November 3rd, 1943

Dear Mom and Dad,

Well Mom I am very sorry I haven’t answered your letters sooner I have two from you, two from Dad and one from Bin and non from Marg. I feel awful. Mt neck is sore the same as I had on my arm, you don’t have to worry about it though, I am taking needles for it. I got two yesterday. The same kind as you get when you first join up, remember how I felt that night I come when I first got the needles. I get two every week until Dec 20 and the dose gets bigger every week yesterday it was only 5.5% the last two are 50.50% and the way I feel I know I can hardly lift the pen what will I feel like when I get the others. I could have went to the hospital but I get so lonesome and don’t feel right.

My hopes are still high on the furlough there is one more guy then it is a toss between Waugh and I but I don’t care because we will both be home for a week together no matter who goes first.

What is wrong with Marg she don’t write any more is she mad at me. I sure would love to see you both and the rest to. Tell Dad I got sweetipies picture all right. I am glad you are up and around again, but I wish you would let me know when you are not feeling good. Well I didn’t get the $10.00 but it may turn up sometime though. I hope so. And if you have any spare $1.00 laying around I could use it.

I am sure looking forward to seeing Big Ted and the rest of you guys.

You don’t have to worry about me when I do go over because I want to go. I am not like some of the guys just like one that just landed. But don’t say anything to anybody.

Jes <jeeze?> the war sure does look better I don’t think it can last much longer.

I guess you know about me not in the kitchen any more. It was a swell job but I don’t care.

Glad to hear Percy is home. Tell him I was asking about him. I’ll bet her is a real soldier now, what kind of patch has he got.

Tell Daddy we will celebrate his birthday when I get home.

Well that is all for tonight. Will write soon.

Lots of love,


PS: See why Marg doesn’t write.

June 24th, 1943

June 24th, 1943

Dear Mom + Dad,

Well Mom I just got two letters from you to-day and was I glad, so I will answer them all right away. Well I got your money okay and I really needed it. I hope they catch the guy that broke into Sweetipie’s school, that was a dirty trick. I guess they just did it for fun.

Well I will start to answer your other letter. I don’t feel too bad now except my head is still aching, it’s been sore ever since I came here

I don’t remember getting any cigs but I got the $5 on Monday the 21st and you sent it on the 5th didn’t you?

Lucky Demps to be home but it’s a helluva place to spend his furlough in the isolation hospital.

No, I haven’t got  a dress  uniform. I don’t like them very much anyways, they are very hot.

I seen Ted on Monday, he hasn’t got a letter  from home in a long time. I get a pass on Friday night so I am going to meet him downtown and we are going to paint it red with the five you sent me.

I didn’t get the snaps yet of Marg, I hope they soon come because I forgetwhat she looks like. It won’t be long now until the huckleberries are ripe, then boy will I ever eat.

Don’t send the $20 until I find out if I will be coming home, that will be the 5th of July.

Well I will drop a line to Daddy now.

Hello Pop,

Well I will wait and see if I get my furlough. I’ll wait until August but I don’t think I can wait any longer. I’ve been doing everything the right way so far so I guess I have a good chance of getting it. Well, I’ll sign off for now.

Lots of love and luck to the best mother and father in the world.

Here’s 5 cents for Sweetipie.

March 5th, 1943

March 5th, 1943

Dear Mom + Dad

Well I got your letter at noon to-day and this is the first chance I’ve had to answer. It’s now 7:30. I just got through with washing my shirts, socks, underwear, and towels.

I ain’t going to write very much just wanted to tell yous I may be home to-morrow at 4 o’clock so be looking for me and go and tell Marg.

See yous all to-morrow I hope.

Your Son.

March 5

March 1st, 1943

March 1st, 1943

Dear Mom + Dad

Just a few lines to let yous know I’m okay and hope yous are all the same. There is a lot of talk about getting our passes [1] on Wed night so you can send me a bit of change.

Well I haven’t any more time, I have to go now. I’ll write a longer letter to-morrow so long for now.

The East Kid
Major Gordon.


[1- Shannan Note: I suspect when Gord mentions passes, he’s talking about tickets home for a furlough…The tickets in the picture above were just one old treasure from an old sweets box full of bits a pieces that he had either brought with him, or sent home.

