Jean Galbraith had no car, no television and,
until her final years, no telephone. These
conveniences became pervasive elsewhere
during Galbraith’s lifetime (1906-1999) but
their absence in her home shaped the literary
legacy of this much loved botanist from Victoria.
Galbraith was first and foremost – in her mind
and that of her biographer Meredith Fletcher –
a writer, and she wrote almost always from her
family home near Tyers, in the Latrobe Valley
158 km west of Melbourne. As we learn, she
was also a gardener, conservationist, botanist,
farmer, family carer and Christadelphian.
It is this last attribute (you can look it up)
that gives me the courage to call this book a
hagiography. This is not meant as a criticism or
with any cynicism. Jean Galbraith was saintlike
(in a good way) in her frugal existence, her
caring for others and her desire to preserve and
celebrate what she viewed as God’s creation.
Like Galbraith, the author Meredith Fletcher
writes without sentimentality but with sincere
love and affection for her subject. And, unlike the authors of a few biographies I’ve read
recently, Fletcher is a good writer.
Writing began for Jean Galbraith as something
to do when her eczema stopped her walking in
the bush. Soon though, Galbraith lived to write
and wrote to live. Her first nature essay was
published when she was 11. At 13 she wrote her
first flora, inventing names for the plants she
didn’t know (an approach I rather like). Despite
a clear talent for writing, and a growing interest
in reading, Galbraith left school after Grade
8, not wanting to leave Tyers nor incur the
expense of further study (both strong themes in
the book).
Then the ‘miracle’. At age 16 she did get out
of Tyers, to attend a Field Naturalist Club of
Victoria flower show at Melbourne Town
Hall. Here she met and was mentored by
schoolteacher turned botanist, Herbert (‘H.B.’)
Williamson, chief organiser of the show and
himself encouraged by Ferdinand Mueller to
botanise. She corresponded with Williamson
weekly until he died in 1931, the start of many
such relationships: Edith Coleman became
her orchid mentor, joined by Charles Barrett,
Donald Macdonald and others.
At 19 she returned to the city, attending two
vacation schools at The University of
Melbourne, in music and philosophy. Classical
music remained a passion for life, after writing
and plants. The year 1925 was also when she
began her professional writing career, being invited to contribute to the Australian Garden
Lover magazine under the botanical
botaniconym ‘Correa’. She contributed monthly
(480 articles in 480 months she said in 1965)
until December 1975, 50 years later.
As evidenced by her first stories, Jean was a
keen gardener. The cover of her most famous
book, Garden in a Valley, shows her garden at
the Tyers home ‘Dunedin’, linear and orderly,
at least in the early years. She grew local plants
but never tried to reconstruct nature in her
garden. In her writing,
native Australian plants
and ‘the bush’ were never
far away and, over time,
she progressed from
garden notes to nature
writing. Her writing
style has been described
as more like William
Wordsworth or John Muir
than the ‘blokey’ writing
of her Australian peers
and mentors. In particular,
according to Fletcher,
unlike her (mostly male)
contemporaries she
didn’t nationalise nature.
Galbraith observed
and recorded, with few
embellishments other
than what was needed
to create a convincing
portrait of her subject. She
wrote about what she saw
around her, right down
to the view through a narrow window as she
separated milk from cream in the mornings.
To my tastes, Galbraith’s writing is a little
overworked and without the mischievous glint
I enjoy, but as with Dr Samuel Johnson – one of
my literary heroes – I can appreciate the writing
and intent without liking the style. UK editor
Michael Walter once advised Galbraith that at
91 words her dedication for a book was too
long and in danger of looking ‘typographically
inelegant’: the first sentence had 19 commas.
In response, Jean reduced it to ‘For the Latrobe
Valley Naturalists and all who helped’. Still,
she loves commas, which I do, as well.
Galbraith also wrote for ABC Radio, including
nature study scripts for primary school children.
She had no children of her own but ‘a natural
affinity’ with the young; according to Fletcher
she showed respect without condescension.
She wrote many children’s stories, some
hitting the mark, some not. Feedback included
‘too abstract and scientific for the age range’,
reminding me of a knockback my father (who
died when I was six) got from ABC Radio.
His story was called ‘The Funny Moo-Cow’.
“Dear Miss Entwisle”, began the reply, “the
idea of tricks belongs
to older children who
enjoy these. That kind of
fun is a little too subtle
for pre-school children.
Enclosed are some notes
on story writing which
you may find helpful.
Also your manuscript
is enclosed”. My father
clearly knew when to play
the gender card, albeit
not successfully on this
occasion. Galbraith’s use
of Correa as a pen name
confused readers, some
wanting it to be a woman,
some a man. However
most readers thought the
writing was feminine in
style, and appreciated it as
such.
Galbraith contributed to
emerging magazines such
as Australian Plants when
the Australian Plants Society (aka Society for
Growing Australian Plants, aka Australian
Growers of Australians) formed. She wrote
for British magazines promoting Australian
plants and for school magazines. As Galbraith
had said in her earlier career, ‘you must have
a lot of work published to make a living’. Her
writing was not only widely valued, but her
‘promptness and attention to deadlines were an
editor’s dream’. She wrote in long hand, which
may have been less appreciated by editors. (In
her 80s, when she contributed short items to
Anne Latreille for inclusion in the gardening
page of The Age, Anne would type them herself
so Jean could get the full payment.)
