Thursday, 6 July, 1944 - Two Letters

Edinburgh                                                                 (146)

6.7.44

My Very Own Darling,

I could not let the sixth pass without writing a letter to you, though it is almost impossible as these Scotch people talk almost as much as the Welsh.  They have all been most kind to us and we have had excellent food.  In fact they hardly know there is a war on this part of the world.  Of course, Nan is an excellent cook which makes a lot of difference.

Last night we went to a dance. We quite enjoyed it but the tunes they played were far from modern.  In fact some of them went back to ten years ago.  We thought they might break out into a Scotch reel in the middle of it but they spared us that ordeal.

We missed the last tram back and had to walk from town.  It was a beautiful evening so we did not mind.  Nan lives on the outskirts of the city with the Pentland Hills behind the house.  There was a beautiful full moon shining between the hills making every-where as light as day.  How I wished that you were walking by my side instead of Kit.  This holiday would then be complete Darling.

As a result of dancing last night we did not get up until nearly mid-day.  It is grand being able to please oneself what time one gets up instead of hearing “Six o’clock, Nurse”.

This afternoon Nan took us sight seeing.  We went round the Castle and saw the shrine to the Unknown Soldier.  It is a lovely place, isn’t it?

After that we walked down the Royal Mile.  We called at John Knox’s house, which, if you remember, is now a curiosity shop.  Nan knows the people that keep the place.  She used to be nurse maid to their children a few years ago.  We were taken over the house and before we left Nan presented Kit and I with an etching.  Do you like etchings?  Mine is one of the Castle.  That is our first picture, Darling.

I will see what Father can do about framing it for me.

I am very tired so I guess I had better finish for one night.  I will write again soon, Darling.

You have as always, all my love, ever your own, Grace  xxxxxx

 

The etching of Edinburgh Castle.  Unfortunately, I cannot read the signature of the artist.

 

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Sergt. S. Bristow
Headquarters,
15 L of C Signals
Cen Med Forces                                                                 170.

6 Jul 44

My Very Own Darling,

I know you will be thinking of me and writing to me on this our anniversary day & so I thought we would stretch our hands across the sea by the medium of correspondence.  Perhaps you will be writing to me at this very moment, dear.  I always feel closer to you when I am writing my thoughts to you.

The A.P.O. have been very disappointing this week, for they haven’t given me any mail since Sunday.  I was hoping they would make a special effort to-day but they didn’t.  Still I don’t suppose they realize what a lot the 6^th means to you and I.

I haven’t done anything out of the ordinary today.  Worked this morning swam this afternoon and worked again this evening & I am hoping to finish off the day in a couple of hours by going to see that old Leslie Howard film “Pimpernel Smith”.  Wish I was making that visit with you, Angel.

Haven’t been feeling too happy with myself this last two days because I have had indigestion – my own fault entirely for I have been eating too much salad!  And talking about salad it is amusing to see the way these Italians eat cucumber.  When I see little toddlers no more than 2 years old running round the street with a hunk of bread in one hand and a whole cucumber in the other having an alternate gnaw, I often smile & think of the horror with which an English mother would view such a sight.  Still they seem to thrive on it.  They must have exceptionally good digestive systems!!

By the way I have seen the proofs of the snaps we had taken the other day and which I mentioned in my last letter and one two of them aren’t too bad.  Perhaps the proper ones will be ready by next time I write and so I’ll try and slip them to you by air letter – one at a time.  Strictly against the rules but I’ll risk it!  One never gets any fun out of life if one always sticks to the rules, does one?

I have been thinking of you lots and lots these past few days Darling and wondering how you are getting along on your holidays.  How heavenly it would be if I could come over and share them with you.  To be held in your arms once more & to feel the thrill of your lips meeting mine is all I am living for Angel.  Always yours, Stan xxx

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