Friday, 18 December, 1942


 MISS G SKUSE NURSES HOME GENERAL HOSPITAL NOTTINGHAM

DARLING HAVE GOT TEN DAYS LEAVE COMMENCING 31 DEC  ISNT IT GRAND CHRISTMAS BOX FIVE MORE DAYS TOGETHER LOVE = STAN +

Comments

Post a Comment

Thank you for your comment. I will post it on the page as soon as possible.

Popular posts from this blog

Thursday, 25 November, 1943 - A Journey into Italy

Image
2364226 Sergt S. Bristow                                                                             81 . Headquarters 15 L of C Signals Cen Med Forces 25 Nov 43                My Very Own Darling, As I promised you in the air letter which I wrote last night & which you will no doubt have received some time ago, I have put together quite a long letter to describe to you my journey last week. Even the pages which follow do not describe to the full my experiences, but they will give you a vague idea of things as they occurred to me. Of one thing I am sure ...
Read more

Sunday, 20 December, 1942

Usual address Sunday   19.12.42* My Own Darling, I should actually be in bed tonight with you in your blue nurse’s uniform ministering to me!   I had a TAB inoculation yesterday & the result tonight is a temperature & a splitting headache. Still, I don’t think I should find your presence soothing – I always find it most exciting.   The result would be a still higher temp. I suppose. Did you get my wire yesterday?   I felt so excited that I felt I must tell you straight away, my Dear, & that was the only way I could think of doing so. Words cannot express with what impatience I look forward to 1 Jan 43.   A repetition of those last glorious five days was a thing I had dreamed of, but not dared to hope for!   I felt on top of the world immediately I heard & the Colonel said “Well, I told you I was going to give you another leave to get married, didn’t I?   Ah me!   Wishful thinking I suppose.   I can hear you saying ...
Read more

A Box of Letters

Image
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...
Read more