9 Bonamy St.
I was just checking over your letters and find that I have received up to and including No. 48. The last one that is missing is No. 37. It almost looks as if I am going to catch up to you Dearie. By the way, did you receive the cable I sent on your birthday? I expect to hear about it next week, if you did.
We were surprised by a snow storm today. A high wind this morning blew up quite a storm. We worked on the roof until it became too cold and miserable, then we sat around the fire until noon. After dinner the weather improved and we carried on with some work on the ground. There are very few of the original crew working now. In fact only seven out of nineteen. It looks as if the work will peter out in another week or two. (There goes the siren, the first we have heard for several nights and it is eleven o'clock). There must be something brewing. Anything is to be expected these days. Just as soon as the weather settles down to fine and clear, no doubt Jerry will be coming over. It makes one good and mad to think I'm not ready to fly and on my way to meet him.
There seems to be quite a bit of sickness about these days. The people next door, Mrs. Doran and a few of the men who were working with us are all laid up. It must be the accumulating effect of dug-out life and strenuous living in general. I am, and always have been, in the best of health. I have had nothing more than a very slight cold ever since I've been here. The touch of cold came on during the early part of December and was completely gone in a few days' time. It is astonishing how few people contract colds here.
I was interested in the conversation I had with Mr. Cornelius last Saturday. He told me that the homes over here of Americans & Canadians are not at all popular with the English people, as most of them have central heating, and invariably the houses are overheated. Saturday was fine but not at all warm, in fact bits of snow that were lying about showed no sign of melting, still I noticed that Mr. Cornelius intentionally left the door which opens onto the lawn wide open while we strolled about the garden. I asked if I should close it and he very quickly rejoined "Oh no, leave it open until we return." There was only a very small fire in an open grate in the living room and the house was very cold to my way of thinking--temperature about 55F I would judge. Queer people these English. One thing is certain, one is always ready to go out of doors. It never occurs to one that i might be colder outside--because it never is so.
The 'All Clear' has just sounded. Evidently Jerry is not making his big effort tonight.
Heaps of love Dearie. Happy dreams and let me lull you to sleep. A big kiss & hug.
9 Bonamy St.
I have just returned from visiting the minister whom I heard last Sunday morning. I left the house here, after I made a cup of tea and endeavored to find Montpelier Rd. where Rev. Moore lives. I saw much evidence of bomb destruction in that particular area and very few people are living there. I found his house but nobody answered to my knocking at the door. I left the house, having decided to return some other evening. It was quite dark and nobody was about. However I had not gone very far from the house, on my return journey, when I met Mr. Moore and a young lady who later proved to be his daughter. Mr. Moore invited me to return to his house with him. This I did and we enjoyed a cup of tea and quite a long chat. We sat in a large downstairs room which he uses as a study and sitting room. Before a grate fire we managed to keep quite comfortable. He explained that that was the only room possible to sit in as all others the windows were broken and plaster is all down. The entire upper floor was gutted by fire a few weeks ago. I found Mr. Moore to be quite interesting. He described his work and daily experiences. I can tell you his job must be most heart-breaking. So many of his congregation have moved away and so many of those who still live in this area are in great need and suffering. His life is very hard. His opinion is that the people of England have lost touch with the church and God is now punishing them. He informed me that he has fourteen thousand people on his church roll and for quite a number of years his attendance at services very seldom more than a hundred or so. This he claims is characteristic of church attendance all over England. I don't accept this as fact. It perhaps is so in certain London areas. At any rate he is staying right with (?) and hopes that soon the people will awaken to a fuller sense of appreciation of the church. I noticed that his waistline is somewhat excessive, and I remarked that perhaps the people are not altogether to blame as the church might possibly have become too soft and comfortable within its own organization. He mildly agreed with me. It was about 10:45 when I arrived back home. Snow is falling.
Jerry was over again for awhile during the evening but very little noise was heard.
I expect two letters from my girl tomorrow. Maybe three. I haven't received any since No. 49 which arrived about last Friday.
I thought the weather would be rough enough this week to make it possible for me to take half a day off and go into the city and stir things up a bit. So far we have been able to work full time. Perhaps it it snows hard enough tonight, I shall be able to take tomorrow morning or afternoon off.
I notice by the press that Canada is going to send many more troops to England very soon. Does it look as if Cecil would be coming over before long?
Don't I wish you would just jump in on me tonight Dearie. Can't you hurry those wings along and speed over here. Try hard. Keep well and don't tax your strength. Heaps of love and a big hug and kiss and no snoring--no not me.