Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 4 APR 1940
addressed Lieut. R. Helme, D.W.R., Church House, Norton, Malton. Yorks
Albert House, Colne.
4th April.
My darling,
It was lovely to hear from you this morning before going out to the morning’s work. What a lot you mean to me my prescious. Nothing matters to me but you, and I live for your letters and phone calls when I cannot see you.
I have a feeling you will be moving south in a few days. Now you will get
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farther and farther away from me. It gives me a lump in my throat to think of it, but what must be must be – and the sooner you go the sooner you return.
I wish you could get Sunday off as I shall be off from about eleven I am hoping. It certainly wont be much later than eleven. You could just make it for that time. But I don’t suppose this will be possible anyway. ‘Phone and let me know tomorrow night. The optimist!
Prescious, I would like to see you before you go away. I do love you so much, and it seems ages since Easter.
I am writing before my dinner. I should say lunch, – still! It is a vile wet day here. It seems to have rained ever since I started work. It should be quite pleasant in the Summer although the milk will be far harder to keep, and I shall be blamed if it doesn’t.
Joe Hatfield annoys me a good deal. He is a silly big ass, and seems to delight in discussing me with the boy who goes on the milk round with him. The lad tells me everything. I think the boy is definitely becoming pro-me, which is as well. He is a nice little chap with Welsh parents.
Beloved, I do wish you could come over on Sunday. I just want to love you again and make sure that you haven’t melted away, vanished into thin air or anything. I shall only get one Sunday half day in three – so that isn’t so much.
There goes twelve. I am just waiting for Mum to bring up my meal. I am having it here in the Club. There has been some very nice music on the wireless, and now there is a programme called “Music, Maestro Please.” Dance hits I gather. Yes.
I have just addressed your envelope, and I was just going to put Esq. instead of D.W.R. Never mind, it will soon be that again. R. Helme, Esq. R. Helme C.A. Then joy, Mr and Mrs – no sorry Captain (Major?) and Mrs R. Helme, House of Joy, Heaven.
12.35. I have just had a large meal: sausages, potatos, kale and fried tomatoe. Very enjoyable. I finished with an orange. And I’m now very full.
I shant be so late home today I hope. This week is evidentally busier than usual. I am glad to hear it. The school bottles take a great deal of extra time, and there wont be any over the week end.
I am thinking of buying some cheapish riding boots instead of these shoes and socks. I hear you can get them at that shop up the road where all the wellingtons hang outside the windows. Roes or something.
Darling I am thinking of you so much today, and I do want to see you. Please phone tomorrow night if you have any time. How I love you. Everything else waxes into insignificance except that: My love for you, and yours for me. Leslie Weatherhead says that love is not earthly but devine, and that it brings out the best in us. That is how you tell the difference between love and lust. Love is unselfish, and lust is Selfish. Love is giving, and lust is taking is how I should put it.
And I sure do love you my darling boy, because although I wouldn’t say I had an unselfish and thoughtful nature, I am always wanting to do things for you. Your happiness is mine, just as your unhappiness is mine.
But just now, living away from you is my chief unhappiness. I just can’t be completely happy without you – ever. I have proved that definitely in the last six months. The times you have been home are the only times I have been really happy. So it will go on.
In case I haven’t time to add a few lines (I almost said rows) when I come home tonight my treasure, I will give you now all my love with kisses cuddles and caresses,
Kathleen
Here I am home again at quarter past seven – tired and weary and hungry. It seems that half past six is a myth. We haven’t finished then yet!
Goodnight my presious.
All my love, Kay