Stan and Grace

2364226 Sergt. S. Bristow, Headquarters 15 L of C Signals Cen Med Forces                                                                            102. 15 Jan 44 My Very Own Darling, Well, that couple of days in bed did the trick and here I am, back at work and feeling fine again. The spell in bed did one thing, anyway Darling, it gave me time to read that novel you sent me amongst my Christmas books – called “Counterfeit”.   It is quite good.   Beautifully written, it grips you, but it is so full of chaperones and shy young women who don’t know how many beans make five, that I found myself breath...

In Stan's letter to Grace written on 10 January, he says that in a recent letter his mother  mentioned that "she and my Father had had to dash over to Hull to see my Grandmother on Christmas Day.    Apparently she is very weak ..." Stan's maternal grandmother, Annie Lettice Spink, was born Annie Lettice Farr on 10 December, 1868, in Leighton Buzzard, Bedfordshire.  She was the third daughter of John Farr, an ironmonger, and his wife Kate (nee Turney). By 1891, when she was 23 years old, Annie had moved with her older sister, Nellie, to become an asylum attendant at the Hull Borough Lunatic Asylum in Willerby, near Hull.  This may seem an unusual career choice for two young women until you know that, at that time, their father, John, had been for several years resident in the Three Counties Lunatic Asylum in Bedfordshire, suffering from insanity caused by syphilis.  He died in November, 1891, of paralysis, caused by the syphilis, and pneumonia. It would seem...

2364226 Sergt. S. Bristow, Headquarters 15 L of C Signals Cen Med Forces                                                                            100. 10 Jan 44 My Very Own Darling, I am sorry that I have kept you waiting four days since my last letter, but there has seemed to have been a sudden flood of extra work recently, & of course, that has meant but one thing – extra hours.   Still I have got rid of it all & here I am again. As you see from above, this is the 100 th letter I have written to you since that February morning when I said farewell to England (that is if my counting has been...

G.H.N.                                                                                                      (89?) 8.1.44 My Own Darling, Two letters from you this morning and they were only written on Dec: 26 th and 29 th .   Good going, isn’t it? I was pleased to hear that you had a reasonably good Christmas.   You did not manage to get drunk then?   Though I suppose you had nothing to get drunk on! So, you are jealous of me taking your brother out, are you?   Well, well, when you arrive b...

Nurses Home General Hospital Nottingham 6-1-44 My Own Darling, Once again it is the sixth – our anniversary.   One whole year and eleven months since we first met.   What a lot has happened in that time too. It is exactly one year ago to-day that I rang Matron up and told her that I could not get back.   I still feel glad that I did – don’t you? I received a letter from your Mother two days ago.   In it she mentioned that she had written a letter to you and recalled the night of the factory dance.   I quite enjoyed that night.   What time was it in the morning when you got home? Do you remember the morning when you did not get home until about 4 a/m? Vera said when I was at home last that Mother had been wondering what time you got home that morning.   She does not know yet. Ah me!   What heavenly days those were – and nights. I wonder how soon they will be repeated? Do you remember also how horribly cold and snowy it was l...

  2364226 Sergt. S. Bristow, Headquarters 15 L of C Signals Cen Med Forces                                                                                                                               98. 4 Jan 44 My Very Own Darling, Your letter written on Christmas Day arrived this morning, much to my delight.  Pleased to hear that you managed to keep sober throughout the festivities and that on the whole you managed to have a good time, everything be...