Letters between Malcolm William Keshan and Dorothy Williams, 1942 - Part 9

SERVICE DES PRISONNIERS DE GUERRE. 
KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST 

18 AUG 42 

N.X.11067 Sgt. M. W. Kesham 
Australian Prisoner of War No.3768 in Germany 
STALAG XVIIID/306/489L 
GERMANY 

AUSTRALIAN 
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RED CROSS 

(MARBERG 
AUSTRIA) 
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Miss D. Williams. 37 Byrnes St. Bexley. N.S.W. AUSTRALIA 
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KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST. 
NX11067, 
SGT. KESHAM M.W. 
AUSTRALIAN PRISONER OF WAR 3768. 
STALAG XVIIID/489L,
GERMANY.

AIRMAIL

MISS D. WILLIAMS 
37 Byrnes Street, 
BEXLEY. N.S.W. 
AUSTRALIA.

27th August, 1942 
Dearest Mac, 
Such a lot has been happening lately, that it seems 
ages more than a week since last I wrote to you. How 
are you Mac? Well and happy I hope. There should be 
some mail from you before very long 'cause it's aged now 
since your last letter. Your Mother was in to see me last 
week - with the loveliest bunch of violets for me. It should be 
the other way about - I should take them to her - but I did 
think it was sweet of her. I told her that I'd written to Norm 
and she showed me his photo. He's not like you, is he, Mac? 
Except for the eyes. You have no idea how much I'm looking 
forward to receiving a letter from him. In next week's letter 
maybe I'll be able to tell you what he says. So much 
for letters - they seem to be taking up an awful amount of 
space. Mum tells me Betty was over this afternoon. She's 
just recovering from the measles. I don't see Bett very much 
these days; with work and so forth, we've staying at home 
a good deal. Boy oh boy, won't we have a grand reunion 
when you come back sweet. Where will we go Mac? I 
mean of course, after our night. Think it over and let 
me know. Before very long, your photos will be absolutely 
worn out. Whenever the baby comes into my room, she 
grunts and points away at your two photos until I 
lift her up to kiss you. Not once have I been able to get 
away without kissing them too - she sees to that. That

baby is the sweetest wee thing imaginable . I wouldn't 
mind a dozen of them if they were like her - half a dozen 
anyway. I saw another Mickey Rooney picture last night 
Mac. He is still as funny as ever. The Hardy Family series 
are still going strong. Each picture seems better than the 
previous. What do you do in your spare time Mac? Do 
you read alot? By the time this gets to you most 
likely you'll be once again skinny, huh? It's terribly 
difficult to remember that winter takes over about Christmas 
time. A happy Christmas darling - in case it should be 
Christmas time. May the coming year see you home again. 
This week has been so busy for me . We have moved 
from the old building . To-night especially I feel a bit 
miserable Mac. Remember how I went there straight from 
school, many years ago. They were very happy days in 
that place, and being there linked me with you . However, 
this is no time time for being miserable, so I must stop thinking 
about it. Are you taking care of yourself sweet? You said 
you would, remember. Mac, when you look up at the 
stars one night, shut your eyes for a second and wish 
a wish. People say wishes come true, if you wish long 
enough and strong enough. And I'll look up at the stars 
over dear old Aussie and send a wish too. If you listen 
way hard you might hear it darling. Love from all the 
family, Mac , and if you should be seeing that person, well 
you tell him this girl's way much in love with him. 
Sincerely Dorothy

SERVICE DES PRISONNIERS DE GUERRE. 
KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST 
PAR AVION 
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N.X.11067 Sgt. N.W. Kesham 
Australian Prisoner of War No.3768 in Germany 
Stalag XV111D/489/L 
GERMANY 

