Letters between Malcolm William Keshan and Dorothy Williams, 1941 - Part 5
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end now, there is not much more I can tell you at present; the
next time you get another letter you will probably find I have moved
again. I hope every one at home is ok, and wish them all the best
for me, tell Bub, Im sorry if I disappointed her, and if you want
a better discription let me know. There is a terrible lot of chatter
going on around me at present and its getting hard to concentrate, its
also getting dark and I am now writing by candle light; the talk
is going from Australia, back to Egyptian magic then back to Aussie
again. Well darl I have a fair few letters to catch up on darl I
owe you about four now dont I well Ill catch up on them you just
see and dont be surprised any time you get two letters in one week
because I'm going to catch up on them I don't say they will be
long but Ill catch up. Well sweet I'm afraid 41/2 pages is the limit
this time Ill try and do better next time however, so it lots of
love once again, you will be hearing from me again next week or
even sooner and until then 'Great Big Cheerio' I think Ill have
to finish my letters of different for a change they all seem to finish
off the same I bet when you look at the start you say to your
self I know how it finishes up. Flash darl there is an air raid on
right now, I have to beat it for a while. Well its all over for the
time being darl and no damage done, he didn't even drop a bomb
I still reckon it's a pretty sight with all the pencils of light penetrate
-ing the sky and flashes and blasts going it is a great sight, I think
he will be back again to-night the bomber I mean. Well darl once
again its lots of love & a 'Big Cheerio' x
Very Sincerely Yours xxxxxxx
Mac xxxxxxxxxxxx
P.S. Do you know that song yet. Mac xxxxxxx
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Dear Mac,
Hullo there! How are you, stranger? Do you know, I
haven’t heard from you since February 19th. I’m feeling very neglected
about it all too. I wonder what can be holding them up Mac.
The only thing I can do is re-read some of your other ones I have
stored away, although that’s not to be compared with receiving
a fresh one from you. Don’t be getting worried about it darl.
There’s not so much need for you to feel sorry for me - as for
Mum. I pester her to death when I get home from work - in
case she’s having me on - and hiding your letter until
after tea. Poor Mum. I do give her a time. But you see Mac,
one night I came home in a terrific hurry - had to be out
again in about a half an hour. So Mum held onto your
letter until I got home again. So do you blame me ?
Now tell me - are you receiving my letters OK? Gee I hope
you are. If you’re not, just let me know, and I’ll have a few
things to say to the Postmaster General.
How do you like this week's photo? Let me introduce you
to George - that’s the dog. Need I say - it was taken down in
my beaut Valley. That's our swimming pool Mac. It's quite
deep too - well over my head. We dive off that board, but
I'm afraid we can hardly call it a spring board - there's
little or no spring in the darn thing. You just should see
that dog take off. I tried to get him to do a running dive
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so we could snap him, but he was far too shrewd There
must be something to jump in for, for that dog. Come to
think of it, mustn't dogs think us human beings plain
crazy diving in & out of the water, for no apparent reason.
But then, nuf said about photos & dogs & human beings.
I wouldn't have believed writing a letter to you would
become so hard, Mac. Uh, I'm still doing things as before.
Still going to physi & tennis & dancing & all the rest, but when
I come to write them all down, they appear to be so
trivial & meaningless. Now don't be getting cranky. I
know you've told me dozens of times that you're not bored
by my letters, but it does take some believing. I'll have to
go exploring, or win a lottery or something exciting, so that
I can write you a dozen pages straight off.
It's exactly twelve o'clock sweet & I'm sneaking a moment
to tell you where I've been. It was a glorious night, and
as I said, I just couldn't get going on this letter so when
George came in to see if I would like to play night tennis, I
jumped at the idea. I'll resume this in the morning though,
and tell you all about it then. Night m' love.
Thursday. Mum has woken me early as I asked her too,
and I'm half sitting, half lying in bed to finish this.
The trouble is, I can't make my hand write properly. And at
every word I give an enormous yawn. Any mistakes I make,
just put it down to my sleepiness.
We had some good sets last night Mac. And the court
itself was bonza. The chap who owns it, must have spent
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all his spare time on it. The "shed" is a model. It has the
trickiest cupboards fitted into the walls and a wireless (that
really goes ) and clock set in the wall also. You can imagine
what its like playing tennis & listening to the wireless at
the one time.
George is out of camp - and hating work. He has camp
fever properly. They wanted him to join an officers
training school, but he won't be able to, on account of
his work. That's not making him feel any better either.
Joan - at work - & I, are going to tea at our latest
co-worker's place to-night. Did I tell you previously,
that we have an evacuee from Japan working with us
now. She is British, but has lived all her life in Japan.
Golly we have some fun with her. My only hope is that
we won't have to eat with chopsticks - 'cause you know
my appetite, & wouldn't it kill you if the food was there
before your eyes, and you couldn't make use of it, simply
because you couldn't pick it up. They eat raw fish &
cooked eals & all sorts of things over in Japan. Heaven help
me, if I have to eat raw fish.
Things are coming on. Here I am talking about tea, when
I haven't even had my breakfast.
Betty goes away on holidays next Saturday. Her firm is
getting up a party to see "Susan & God" at the Minerva.
I've been looking forward to going & now she tells me she'll
be away for it. George will come I expect, only G. isn't
Betty (Ungrateful wretch aren't I.)
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