Saturday, 22 July, 1944

56 Brierley Road,
Grimethorpe,
Nr. Barnsley                                                                        (155)

22.7.44

My Very Own Darling,

I thought that I had an air-letter left and did not realise until after the post office was closed that I had not and so Darling – it will have to be a sea letter.

Well – the end of my holiday has arrived.  It is now Saturday night and I return tomorrow.  I am not sorry really – there are too many happy memories here for me.  Also I have more time for reminiscing and I find myself missing you so much Darling that – well – its almost unbearable.

I feel that part of me is missing and it is, for you have my heart.

I forgot to tell you in my last air letter that last Thursday Connie, the baby and myself went to Ossett – near Wakefield, to visit relations of Connie’s.  I believe you know them, their name is Radford and they used to live at South Elmsall.  Your Father and Mother remember them.

As we passed through Wakefield I remembered the last time I was there with you.  I still feel cold when I think of Grimethorpe Halt and the ages we waited for the “Puffing Billy” to take us to Wakefield.  If I remember rightly that was also one of our unsuccessful days in Leeds.  Whether it was unsuccessful or not I wish that I could be there at this moment – with you.

This afternoon Connie and I went to Barnsley and left the baby at home.  We walked down to the “Institute” for the bus and your Mother was there waiting for a bus to take her to Doncaster and then on to Cranwell.

We did a little shopping in Barnsley – had tea at Butterfields and thought of going to the pictures.  However, when we saw the queues we changed our minds and caught the next bus home.  I have not seen a flick since I returned from Edinburgh.  Grimethorpe Picture Palace does not appeal to me.

Since I returned from Scotland I have filled in my spare time by making a dress for Vera.

Nothing exciting has happened here – things have been much the same.  As we waited for the bus we saw that there was a wedding at the Church – at least we guessed it was a wedding by the crowd of women and children gathered outside.

Just wait until its our wedding, Darling – that will be the day.  I only hope there is not crowd!

This letter is not very long, I know but it is nearly midnight and as usual I have heaps of last minute things to do tomorrow so I had better say Good-night and go to bed.

You have all my love, my Precious.  Ever yours, Grace.  Xxxxxx

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