My cousin found the letter and sent it to me to keep. I loved seeing my Dad’s handwriting and how his dry sense of humour comes through.
Dad was in North Africa, then drove to Italy. He was in Italy when the war ended. Although he had many tales from the war about his friends and people he met, he didn’t share anything about the horrors of war to me. Dad was 40 when I was born, I was very much Daddy’s girl. He died in 2012 just before his 91st birthday.
The letter is from Dad to his younger sister who had got engaged. Dad hadn’t yet met her fiancé, Fred. Sadly Fred had medical conditions and died young so I never met him.
Gran had asked Dad if he could send anything to help with the wedding. His response that ‘bitter cabbages and macaroni would taste lousy in a wedding cake’ and ‘you can’t send eggs through the post’ made me chuckle.
Dad also mentions other friends and family in the letter.
The photo is of Dad, not sure where it was taken. Dad was from Liverpool and spent his whole life there before and after the war.
