Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 1 DEC 1939
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme. D.W.R. The Goathland Hotel, Goathland. Yorks.
Albert House, Colne, Lancs.
Friday
My dearest Ronald,
I’ve just read your letter. They never arrive until the four o’clock post. Your P.S. says “You didn’t mention your father. Isn’t he enthusiastic.” He hadn’t received your letter then, silly boy.
I have been in a state of nervous dithers all day, as he hasn’t said a thing and I don’t know whether he’s done anything or not. Even Mum can’t get anything out of him. She thinks he’s embarrassed. I think I shall have to say something this tea time as this suspense is too much for me!
Engagements are usually not announced till the ring is purchased. When will we get it? I shall have to come over and see you at Malton when you get back.
There’s tea. Confound!
Dad wasn’t in for tea. He’s lecturing in Burnley as he couldn’t go on Tuesday. Oh dear, I’m sick of waiting; and I suppose you are feeling ill honey.
Marj. is phoning Winnie B. to ask her down tomorrow. We are going to see the four One Act plays by the Dramatic Society – if she agrees. Oh dear, she’s out: with that Air bloke I suppose. What taste. Glad she didn’t nab that Helme boy. He’s too nice for anyone except that charming Eadie girl. The middle one you know.
James has bought some grammy records today, and Turner Layton is singing “White Sails” just now. There’s one of the Mills Brothers: Smoke Rings and “It Don’t Mean A Thing” Not bad, but not as good as yours. Then a Webster Booth – “The Faery Song” from “The Immortal Hour” and “The English Rose” from “Merrie England”. Very enjoyable.
Inspite of the heavy rain, I took Prince for a walk this afternoon, and was completely sopped, but enjoyed it. It’s nice to thrash through the rain by oneself some times, don’t you think. ‘Course I’d rather thrash through the rain with you – walk in the sun with you, sit by the fire with you, laugh with you, cry with you, live with you, love with you ____ Ronnie dear, I love you.
If you don’t get a letter from Dad tomorrow, don’t despair. Like you, he just doesn’t know what to say I guess. Well, he doesn’t know how to put it. Wait till you are doing the same to your daughter’s sweetheart. But your wife will be able to help you. What a wife she’s going to be to you. Kisses, cuddles and caresses, Kathleen.