Letter 51: July 8, 1943
From Dorothy Newsham
This letter was returned with Fred's personal belongings
Jansen,
Sask
July
8, 1943
Dear
Fred
I’m sorry I didn’t write sooner but
with school ending & me wondering how to pass my holidays I haven’t had much time, and so I haven’t written any
letters. Right now I find myself in Jansen, staying with Eleanor, and oh is it
hot. Does this country ever go from one extreme to the other. Last night it did
a lot of thundering and lightning, but didn’t cool it off any.
I received your telegram okay Fred
and thanks a lot I was very glad to hear that you got the parcel.
Since I wrote to you last I’ve been
to three shows, “The Ball of Fire”, “Hello Frisco Hello” that’s a swell show, I
forget the other one, four dances, one in Borden, North Battleford, Radisson
and Saskatoon.
The weekend of June 26 I went to
Breda to stay with Nel. Went up Friday night on the train. We didn’t have
anything to do so went to a schoolhouse dance. We stayed about half an hour.
You can imagine what it was like, with the lamps just about out etc. So we went
home and looked at snaps. Saturday at noon we took the bus into North
Battleford, did a little shopping, went to a show and to a dance at night. Nel
goes with an RAF boy she really has it bad.
I taught until the 29th.
The kids gave me a grand Adrienne Sat, powder, rouge and lipstick. We had sort
of a picnic the last day of school. I had to rush home & pack my clothes
and ride my bicycle to town and be ready to play softball at eight o’clock. You
should have seen the dust fly. We played softball against Fielding and we won
14-0. The next night we practised again so we would be in trim for July 1st.
July 1st was the big
Sports Day in Radisson. Everything was just grand. We girls played three
softball games and lost one. Altogether we made $13. We had a couple of
Saskatoon players playing with us. The old timers (baseball) from Radisson and
from Maymont had a game gee it was fun to see them try to run and catch a ball.
Of course there was a dance at
night, crowded as usual, but all Sports Day dances that way?
The next day I boards the train, I’m
on my way to Saskatoon to go to Summer School. I gets into the city, meets
Eleanor and we talk things over. We decide to get a job with the Massey Harris
in Toronto. We get a letter back telling us that school teachers are FROZEN and
we could take other job for summer months or should I say holiday months only.
Honestly Fred you won’t know how we felt disliking our profession so much and
when we did decide to get out, we can’t. I’m afraid there will be quite a
little trouble over it. Did Eleanor and I ever get teased , the frozen
schoolteachers.
Anyway on Friday afternoon we go to
a show, then at ten o’clock we see Eleanor’s boyfriend off, he went back to
Victoria, then we went to the Cavern and had a little fun. Two twirps from
Winnipeg (A.F.) monopolized us for the greater part of the evening. We were (El
and I) two orphans, our home was in Toronto and we lived at the Y.W. They
wanted to see us home but we said it was too far (We were staying at the
Senator, right across from the Cavern. I guess they finally gave up hope as
they had to be in early. The next day I came home with Eleanor. At night her
brother in law took us out to Dafoe Airport, gosh that seems a lonesome place.
Since being here we have done a lot
of visiting. We are planning on going down to Watrous for the weekend.
Eleanor’s dad built a new house, wo we have spent most of our time painting
(outside). I really looks nice too.
Now that we are frozen, El and I may
take a trip somewhere, so don’t be surprised if I’m at either the West or East
coast when I next write to you. That reminds me, you can either address my
letters from now on to Radisson or Lucky Lake, It doesn’t really matter because
I don’t know where I will be next year.
Well Fred I will have to close now
as I can’t think of anything else to say. But before I send it away I will try
and scrape up a few jokes.
How is flying these days? I hope
everything is running smoothly with you and that you are well.
I’ll close now as always
With Love
Dorothy
One
day a lady went into get her photograph taken. With the others she had never
had any luck, so the photographer told her to say “Twig” just as he snapped the
picture. You see that word would make her lips curl up, sort of a smile. Well
by the time the photographer was ready the lady couldn’t remember the word so
she said “Bush”
Did
you hear about the little moron that cut off his legs so he could bum around.
11pm
We just got back from a neighbor’s place. They made some ice cream and was it
good.
Eleanor
says that she would like to send along her love but she’s afraid it would be
censored so it will have to be “Hello” and good luck to you (Eleanor)
Goodnight
once again Love Dot
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