Vietnam Letters #10

Postmark 12th January, 1970

25 Blacket St
Downer
ACT, 2602

(Sun afternoon) 11-1-70

To my Darling Husband Jock,

Well here it is a very wet Sunday, it started to rain just after we got back from Mass this morning.  I have been feeling a bit better today, although I wasn’t feeling the best in Mass this morning and had to sit down most of the time. I drove over to Mass this morning and dash me if the car didn’t stall when I stopped to let some cars go past at Antill St. It stalled just as I was halfway across the road and there were cars everwhere. But after a few Kangaroo hops I got going again. I felt a terrible fool. Then when I came back I decided to drive around a bit for some practice. Then dash me if I didn’t go and turn down the wrong way of a one way street. I don’t think I will ever make a driver, the sooner my Shoafer comes back the better.

I am sitting here drinking a shandy at the moment. I found that before when we were having a drink for Christmas and I wasn’t feeling the best, it seemed to make me feel a bit better. But don’t think that I am making a habit of it though as it is the first one I have had for a week. I don’t think I told you what John and Mary gave us for Christmas. They gave John and Michael a truck each with chickens and ducks in the back of it and Brian got a duck that you push along and it quacks and flaps it’s wings, but it is broken now, and they gave me a crockery cat with a themometor on it, but it had it’s head broken off the other day, one of the boys got hold of it. But Mum glued it back on and you would hardly know that it had been broken now. Mum and Dad gave me some Avon talcum powder and soap and a bottle of perfume, but half the perfume is gone now as Brian got it yesterday morning and emptied half of it in the bedroom. Now everytime you walk into the bedroom you nearly get suffercated with the smell of it, as it is a very strong one and only a little is needed at a time.

Everyone that heard that Mum and Dad were going away and that I was going to be here on my own has said that they would come and see me, but I really hope they don’t as I don’t feel like having visitors and the place is in a mess as I have been too sick to do any housework. Yesterday I felt so sick that I cried. I was thinking yesterday about how once I used to pride myself in the fact that I was a healthy person, but these last few years I seem to be always sick. But anyway I don’t really mind being sick while you are away, as long as I can be fit and healthy when you come home so that I can be a good wife to you.

Gee I miss you Darling. It is just torture without you. I miss you terribly and just long for the day when we are together again. The phone just rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was Aunty Zerephy. She wanted to know if I was going to go out and see her one day and I said that it depended on how I felt. She is getting some visitors tomorrow, Aurthur’s niece and her husband and she said that she would get them to bring her in to see me one day. Everyone seems to think that I am not used to being on my own or something. It gets a bit sickening at times, but then I suppose if no one worried about me I wouldn’t like it either.

I wish you were here with me Darling. Life seems so empty and meaningless without you. I will always need you beside me to comfort me when I need comforting and for me to comfort you when you need me.

Well I must close now my Darling. Hoping this finds you well and not too lonely.

Your ever true and loving wife,

Sandra. xxxxxxxxxx

X  I have kissed this one for you my Dearest.

I am your slave forever my love
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Postmark 13th January, 1970

James Street
Berridale
Tuesday 13th January

Dear Jock,

So pleased to get your letter yesterday and to know that you are OK. We are all pretty good. I haven’t been too good. Had a couple of visits to see Dr. John. He thinks I am tired and need a Sea Voyage. I asked him what he thought I’d go on but after a few tablets I am a bit better. I think all the long rush has been a bit much but things just have to go on.

Our visitor Craig went home yesterday with Kerrod. I think he wore father’s nerves a bit thin. He is a funny boy. Wayne is still at Sandy’s. He and George went to Fryingpan with father today to have a look at the results of the 1080. Kevin Jamieson put some out before or it may have been since Xmas and father has got one of those fumergating gadgets he was anxious to try out. Ron got his shearing done but the wool is still out there and I think Bert may finish today if the bottle didn’t take over yesterday. It’s dreadful now, all the grass seed. I don’t know what will happen to the poor sheep and later will be the danger of fire but we must hope for the best.

We have got the grass pretty well cut around here now. Father did down in front of here and your place. I did around the place and was going to do your yard yesterday but I couldn’t get the mower to go and I discovered I only had one blade so for the time being I left it. I went in to put the boys Xmas tree out Sunday and the place was just full of blow flys. I swept up about three dust pans of the rotten things.

