Balmain
21.4.18
Dear
Norm
Felt
quite in the boom this mail, as I received two letters from you. People will
think there is something doing, you writing so often. You’d better be careful
of back. Say Norm, you are going gay, taking so much notice of the girls. We
are quite prepared now to hear that you are going to marry a little Pommy Tart,
as you take such an interest in them, Suppose you spend all your time riding in
the buses to have a chip to the girls. You’re the limit Norm.
You’ll
be sorry to hear that my father died last week. He had a paralysing stroke six
weeks ago and there was no hope from the first. We really wouldn’t wish him
back for he had such a bad time. Still we miss him very much, but we mustn’t
complain only be thankful that we have had him with us so long. Mum is keeping
up pretty well, but she has had a bad time of it.
Things
are still the same as ever here. Winter is setting in now, wet and cold, but I
don’t mind for I love the cold.
Last
Wednesday was the Sunday School picnic, but of course I couldn’t go. They had a
perfect day, lovely and sunny, and as it was the first picnic I have missed I
have come to the conclusion that I must be the Jonah.
There
has been a carnival at the Grove for the Voluntary workers this week end but
they had awful weather. Hard luck wasn’t it, for they worked real hard.
Glad
you liked the snaps I sent you. We are quite a crowd of Australian beauty aren’t
we. You wanted to know who the other girl was with Dorrie and Lily. Well that
is Kathie Price. You remember her don’t you. Miss M Fitzhardinge is having a
concert in the Town Hall for the ‘Prisoners of War’ and Rectory fund, entitled “the
story of the War”. All the old crowd are in it. I am Russia again so will tell
you all about it when it comes off. I can see I will be counted out as Russia
is out of the running. Our GFS is still going strong, with a faithful few. Glad you saw Jack while in England. I
had a letter from him this mail, and he had Quinsy, and would be going into
hospital to get his tonsils out, so we are living in hope that he will be out
of this offensive, but I’m afraid there is not much hope.
Fred,
Eva and the son and heir are quite OK. The baby will be quite a young man when
you return so I can see you will have him for a pupil. Ettie is spending the
morning gardening and making a general muck up of the garden. When all else
fails she can go on the land.
Don’t
feel in the humor to write a decent letter, better luck next time.
All
here and the girls wish to be remembered to you and hope you are behaving
yourself.
So
long, cheer up, lots of luck and good wishes,
From your old pal,
Jackie
Castle.
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