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Miss D. Williams, 37 Byrnes St. Bexley. N.S.W. Australia 
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Dearest Dot,            27th August 42 
Well my sweet Im very pleased to be able to inform you 
that last Tuesday I received four letters from you it's the best 
bit of luck Ive had so far and I certainly hope it continues. 
Attached you will find one of the photos I said Id send 
its one time the camera lies darl, and it just goes to show 
how crazy we are getting we often dress up though and 
put on a concert we even held a beauty contest and had a 
Miss XVIIIB. it helps to pass the time away. Well young lady 
you are certainly hearing all about me I guess Ill have to 
be very careful when I get back Im sorry but I can't remember 
that pup's name but if you should see McCorker he 
will probably remember its name . How is everything going 
in good old Aussie these days everything ok and how are 
you darling in good health and doing well wish every- 
one all the best for me I wouldnt worry to much about 
how long it will take me to get home after this is all over 
as far as I can see it will be quiet a while, but remember 
even if its a year Ill be just the same no changes as everything 
will work out right in the finish. I still have the photos you 
sent me but Im certainly looking forward to a few more 
so don't forget sweet Well sweet Im afraid this is all for 
this time hope you like the snap take good care of yourself 
Dot and a Big Cheerio for the time being All my love Mac. 

Kriegsgefangenenpost 

An Miss. D Williams 
Empfangsort: 37 Byrnes St Bexley 
StraBe: Sydney 
Kreis: N S W 
Land: Australia 
Gebuhrenfreil 
Landesteil (Provinz usw.)

Absender: 
Vor- und Zuname: Malcolm William Kesham 
Gefangenennummer: 3768 
Lager-Bezeichnung: M.-Stammlager XVIII B 
Duetschland (Allemagne)

KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST. 
NX11067, 
SGT. KESHAM M.W. 
AUSTRALIAN PRISONER OF WAR 3768. 
STALAG XVIIID/489L,
GERMANY.

AIRMAIL

MISS D. WILLIAMS 
37 Byrnes Street, 
BEXLEY. N.S.W. 
AUSTRALIA.

1st September, 1942. 

Dearest Mac, 
Hello there my sweet, how are you? Still keeping up 
the old chin I hope - and looking after yourself well. I 
haven't much news for you this week. Mac, only a few odds 
and ends scraped to-gether, but I'll do my best. In the 
first place, I received a letter from Norman last Saturday 
and enjoyed it immensely. You should read how he described 
himself Mac, it's beautiful. Incidentally he has quite an opinion 
of your good looks - queer taste he must have, eh? (Don't 
get mad darling!) Tell you what, I'll save his letters for 
you to read when you come home, if you like. With all 
the others I'm saving for you, you'll be having quite 
a busy time. Mac, remember me telling you how I have 
to kiss your photo every time the baby comes into my 
room? Well to-day, George was home and wandered 
along to my room with the babe. And he wasn't allowed 
leave until he kissed you as well. I wish I could have seen 
it; Mum tells me it was a big laugh. George asked to be 
remembered to you sweet, and wants to know when you 
are coming home. Do me a favour will you Mac please. 
When next you write, tell them (through me) that it will 
be pretty soon. They tease the life out of me, the wretches. 
We had a lovely ride on Sunday morning last, with the 
grandest horses. Bessie's looked a bit like a shorn rabbit, 
but she said it suited her well 'cause it was only small.

I almost parted company with mine when it leapt sideways 
from the road onto a footpath because it was scared of 
a piece of white paper. But she was a beauty Mac. I think if 
I ever won the lottery I'll buy myself a horse - a good one. 
That is, after the car, and the block of land and little farm 
down the Valley, and all those other things. Just imagine 
winning the lottery, pal! What would you do with five [[mean]] 
thousand? You work it all out, and I'll tell you what I 
think of your plans. In view of our visit to the races (remember 
Mac?) I bought a gorgeous dress length last week and I'm 
going to save it up for our day. Another week gone with 
no letter from you; I'm getting rather disappointed when I 
find no mail from you, waiting for me after work. Those 
letters mean such a lot to me so I hope they'll be here soon. 
Let me know all the news won't you? Is the mail arriving 
regularly over there? You must have quite a fan mail [[eae]] this 
Mac. Already I am falling asleep as I sit here; the carpenters 
have been hammering away all day at work and I feel 
pretty tired. So once again Mac my dear - look after 
yourself and come home safely to me. All those wasted 
years - years of worry and sadness will be forgotten when you 
sail into our Harbour once again. Perhaps they were not 
wasted years after all. They brought us to-gether Mac, at 
least that's a little bit of silver lining to our grey cloud. 
And remember that clouds can't last long sweet. Our sun will 
be out very soon. Big Cheerio from us all, and all my Love.