A collection of letters from Pte Dick Armer to his wife Mabel who he frequently referred to as "Dear old girl". His three children were Billie, Marjorie and Dorothy who was born while he was away. Dick had promised to "write every day" and, with few exceptions, kept his promise. The letters were written during WW1 from Camp Borden in Canada, on the train to Halifax, on board ship to England, from Witley Camp and France. Scroll to the bottom of the entry and click on comments to leave a message
26 Oct 1917 Won't be able to write in the rain
25 Oct 1917 the lonely winter nights
I thought I'd add a photo of Richmond and Dundas Street in 1915, which is about the time Richard joined up. Notice the electric lights on the sidewalk, overhead telephone wires and an electric trolley. No horses in sight. I wonder if that's Mabel on the bike?
24 Oct 1917 He must have looked a pickle
23 Oct 1917 it is the one comfort I have in this world
22 Oct 1917 What a lot has happened since I left Canada
21 Oct 1917 ...fixed up and back again
20 Oct 1917 What did you do in the war Daddy?
19 Nov 1917 when Daddy comes home
18 Oct 1917 What ain't I going to do when I get home
17 Oct 1917 I have more than Germans to fight
16 Oct 1917 He would have made blighty*
* Blighty was the term used to indicate the soldier was going home to England. Blighty was also used to denote a wound or disease of sufficient seriousness to require hospitalization in England. It also could mean a wound of sufficient measure to ensure the soldier would not be returnable to the front.
15 Oct 1917 ...what I went through with my thoughts
14 Oct 1917 ..left a dear one in France
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