What a magnificent spring evening this is. I could weep that you are not here. All forms of life are heralding the warmer and longer days. Grass is green as at any time in May at home. Flowers, like what we have in Canada in July ......??...... leaving......... still atmosphere, dimming sunset and chirping merriment of the birds--young lads all about the place, playing at tennis, tumbling, signaling, laughing, joking, horizontal bars, and just across this court, one sees the ever strolling couples and coyish girls.
In the other direction I look out over Tor Bay and see Pargaton (sp?) in the distance. A calm clear stretch of water that might easily be Lake Ontario. No it isn't Lake Ontario, I don't see you in the bow of the canoe.
Work is about as intense now as it will be at any time. Darn here comes Mr. and Mrs. Phillips to drag me off to a show.
Heaps of love and a big hug and kiss. I shall write again tomorrow. Come on with me and happy dreams.
Jones enclosed a small photograph of an officer and wrote "Phil"s apology" on the back. I'm not sure if it's Jones or note. Undoubtedly the two of them understood its meaning.
What a beautiful sunny, warm afternoon it is. This spot looks like a perfect dreamland. Peace and quietude reign supreme. The temperature is not exactly what we would call warm, still, in the sun it is very pleasant.
I have been ever so busy since last Mon. My new Flight [He is now a training officer to a group of new men.] requires my entire attention and everything else has fallen by the wayside--even my own training--the later fact grieves me to think of. I hope as time goes on and the boys become used to things my time will not be as fully occupied. Yet today it seems that I have still more duties to be responsible for. Those involved in supervising clay pigeon shooting (practicing marksmanship). I have been busy as you know. But I'm scared to death that I shall become completely swamped in work that will prevent me from training to fly. I have a wonderful group of boys this time. They're as keen as mustard. Taking them on from scratch gives me an opportunity to start them off right and so far we have just got our organization underway. It is all most interesting and to see the response of the boys from day to day is really fascinating. In other words I love the work--but I love fighting Jerry better and it makes me uneasy when I don't get on in that direction. The latter, love, has its roots in my fundamental love for you. I feel that I am not doing my utmost for you and your love for me unless I'm actually giving Jerry a tough time......???.... but time. It has been your influence more than anything that has brought me this far and I must go on.
I received a very nice letter today from Betty Dunham. She also, is very busy with duties in connection with war work. Her husband is so busy she has to drive him about quite a lot as train service is too slow sometimes. Her husband does a lot of flying with different types of planes and equipment, experimental work. He, of course, is a scientist not a pilot, and goes as an observer to test out new instruments, etc.
I received a wonderful parcel from "Samaritan Club" Century (sp?) United Church. It contained 1 pr. Socks, tooth paste, shaving soap, blades, sweets, cake. It was wonderful of them to even think of me. It was one of their Easter parcels.
I was delighted to hear from John Taylor last week. He has made good. I always knew he would. I don't know whether he has told you or not. He is getting married very soon. He met the young lady at the Soo [Sault St. Marie, Ontario] when he worked there years ago. I'm very pleased for John's sake. He will go far I know.
I must look up John's mother sometime. He gave me her address. She lives at Woking. John had not informed his mother up to this time of writing me. In fact I am or was the second person whom he had informed up to this time of writing. He said it would just be a quiet wedding as his fiance has so many friends and he dislikes large formal affairs.
Last evening, with a few cadets, attending a boxing tournament at Paigatons (sp?)--just a 1 1/2 d. bus ride from here. The boys are organizing all kinds of sports and different social activities. I have no less than 3 BSc's, 4 M.A.'s and 9 school teachers in my Flight. They are a real good lot and I expect great things from them.
Philip and I are planning a trip to Plymouth tomorrow. Won't you come along too? It is almost certain to be a bright, sunny day. As far as I know there will just be the two of us. Perhaps the women will decide to come--i.e. Mrs. Phillips and Mrs. Allan. In that case there will be five of us as Mr. Allen will come too.
You would have a wonderful time with Mrs. Downing, our proprietress at the Belmont Hotel. She is Cornish and short, stout, dirty and rough. A real Dickens character. She put an advertisement in the local press the other day for guests. She had enough applicants to fill three such houses. It was a scream to hear her comments on those who appeared. However, she has managed to fill her house up and what she will do now is a matter of speculation. She is very independent and doesn't seem to care whether people stay or not. A most original being with a very interesting sense of humour.
Well Sweetheart, you won't have to wait long now for financial assistance. In fact a week from today and you will likely hear something from the bank. It is comforting to know that you will have received money before this letter reaches you. Keep your courage high Dearie, I shall make every endeavor to get caught up with you.
I would love to see the old home now. Just think about a year ago that I was busy shingling and painting. It is hard to believe. What a lot has happened since then.
I haven't heard from Betty or Olive since last week. I suppose Betty will be returning to Ipswitch soon. She will be there all summer I believe without another break. When I saw her at Chippenham she didn't seem to be too pleased with her new school and thought that she might effect a change before long.
A thousand thanks for your wonderful letters Honey and how I'm enjoying our sweater. I wear it chiefly with my mufti on Sundays. A great big hug and kiss and happy dreams.