Old Captain Beatty was talking through his hat about X-ray dangers …

1918 Xray equipment                   ( here being used for a dog) :    Collection: OHA 80: Reeve Photograph Collection National Museum of Health and Medicine, Otis Historical Archives 

10th May 1918    HMB

My dearest Mother

I’m glad to hear that you’ve got back safely and hope your teeth are all right now. I hope Mr Colyer didn’t give you a rotten time.

It was awfully thrilling about the gold coins found at “the Elms” I chuckle to think how the Youngs would curse!!

I don’t know if I told you that Colonel Grant-Thorold came up to call on me Tuesday afternoon last week: I was very busy and could only see him for a few minutes and he asked me to go down to dinner with him at the Hotel de la Poste the next day, Wednesday. I went down and had a pleasant time: he was most interesting to talk to and we had an excellent dinner and Pol Roger (champagne) and then we sat and had coffee and liquers in the lounge and he walked down with me to the train and saw me in. He was waiting for a new job at Rouen – not a job AT Rouen necessarily – he me be here yet for all I know. I enjoyed his conversation but it was most difficult to hear what he said as he talks very softly.

Is little Mrs Baron staying long at Merton Lodge or is it a flying visit? Tim isn’t coming back here at all which is beastly. Her brother isn’t any better and she feels he leans on her so tremendously and anyway she is very busy trying to get him out, and can desert him. I think she is right though it is rotten for her, and for me, and she is a great loss to the hospital.

Would you please send me a p.o. for £1 as there is a topping little sketch in oils of the river with Bonsecours in the distance which I’m going to buy off Miss Hunter. I had dinner with her on Wednesday night. She is probably going home very soon.

My dear, old Captain Beatty was talking through his hat about X-ray dangers: it is quite unkown to have eye-trouble. Nearly all our X-ray work is done in the day-light. We only do screen work twice a week for an hour and then I’m well protected behind a thick lead glass screen.

What luck your having had a raidlet: they always leave me in peace and I have no sport.

Please tell M that No.3, that she asked for, is here so I’m afraid I can’t lend it to her. Has my bike’s guts turned up yet? I hope so. If it didn’t come in time to send to Lieutenant Vanderwegen keep it till I can send you another address. Will you look out my most respectable panama hat, with a black velvet ribbon on,  and roll it up and send it off to me please.

We have been awfully busy lately: we had two convoys in last week: I asked to be allowed to receive one of them and was called at 3:30am and had a hectic four hours receiving stretcher cases, putting them to bed, and redoing dressings that had slipped and so forth. I enjoyed it mightily quand meme.

We had a troupe of Belgian players about 10 days ago: they were quite good: they were the same people who played in London at the Criterion Theatre: Libeau is the chief. They played “Le Marriage de Mlle Beulemans”  that classic of Belgian life so piquant to any who know the Belgians well, and “Ce Bon M Zoeterbeck” also very amusing but whose wit is less fine and subtle than the other piece. It was a great treat and we enjoyed them immensely. I had a go of flu last week quite mild: thank goodness it is all right now. Everyone is having it Doctors, nurses and patients alike. But now my hay fever is starting.

I am very busy in the garden: the Darwin tulips are out and look lovely, under planted with forget me not and with a border of double white arabis. The garden is full of yellow and red wallflowers and the pansies are lovely, aubretia, honesty and doronicums make the place quite gay, and my little sweet peas are flourishing.

I must dry up now and go to bed.

Best love to you all

Your loving Dorothy


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Mrs T

Beyond the day job, and the garden, I love to delve into local and family history. While pursuing one project other snippets frequently distract me, resulting in the eclectic mix of tales from the past found here.

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