2 June, 1944
Dear Uncle Norman,
I received your letter last week—and Uncle Ray brought the things you sent me—stockings and writing paper. Thank you so much Uncle. I certainly needed both of them. Yes, Uncle Ray came about two weeks ago—we went over to the Club and talked quite a while—had some beer and sandwiches. He surely does know more of what is going on at home now than most of us over here. He was going back to Manchester for the night if he couldn’t find a room in town. I haven’t seen him since, so apparently he shipped out again. We were talking to a Merchant Marine crewman coming home on the train last night and he said it was very hot in N.Y. Well, last week we had about 3 extremely hot days, really hot too—it seemed as though we could scarcely breath [sic]. It was very nice though—we had all the doors open to the wards and the pts. sat out in the sun most of the day trying to get a tan so they could boast that unbelievable as it may seem they actually got a tan in England. It was too warm to go cycling so we just sat around complaining about the hot weather. We humans are just never satisfied are we? This last week has been very rainy all day and everyday—we haven’t been able to get out cycling or doing very much of anything.
Yesterday we did tramp over to Liverpool—got out to the bus stop here and we were told by about six different people that the buses were on strike and we would have to walk—well, eventually and ambulance came along and we got a lift right to the station. It was a wet miserable day but we enjoyed ourselves—took a cab ride around the city and the driver pointed out the places of interest—you can see so much more of a city that way I think. We had only been seeing the dirty part of it where the huge statue of Queen Victoria is—our PX is nearby so we really hadn’t walked very far on our quick trips into town. We also stopped down at the docks and watched the ferry boats—of course we couldn’t go where the big ships are but at least we saw sea gulls and felt the salt breeze. We also went into the new Cathedral—it certainly is huge but it is so new it doesn’t have the atmosphere that the ancient ones have. Several weeks ago we visited Blackpool—had a marvellous [sic] time too—went into the tower—saw the acquarium [sic] and zoo—spent the p.m. riding along the beach in an old hansom—the horse had to eat so we visited a park & watched the people bowling on the green for some time, then we finished our ride—there surely are some beautiful homes along the shore. We had some silly pictures taken along the promenade then we also had our palms read—it was all great fun!
Reminded me of Coney Island and Revere Beach. I haven’t heard from home for almost two or three weeks now. Would like to know how Kenny is making out in Md. Received a letter from Arthur to-day—he is in New Guiani (sp) now and he says it certainly is awful! The countryside is very beautifulnow—the hawthorne trees are in full bloom and the rhododenrums [sic] bushes are just masses of bloom and they grow just everywhere. It surely is a lovely country. I am going up to see Grandma this week—we have been getting a day off a week this last month.
Well, must go back to work. Write again soon. Are you working hard?
Yes—Uncle I did receive the things you sent me for Xmas. I am so sorry—I hadn’t thought to thank you—indeed the slip just fit and it being the only gay one with lace on it I only wear it on special occasions—it surely does raise my morale to put something on with lace around it and that is the only thing I have that is at all luxurious. Thank you again Uncle—sorry I didn’t mention it before. I haven’t seen Priss or Burnsie. Burnsie did call me one day—neither of them are working, just having training programs—lucky kids!
Recommended CitationLaPalme, Marjorie, "Letter Written by Marjorie LaPalme to Norman Pendlebury, dated June 2, 1944" (1944). LaPalme, Marjorie. Paper 14.