Letters between Malcolm William Kesham and Dorothy Williams, July-December 1944 - Part 7 of 14

Conflict:
Second World War, 1939–45
Subject:
  • Love Letters
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Finalised
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AWM2019.22.19
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TENPOST KRIEGSCEFANG SVOMEY PRISONER OF HAR POST 21st 1944 JIB.WAP NnI1067, Set. Malcelx William KESHAM, Australian Prisoner of War 3768, (1747, STALAG 383, OME o
MISS D. WILLLAMS, 37 BYRNES STREET, BE) FY N.S.H.) AUSTRRT. ll
WEMUNTMFS MISS D. WILLLANS, AIR MAIL. 37 Byrnes Street, BEXLEY, N.S.N., STRALLA. Nn11067, SOT. MALCOLM W. KESHAM, AUSTRALLAN PRISONER OF WAR 3768 (1747). 24th September, 1944. STALAG 383, OAMAN My daaling 6 Dulls there! Ao you keend to lister for awhile to this give of yeuas - a veay measy give incidentally? Just asswed Pheme & frem howsa, had a Week, pensed up my haws and here I aw tell sweed, its heear a big week end - and eveaything wen aff beautfully. I ment dowen to havera an Friday nigh (having aaranged to have Satuaday imeaning off freom week) and mas Bube and her hushand to be Cliff Caakerr. Hi's anawfully ince fellow, and before -leng we were all laughing and yehing ahous our Getters aboug the fouthesming event. We weare to a lettle party befole going have to Bulis place - just some of their friends asken blea to wish thear lieck Then home to bed-buslacs to sleep - we were for too esccted. Next monning we were mease & before leaving for the church, darling, I was a pesitue reasons mach. Anyane would have thought it was I beeorg manared. Once on the way though, I was quite OR Land enluyave said hew nice I losked). The hande was just grageous. Gence see the phategraphs when you get hame, dear, fea it takes a couple of imenths eve theyie Teady + In counting on you being heme well inside that. Anghaw Sunday found all the clar gathered to ogether -halies galsne; and all the old talesence wanprought fanch - Faile lough when you see exeryove of the bullians famly gathered to getes, theyse evough to seare anyne. As for
the taep back! lule, don' even mention train's teare - it was dreadful. You not so cranky now, pnd gost sweet - haw tived I am! All the excitenens, I suppose, on tap of the taip itself. Lo- mennon is geing to be a bug day too, one of the givls walked aut on Friday menning and left eveayhing flas. Dearhaw on ether I have to help out and its going to he a gob! heves mind - could be mance. Lets tak phand you, Ch. Hew are you hae dear! You much leagen is it going take belsve you get heare They were all so meay sheerful oven the week end, telling me it wha' he long new befere has well he hame. I wanded if you know the feling of having you caaning heme again. Your feeling thay of caang hane must be the came in I way thaugh, I fadtacl your photes and the other night hrac dear, agd they had me feeling so tilne, just taaking at them and thinking of fy. Yo always doing that dauling. Somhaw of late, it doewnt hual so much fer there is that hope of suing you, fus assund the conseth and that makes living socmecd sweeter. There caned Basdir he thinks In caagy waiting as this hout. Ige had I can' wess your letter can I daaling? There stell hacn't heear any araie from you, but Im not woesaying dead, with the situation over there as it is heveathslers, when I regeive that cable Pafe in England - Istill better Goaing hame- I wan'd be respensible fonary acticas. Thank you dasling, for all you mean to me - I lave you near mech Mug uiseal bdanings: behave yousself, and take good case of yourself in leve. Linder regands frear huar tad As almays from me to you. All Mg Love Dosetng
KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST SVONEY IR WATI S 41SAM 82 S8 1944 WISWA NXI1067, Set. Malcolm William KESHAM, Australian Prisoner of War 3768 (1747), STALAG 383, CERMANY. 8
MISSD. WILLLAMS, 37 Byrnes Street, N.S.W., BEXLEY. AUSTRALIA.
Ms. DIIMSMAMNS. KRIEGSCEFANGENENPOST 37 ByreS Street, HiR NAI OKXLEY. N.S.N., RISONER OF WAR POST. MUSTRALIR NX11067, 121 October, 1944. Sgt. Malcolm W. KESHAN, Hostralian Prisoner of War 3768 (1747 STALAG 383. CERMANY. 21 My Aenat hav plene as hene, to dyy seens to he letter wondting day. Os rachers this aftensen dees. I have a lettle gil frind staying with me over the week and from weak she is + new name: Whymsey. Its ocally downa Whyns hul if you were to ree her, you wauld understand yual uhy she is dubbed Whynsey." Shis anly a timy peaser, is 22, and gives mene whch than a dgen pepet. Als presens hanen the ros guet aeten desen ony temn here ney wndtly alete to he presy thet hen fence fnine Gasage ahe neven merises a day writing to ren. End lache youe shis geting manaied ineat 1 1dlays on st, when Gaedy cames down and fears. yu aloued se as daring, we nrake a very inductious couple. bund and the ladey were af this afernson ty ae tach a fore erapor hav a nayge time playing wich litte Seny. Life is very gaive har, s if he prsent gatiful for such quitres &e peasefulvers anide all this strefe, the suaned be calling it hen-dawn. have again letter events accouse I beges up a day for us - and then of cvurse, there is the inesesing fod nees of he wer, and for me, do for themonds f whers- he t ane toing atngeg a pate bal hen ande you thete one thought which has, in all these feur years, never let me down.
But hill me hraw howare ransened? Ave you well ? I haven't had a letter in manchs wew and it seems like years to we. Ch, I know what I said - that I woulde's mind of your letters didond dasive, because that would mean we were hearing "our day, but nineatheless I do mess them daaling - little as they were, they wese the reasess thing I could have, to you. Last night we had same friends of mine sut from wanks - thene was hem. + heas. Caster (she werha wich tre) g Whynssey, young Val (16 au Menseonger Bry & Lesry (Lue mentioned him refere) and Betty Rayae. We didns do anything in particulan just sal around and talked - and teak same indear time expesure pectures. heve will he any grod, because we all had the giagles, and maned so much - bud it was fum habedy noticed the time we all talked so much, and they had to catch the 620 are train hachs into town Ho theem! Iue people have to-mensow off from waak - eight haue day. But we have to woak as pea usllad. I don't really mend though, though I would have ency. Now adays, I would merely stay athome, an perhaps go to the pictures and where'o the fun in thas? he, daaling. I'd nather he al weak, not notiring the passing of time; than being at home - feeling lonely and blue, because it was a holiday & you were not at heare to shave it with me hoe sicel - I still think were neary huchy. land nathing will change my mind. Eneayonc's wells heve at 37, induding that give of youas hoe. Except for fits of the pulnes & thas emptiness of missing you - Iu fine. You muce lash after yourself, forrance, hrae. Premise? And Fusr remember this always - I lave you hoe, veay much Deasthy
B GSGEFANGENENPOST CrER OF WAK POSI 5 WaI 5o 1944 NSWAU. AXHObT Jot. Walcolm W. KESHAM, Aostrahan Crisoner of War 3768 (1747 SIRLRG 383. 12 Ot OTKYANY 50
from MissD.WMSNS F Byrns Street, BEXLEL. NSW. HUSTRALIR

KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST 
PRISONER OF WAR POST 
SYDNEY  
9 11AM 
21 SEP 9 
1944 
N.S.W. AUST.  
  
AIR MAIL 
  
NX11067, 
Sgt. Malcolm William KESHAM, 
Australian Prisoner of War 3768, (1747) 
STALAG 383, 
GERMANY. 
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MISS D. WILLIAMS 
37 BYRNES STREET, 
BEXLEY, N.S.W., 
AUSTRALIA. 
  
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KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST. 
PRISONER OF WAR POST. 
  
AIR MAIL. 
  
MISS D. WILLIAMS, 
37 Byrnes Street, 
BEXLEY, N.S.W., 
AUSTRALIA. 
  
NX11067, 
SGT. MALCOLM W. KESHAM, 
AUSTRALIAN PRISONER OF WAR 3768, (1747), 
STALAG 383, 
GERMANY. 
  
24th of September, 1944 
  
Stalag 383 
21 
Geprűft 
  
My darling, 
Hullo there! Do you want to listen for awhile to this  
girl of yours - a very weary girl incidentally? Just arrived  
home from Nowra, had a bath, pinned up my hair and here I am. 
Well sweet, it's been a big week-end - and everything went off  
beautifully.  I went down to Nowra on Friday night (having arranged  
to have Saturday morning off from work) and met Bub and her  
husband-to-be Cliff Craven.  He's an awfully nice fellow, and before  
long we were all laughing and joking about our "jitters" about the  
forthcoming event.  We went to a little party before going home to  
Bub's place - just some of their friends assembled to wish them luck.   
Then home to bed - but not to sleep - we were far too excited.  Next  
morning we were worse & before leaving for the church, darling, I was  
a positive nervous wreck.  Anyone would have thought it was I  
being married. Once on the way though, I was quite O.K - (and  
everyone said how nice I looked). The bride was just gorgeous.  
You'll see the photographs when you get home, dear, for it takes  
a couple of months ere they're ready & I'm counting on you being  
home well inside that. Anyhow Sunday found all the clan  
gathered to-gether - babies galore; and all the old tales once  
more brought forth - you'll laugh when you see everyone of the William's  
family gathered to-gether, they're enough to scare anyone. As for  

