B84070 Sgt. Morris, H.,
H.Q., 1 Cdn. Corps Cor. Coy.,
R.C.A.S.C., Can. Army, C.M.F.
I have before me September’s “D. W. & W. News” which arrived last night along with three hundred Winchesters. I wish to express my thanks. The News always affords me some extra special reading and I feel sort of let down when I come to the end. This particular issue left me high and dry with many thoughts and emotions. I fairly devoured the front page, realizing only too well that it is just five years since I had my last look at the old home town. Those snaps brought back memories. Post Office, farthest end of town; Library, where I spent quite a few hours; Town Hall and the good old Lacrosse meetings; C.N.R. and passing the time of day with Dode and Bill; Public School, where I spent a great deal of my school age life under the supervision of the best O.C. a boy or girl could ever have, Principal J.D. Ramsay.
Page two, and I see extracts of a letter from Ray Reynolds. We used to work together in the Card Room and often used to meet and conflab on the roads of Southern England, so far from Hespeler. The picture of his daughter and I think of my own, Rose Marie, just eighteen months old. The three pictures at the bottom of the page, three men who have paid the Supreme Price. We must not fail them.
Page three, Union Notes, I always look at them. I, for one, like to keep up to date on what my chances are after this fuss is over. The Letter Box always gives the address of somebody who isn’t so dashed far away, if we could only get over, or if they hadn’t moved. The two gals tomorrow will adorn the Order Board and again some fellows will think I am holding out on them because I can’t answer certain questions.
Page four. It’s a good start here to add my congratulations to George Edmonds, and wish him the very best of luck. I find that fifty per cent of the names on the page I don’t know, and figure perhaps an even larger per cent at the mill right now don’t know or remember me, so we are even.
Well friends, this particular paper sure started me thinking of the Biggest Little Town in Canada, and also the “Best” – my Home Town.
R183937 F. Sgt. Robert Burn,
R.C.A.F. Overseas.
Once again I want to thank you and the company for the cigarettes received last week. It seems that the only time I get around to writing you is after receiving one of your parcels; but we have been kept very busy the last couple of months dumping our calling cards on the Reich, and so my letter writing has suffered considerably.
I do hope the people at home realize how much their gifts mean to us over here, and it is really beyond words to put our feelings in a letter. Some day soon we hope to be all back home again and so able to thank each one personally, but till then we have a job to do, just as you have on the home front.
Please say hello to all the boys in the office, or perhaps I should say girls, for I believe that there are not many there who were present when I held down the desk in the corner. I’d like to be especially remembered to Harold Seekins and Rus Wehner to whom I promised to write, but have never achieved my aim.
I’ve seen quite a few of the fellows from home over here and they are all as anxious as I to get home again.
A9119 Cpl. Bloomfield, G.W.F.,
2 C.I.B. Coy., R.C.A.S.C.,
C.M.F.
It would be impossible to let an item like this, namely the supplement to the October issue “Active Service Addresses” slip by without acknowledgement and heartiest thanks. It has solved a great problem for me, and I assure you it has brought the same results for others.
When we get the opportunity to travel past the different units, I often wonder if any of the Hespeler lads are present. This is my answer.
While I am with you for a few moments, I would like to thank everyone for the regular supply of cigarettes. The old D. W. & W. is second to no one.
Thanks again, and all the best that can be had for Christmas, and may the New Year be a prosperous one for all.
It’s good to see Fred Sharpe back on the job. Fred has been on the sick list for the past three months.
We are sorry to hear that Pte. Jack Grieg has been wounded in action in Italy. It is not known as yet to what extent he was wounded, but we sincerely hope it isn’t serious.
Sorry I’m so late in doing this but I thought I’d like to drop you a line telling you how much I appreciated your Christmas gift. It was really wonderful to know that at Christmas time all those at home were thinking about the rest of us no matter where we were.
I enjoy the mill paper very much, in fact the boys in the hospital do too, and after seeing some of the shots your photographer has taken. I used to get teased about coming from such a small town, but not any more, I pass the paper on to them and they have also seen our ship, so Hespeler is the “Biggest Little Town in Canada” now.
We had a very nice Christmas down here. As usual the officers served us our Christmas dinner which included soup, turkey and all the trimmings even to a glass of beer. The hospital was all decorated. Each ward had their own Christmas tree and on Christmas morning Santa Claus came to see them and deliver his gifts. Everyone did have a good time and kept that blue homesick feeling away. Here’s hoping I get back to leave this summer. I haven’t been home in warm weather yet, so when I do I’ll be down to visit you all at the mill.
W3526 L/W Pauline Dugmore,
H.M.C.S. Stadacona,
Halifax, N.S.