KATHLEEN Cuthbert never spoke
about the top secret work she did at Bletchley Park.
The Co Antrim woman was
headhunted to join the elite team of code-breakers tasked
with cracking the Nazi Enigma code.
Only now, after her death
earlier this month, can her remarkable story be told.
Born in October 1920 to farmer
James Milliken Ferguson and his wife Sara (nee Foster), she
spent her childhood with her siblings at the family home
near Doagh.
Kathleen attended Londonderry
High School for Girls and became head girl, before studying
French and German literature at Queen’s University, Belfast.
Around this time her family
moved to Portstewart, where she met her husband Norman
Cuthbert, a teacher.
They were married on New Year’s
Day 1943.
Kathleen spoke German fluently
and on her graduation in 1942 she was asked to be a
translator at Bletchley Park, the top secret wartime
Government department tasked with deciphering coded enemy
communications.
After the war she and her
colleagues were told to forget all about Bletchley Park and
never talk about it to anyone. Only in recent years have
some admitted they worked at the top secret establishment,
although Kathleen never spoke of it.
In the summer of 1945 she was
awarded a Master’s degree at Queen’s.
Her thesis was on the maritime
vocabulary in a very obscure German poem, and it is highly
probable that she wrote some of it during her time at
Bletchley.
Recently a family member
researching the code-breaking station discovered that she
had also taken a course in Japanese while there, despite the
demanding wartime translating work she was undertaking at
the time.
At the end of the war Kathleen
- as required by her first degree - went to Bernaville in
northern France on an exchange visit for practical language
experience.
By this time her daughter had
been born. She was fortunate to have a loving grandmother,
mother, aunt and husband to look after the girl.
Norman was appointed junior
lecturer in the economics department at Queen’s University
and the couple moved into a flat on Lisburn Road. Activities
at that time included a short membership of a Beagle hunt.
On one memorable occasion
Kathleen, jumping a ditch and grasping an unsatisfactory
fence post, fell backwards into the ditch, much to the
delight of her daughter.
They enjoyed sailing on
Strangford Lough in a little yawl called Theresa 2. Kathleen
also read to friends who had lost their sight, including
Professor Alan Milne, a paratrooper during the war who had
been blinded at Arnhem.
She became a tutor in the
French department, and was an active member of the
University Wives’ Club and Derry High School Old Girls, and
she gave a lot of time to the Citizens’ Advice Bureau.
She continued to explore more
languages.
With Norman she travelled
widely, and always took the trouble to get at least a
smattering of the local language.
Her many accomplishments
included being a talented seamstress.
For each outfit she ran up
there was a matching hat created by Belfast milliner John
Green, frequently made of specially dyed fine straw or felt.
She was also an accomplished
cook who could whip up a meal for 20 in half-an-hour.
Indeed, for some time during
the 1960s — and under a male pseudonym — she wrote a recipe
column and reviewed cookery books for the Belfast Telegraph.
Following Norman’s retirement
from Queen’s in 1975 he took up an appointment at the
University of the West Indies in Barbados, where they lived
for a year.
After returning to Belfast,
travel continued with visits to the Far East, Australia,
Africa, Russia, East Germany and other parts of Europe.
At the age of 60 she took part
as navigator in the Monte Carlo Dash, a women-only rally
event in which the object was to get to Monaco by the
shortest route from a given starting point.
In 1991 she was widowed. She
then became an Advanced Motorist, and learned how to use a
computer with great success.
She was a whizz on the internet
and kept in touch with her many friends worldwide by email
To the last she watched
You-Tube videos of her favourite singers. Her true love was
her cottage at Rosbeg in Donegal, built by her and Norman in
1966 with the proceeds of her tutoring work at Queen’s. She
visited annually, albeit with pain and difficulty in her
latter years.
In 2010 Kathleen moved to
Bristol to be nearer to her immediate family, and since then
had the pleasure of three great-granddaughters and a
grandson.
Although she never got over the
loss of Norman, she nonetheless made a new life. Indomitable
as ever, this summer, and ignoring failing health, she was
still asking when she could next be taken to the cottage at
Rosbeg.
On her 96th birthday six weeks
ago she was able to blow out the candles on her cake. She
died on November 1, and is survived by her daughter
Christine, her granddaughter and grandson, and four
great-grandchildren.