Also, I am working on getting all of Gord’s details down in one place. After 3 days of photo, paper, and document sorting, I have amassed a great little collection of details for much of his family, and some newly discovered details on Gord as well. More details on these little life maps coming soon.]

February 28th, 1943 – Coat Hangers…

February 28th, 1943 – Brampton

Dear Mom, Dad,

Just a line to let yous know I got back okay. Boy am I getting it easy this morning, my boy friends and I had to sweep and scrub the orderly room. It took us about an hour and now we’re through for the day but still C.B. if we weren’t I’d get home but I’ll stay and catch up with my sleep and writing and washing. It’s pretty hard to write here there is 2 guys playing the pianos it sounds alright to.

Don’t forget to send the box because I’ll be looking for it and send me a couple of coat hangers that’s what I need the most.

Well I can’t think of much more to say so good-bye for now, see yous all soon. Will write to-morrow.

Lots of Love,
Your Son,


[Shannan note – The photo above is the whole gang – brothers Gerald (Pork), Ray, Gord, and dad Edward… Also, no blog post tomorrow, I’ve got a full day of family ahead. The Oakwood Kid will be back on Monday – see you then! 🙂 ]


February 13th & 14th, 1943 – No sweeter Valentine…

[Shannan note – Mixed in here and  there among the letters is the odd telegram. These were such an wonderful find for a girl that has had the internet around for about half of her life (I know, I’m dating myself here…) but has a love for “the good ol’ days”. A double post today because the telegram is brief…special, but brief. I mentioned in an earlier post that it really sounds like Gord just adored his mom, and this just helps confirm that. The photo is Gord’s mom, Amy, pulled from the collection of photos I inherited from my Aunt, date unknown.]


February 13th, 1943


February 14th, 1943

Dear Mom + Dad,

Just a line to let yous know that I am still okay and having a swell time except it’s awful cold, 10 below last night, about 6 today. We just got thru with supper and the meals are pretty good. I’ve got four boy friends, pretty swell guys. We went down town last night at 7 o’clock and by 10 minutes after we had walked through the whole town 6 times. They have a club there for soldiers and it’s pretty big, and they let the girls go in they can either dance or go to a show, smoke, read and play games. We sleep in till 7 o’clock on Sun, go to church, and then we’re thru for the day. I did all my washing to-day. Did you get my Valentines Greetings yesterday? A card wouldn’t of got there quick enough so I sent it instead. If you have lots of cigarettes don’t be afraid to send them because they’re the only things you run out of down here. My teeth are starting to bother me so going to go to the dentist to-morrow to get them all fixed up and by the time there all fixed up I’ll be home, about March 5th I hope.

It’s a very nice camp here, hot water all the time. Showers, washing machine, the only thing they haven’t got is a radio but they will soon have one of those.

Is Marg being a good girl? Will you ask Marg to ask Gladys, Eddy’s and Kirk’s address so I can send them a line.

Tell Bin that Mr. Price the school teacher is down over here – a first lieutenant (not bad).

Well I can’t think of anything else to say so for now so long.

Your son,
The East End Kid

Don’t forget to write and send the cigs.

January 12th 1943 – Pictures on the train…

January 12th 1943 – Halifax N.S.

Dear Mom & Dad.

Well Mom I got back okay except I could have stayed home until Sat. morning till 9:15am that’s what time the other fellow left and I met him in Montreal about 6 o’clock Sat. night.

Are we having some time here it has snowed all day and it’s still snowing and it is now 6 P.M.

Well how is everybody getting along, I am okay. I got my needle and I don’t feel to bad. I got two letters that you wrote before I came home, one had two dollars in it and I needed it. I got into camp 12:30 P.M. Sun night with $2.50 and we got paid Mon $3.00. I got some pictures on the train and I will send a couple in every letter.

FLASH Good news just came in that all active men are C.B. [1] I am hoping and praying.

Well I can’t think of anything else except write soon.

Lots of Love
The East End Kid

1. Shannan note – I have found conflicting things on what CB means in terms of military speak, but i believe it’s either “Called Back” or “Confined to Barracks”, both of which would make sense in this context.