It was a horrible windy day here yesterday but today is not too bad. We had a big wedding here at the week-end. Joan Constance was married to a chap from Woolongong. Abrahams was his name. I think he may be Greek. They had 170 guests at the golf club, the place was packed. Red Cross and GWA did the reception. It was a big job. I did the flower arrangements and a bit of washing up. Was my share. I think we earned what we make though. Then they danced until nearly morning. I came home about eleven. So hope they were satisfied.

Pat and Margaret had a week in Sydney with the McMahons. They came home Sunday. I haven’t seen Margaret yet. She had to go to work at 10.00 yesterday morning. Everywhere seems to have been busy over the Xmas. Nancy was down at the Motel for a couple of days. I guess it’s all $ though. John and Julie are down at the coast with the Old Bavells for a week. Tim and Alma went down to Eden for a few days when they left here. I think he has another weeks holiday yet. Will do him good, poor old fellow. Charlie Turner was buried last week. He has been a sick man for a good while.

Richard James had his first birthday yesterday. He is getting a busy boy, will soon walk and talk I think. I suppose Sandra and the boys are busy looking after the place while Rex and Mum are holidaying. I hope they get along alright coming back but the traffic should be eased a bit by then but it has been terrific since before Xmas.

Have you seen anymore of John G. or Jimmy Crockit?

George got a good pass in his exams. So I suppose finding a job will be his next step if he don’t go back to school. Well Jock, I think I had better finish and do some washing but I wanted to have this written when Nancy comes back from Walgely.

Write again soon. Hope you get along OK.

Lots of love,

From Mother.

Postmark 14th January, 1970

25 Blacket St
Downer
ACT, 2602

13-1-70

To my Dearly Beloved Jock,

Well here I am back again and again I am sorry for not writing yesterday, but as usual I was pretty sick. I rang the Dr. yesterday and told him that I was feeling worse instead of better and he told me to take another urine specimen in to him this morning at 9.45. I was worried as to whether I would be able to manage to get over there if I was feeling too sick this morning, but luckily I was feeling a little bit better and managed to get the boys and myself ready and got over there in time this morning. He gave me some more tablets that he said should help me. They aught to do some good as they cost enough. They were $3.14 for 30 and I have a receipt for 2 more lots, which I hope I won’t need, not at that price anyway.

I have been having a bit of trouble cashing my cheques at the bank here. Apparently I should have had my signature sent down from the Cooma Bank. The first cheque they cashed without question and the next one they asked me if I had had my signature sent down from Cooma and then I had to put my name and address on the back of the cheque, but then to-day they wouldn’t cash it for me without they rang the Cooma bank first and I had to pay for the phone call which was 48c. I think in future if I need any money I will borrow it from Dad but I don’t think that I will need anymore for a while now. I have got an endowment cheque as well too. The fellow who fixed our tape recorder rang today to say that it is ready and it costs $6.40. I will pick it up one day this week, maybe Thursday.

Kerrod and Craig called yesterday morning at about 7.30AM. They were on their way home and your mother sent the photos and a letter with them. Apparently Slim delivered them to her. I will enclose her letter as you may like to read it. I won’t send you the photos just yet (I hope you don’t mind) as I will show them to Jeanette when they come tomorrow.

Michael has got a cold at the moment and is coughing all the time with it.

I hope you do alright in your Subject A course that you are going to do Honey. But somehow I just know that you will. Gee, I miss you Darling, and the boys do too. They often ask me when you will be coming home. The poor little fellows, it’s hard to expect them to understand. They listen for the postman’s whistle every morning almost as hard as I do, and when he comes it’s just one mad rush to see who reaches the letter box first and they get very excited when they find one from you (they know yours by the airmail envelope). They also think it’s great posting your letters. We usually walk down to the post box on the corner and they take it in turns of putting your letters in the box. Sometimes I think of how much you are missing out on, on not being here to enjoy them. Then other times I think how lucky you are not to be here and have to put up with them.

It’s now 4 weeks, 1 day and 2 hours. Oh Darling, I just hate the thought of the months ahead, they will seem like eternities. I love you my Dearest and there will never be any room in my heart for anyone else, as you have got it all, so how could anyone else have any of it?

Well, I must finish up now Sweetheart, hoping this finds you well, and may God be with you always,

Yours forever,

Sandra.

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