9 Bonamy Road
Mon. Oct. 4th/40
Another letter from you today #10 with the clipping of the notice of the death of Rev. Robinson.
I was glad indeed last week to receive so many letters from you. I have received them all so far up to # 10 which I received today. So far I have sent you 5 and tonight I am sending four bundles of papers which I am marking 6, 7, 8 & 9. Oh boy! That brings me up a bit, and with this letter, I shall be even 10. Oh, what a thrill! 'A piker' did I hear you say? It has taken quite awhile to bundle the papers up so on a time count I don't see why it isn't fair.
You and old Droopy Drawers are having quite a time of it. When he doesn't cooperate with you just treat him rough Dearie. If any man should be gratified to you he should. He is too old now I would think to reform. Still he might have the decency to try and do nothing that would worry you.
I do wish I could be with you when you go to Alton. Your description of the climate, foliage, etc. in one of your recent letters, almost made me homesick i.e. a bit more so than I always am. The Credit Forks [Credit River] was wonderful when we were there last. Do you recall. Then when we descended the hill to the house down in the valley. Do you recall how we were entertained by the queer old man who related many of his earlier experiences to us. Please give my love to Mr. & Mrs. Linham.
I received a letter from Rev. Wilkins Saturday. He is in Guisborough (sp?) and is apparently very busy attending to his duties as a Home Defence Officer. He is a Captain and is likely active in training his company in the art of home defence.
A letter that I wrote to Shaw and addressed to Brighton was returned to me unopened with a notation on the envelope--not at this address. I don't know just how to contact him.
Saturday, I went over to Richmond by bus. As nobody was at home at 23 Marchmount, I simply went into the house, looked around to see that all was in order, and because of the damp, cheerlessness I decided not to stay there alone for the weekend. I then went down the hill to Madame Bena and got my laundry, boarded a bus for Old Kent Road and arrived home just after seven o'clock. Saturday night was very quiet, also yesterday and today. Jerry must be getting tired or else is saving up for another occasion.
Yesterday morning, Sunday, I arose at 8 o'clock and after breakfast, busied myself straightening my room. I swept and cleaned the woodwork, put paper covering on the mantle and shelves and generally made it look more like a bedroom than a barn. Mrs. Doran (by the way my landlady's name is Doran, not Dolan as I told you earlier it was) prepared a very nice dinner for me. She roasted a wee chicken--the first fowl that she has tasted since last Xmas. I accused her of extravagance, but she defended herself by saying that she longed so for a taste of fowl that she could not resist the temptation. I have got to like Mrs. Doran. She is a very fine old lady. As game as they make them. I don't believe she cares two hoots for Hitler and all his gang. She goes to her dugout each night like a real warrior. And if you could just see the reeking-with-water dugout that she spends the night in, you would revolt at the idea of entering it. This is the rainy season in this country and when I tell you that it has rained constantly since Saturday with hardly a break you will understand just what rain is.
After dinner yesterday, I followed instructions of Betty and looked up her married sister at Blackheath which happens to be only twenty minutes walk from where I am living. Her name is Mrs. Garvin (Olive). Her husband is a doctor, in the army, but living at home in Blackheath. When I arrived at the door I was drenched to the hide. My legs and feet were quite wet. As soon as I entered the house, Olive took me into the sitting room, where two of her girlfriends were seated before an open fire. One of the girls is a sister of Dr. Garvin, the other is a graduate of the same nursing school that Olive graduated from before she was married. Immediately Olive made me take off my shoes and socks--much to my embarrassment, but not the least to the surprise of the others. Olive is like that. She is candid like yourself and never stands on ceremony. She served tea and later supper. Dr. Garvin was on duty and would not be home until sometime today. It was raining so hard at eleven o'clock when I was about to say goodnight, that Olive made me bunk down on the chesterfield for the night. She and Miss Garvin (who by the way, work in the Foreign Office) slept in the basement, where the other tenants of the house sleep. This morning at six o'clock Olive got up and prepared a breakfast for me and I then wended my way home in pitch blackness, rains as hard as ever drenched me to the skin again. However when I got back to my room, I changed into working togs and was at the factory at 8 o'clock. The Garvins want me to live at their apartment, but I simply can't do that. I am very dirty during the day and could not be seen by anybody I know. I think it is best that I should remain as I am until I hear from the Air Force. It surely won't be much longer now until I hear.
