23 Sept 1942
Dear Angela
I will begin as usual with “I was very pleased to receive your letter”, I am replying as soon as possible. I will tell my pal to write to Virginia again and I hope his letter arrives this time.
I am sure that you would not have liked the work in the cannery and I think it would have been much more monotonous than your own work – even if it was shaving discs.
I have been “tool fettling” for the last month, this is just a form of blacksmithing and my hands don’t seem to like a hammer-shaft judging by the blisters. However I have had a rest as I was ill in bed with influenza last week, it was very boring with nothing to do.
You will probably have started college when you receive this letter and I hope you are not having to work too hard. I begin my Second Year B.Sc. course on Oct. 1st and I have just received my time table and found that I have no free periods, and that I have extra half hours at all odd times during the week; so it seems as if I will have some work to plough through. If I can remember, you will find enclosed a cutting from the newspaper about the State Bursaries won by the College and more by luck than good management I happened to be the only Mechanical Engineer among them, the rest were Electrical. I felt proud when one of the young apprentices at work won a free scholarship to college as I had been teaching him – I suppose he would have done just as well with anyone else teaching him.
You will probably find plenty of trouble if your everlasting curiosity makes you read Shakespeare – if you want to read him read his comedies first, and don’t try to discover all his puns and subtleness at the first reading. I think a very short description of his life would amuse you, in case you have not seen them before the lines over his grave are:-
Good frend for Jesus sake forbeare
To dig the dust encloased heare
Blese be Ye man Yt spares thes stones
And curst be he Yt moves my bones
Don’t think my spelling is as bad as above but that is the original English and you can read it as you think fit.
I can’t think of any more news as so very little seems to happen across here – I hope you can understand this letter but I have been trying to teach mam to dance and write this at the same time. My brain seems too dull even to prattle. I will close
Love & “all the best”
Harold
Dear Angela
I will begin as usual with “I was very pleased to receive your letter”, I am replying as soon as possible. I will tell my pal to write to Virginia again and I hope his letter arrives this time.
I am sure that you would not have liked the work in the cannery and I think it would have been much more monotonous than your own work – even if it was shaving discs.
I have been “tool fettling” for the last month, this is just a form of blacksmithing and my hands don’t seem to like a hammer-shaft judging by the blisters. However I have had a rest as I was ill in bed with influenza last week, it was very boring with nothing to do.
You will probably have started college when you receive this letter and I hope you are not having to work too hard. I begin my Second Year B.Sc. course on Oct. 1st and I have just received my time table and found that I have no free periods, and that I have extra half hours at all odd times during the week; so it seems as if I will have some work to plough through. If I can remember, you will find enclosed a cutting from the newspaper about the State Bursaries won by the College and more by luck than good management I happened to be the only Mechanical Engineer among them, the rest were Electrical. I felt proud when one of the young apprentices at work won a free scholarship to college as I had been teaching him – I suppose he would have done just as well with anyone else teaching him.
You will probably find plenty of trouble if your everlasting curiosity makes you read Shakespeare – if you want to read him read his comedies first, and don’t try to discover all his puns and subtleness at the first reading. I think a very short description of his life would amuse you, in case you have not seen them before the lines over his grave are:-
Good frend for Jesus sake forbeare
To dig the dust encloased heare
Blese be Ye man Yt spares thes stones
And curst be he Yt moves my bones
Don’t think my spelling is as bad as above but that is the original English and you can read it as you think fit.
I can’t think of any more news as so very little seems to happen across here – I hope you can understand this letter but I have been trying to teach mam to dance and write this at the same time. My brain seems too dull even to prattle. I will close
Love & “all the best”
Harold
