"Friday, Oct. 18th/40
While all is quiet I shall have time for a short chat with you. It is not yet 7:30 a.m. and I have just completed my toilet. The others came in from the dugout at 7:00 and are now either sleeping or dressing. I believe Betty said that she is not going back to bed as she wants to pack her handbag for her visit home today. The morning is foggy but otherwise not unlike an October morning in Toronto. The night was fairly quiet especially from four o'clock on. The night before last several bombs were dropped in our neighborhood but comparatively little damage was done and very few casualties.
I have only a few m ore days to wait and am I glad. It has seemed to be endless and looking back, I don't see how I have managed to stick it. Only because of the friends I have here, has it been possible.
By the way, Miss Sendamore the other day very kindly stated at the dinner table, that when you come over you are asked to make this your headquarters. She said whenever you are near or are in Richmond, and as she said, it is so near the centre of things that you must make her house your headquarters. I have often intimated how I feel because of my long visit but she simply will not let me think of paying anything towards my keep [I wondered how he was making ends meet!] but assures me that I have been a great help and the means of making their dugout life much more pleasant than it otherwise should have been. I am very glad indeed that I have been of such use. You will like Miss Sendamore very much and I'm sure you will like Miss Day & Betty.
Betty wanted to write you last night so I told her I would put a note in with hers. She is all excited over going home today, the first visit she has made since school opened in August or Sept. 1st.
I have not received any mail from you this week. Surely a letter will come along today. I shall have to inaugurate a new postal service if gaps like this occur very frequently.
I shall go down to the school with Miss Day and Betty, get my laundry and Betty's shoes at the cobbler's and come back to the house, press my suit and later a bath, to be ready to leave on the three o'clock bus. I had to get a spare coat and a pair of gray flannel pants shortly after I cam to Richmond. The suit I got at Cardiff was badly in need of pressing and I had nothing to wear in the meantime. The coat is a reddish brown, Cheviot tweed and I like it very much. The gray flannel trousers are just the ordinary bags (?) that you see every day.
I hear Simon, Miss Sendamore's dog barking. He wants to go for a walk. Simon is a Scotch terrier and very dear. Miss Sendamore has another dog, Sam, an Irish terrier, old and blind. He was born at Cambridge University where Miss Sendamore took her M.A. She thinks a lot of Sam and he is a great care to her.
Well I hear Emily, the maid coming to get breakfast ready. I shall take Simon out for a short walk and return in time.
Heaps of love Sweetheart and gee I hope you won't be too long in coming over. I do want you so.
Oodles of kisses and hugs.
"76 Marshfield Rd.,
Sat. Oct. 19th/40
How is my girl tonight? The folks have all retired--I have just had a bath and here I am, pyjamas clad, sitting in a chesterfield chair, in the living room, ready to curl up on a 4'6" chesterfield for the night. Why aren't you here to keep me company.
Betty and I arrived here about 8:30 last evening. We had a slow journey from Richmond, as the trains are running most irregularly. We found Mrs. Gliddon in bed of course, but about the same as she has been recently. She suffers from a very weak heart and must take all the rest she can. Rev. Gliddon and Miss Slade are the same as always. We had a bit to eat and talked until ten o'clock and then retired to our several rooms. Betty and Mim sleep in the same room upstairs. Arnold and his Father occupy another; Mrs. Gliddon still another, the maid another and I occupy the chesterfield in the living room.
This morning Arnold called me at 8 o'clock. After breakfast--Mr. Gliddon, Arnold, Betty and I had ours together--Mim and Mrs. Gliddon had theirs together in Mrs. Gliddon's room, Mr. Gliddon and I chatted awhile and then Arnold and I went for a drive with Mr. Gliddon and Betty. We drove about eight or ten miles (quite a long drive in the country) and it was most enjoyable to see the country. Thatched roofs and quaint old buildings, walls and beautiful hedges characterized the scenery. We returned in time for lunch. After lunch Arnold and I went to the shops and after that we took a long walk across the countryside. Arnold has been about the same as he was when I was here last. He seems to have his bright spells and the odd set-back which last for but a short time. On the whole he is getting steadily worse. To think that he has been like this for eight years, unable to turn his hand to a single tap, and such a fine young chap that he is, is a pity. His people are reconciled to his condition now and seem to be always prepared for the worst.
I think Olive, Betty's married sister, is the only member of the family I have not seen. Her husband is a medical doctor and at present is in the Army Medical Corps. Olive is a year or so younger than Betty.
Tomorrow is to be a full day for Mr. Gliddon. He has confirmation service at 8 in the morning and three preaching services. You will like Mr. Gliddon very much. He is a genuine soul and heart and soul in his work.
Well, Sweetheart, only another day or two to wait before we learn what is in store for us. We shall soon be able to plan things a bit more satisfactory. Certainly I hope it will be the means of us coming together mighty soon. Whatever I am to do I shall try and find some way to have you here beside me. I shall cable you just as soon as I get word.
It is time to turn in now Dearie. I see by the clock it is 12:30. Move over and don't let those cold feet ache any longer.
Heaps of love and a big hug and kiss.
Well the wait is on. This letter was written on a Saturday. He's hoping to hear by the following Tuesday. Does he??