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1939 pre war

20th Aug 1939

Numbered 106. Postmarked Kilconquhar Fife 6pm date eligible
addressed to R. Helme Esq, 34, Albert Road, Colne, Lancs

The Manse, Kilconquhar, Fife

20th August

My darling Ronald,

I feel like Lady Hamilton writing to Nelson. Do you know, I have only just finished that book!

It was lovely to hear your dear voice on the ‘phone last night, and I went to bed feeling all nice and warm inside. I cuddled myself, and thought of my dear fat Ronnie – with his nails all bitten… I’m surprised at you, my boy. Fancy letting them grow so nicely, and then biting them all off at one go. Well, you’ll simply have to grow them again. Just think if I bit my nails every time we were parted.

Today started very badly. Great sheets of rain – the worst we’ve had here; but it is dry and fresh now, though not sunny.

Fancy Colin Hill being a father. I wonder what sort of a father he’ll make. Not bad, I suppose. I’d rather have him as a father than a husband, certainly. What a shame it’s a girl. There are so many women on the Duckworth side.

I have past on the news of Harry Layfield to Marjory, who seems very interested, and insisted on telling Bill herself. Amazing.

As for the piece of news that you love me. Well, it’s nothing short of miraculous. Just fancy anyone loving me – Me of all people being loved by you, my angel! It’s wonderful.

Bill goes home this afternoon; and his stay has been very short. Marj and he spent the day motoring to Braemar. They enjoyed it very much, and say the scenery was lovely. They saw the flag flying from Balmoral, but they didn’t see any member of the Royal Family. Daddy and Mr Foulds were at Crief and district, and they , too, enjoyed themselves.

Actually, I suppose I’m repeating myself as you will have had this in my yesterdays letter. Still, honey, perhaps you won’t mind.

Honey, I can’t get over our little talk on the ‘phone. Although your voice was so small and far away, I felt you were ever so near to me. Thank Heavens for the telephone. Thank Heavens for my Ronald – my own dearest, darling Ronald. Thank Heavens for life and love, thank Heaven and the Broughtons for the twenty eighth of December 1936. It was 1936.

Mr and Mrs Walker are coming over here for tea this afternoon, so we shall have to behave well, which is becoming difficult. Poor Ma has got something to live up to. Mrs Walker, I think, is expecting someone with wings and a halo. She says she has heard so much about Mum from Laurie!

Fancy you going and shooting for someone else. You’re a naughty boy. But I’d rather have that than someone else shooting for you. Most degrading!

It’s queer to think that the football season has started again. It doesn’t seem long since it finished. Alas, the Summer is passing, Ronnie, and winters’ frozen hand will soon be painting the world with ice and snow, (and my poor nose will be aglow!)

Will you love me in December as you do in May. Why of course, you will, you will, you will – no you won’t, you’ll love me more. “When you are old, and grey and full of sleep –“ Oh darling, I’ll love you still.

I could bumble on like this forever, but you have a bus to catch, and I must have some paper for tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that… And, honey, a week on Thursday, I shall be coming home.

Goodbye for now darling. Kisses, cuddles, and caresses, Kay

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