A FRIEND INDEED
An old, old English proverb says: “but in deede, a friend is never known till a man have neede..”
I suppose men were never really more in need of a friend than those War Amps who came pouring back in the hospital ships during the latter part of 1944, and through until the end of demobilization of World War II.
I know that in the ward in which I came back, none bothered to discuss rehabilitation – in fact, most of us barely knew the meaning of the word. That doesn’t mean that we weren’t thinking about it, though. Probably foremost in our thoughts, if not in our talk, was that very practical and important thing called, simply, “job”.
As the Lady Nelson touched the pier in Halifax , grim reality crept just a little closer. Civvy Street, with its big question mark, was the next stop. Our joy at being home was mingled with a bit of apprehension. Then a strange and wonderful thing happened.
Into the ward bounced Ralph Hodgson. Swinging between a thumb and a forefinger was a miniature artificial leg. For most of us it was a preview – the first we had seen. We were soon to see another, though – and this time the real thing. Not only did Ralph walk, spin and dance, but he finished up by jumping off a waist-high table.
Then he began to talk employment. The encouraging picture he painted was just what we needed. Ralph explained that he was the Dominion Placement Officer, the guy who would help us get these jobs, and in Ralph we saw the keen determination and punch that gave us confidence in him – and in our chances to re-establish ourselves.
Ralph had himself “walked the walk,” having lost a leg at Vimy Ridge. His promises to us came true, with so many Amps managing to find suitable employment. It was not an easy job. Sometimes astute skill was needed to explain how an Amp could perform such-and-such an operation. Sometimes – not often – Ralph had to throw a little weight around, and when the situation called for this, he knew just how much, and when to quit.
He kept plugging away until all Amps from both wars had found the jobs which Ralph thought should be rightfully theirs. For his outstanding efforts, he was awarded the Order of the British Empire by King George VI in 1946. He passed away, sadly, in 1948.
I was delighted to learn from Ralph’s family that the Ralph Hodgson Memorial Park was officially dedicated this past July in his hometown of Port Hope, Ontario. A most fitting tribute to a fondly remembered friend indeed.