 

the trip back! Well, don't even mention trains to me - it was  
dreadful. I'm not so cranky now, but gosh sweet - how tired 
I am! All the excitement, I suppose, on top of the trip itself. To- 
morrow is going to be a big day too - one of the girls walked out on 
Friday morning and left everything flat. Somehow or other I have 
to help out and its going to be a job! Never mind - could be 
worse. Let's talk about you, eh? How are you Mac dear? 
How much longer is it going to be before you get home? They were 
all so very cheerful over the week-end, telling me "it won't be 
long now before Mac will be home". I wonder if you know  
the feeling of having you coming home again. Your feeling  
- that of coming home, must be the same in a way though. 
I had all your photos out the other night Mac dear, and they 
had me feeling so blue, just looking at them and thinking of 
you. I'm always doing that darling. Somehow of late, it doesn't 
hurt so much - for there is that hope of seeing you, just 
around the corner. And that makes living so much sweeter.  
Here comes Daddie - he thinks I'm crazy writing at this hour. 
Too bad - I can't miss your letter can I, darling? There still 
hasn't been any mail from you, but I'm not worrying dear,  
with the situation over there as it is. Nevertheless, when I 
receive that cable "Safe in England_ _" & still better "coming  
home_ _" I won't be responsible for my actions. Thank you 
darling, for all you mean to me - I love you very much.  
My usual warnings : behave yourself, and take good care 
of yourself m' love. Kindest regards from Mum & Dad.  
As always - from me to you: All My Love. Dorothy 

 

  
KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST 
PRISONER OF WAR POST 
  
SYDNEY 
8 4.15AM 
29 SEP 8 
1944 
N.S.W. AUST 
  
AIR MAIL 
  
Stalag 383 
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Geprűft 
  
NX11067, 
Sgt. Malcolm William KESHAM, 
Australian Prisoner of War 3768 (1747), 
STALAG 383, 
GERMANY. 
  
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MISS D. WILLIAMS 
37 Byrnes Street, 
BEXLEY. N.S.W., 
AUSTRALIA. 
  
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KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST 
PRISONER OF WAR POST 
  
AIR MAIL 
  
Miss D. WILLIAMS 
37 Byrnes Street, 
BEXLEY. N.S.W., 
AUSTRALIA 
  
NX11067, 
Sgt. Malcolm W. KESHAM, 
Australian Prisoner of War 3768, (1747) 
STALAG 383, 
GERMANY. 
  
Stalag 383 
21 
Geprűft 
  
1st October 1944 
  
My Dearest Mac, 
Here at home, to-day seems to be letter writing day. Or rather 
this afternoon does. I have a little girl-friend staying with me over the 
week-end - from work she is & her name: "Whymsey". It's really Lorna 
Whyms - but if you were to see her, you would understand just why 
she is dubbed "Whymsey". She's only a tiny person, is 22, and gives 
more cheek than a dozen people! At present, however, she is quiet, - sitting 
here in my bedroom beside me, writing a letter to "her Gaddy". That's her 
fiancee - Jimmie Gaddy & she never misses a day writing to him. And - lucky 
girl - she's getting married next 14 days or so, when Gaddy comes down on 
leave. You should see us darling - we make a very industrious couple.  
Bessie and the baby were up this afternoon & we took a few snaps & had 
a royal time playing with little Terry. Life is very quiet Mac, & if 
we weren't grateful for such quietness & peacefulness amid all this strife,  
we would be calling it "hum-drum".  Now & again little events occur 
& light up a day for us - and then of course, there is the increasingly  
good news of the war, and for me, as for thousands of others - what 
it will bring eventually. A brother back home and you. That is 
one thought which has, in all these four years, never let me down. 

 

But tell me Mac - how are you, sweet? Are you well? I haven't  
had a letter in months now and it seems like years to me. Oh, I 
know what I said - that I wouldn't mind if your letters didn't 
arrive, because that would mean we were nearing "our day", 
but nevertheless I do miss them darling - little as they were, they 
were the nearest thing I would have, to you. Last night we had 
some friends of mine out from work - there was Mr. and Mrs. Carter (she 
works with me), Whymsey, young Val (16 - our Messenger Boy) & Terry 
(I've mentioned him before) and Betty Royal. We didn't do anything 
in particular - just sat around and talked - and took some indoor 
time exposure pictures. None will be any good, because we all 
had the giggles, and moved so much - but it was fun. Nobody 
noticed the time we all talked so much and they had to catch 
the 1.20am train back into town. Ho hum! Some people have 
to-morrow off from work - eight hour day. But we have to work 
as per usual. I don't really mind though; - though I would 
have once. Nowadays, I would merely stay at home, or perhaps 
go to the pictures - and where's the fun in that? No, darling,  
I'd rather be at work, not noticing the passing of time; than being 
at home - feeling lonely and blue, because it was a holiday & you 
were not at home to share it with me. Mac sweet - I still think  
we're very lucky! And nothing will change my mind. Everyone's  
well, here at 37, including that girl of yours Mac. Except for fits  
of the blues and that emptiness of missing you - I'm fine. You 
must look after yourself, for me, Mac. Promise? And just 
remember this always - I love you Mac, very much.  
Dorothy  

 

  
....GSGEFANGENENPOST 
....ONER OF WAR POST 
  
AIR MAIL 
  
SYDNEY 
11 AM 
9  
9 OCT 
1944 

N.S.W. AUST 
  
Stalag 383 
21 
Geprűft 
  
NX11067, 
Sgt. Malcolm W. KESHAM, 
Australian Prisoner of War 3768 (1747), 
STALAG 383, 
GERMANY. 
  
1st Oct 44 
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AUSTRALIA. 
  
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