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Letter Reference | Olive Schreiner BC16/Box11/Fold1/Dated/37 |
Archive | University of Cape Town, Manuscripts & Archives, Cape Town |
Epistolary Type | Letter |
Letter Date | Tuesday 29 August 1915 |
Address From | Llandrindod Wells, Wales |
Address To | |
Who To | William Philip ('Will') Schreiner |
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Legend |
The Project is grateful to Manuscripts and Archives, University of Cape Town, for kindly allowing us to transcribe this Olive Schreiner letter, which is part of its Manuscripts and Archives Collections. The date has been written on this letter in an unknown hand.
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Llandrindodd Wells
2 Tuesday
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4 Dear Old Man,
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6 Tomorrow will be your birthday. I’m so glad you’ve at least one of
7your children to be near you, & make it bright. Long may he be near
8you!
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10 I hope the weathers better with you than here. The mist & damp are
11about as bad as anything I’ve known even in England. Mrs
12Baerlein’s son was here on Sunday & left on Monday to go at once to
13France, where his other brother has been fighting since the beginning
14of the war. This one was in Egypt & Serbia & Galipoli & got
15appendicitis there & was operated on. I doubt whether he’s really
16well enough to go back to the front. I’ve just got a letter from old
17John Brown. He says they’ve had 8000 Australians & Newzealanders
18there. He says they painted the streets red lying about drunk by
19scores. One officer had his photograph taken in Adderley Street, in
20the open street, with his arm round a coloured prostitutes waist!! I
21hope our Cape men are different when they get away from home!
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23 I’ll be so glad if you can help to find the work for Gladys Cawood,
24dear. I wish I was in London that I could be a little help to her. I
25am trying get rooms there & shall return this ^next^ month some time as
26my chest is getting worse & worse here. I might get better in the
27drier air of London.
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29 Good bye, dear old man. I hope you will never have another year of
30such anxiety about your dear ones as this has been.
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32 Olive
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34 Did I tell you I saw the Aura Borealis the other night. I got up at
35three o’clock to get breath, & saw the whole northern sky light up
36with the most wonderful streams of light like dozens of search lights
37shooting upward to the middle of the sky.
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2 Tuesday
3
4 Dear Old Man,
5
6 Tomorrow will be your birthday. I’m so glad you’ve at least one of
7your children to be near you, & make it bright. Long may he be near
8you!
9
10 I hope the weathers better with you than here. The mist & damp are
11about as bad as anything I’ve known even in England. Mrs
12Baerlein’s son was here on Sunday & left on Monday to go at once to
13France, where his other brother has been fighting since the beginning
14of the war. This one was in Egypt & Serbia & Galipoli & got
15appendicitis there & was operated on. I doubt whether he’s really
16well enough to go back to the front. I’ve just got a letter from old
17John Brown. He says they’ve had 8000 Australians & Newzealanders
18there. He says they painted the streets red lying about drunk by
19scores. One officer had his photograph taken in Adderley Street, in
20the open street, with his arm round a coloured prostitutes waist!! I
21hope our Cape men are different when they get away from home!
22
23 I’ll be so glad if you can help to find the work for Gladys Cawood,
24dear. I wish I was in London that I could be a little help to her. I
25am trying get rooms there & shall return this ^next^ month some time as
26my chest is getting worse & worse here. I might get better in the
27drier air of London.
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29 Good bye, dear old man. I hope you will never have another year of
30such anxiety about your dear ones as this has been.
31
32 Olive
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34 Did I tell you I saw the Aura Borealis the other night. I got up at
35three o’clock to get breath, & saw the whole northern sky light up
36with the most wonderful streams of light like dozens of search lights
37shooting upward to the middle of the sky.
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