A cousin’s plan
In March 1926, Rowland H. and his wife, Helen, were on vacation in Bermuda with his sister and her husband. He was forty-four. Somewhere in the trip his drinking apparently got away from him, there was a quarrel, and Helen sent him back to New York alone. She cabled his cousin Leonard Bacon to meet the boat on March 25 and take Rowland to Dr. Austen Riggs’s sanitarium in Stockbridge, Massachusetts, where he had spent the summer before.
Leonard was six years younger, a poet who had grown up in the same Rhode Island mill village, Peace Dale. The year before, he had gone to Zurich himself to be analyzed by Carl Jung. He heard Rowland out and came away thinking the marriage was more the trouble than the drink. Helen wrote from Bermuda that Riggs had not managed “to help Roy to help himself.” Roy was what the family called him. Leonard proposed Zurich instead, for both of them, and George Porter, Rowland’s Yale classmate and a former patient of Jung’s, backed him up. Leonard also put him in touch with Kristine Mann, a Jungian analyst in New York. After one meeting she wrote to Leonard on April 13 that Rowland hadn’t been in touch again, and that she had “not even taken down his name and address.”
By April 17 the couple were at sea, bound for Europe. After London, Paris and Brussels, they reached Zurich on May 6. The next day Jung’s assistant, Toni Wolff, saw them both, and Rowland began an hour a day with Jung. On May 15 he wrote to Leonard on the paper of the Dolder Grand Hotel, on the wooded hill above the city. On the first day, he reported, Jung asked for his dreams, and that night he produced three “corkers.” Jung read them and told him, “these are fine, fine — but for God’s sake don’t dream any more.” The next day Jung wrote to Leonard himself: “I began work with him, not yet with her.”
Helen was harder. Jung said, Rowland wrote, that she couldn’t be analyzed “because she doesn’t really want to be,” and for about ten days he didn’t see her. She spent a week alone in Paris, came back changed, and Jung agreed to try again. By June 6, Rowland had seen Jung “only once or twice, for she has had every hour.” In that letter he told the dream story again; this time Jung had whistled and said, “Please don’t dream anymore for awhile.” At this pace, he guessed, they would get home “just in time for Thanksgiving.”
It wasn’t cheap. On June 24, Rowland’s bank account recorded $5,002.50 cabled to him at his request, entered as travel. Cora Finch, the researcher who found the entry, reckons most of it went to Jung’s fees. By July 24 they were at the Ritz-Carlton in New York, months before Thanksgiving, and by August 2 Rowland was home in Peace Dale, showing his aunt Caroline the drawings he had made in analysis. She thought them “quite astonishing, symbolical things,” and Roy “well and vigorous.”
None of this is in AA’s books. When Bill W. wrote to thank Jung in 1961, he put Rowland’s months in Zurich at about 1931. The letters that tell it were written that spring, and they waited for decades in the family’s papers in Providence and in Leonard’s at Yale.