Monday, 17 July, 1944

Grimethorpe

17.7.44                                                                                         (151)

My Own Darling,

Monday morning usually brings a letter from you but the postman decided to pass me by this morning.  However, there will probably be a letter from you tomorrow.

Not much has happened here since I last wrote you.  Not that one expects much to happen in Grimethorpe!

Yesterday I spent most of my time sewing.  I was making pillowcases.  “Not exciting” you will probably say but I got quite a thrill out of making them as they are for use in our future home, Darling.

This morning I had to go into Doncaster to meet Connie, my friend from Nottingham that has the baby, you know.  She has come to stay with me – and of course the baby – until next Sunday when we will all trip back to Nottingham together.

I reached Doncaster for 10 A/M as Connie expected to arrive at 10.30 A/M.  However, she did not arrive until 12.30 P/M, so I was hanging around Doncaster and by the time Connie did arrive I felt like a grease spot – it was so hot.

To help pass the time away I called in that awful café the “Lyceum” for coffee.  I am sorry to say that their coffee has not improved since we were there last.  In fact, if anything, it is worse.

After spending the rest of the morning reading a paper in the bus station Connie arrived and we went to Parkinson’s for lunch.  I am afraid that it was a pretty poor “do” there but as there was not a bus until 2 P/M I suppose it helped to pass the time away.

The baby (a girl) is now eleven months old and quite a bonny little thing.  Of course Vera is in her glory when there is a baby here so she will be well occupied for the next few days.

Well, my dear, this letter seems to be such a lot about nothing so I had better close.

By the way – thanks for the spelling lesson in your last letter.  No! I do not want to hit you for it Darling but at this moment I would love to put my arms around you and kiss you.  All my love, Grace xxxxx

 


Was this hand-embroidered pillowcase one of those made by  Grace in July, 1944?


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