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1940

12th March 1940

Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 12 MCH 1940
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme. D.W.R. Church House, Norton, Malton. Yorks

Albert House, Colne, Lancs.

12th March

My dearest Ronnie,

I do hope my last letter did not annoy you or detress you or anything like that, because my treasure, I don’t want to annoy you or detress you or worry you. You are the last person on Earth I want to make unhappy my beloved. I hope I am saying all this to you and not to some scurvy knave who snaffles my loving letters from under your nose.

I do hope that letter turns up unopened. I don’t think there was anything terribly private in it. It certainly wasn’t one of my “days-to-come” letters, and probably the only conculusion that the reader would come to, would be that the writer was in love with Ronald Helme – and that’s not out of the ordinary.

My treasure do try Thursday. Oh dear, I feel all secretive, because I now feel someone else might get this. I feel like putting I.S. and such like!!

What a life, but to have you with me for a few hours again will completely change my outlook. Gee, how I love you. I can go to Keighley, Maybe your proofs will have arrived by then, and you will be able to bring them with you.

Tomorrow afternoon I am going to Mrs Moran’s to have a little bit cut off my hair as it is growing too long to be neat, and also to have face massage. Don’t frown. It’s not half as exotic as it sounds. It is very badly in need of this as the pores are clogged up with Winter grime and my own grease!

I took Prince out this afternoon, and it started to pour when I had only backed the rugger field, so I sheltered in the targe, and thought of the once or twice when I had sheltered there with you in days of yore. (That is supposed to be YORE though it is just the same to look at as the you! What writing!)

Poor wee Sunnie is becoming more and more the victim of Senile decay, but Mr Rankin says hi is not suffering much pain, and doesn’t think it necessary to put him down. His tummy (not Mr Rankin’s!) is filling with liquid from his kidneys and he is getting very fat there and thin in the ribs. I shall be very sad when he has to go because I am really very fond of him. He is so cuddlesome, and I have had him so long. Darling I’ll simply have to warn you that I want to have peke again. I know, I guarantee you would grown very fond of one if it was yours and mine. There is not another dog as cuddlesome. We could have another dog too? “What size of house do you think we are having?” “Well we could keep the other one outside.” “You and your dogs!” “Book, book, weep, weep.” (Pause) “All right, you can have as many dogs as you like as long as you’ll marry me.” Smiles, kisses, finis.

That, in case you are in the dark, was a dialogue!

I hope your pullover arrived safely today. It was packed in the greatest haste with the help of dear Mama. I had to crash down to the post, and just managed it.

Mum opened a Sale of Work for the Y.W.C.A. on Friday, and bought me to very nice towels with blue crochet work let in, so that makes it one silver salver or silver cup (easy to see which side the money is on) one tea set (best) and two towels. The list grows. I shall soon be able to add one table cloth; in fact two, as there are two in the making!

If I work at Hatfields for a year I am going to save at least sixty pounds. That sounds absurdly impossible – but you wait and see. Sixty pounds. That would buy the bedroom suite de luxe. But I happen to know that if we rave about walnut, Dad will present us with a really good suite of it. You had better study it.

Goodnight my treasure I’m going to see fairly soon.

All my love, Kay x

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