March 13, 1945

Last letter – 11 Mar.

8 C.I.T.R.

Cdn Army O/S.

13 Mar 45

Darling Isobel:

Got a letter from you today & was much pleased. I can’t understand, dear, why you are not getting my letters. I have written very regularly ever since I came over, never more than a day or two between letters, & often every day. You should get about three at a time. I rather guess that the mails don’t fly over every day, but you should be getting more than you are. I wonder where they are? You’re sure doing well, darling, with the bills & I don’t know how you manage. You mentioned you had to buy a water [?] for the stove. Did the other one burn out? If it did it must have been an awful mess but it lasted pretty well, not being an expensive stove. By the way, did you get that pine wood to burn? I’ve often wondered about it. Lord, how I miss you and the children. I got thinking today of the day I took the boys fishing & how Frankie caught two trout. He sure was pleased. And you send me a picture of yourself too or I’ll be cross. I want one honey, & you do that, won’t you please. All I have is a snap of you taken down at Johns & Florences two years old when John & I built the fence there. I’ve carried it for a long time & it is beginning to get dirty. They have educational tours for soldiers & John & I may go on one this Sunday to see Nelsons ship, the “Victory”, still afloat, & a castle. The trips are all paid for, no expenses whatever so it looks like a swell chance to get around.

Was to Brighton Monday for a few minutes to get some evidence on a court & saw George O’Handley who was at Aldershot in Col. White time. He wasn’t there long but I rather liked him. He is now a Major. Expect Hugh almost any day, & the boy here in the office have arranged to have him live with them while he is here, so it won’t cost him anything. They are rather kind to invite him. There is a chap here in the office who was with the Unit in action, & remembers him. Will close, dear, with all my love. Had letter from Joyce & Stewart today. All well there.

All my love, darling, your own

Frank.