Her most influential botanical work was
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Wildflowers of Victoria, a no-fuss guide to
the vascular plants of my home state. In 1949
Winifred Waddell, of Wildflower Diary fame,
secured funding for the book, asking Galbraith
to be co-author. Jean Galbraith was eventually
the only author, although Waddell contributed
to the orchid section and Jim Willis was on
hand for any technical questions (Waddell
was apparently difficult to work with and on
occasions Jim also acted as an intermediary
between the two women).
Out of this project Jim Willis became yet
another active correspondent, admiring
Galbraith’s expertise as field botanist (that
said, you don’t hear of many people Jim didn’t
admire or support – should there be a God, and
one with a predilection for saints, he too would
be near the top of the queue). The publisher
gave Galbraith six months to plan, research and
write the flora. Yes, really. It took another year
but it’s an amazing achievement given the lack
of a contemporary flora (Galbraith’s book was
published in 1950, twelve years before the first
volume of Willis’ own handbook).
While happy to have the book published,
Galbraith was frustrated to discover all her edits
added in proof were omitted. So, after the first
edition sold out – all 4,000 copies – ,she set to
work to make the next edition more accurate.
In 1962 she slept in the National Herbarium
of Victoria for a fortnight, bunking down in a
sleeping bag on Mueller’s couch. Jim Willis
happened to be acting Director of the Botanic
Gardens at the time and was happy to look the
other way. It’s hard to fathom but the publishers
of the second edition again failed to include
her edits. Only with the third edition, in 1967
(and the one I have on my shelves), did the text
reflect her intent.
Galbraith later wrote A Field Guide to the Wild
Flowers of South-east Australia. This volume
wasn’t as well received as Wildflowers of
Victoria but it again featured her trademark
pithy descriptions and simple keys. Galbraith
was not afraid to simply list the key
distinguishing characters when that was more
useful than a formal key. Good on her.
In the end Galbraith travelled further afield
than Melbourne, to Queensland, Western
Australia and eventually to London. In Albany
to celebrate 50 years since ANZACs departed
for Gallipoli, she noted that ‘there were
enough white spider orchids [picked from the
wild] to fill a bucket’, something she wasn’t
happy about. I’ve heard similar stories about
bunches of wildflowers collected from East
Gippsland back in the day. Galbraith changed
her approach and advice to wildflower picking
as it became clear it threatened the existence of
some species.
As the twentieth century advanced, there
was the inevitable loss of bushland around
‘Dunedin’, mostly due to forest clearing for
paper and coal mining. Galbraith became the
Gippsland representative for the Native Plants
Preservation Society and attended the formation
meeting of the Latrobe Valley Field Naturalist
Club, both of whom fought, with Galbraith’s
help, to preserve precious bushland remnants.
In her final years she sent submissions to the
Land Conservation Council, helping to shape
planning decisions in her neighbourhood and
beyond. Fletcher adds that her conservation
efforts were in part a response to her faith: don’t
destroy what God created Galbraith wrote. She
was not anti-development but an advocate for
what she called ‘balanced development’.
Jean Galbraith attracted many friends and fans,
and in time she became a mentor to others.
Leon Costermans said he was inspired by her
series on wattles in the Victorian Naturalist to
write his influential plant guides. Edna Walling
became a friend and advocate for her book on
Victorian plants and in the 1960s the two of
them worked on a book that was unfortunately
never published.
I have to confess I knew next to nothing of Jean
Galbraith’s life before I read this biography. I
should have but I didn’t. I now feel privileged to
have shared her life through Fletcher’s writing
and to have discovered the remarkable person
behind a book on my bookshelf. It got me
thinking about how difficult it must have been
to be a woman at that time (and still). Not in
this case professional recognition or acceptance
(that was forthcoming from all) but finding
the time and resources to do creative work.
To say Jean Galbraith lived a simple life is an
understatement. Writing and the family farm
were pretty much her only source of income:
she notes that when she was finally eligible for
the aged pension it gave her a rise in salary. Galbraith was said to throw nothing out. She
recycled all paper and cardboard, and always
made her own Christmas cards, embossed with
pressed flowers.
For much of her life she cared for other
members of her family, and for the frequent
visitors to her home. Explaining to a friend why
she couldn’t enjoy the garden on a ‘gloriously
sunny day’, she said, ‘by ten o’clock I had
finished my housework and made the butter
and set the milk, so I sat down to write’. Only
later in the day, while out gathering kindle to
start the fire, was she was able to enjoy a little
of that day’s sunshine. This delightful book
tells of a wonderful woman, and her bread and
butter.
Notes: This review first appeared in Australian Systematic Botany Society Newsletter 166: 37-40 (March 2016)
Publication details: Jean Galbraith: writer in a valley By Meredith Fletcher Monash University Publishing, Clayton, 2015 292 pp. ISBN: 978-1-922235-39-8. AU$39.95 (paperback) http://www.publishing.monash.edu.au/ books/jg-9781922235398.html Also available as an e-book ISBN: 978- 1-922235-40-4