Letters between Malcolm William Keshan and Dorothy Williams, 1942 - Part 16

KRIEGSEFANGENENPOST 
NX11067
SGT.KESHAM. M.W
AUSTRALIAN PRISONER OF WAR 1747,
OFLAG 3C. GERMANY

AIR MAIL 

MISS D. WILLIAMS
37 Byrnes Street, 
BEXLEY NSW 
AUSTRALIA 
Friday December 4th 1942 

Mac dearest,
I'd say this funny old world was treating me fairly well.
I had a postcard from you on Wednesday last - dated 2nd 
September. When I was half way through reading it, for 
a minute I got frantic, until I noticed your P.S. at the bottom 
telling me the photo would be with my next letter. Mac 
perhaps the letter will be at home for me to-night- here's
hoping. I rang your mother yesterday to tell her of the postcard 
and she had already received one, as well as a letter 
with a photo attached - and is she pleased! I believe you 
had eight letters all at once from me darling - isn't that 
super. But say, you should have some photos and this; 
months and months ago I sent you some & every now 
and then I enclose one with my letters. Don't worry sweet, they'll 
all arrive in time. What have you been doing with 
yourself lately? Do you like your new camp? Poor old 
dear I suppose its pretty cold over there now - blessed 
winter-and to think we used to groan about cold Aussie 
days. When this is all over, we're going to appreciate so many 
things that before we have taken simply as a matter of 
course. Have you been making any more plans lately, you 
man of mystery. No, I'm not letting myself be curious 
so there - I know you of old. Listen Mac, when are you 
going to answer that question I asked you, how long 
ago - two years or more? You will tell me eventually 
though huh? This pen I am using is dreadful I'm afraid

I hope you can understand my writing. My new job is 
splendid - I like it very much. The girls in the other 
Doctor's Rooms are very decent to me and really are 
spoiling me. Whenever I get lonely I ring my old boss and 
he tells me the news of the day. There is plenty to do and 
time flies of a day. Apart from physi of a Tuesday night 
I don't go out very much nowadays. Mum and I went 
to a local show last night- the first in a month, which 
is very unusual for me. Even dancing has been deserted 
lately - after dinner Norma gets out her sewing and I 
get some knitting or something and we listen to the radio until 
it's time for bed. Don't think I miss going out darl. It's good 
to have a break and suits our mood. Besides I'm conserving 
all my energies for when you come home. Our list is going 
to take some getting through. I seem to be rattling through 
this letter Mac - somehow its been hard to write to you 
lately. That may sound funny, but I couldn't keep on 
saying 'how are you' over and over, and especially if you 
receive eight letters at once, they must sound rather alike. 
So even if I don't tell you each time how I miss 
you darling, don't imagine I don't care. That's not possible 
we have the future to look forward to and that's something 
And even if I run out of words I'll still keep rambling on 
and on, as I have always done and trust you won't notice 
After all you started this sweet - remember the girl who 
went made on you for daring to write three years ago. 
Same girl Mac - only she's learnt so much since then. 
'Cheerio' for now sweet. Look after your old self. Always yours 
Dorothy 

SERVICE DES PRISONNIERS DE GUERRE.
KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST 
PAR AVION  
Aust.- U.SA, - Portugal 
4 DEC42 

Sgt. M. W. Kesham
Australian Prisoner of War No.1747 in Germany Oflag III C
OFLAG III C Gep 
GERMANY 198 

MISS D. Williams. 37 Byrnes St. Bexley. N.S.W AUSTRALIA
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My Dearest Dot,    6th December 1942 
Hallo there young lady and how is my little girl keeping these days everything 
going ok. Another one of your letters arrived today 18th Aug also another beaut photo 
fancy asking me which one I prefer I cant get enough so dont keep any back. I'll 
try not to let myself go as I usually do, as I remember you saying once when we were 
walking home it was silly and you didn't like it. Christmas is almost here once more 
but without you darling its not much to look forward to still I can only hope 
that the next one proves better for us, the past two years seems like ten 
Dot time does drag so. Never mind about trying to dig up news sweet just 
tell me all about yourself I like that do you know. Dot we may only have one week 
we can realy call our own, and yet you know all about me. Did you get 
the photos I sent you Dot : they are terrible aren't they but they were the best 
I could get: I havent changed since you last saw me still the same old 
person a bit older and thinner but just the same. By the way the chap 
with me in one of those photos was the leading lady in one of the shows 
we put on he went mad when he found out I'd sent that photo home. 
Wish everyone all the best for me darl. The whole place here is frozen up 
once more and its certainly very cold though strange to say we havent had 
much snow. Ive read heaps of books since Ive been here but Im that way 
now I can't concentrate on them, my mind keeps wondering so need to 
tell you why you should know. I was sorry to hear about Greg that was 
the first I heard of it I hope his people have had better news since. Also 
that part about the babies puzzeled me. Well darling I must finish, don't 
forget to take care of yourself for me and remember ever day brings 
our day nearer Until then sweet Cheers All my Love Mac. 

Kriegsgeiangenepost
it Luftpost Uber hord Amerika
IT LUFTPOST PARAVION
An Miss. D. Williams 
Empfangsort: 37 Byrnes St
StraBe: Bexley 
Kreis: Sydney 
Land: Australia

SYDNEY 
4- PM
3 26 MAR 3
1943 
NS.W.AUST

KRIEGSEFANGENENPOST 
NX11067
SGT.KESHAM. M.W
AUSTRALIAN PRISONER OF WAR 1747,
OFLAG 3C. GERMANY

AIR MAIL 

MISS D. WILLIAMS
37 Byrnes Street, 
BEXLEY NSW 
AUSTRALIA 
11th December, 1942. 

Dearest Mac,
I started this letter dearest Malcolm, but it sounded
so queer that I tore it up and began again. Well Mac
this is my last full day at this job - Monday I go back
to my own desk and my own times. It'll be nice to
be back again I think. Im getting homesick. And darling
they are feeding me up so much that Im scared to
look at the scales. wouldn't it be dreadful if I had to
go on a diet - with my appetite. However I don't think
things are as serious as all that - my dresses fit me just the
same anyhow. There hasn't been a reply from McCosker yet
Mac but I will write you as soon as I hear from him. I wonder
how he is doing these days - I must send him your address
and maybe he could write to you. How's the weather in
your part of the world my sweet? I'll bet its cold and
then some. will you be doing any skiing this winter?
Heavens will have to add Kosciusko onto our list if you
come back a professional and you certainly seem to be
heading this way. Can you read this O.K the pen I'm using
is the worlds worst. I'm picking up my costume which
is being tailored mac, I'm dying to get it home. I'll have to
send you a snap of it eh? There won't be many of
the wedding snaps to send you; unfortunately most of
them were dreadful. How about you - are you still
sending them darling? I am just as anxious to get yours
as you are for mine so keep them coming. Suppose George
will be home tomorrow night that means I have to