What a complicated tale. Though perhaps less so than “Open Secrets” and “The Albanian Virgin”, for readers have a much broader sense of understanding what “really happened”.
The possibility of honest understanding, in this case, settles in the last letter that Annie wrote to Sadie.
[NOTE: There are some spoilers below, but quotes are selected randomly to minimize the impact on readers’ experiences of unravelling what actually happens in this story.]
She wrote the letter from the Walley Gaol, and in it she outlines her perspective on the tragic events which led to her being at the gaol to begin with.
But, first, we have the version shared by the Clerk of the Peace, in a letter written in 1852 to the Reverend McBain in Carstairs, regarding new inmate Annie Herron.
“As you may know, we have a very fine new Gaol here where the inmates are kept warm and dry and are decently fed and treated with all humanity, and there has been a complaint that some are not sorry – and at this time of year, even happy – to get into it.”
He continues by saying that “all accords pretty well with what you have told me” about Annie Herron but that “[e]vents in her account begin to differ only with her husband’s death”.
The Walley Gaol calls to mind the historic Goderich jail. Touring the gaol is a fascinating experience; it’s easy to imagine Annie in a cell in the women’s wing.
The contrast between the Governor’s House (attached to the gaol on the south-east side of the octagonal structure), the luxury of these family accommodations with the austere conditions for inmates literally around the corner, is a stark representation of the kind of class issues that Alice Munro often illuminates in her fiction.
In “A Wilderness Station”, however, Annie has left a precarious life in the woods behind, travelling to Walley to confess to the murder of her husband.
She had not been living in the bush long. Her husband had written to the orphanage in Toronto, seeking an industrious wife, and she had aided the brothers in clearing land near Clinton, until her husband’s death.
The reverend’s version of these events – in accord with the surviving brother – has Annie’s husband being killed by a falling branch, while the brothers were out clearing the bush.
Annie disputes this version. In her version, her husband was angry and a rock she threw at him killed him. “The brother said that they should not reveal the truth as she had not intended murder, and she agreed.”
What compelled Annie Herron to walk all the way to Walley to declare her guilt? This question troubled the clerk, and he writes again to the reverend about the latest developments.
“Her brother-in-law has written me a very decent letter affirming that there is no truth to her story, so I am satisfied on that.”
Besides, there is the evidence of the doctor, who has also examined Annie and raised the question that what she has been reading might have compromised her sanity.
(Forgive the long quote: as someone “guilty” of complete surrender, as described below, I find the diagnosis fascinating.)
For all this he – the doctor – lays the blame on the sort of reading that is available to these females, whether it is of ghosts or demons or of love escapades with Lords and Dukes and suchlike. For many, these tales are a passing taste given up when life’s real duties intervene. For others they are indulged in now and then, as if they were sweets or sherry wine, but for some there is complete surrender and living within them just as in an opium-dream. He could not get an account of her reading from the young woman, but he believes she may by now have forgotten what she has read, or conceals the matter out of slyness.
The discussion between the clerk and the reverend does not yield any positive conclusions for the reader. What the clerk views as evidence of certainty, the reader doubts. And, in turn, the reverend brings no new concerns to the clerk.
What does raise another set of questions for the reader are the letters that Annie writes to Sadie, the other young woman recommended as good marriage material, when Annie was chosen.
There is no record of any reply from Sadie, but Annie fully outlines the crime in her letter. Not in her first letter to Sadie, no, but she does, eventually, describe every detail. Based on this long descriptive letter, the reader may be certain, at last, that Annie killed her husband.
The reader has yet another advantage in the quest to unravel the truth of this death, the inclusion of the memories of Miss Christina Mellon, recorded by an historian in 1959.
Her grandfather was the clerk at the gaol who assigned Annie a cell, but Christina’s reminiscences are rooted in her connection with Treece Herron, the living brother’s father-in-law, whose political activities made him a figure of interest.
In 1907, Christina was driving a Stanley Steamer, and she recalls it with great fondness.
“I am going on at great length filling in the background but you did say you were interested in details of the period. I am like most people my age and forget to buy milk but could tell you the color of the coat I had when I was eight.”
Christina does not offer any specifics which cinch the reader’s understanding of these events, but she does describe a later-in-life meeting between the surviving brother and Annie. The reader has the opportunity to try out both versions of the events, watching this older Annie (she had been only 18 when she went into the bush to marry) and older George Herron reconnect.
When Christina is driving, the two women cross the bridge at Saltford, the scene of many accidents, where the old iron bridge turns sharply both ways. Annie marvels at the bridge, for once you had to pay to be rowed across the water just there.
