August 24th, 1943
Dear Mom and Dad,
Just a few lines to let yous know I am okay and I am sorry I didn’t write sooner and hope you didn’t worry about me. Well, I’m back in A23 again, the place where I first took my training on the Bofars. Waugh and I are back taking a course for 3 weeks. There is 16 of us and we are stuck in a hut full of frogs…French and is it ever awful.
This course is pretty hard but it’s interesting. Where is Ted, do you know if he is still here?
They say we are going to get our furlough after we are through here, I hope so.
Send my mail to the same place because I have to go in and get my pay. I won’t be able to write again until payday so don’t worry about me.
If you have any spare change or stamps could you please send me a bit.
I am sticking this letter in with Waugh’s so you give his to May.
Well that’s all for tonight.
Lots of hugs and kisses
The East End Kid
[Shannan Note: I know things have slowed down a little recently, life has been a special kind of crazy so it’s been tough to keep up with multiple letters a week, but I hope to get things picked back up soon! Thanks for sticking around! In other news, the coolest thing about doing project is when relatives I didn’t even know existed find the blog and reach out. That happened today (Hi Al!) and it totally makes the work worth it. – Shannan]
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Hello…Gord Woodcock was my father. My name is Janice, and I am his youngest.
How are we related?