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Transcription of Letter
From
Mrs J.R. Derbyshire
62 Friars Avenue
Delapre
Northampton
England
To
Mr John Derbyshire — Bsc.
57, North Perkins Avenue
Elmsford. N.Y.
U.S.A. 10523
Monday Aug. 19th
My dear son,
Got your letter today & a card from Judy. We hadn't heard from you
for 5 weeks & have been
very sad & anxious to know all's well with "Daileys" especially
Tessa. It grieved us
very much to see her go & has left us very lonely. They called in most week-ends & it was lovely having Tessa
occasionally. I see & hear
her every where. She was excited at the thoughts of seeing "Uncle John." Dad is quite convinced he'll never
see them again.
I went to Mu's last week-end — we went to see my
sister
Sally last Monday. She is now a widow nearly blind, but very
pleased to see us. Do you
remember calling when I took you to Liverpool?[1]
Mrs Van rang last week & asked after you & for your
address.
Enid did not get to see us, she went back to Beirut on 15th
but is coming again at Xmas she
says. Your trunk came on Friday. Dad opened it as we thought things might be mouldy if kept in the shed. Ive put all
your books on the shelves,
your papers in your drawers & washed & mended your clothes & put them away. The weather is lovely now,
after thunderstorms &
torrents of rain. On Saturday Fred Allen fetched me to Overstone
Solarium, he is now retired. We had a
lovely day there & talked about old times. Barry never writes to them, his wife in & out of mental hospital,
but Mary doesn't know why. They
live at Portland, Oregon & have 2 lovely boys. Judy mentioned you [ … ] see
Cindia, I thought that was
off!! Glad you're fit &
well, keep up the good work love. We shall certainly look forward to Sept 26th 32nd
wedding anniversary. Did we
have two lovely children? What happened?? Past grievences are forgotten now John & we are happy together (at least
most of the time!!). We are
very well & talk of you all. Please write soon.
Loving you
X X X Mother & Dad X X
Your letters to Judy only arrived last Monday.
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Notes
- In fall of 1966, I guess, when my mother drove me in her car to the lodgings I'd taken in Liverpool. I have no memory of calling on Sally.