You're having endless sleepless nights, you're suffering from an upset stomach, your head feels like it's about to explode and you cry over the slightest thing. Actually, the only thing you want to do is to go home. That's how it feels for a lot of people - homesickness. This summer, Radio Netherlands Worldwide is exploring the theme of 'homesickness'. This article, the last in the series, looks at the historical roots of homesickness.
Homesickness
A longing - sometimes melancholic, sometimes painful - for the security of something familiar.
It can happen to anyone. Migrants who leave their home countries. Children who are away from home for the first time. Elderly people for whom changes sometimes go too quickly. This summer Radio Netherlands Worldwide has produced a series of stories, tips and recipes on the theme of homesickness. A universal longing for something that is not there.
Potentially fatal
In the university library in Basel, for instance, you can find a slim volume dating from 1688 and entitled Dissertatio Medica de Nostalgica oder Heimwehe - a rather odd combination of Latin and German which translates as "A Medical Dissertation on Nostalgia or Homesickness". This book by Swiss doctor Johannes Hofer provides the first ever scientific description of being homesick as a sickness and one with potentially fatal results.
Librarian Dominique Hunger explains Dr Hofer's theory.
“It's about a distorted view of home caused by leaving it behind. Just as animals removed from the herd can die, human beings can suffer a persistent desire to find their way back home. This causes mental anguish, for which there is no cure except for the patient to return home immediately.”
Taste of milk
The concept of homesickness as a deadly disease prevailed in medical circles for some time. However, there was a shift of emphasis. It was no longer caused simply by thinking about home, it was seen as the result of environmental factors: the difference in air pressure or the change in the taste of milk.
Since leaving the country made you sick and returning cured you, Swiss mountain air was believed to have restorative properties. In the nineteenth century this produced a new industry: the health resort. From far and wide, sick people and hypochondriacs descended on the Swiss Alps to “take a cure”.
Noxious fumes
Scott Brand, who worked on an exhibition in Zurich about Switzerland as the health resort nation, cites the famous children's books about the Swiss girl Heidi in which the city is portrayed as making people unhappy and ill, unlike the healthy life in the countryside.
“Homesickness is linked with the cliché of healthy Swiss mountain air and its distance from modern industrial cities and their noxious fumes.”
Swiss country girl Heidi is forced to move to the big city Frankfurt, where she becomes ill with homesickness. In the tradition of Johannes Hofer, a doctor prescribes an immediate return home. And, of course, she recovers immediately. Her little friend Clara can even throw her wheelchair away, since the Swiss air and cow's milk have completely cured her.
An Alpine miracle.
























This has been a great series, very innovative and substantial - Thank you Radio NL! Thanks also to Katie for her comment... proving home to be at once intuitive and fleeting. May we always strive to make home wherever are feet are planted.
I am homesick all the time. The trouble is, I don't know where home is any more. Like so many people in this country, I have moved many times, following the jobs. Different provinces, even different countries. Sometimes I felt homesick, left out, but I kept going - it was exciting too. Then I found a place that felt like home for me and I built a new life. Some might say it wasn't home because it wasn't where I grew up, but I made it my home. A few years ago, I had to give that up and go back to what used to be my home to look after my elderly parent, and everyone says, "Oh, you've come home!" or "You must be glad to be home?" and they expect me to be happy. But since I left all those years ago, everything's changed. Even roads aren't where they used to be. I left a generation ago so the people who were young and single are now the grandparents and I don't recognize them. We don't live in the old family home any more and I drive by and see the ghosts of my childhood playing in the garden - shadows of a long-gone life. I have to be the mother to my mother now. The world feels off kilter. Everyone says, "You're Home!" but I feel like those guys in the TV shows, always jumping through time or space, trying to get back to the place they left behind, and even though they sometimes come close, they never make it HOME.
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