16.11.41
Dear Angela
I am sending this in the hope that you will receive it before Xmas. We are having typical November weather - it has rained every day for over a fortnight and it is showing no signs of ceasing. It has just started again I can hear it on the windows - outside it is pitch black - no stars, no moon and no lights, I think you appreciate home and a fire more than ever on “black-out nights”.
I haven’t a great deal of news as nothing very unusual has happened, except - we have had some eating apples and oranges again - this is a great event, and the fruit is kept and put on show, until you can bear it no longer, and you are unable to resist and put your teeth into them. Mam has managed to save some oranges and our “jam” ration is being spread out with home-made marmalade. At present we are discussing the possibility of fruit loaf at Xmas but no resolution has been obtained yet. In spite of all this we are nowhere near starving and just like to have a laugh out of the rationing.
The college held its rag-day a week or two ago and what a time I had. We were all dressed up and collecting for charity. I had an old battered hat, a big false nose, gloves with a few fingers missing, trousers half way up my legs and a loud Scotch tie on with no collar on my shirt. My body, attired in the above clothes, was linking with a fat “lady” (a boy dressed up) and pushing a pram, containing a “baby”, on two wheels. The wheels came off in the main street, the baby rolled out, the traffic was held up and to crown it all a “bull” (two boys) came and sat in the pram - we took charge of the town, going through the stores and offices from top to bottom. I can tell you that I could hardly walk home after it all. Does your school have a rag-day like this?
I am not sure how I stand with the new “call-up” at eighteen years old, I may be exempt with being in the Training Corps on condition that I do well in my exams.
I hope the strike situation across there is a little better, when you get this, than it is now. If the strikers had heard bombs falling, seen them explode, seen the damage, and anxious people reading the casualty lists I don’t think they would behave the way they are doing.
We have had a raid or two lately and bombs were dropped on some houses not so far from here. We heard the plane diving down and then the scream of the bombs falling, mam got under the bed and I dropped flat on the ground, the explosion just about shook the house off its foundations. These bombs all hit private houses and a few persons were killed. I am afraid that I am stuck for news and I will close now wishing you and all at home a Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year.
Harold
Dear Angela
I am sending this in the hope that you will receive it before Xmas. We are having typical November weather - it has rained every day for over a fortnight and it is showing no signs of ceasing. It has just started again I can hear it on the windows - outside it is pitch black - no stars, no moon and no lights, I think you appreciate home and a fire more than ever on “black-out nights”.
I haven’t a great deal of news as nothing very unusual has happened, except - we have had some eating apples and oranges again - this is a great event, and the fruit is kept and put on show, until you can bear it no longer, and you are unable to resist and put your teeth into them. Mam has managed to save some oranges and our “jam” ration is being spread out with home-made marmalade. At present we are discussing the possibility of fruit loaf at Xmas but no resolution has been obtained yet. In spite of all this we are nowhere near starving and just like to have a laugh out of the rationing.
The college held its rag-day a week or two ago and what a time I had. We were all dressed up and collecting for charity. I had an old battered hat, a big false nose, gloves with a few fingers missing, trousers half way up my legs and a loud Scotch tie on with no collar on my shirt. My body, attired in the above clothes, was linking with a fat “lady” (a boy dressed up) and pushing a pram, containing a “baby”, on two wheels. The wheels came off in the main street, the baby rolled out, the traffic was held up and to crown it all a “bull” (two boys) came and sat in the pram - we took charge of the town, going through the stores and offices from top to bottom. I can tell you that I could hardly walk home after it all. Does your school have a rag-day like this?
I am not sure how I stand with the new “call-up” at eighteen years old, I may be exempt with being in the Training Corps on condition that I do well in my exams.
I hope the strike situation across there is a little better, when you get this, than it is now. If the strikers had heard bombs falling, seen them explode, seen the damage, and anxious people reading the casualty lists I don’t think they would behave the way they are doing.
We have had a raid or two lately and bombs were dropped on some houses not so far from here. We heard the plane diving down and then the scream of the bombs falling, mam got under the bed and I dropped flat on the ground, the explosion just about shook the house off its foundations. These bombs all hit private houses and a few persons were killed. I am afraid that I am stuck for news and I will close now wishing you and all at home a Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year.
Harold
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