Feb. 21st - 1918
Dear MotherÂ
Back again to this lovely country - I don't think, - well mother dear, I got three of your letters waiting when I got back last night; the 14-1-18. I'm hoping that you got my letters that had been delayed, by this time. I was so glad to get yours anyway. Well, Mother, you will be wanting to know how I spent my time over there. I did manage to see them all this time, and you can guess how glad they were to see me. Hattie, Winnie and Mark were there to meet me, and we took the car up to Pitsmoor. Auntie is looking fine, and I think they do very well even down to getting food. But of course the rationing is a nuisance, as some of them have to line up for some time. But I guess we've all got to get our share while this war lasts, which I don't think will be much longer. Winnie and Kate have some dear little kiddies. It's too bad that Albert should have gone without even seeing Joan. Winnie's husband is expecting to come over soon. He's in Yorkshire at present, and seems to be lucky in the way of leave, so that's not too bad. I haven't seen him yet tho. Aunt Jessie has been rather ill, but was improving when I left. Gramma was still in good health and doing a lot of the housework. I think she is just wonderful. They seem to be able to get all the food they need down there, so I would not worry, Mother. Tea seems to be their scarcest thing and sugar. I often think you are lucky in that way at home, although you'll have worry enough, I know. Our rations over here are still good, so we're not neglected that way, and leave made up in the way of comforts in England. I had to spend my second day in London to draw pay, so you see I saw a little more of it. But I'd sooner be in Sheffield. We had our share of the theatres and the pictures, and Mark had three days at the end of the week, so I got around fine. Well Mother, I'll be making you all rather envious. I'm afraid. But I know it would please you to see them all, but that will have to be when everything's as it used to be, eh? I had Marjie's letter along with yours and I'd a laugh about her fishes. I wonder, did any more fall overboard. Let's hope not. Well mother, I must be closing for this time, so remember me to Aunt Emily, and love to all, from your loving Son,
Frank
