WW II Letters Home – Marsh / Robinson Family
From: Pte. A.L. Robinson
A4509
No. 1 C.D.I.R.U., R.C.R. Coy
Canadian Army Overseas
To: Mrs. Clarence Marsh (Margaret)
Date of letter: May 2, 1942
Envelope
| Canadian Army Overseas
Postmark: Canadian Infantry Holding Unit, Orderly Room Field Post Office 248, May 3, 1942 To: Mrs. Clarence Marsh, Dresden, Ontario, Canada
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Saturday, May 2, 1942
Dear Sister,
A few more lines to let you know that I am still thinking of you. Well, I have been away on seven days leave in Edinburgh, Scotland and I had a most wonderful time. I was all through the Holyrood Palace and saw the beds that Queen Mary of the Scots slept in and also King Charles bed and some of his old armour, and some of his rifles, and a lot of interesting things. I was also through Edinburgh Castle and saw the large War Memorials to the Scottish Regiments in the last war. There are many interesting things. I also met someone that made me think of you. She is no taller than yourself, if she is as tall, and her name is Miss Margaret Wanless and she is nice. So, I may be going back to Edinburgh on my next leave. We get seven days every three months.
You will have to tell Mrs. Autry across the road that I have got the bunk next to her husband. He was showing me some pictures this morning of her and the little girl and also some pictures of different spots around Dresden. Well, I suppose the men are busy every day now. Have you been doing any fishing much yet and have you seen anything of Dad lately? Ask Olive how her Bill L. is getting along and tell Helen to stay away from Buster W. and also tell her to try and dig up some kind of a picture of herself as I haven’t got one of her. I have one of Olive and you that was taken at Wonderland last summer but not one of Helen. I will try and send you some that I had taken in Scotland soon especially one of the little woman. Well, I can’t think of any more to write now so will close, hoping to hear from you soon.
Love, Allan
Tell Clarence that he had better get a pig and start fattening him up for when I get back and tell Roy to get away from the table for he has had enough of that roast chicken and pumpkin pie and dill pickles.
