"222 Northfield Rd.,
King's Norton, Birmingham
My I was glad to receive your letter the day before yesterday. It was the one you sent in answer to my cablegram. In it you referred to the Flaffertys. I am very sorry indeed about poor Flafferty. He has his worries. I am very glad though for Mrs. Flafferty's sake that she is to have a long rest. And someone who has been through what she has experienced deserves a long rest. Also it is an excellent thing that the children can have a chance to build up at the present time. A thorough conditioning of them at this time will make all the difference in the world to them when they grow up. I wish I were with you Sweetheart. We could together look after the baby. You are brave indeed to take the job on and I only hope to be soon in a position when all financial worry will be removed from your mind. In any case Dearie, do what you think best and whatever you do, don't worry. [How on earth is Helen making ends meet? There's a house to look after and a mortgage to pay.] I shall see you through. The only thing I worry about is just how free you will be to come over here if the opportunity arrives. And Gee, Honey, I hope it won't be long before you can be with me as I want you more than anything on earth.
Fri. Sept. 25th Jerry came over before I could finish this letter yesterday. Our day is greatly shortened because of the raids. Every evening it is now a routine to go to the dugout immediately supper is over and prepare the blankets etc. before it becomes dark. At nine or nine thirty the warning (sirens) is sounded and everybody, except those on duty or like myself, who prefer to stay in the house, go to their shelter (dug-outs) for the night. It is about six am that the 'all clear'' goes (sirens again) and people return to their houses for an hours sleep before going to work. Queer life hey what? Mind you not everybody everywhere spends every night in the dugout. It is the areas that Jerry flies over every night that this practice is followed. This district is his favorite course to London and the Midlands, so we hear his countless machines in steady streams milling their way above us. The odd plane on its homeward journey, when flying over us will drop the odd bomb. By the way, when Betty and I were at her brothers' at Ascot last weekend a bomb fell quite near to Miss Sendamore's house and broke several panes of glass and blew a few tiles off the roof. When Betty and I returned Sunday evening, we found both Miss Sendamore and Miss Day quite badly shaken up as they were here at the house at the time. Since last Saturday, Miss Sendamore has been living at her own house, 23 Marchmond Rd., Miss Day & Miss Gliddon (Betty) live with her, so I have been a guest here all week.
Betty and I enjoyed our weekend at her brother's, Martin, last week. Martin is about forty, a bank manager and lives alone with a housekeeper. He has just completed a fine new house, or rather did so about a year ago. It is beautiful, situated in a wooded area about two miles from Ascot, where his bank is. He drives back and forth in his Austin or more frequently cycles. You would like Martin immensely. He is a real good sport about my own build and typically English without any stuffiness. He is very much like his father whom I met at Chippenham. Saturday, Martin, Betty & I motored to Worgrave, on the Thames, got a canoe and paddled all the way to Reading, a beautiful section of the Thames. We carried our little kettle and had lunch and afternoon tea on the way. We returned home about eight-thirty. Martin declared he enjoyed the experience more than a little. In fact I believe it was his first canoeing experience. The day was very fine and warm. Honey I wanted you so much to be with us. However when you do come, you will find you have some real friends, and they all are most anxious to know you.
When Betty telephoned Martin, Monday, after we returned to Richmond, to thank him for the splendid time we had, he said Jerry had visited Ascot Sunday night and gave them a merry old time. The D--l Jerry is. He has played the mischief with transportation, etc. but all said done, his air raids have been ... (indecipherable)... They are having no other effect than to stiffen the people's determination do him in.
All week I have been most busy. I have finished varnishing the windows at the school. Have repaired such things as blinds, doors, replaced broken glass, painted and a hundred and one things for Miss Day and Miss Sendamore. I am more than grateful to them for keeping me here so long and it is a joy to be of service as you can well understand.
I received the following letter from Critchley Wednesday.
I have just received your Form 1020 back from Gen. Montague and it is now being forwarded to the Under-Secretary of State.
The present address you have put on your form is: 222 Northfield Road, King's Norton, Birmingham.
Will letters sent there be forwarded to you, as I do not like to alter your form 1020 without your authority?
You see things are looking very good. In fact with such as Montague and Critchley recommending me I see nothing standing in the way. I expect to hear in a day or so to report for duty. [Wanna bet?]
Miss Sendamore is taking a weekend off leaving here tonight. Miss Day, Betty and the maid and I shall camp right here for the weekend. I have to make two more bunks for the dugout which will keep me busy for awhile.
Heaps of love, Sweetheart, and God keep you safe and well. Will cable you as soon as appointment is confirmed.
While people are quite shaken by near bomb misses to their homes, Jones seems quite blase about the whole thing.