February 2, 1945

8C.I.T.R.

Can Army O/S

2 Feb 45

Darling:

I just had breakfast and have a few minutes to spare before I start work so I guess I can’t fill it in a better way than by dropping you a line or two.

I think the weather has broken at last. It is a little milder anyway and is raining like the dickens this morning. Actually the cold spell wasn’t even noticeable by our standards if there had been plenty of fuel, but the buildings are draughty & coal is not too plentiful, and fireplaces are only for show, as far as I can see. By all reports they must have had some heavy snowfalls in Scotland. I see by the papers that trains have been held up, & baby’s born under queer conditions, & one woman died in the snow trying to get home from a shopping tour in a nearby town.

However, since it has turned milder, I sleep better, because I don’t have to put my great coat over me or anything like that. I can’t get over the vegetation here. All the grass is green, and most of the trees & bushes too, although they aren’t evergreens. I’m going to try & grow a piece of Ivy – if I can. I’ll try to send you some & get it going there. It grows out of doors over fences & things like that, has shiny dark green leaves & is green all winder. It sure looks beautiful to me.

No letters from you yet, dear, but I know there’s some on the way, so I’ll wait for a while yet. Heres a couple of Canadian stamps I had on me. All my love, dear, & the children too.

Your own Frank

PS Please send me some snaps of yourself and the children