4. All the old chooks are well

Note on top of page by ANS

Rec'd 19/11/17

Elsinore

September 2 17

My dear old boy,
Another Sunday and another letter. This is the 4th I have written now and not received one yet from you. But I am in hopes there is one at the office. I will get it in the morning. at least I hope so. Well dear boy how are you getting along now. I wonder where you are now. It is about 3 o'clock Sunday afternoon. My Gooud has just been in , I gave him your photo to give to the teachers, at least what you had down. I think you forgot the Back? girls and Ettie Castles. I got 3 doz and an enlargement and I will get another doz. Mrs Wise came in for one. Says you told her to ask me for one so now I will have to get get more. Mrs Penny's? concert came off on Thursday night and was a great success but of course we had St Johns. Weather, it came on to rain just as it was time to go and rained all the time it was  on and poured when we were coming out. A lot had to wait till it was over, then it cleared up and did not rain any all night. But the hall was full, made over six pounds. Mr Manning wants Miss Thring? Penny? to give it another night, it was so good. The strike is very bat yet Norman. getting worse. it will be worse next week. The men won't give in and I am sure the Government won't. They have nearly all the trains and trams running now. I think all the drivers are going back.all the Gas men are to be called out tomorrow and Mr day says all the printers are too. I think it is getting serious now. John Minor?, one of the volunteers shot one of the strikers and killed him but i suppose he will get out of it, being in self defence.
Well Norman, Eileen is here and is writing to you, so you will get enough news this time. Mr Cooud got a short note from Charley yesterday expects more tomorrow. There is nothing new to report this time. All seems about the same. Uncle Willie had his eye done. Came out of hospital yesterday. Seems fine. All the old chooks are well and the garden and everything just the same. Father is lying down, his Sunday beauty's sleep. hear him just coming out to send his best love to you and says he sends you a parish paper and heard no news of the Matunga yet. I suppose she has gone and all with her, Now dear Norman Goodbye with best and fondest love from your loving Mother.

[read the fate of the Matunga here-     http://www.wrecksite.eu/wreck.aspx?37126#108052]