Well, what to do with this tired body now? probably should go for a long walk. I can just feel sleep coming on and I have not even had lunch yet. D went and ran 5 miles this morning before I had finished reading the newspaper. Have to wonder what the problem is here. My check up is coming in a month and I plan to have a long chat with my doc about this and maybe head for the alternative doctor and spend $800 on a delayed allergy reaction blood test. Or maybe I need Carters Little Liver Pills. Remember those ads. I don’t think anything can give me more energy but you never know.
I shut down my computer and started it up again and now have to find the thumb drive with Pats letters on them again. I am transferring everything from two computers onto thumb drives so I have all my files before I shut down those two computers. Drives me crazy. It was so much easier when we did everything on paper. We had tons of paper but at least it was saved for the future. I figure all the pictures will just be deleted one day. I haven’t even had the time to order any pictures from our four months in Ireland. Of course when I do order them and they arrive I will probably get all depressed again. I really miss something about being over there still. Maybe in the winter I would have felt just like this over there but then again I wonder. What was so special? What made being there made me happy? And the big question is Why am I so unhappy being here in my own home? Or is it even that? So much to contemplate.
I have been going back and forth about this A-Z challenge. Doing ancesters is a pretty neat idea. I know something about all of them and they say don’t make the blog entries too long. So I will start with something about a relative every day and then go back to WWII letters. I have all of Aunt Sheila’s letters as well and some fun ones from family members. That should keep me out of trouble for a bit don’t you think?
Now I have to go and find the thumb drive with Pats letters on them and have some lunch. Will finish this after that.
15 Sept 1944
Dear Mother and Dad,
I received one of my boxes yesterday. The one with the peanut butter and honey in it and I was so thrilled. There has been no mail for five days so it was nice to get a parcel and the food was perfect. Lib and I made toast at nite and had the peanut butter and believe me it tasted like something out of this world.
I didn’t get this finished. Yesterday 16 Sept 44’ pm. Lib and I went into R…. and had more fun seeing the town. I am sending you some sweet cards (painted ones) that you can save for me. I have walked under the clock tower in one of them. The city is old and quaint. No sidewalks and market places and side walk cafes. We had some iced sherbet with fresh wild strawberries at one. “Tres bon.” We are stared at wherever we go. People stand in groups and just stare at us and a lot are very friendly.
I was coming out of a shop when I heard someone shouting “Patsy” and it was Ross Pinder ( a friend from Aldershot days.) He is in Belgium now. I was riding through when he saw me. So he drove us home and stayed for dinner.
I bought a few perfumes to bring you home. I am trying to collect a few things. I got some “Worth” “Tahoe” “Lucien Lalong” “Paquin” all those wonderful names you read about in Vogue and Harpers. Wish I could afford a boat load.
We are hoping for Belgium at our next move which shouldn’t be too long away. I shall try to get some lace. Nice eh.
Fr Sweeney had to leave – moved on. His last nite he and I and Lib and Fr O’Leary went to dinner in a small pub. Had the most marvelous time. We started with “aperitifs” then had dinner with dry white wine, then canned pears which Fr S had brought along and had the juice mixed with cognac and it tasted just like cheery brandy. Perfect mixture! Then rum liqueurs with coffee. Fr. S is the best host. I am dying for you all to meet him . You will as soon as we get back. He is coming down for a week-end.
Life is perfect these days. Tomorrow I am going for 48 hrs to our “officers rest club” that will be fun. I am wearing my “blues” for the first time in France. What a thrill! will write all about it. Love P
ANd here is a site about the Clock Tower.