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19 December 1960. Christmas club haul

19 December 1960 My dear Len & Margaret Monday eve. This is really a too busy week for writing.  I have made my Canadian letters rather brief.  I went to town this A.M. I still had a few purchases to do, so took advantage of the dry weather, though there was a shower while I was in town.  I don't find it looks like Christmas in town, business is not over good. I guess the next few days will be a rush. Margaret wants me to go to town on Thursday A.M. but I doubt if I will go. My money is spent so I must stand by now.  I'm not sure if I have told you what I bought with my club books, with my tea cards & in number. I bought 7 lbs. of tea, this I will keep as a standby for some time. For my food store I bought 12 tins of salmon & of crab, 6 large tins of sliced peaches, 3 small ones, 6 large tins of apricots, 6 tins of sardines, 2 tins corned beef, 1 tin chocolate biscuits, 2 jars apricot jam, 2 tins Scottish broth soup. Then after Roselle...

15 August 1960. Kitchen ware envy and the good hair

15 August 1960 My dear Len & Margaret Monday 4.45. The weather did not look too promising this A.M. but the day has turned out fine. Only it's windy but dry & sunshine.  Many thanks for your very nice letter received this A.M. Margaret. Oh yes we had a card from Susan when they went to Blackpool. They seemed to be having a very nice time & no doubt their holiday will have done them good. Well Margaret as you say you miss the children, it's only natural isn't it? You don't say when they will be back, but guess that will be soon. Fancy little Roselle going to school next month. Will it be at the same school as Susan? I guess it is, she will be able to take care of her, because she is too young to go on her own. I quite believe she will like going to school. Oh before I go further Margaret & also before I forget I must say how very sorry I feel about not having mentioned the surprise we were to have when we went to Doreen some time back. I rea...

26 November 1958. Christmas crunch and helpless Dad

26 November 1958 My dear Len and Margaret Here I am this is Wed A.M. + gone 11 'o clock. I am late with this letter this week. If I don't hurry with it there will be no letter for Greenlees this week. I am hoping I am not disturbed this evening. I would have got on yesterday evening, as I generally do, but Father was at the Masonic Temple and as you know Roselle is sleeping at Kay's until Arthur comes back, which is tomorrow. Now Rose would not have me stay alone although I told her it was perfectly all right, that I wanted to get on with my writing & be quiet. This would not do for our lady, so Margaret & Charles had to come with me. They came to tea, of course I could not do any letter writing. I guess you will be surprised when you see the little paper cutting (missing) . I almost thought this fellow would remain a bachelor, but evidently he has come out of his shell. He is not so old as you are Len, is he? As you will see his fiancée is from North Wales...

9 July 1958. T.V. the new thing and engagement festivities

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9 September 1958 My dear Len + Margaret This is Wed. A.M. I will just jot a few lines on this letter, if I don't I may not be able to have it ready for Friday A.M. because lately I have been very much bothered with my writing. My Canadian letters should have been mailed yesterday, but they were not ready. I am trying not to take any chances with this one. Before I go further I want to thank you very much for the box of lovely shortbread I found on an armchair when I returned from St Peters yesterday afternoon, I am very fond of shortbread and so is Doreen. It was most kind of you both to send it. I had not seen this kind before, the ones I have always had were in biscuit form, this one is in cake shape. I opened it for tea, it's very good. Dad was not there so he has not had any yet, he will have some this evening, again many thanks. I also want to thank Len for telephoning on Saturday, but Len you did make a fool of Doreen by pretending it was Uncle Fra...