Betty returns to Richmond tomorrow night. She has been away almost ten days. As tomorrow is Tuesday, I shall take a bus after work and call at 23 for mail. I usually have heard on Tuesday, whenever O.H.M.S. mail come to me. Wish me luck Dearie.
The Xmas cake is jolly good Sweetheart. But Honey you should not go to so much expense for me. I know there are so many things you need and I feel so sorry and sad whenever I think of you having to wait so long for help from me. So far I have earned 4 pounds, 12 s. since I've been working. I have managed to save 2 pounds of that. I can save 1 pound 10 s. a week as it cost me 1 pound 10 s. to live.
Now Sweetheart, I can't warm your bed by bodily being there but my thoughts are certainly warm and should be able to make you roast. Happy dreams and a big heartfull of love and kisses.
Jones and his adventures will be taking a Christmas break. Back in two weeks. So here is a little extra for your reading enjoyment.
9 Bonamy Street
[Yes, this was not dated but it follows the numbering sequence]
Just before retiring I shall take time out to say goodnight.
The guns and planes are very noisy tonight. As I sit here before the stove, alone, eating a jam sandwich, I think of you. You who are all in all to me and so many miles away.
I received a letter of yours written Aug. 9th, which has journeyed to King's Norton, then to Barry Docks [Wales], back to King's Norton and on to me here. In all probability it was held at the P.O. at Barry Docks until some clerk decided to refer to my address. At any rate I was glad to receive it.
The weather has been wet since yesterday. However we worked all day. I got quite wet this morning but not quite so this afternoon. We are repairing the roof now and another week or so will see the end of this job. By that time perhaps I shall hear something from the Air Force.
I went over to Richmond last evening to see the folks. They were all snug in their dugout by the time I arrived. They related their experiences during the week of freedom which they had. I had a bit to eat and set out for my abode at 10 p.m. in a heavy downpour. I could only get as far as Waterloo Stn. and had to walk from there home in the pitch blackness. I am become a real expert now in finding my way about in the dark.
I was delighted to see the report of Rooseveldt's re-election in the news tonight. He is the man for the job I think. What a wonderful man he is!
I was glad to receive a letter from Mother yesterday. She was just taking another trip to Stanley and then on to Amherst to see her brother and sister before settling down with Helen at Annapolis for the winter. It is wonderful that Mother is enjoying such good health. I have just heard the ['whizz' of two or three bombs. The sounded to be about as far away as Morrison Street from 45 Lakeshore Dr. They were not very heavy bombs.
Betty said her mother is not too well. She has a very bad throat and thyroid gland bothers her. She should have an operation but her general health will not permit of it at present.
I am very glad that Agnes Grant, Margaret, Marjorie & Ellen Sullivan call upon you so often. I feel that you are not altogether down though I know how lonesome it is for you. I shall never be happy until we are together again and I sincerely hope that that time will soon come.
Mother told me that Henry Romans will likely join the Navy. I am very glad to hear that. There must be great opportunity for young chaps in Canada's Navy.
How does the furnace work Dearie? Burns coal like the old one I'll bet. At least it should be a great satisfaction not to have the constant worry of a breakdown. The kitchen tap, Sweetheart, is not difficult to fix. A wrench on the bench and a screwdriver and a Woolworth washer. Get one of each kind, black and white, as I don't know which tap it is that's leaking, although I presume it is the hot water. Be careful not to tighten the hexagon nut on the top of the tap too much as the threads are badly worn. I wish I were there to fix it for you. I'm awful lonesome and would just bury myself in your arms for a week.
I wish you happy dreams and well being. Keep up your game spirits for my sake and don't lose faith in me. Heaps of love and kisses.