How much has changed, Annie observes. How likely things can take a hard right as they can take a hard left. How difficult it is to deduce the truth, when there is more than one credible version of events.
For there is a catch with the letters to Sadie that Annie sent from the gaol. Her first letter was returned. The clerk was aware of this, but Annie was not informed, in hopes that Annie would try again to write to Sadie and reveal more information.
Annie may not have been formally told of Annie’s letter being returned, marked “Unknown”, but she did suspect that not only were the letters being intercepted on their way out of the gaol, but that Annie was not receiving them either. She announces her suspicions.
And, yet, Annie wrote out that whole story. Knowing that Sadie would not receive it. Annie’s letter had quite another recipient in mind. She told the ‘truth’ accordingly. Which, at last, leaves the reader with the knowledge that what was taken as knowledge contained nothing of certainty.
Note: This is part of a series of posts on Alice Munro’s stories, as I read through her work-to-date. She is one of my MRE authors and this is the sixth story in Open Secrets. Please feel free to check the schedule and join in, for the series, or for a single story; I would love the company.
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Adding a comment following a reread of Sheila Munro’s Lives of Mothers & Daughters (2001), in which the origins of this story are discussed. Pioneer Thomas Laidlaw came to Morris Township from Halton County in 1851, with an older brother (18 years to his 15) and a cousin, Robert. Robert wrote an account of an accident in 1852: “James and I went to help John with the building [of a shanty], and as we were falling a tree, one of its branches was broken in the falling, and thrown backwards, hitting James [another older brother who had arrived in the interim] on the head, and killing him instantly.” And, so, the germ of a story.
It’s nice to see another saw a certain Awood character in the story too. The bakery is Culberts, which is still there, it suffered some damage during the Tornado a couple of years ago (along with much of the town square, that is really an octagon) but it is still there. I also love their doughnuts, and now have a craving for them.
Because I used to visit the town and the shore so often, and hike in the area, I was quite concerned about the storm’s impact and did a number of searches online to try to understand the dimensions of the damage, but I suppose now that it’s been nearly ten years since I last visited. Other favourite locations included a lovely coffee shop on the square, the regional museum, the second-hand bookshop, and oh, my, the library. the library, the library. Such a gorgeous spot! I don’t know if it would have been the inspiration for Louisa’s library, but it was sweet enough to be in a story for certain. If you go back for a donut there, take a picture for me, please?
Attempt three at this one since my keyboard and I seem to be having a disagreement. This was my favourite story of the group, or at least tied with Carried Away.
– Loved your inclusion of the Goderich Jail – it show the atmosphere of the setting and the book, while it’s not entirely like what I pictured in the book, it does have the feel to it. I have family in the town, and have been there many times, but I’ve never been there or seen the place.
– I loved the letters and how the “truth” is revealed – if that is in fact the truth. From the letters, at least until the end, Annie reminded me a of one of Margaret Atwood’s characters – although I won’t say who to avoid spoilers, there were some parallels.
I do hope that you’re able to take in a tour; I’ve been twice and I would go again in a heartbeat. (Is the downtown family-run bakery still in operation? Their homemade donuts were the impetus for many a long drive when I was living in southwestern Ontario.) If you do a search on photos of the gaol, you will find a number of shots taken by visitors (I couldn’t find the photo credits easily) which bring the site to life in a different way than the formal shots I included here: the locks, the bars, the cells. Very evocative.
(And, yes, I know just what Atwood story you mean. I was thinking the same thing.)
I thoroughly enjoyed this story in letters: there is a particular joy in combing such letters for the information one needs to understand a situation. It was interesting enough while the correspondents remained unchanged but after Rev.McBain dies and when the letters of Annie to Sadie are added into the mix, it becomes increasingly interesting and challenging for the reader.
I did love the part when the doctor places the blame on what this young woman had read: if someone has not yet compiled a bibliography on literature that includes this theme it should most definitely be done!
Your added pictures are an especially helpful and enlivening addition to your review.
This story also reminded me of something come across recently while re-watching an old serialization of Paul Scott’s Jewell in the Crown when the matter of “truth” is discussed and one of the characters points out that there is truth and then there is what people are prepared to believe. In this story, people were totally prepared to believe things that were not true. Fascinating how Munro takes us through this process.
That’s a great quote, and it certainly rings true for many of the stories in this collection, actually from “Carried Away” through to “Vandals”. And, in many cases, it’s also about what we, as readers, are prepared to believe, alongside what the characters in the narratives are prepared to believe. So many layers in this story!
Even though technically I realize that this collection couldn’t be counted as an epistolary work, letters being at the heart of so many of the stories makes it seem so. And I suppose that, too, is another reason why I enjoy these stories so much.