Early in 2001 my sister, Susan and I were working on the task of clearing our mother's house. Our father, Stan, had died in 1989, just a month short of his 70th birthday. Our mother, Grace, had now declined with dementia to the point where there was no alternative but for her to go into a care home. Susan and I needed to empty the house prior to it being sold. We opened the wardrobe. Most of the clothes had gone, either with Mum when she moved into the home, or to the charity shop. There, in the bottom of the wardrobe was a large old cardboard box. We pulled out the box, put it on the bed and opened it up. Inside we found hundreds of letters, in random piles, in our parents' handwriting or typed on an old manual typewriter. They were the letters our parents wrote to each other between February, 1942, when they met, and April, 1946, when our father was demobbed at the end of the Second World War. Susan took them home with her an...
The constant search for paper to write on - tonight Grace is using letter-headed Hospital notepaper! Ward Castle 2 Nurses Home General Hospital Nottingham Dec. 6, 1.30 a.m. My Precious Darling, What a lovely long letter I received this morning (sorry, I mean yesterday) I would like to write you at least twelve pages back but I really have not the time. We have been so busy since Tuesday. Wednesday night was hectic. I stopped working once, for 10 minutes, and that was to have a cup of coffee and two biscuits. Thursday night was a little better, I managed to get about half an hour with my lecture book. We have not had a case in to-night – so far – but there is plenty of time for one to come in before 8 a.m. We have three irrational patients in – one to the right of my desk – one to the left – and one in a side ward. I have to be popping in to her every five minutes or so, to see that she is not hopping out of bed. Ah me – it’s a...
Usual address Wednesday 9/12/42 My Own Darling, Your letter yesterday was the only bright spot in the whole day! I wasn’t half in a bad mood with myself. I thought about you Dear, yesterday & wondered if you were having your exam & how you were doing. When are the results made known by the way. I had a letter from home this morning, but there was very little news in it. Mother said she & Janet went to Barnsley on Saturday morning to see “The Young Mr Pitt” & so Janet didn’t get up to see Vera, & there has not been another meeting of the “Mothers Club” & so there was nothing to interest you in the despatch!! Everyone at No. 19 wished to be remembered to you, however, & when you next write home, you might tell your Father that the watch is still going which he mended for me. Well, Darling, I have been back just a week, but how much longer it has seemed. Those heavenly nights we spent together, although every litt...
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