Aldwinckle, Eric, Letter, 2 October 1943

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Description: 
Letter to Harry Somers

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Case Study: 
Creative Dialogue Across the Ocean: Eric Aldwinckle’s Letters to Harry Somers
Creator: 
Aldwinckle, Eric
Source: 
letter
Date: 
2 October 1943
Place: RCAF Headquarters, London
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Contributer: 
McMaster University Libraries
Rights: 
Copyright, public domain: McMaster University owns the rights to the archival copy of the digital image in TIFF format. Reproduced with the kind permission of Margaret Bridgman.

Identifier: 
00001590-5
Language: 
eng
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image
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Transcript: 

Then there was the pilot wiseacre who met his match but had a lot of fun imagining what my studio should be like in peace time. -- Myself with hair grown long, roaming about drunk and surrounded by nude models, finally condensing his fancies into the nickname "Whiskey" which might have given me a bad name to visitors if I had not drunk a lot of lime juice. He always had orangeade himself. Most of them do. They are a very clean living healthy lot, indulging in bad language and good deeds.
Then there was the fourteen year old boy I saw in the hangar the second day, and who was dressed in a perfect miniature battle dress and buttons and wore a Flight Lieutenant's rank. I asked in astonishment if he was the station mascot, and was informed to my greater astonishment that he was Chief Intelligent Officer and one of the best and he was only 32 years old. Well blow me down. Then there was the French Canadian Dispatch rider a motorcycle boy, who had the nerve to ask me if I'd paint a plane on the back of his leather jacket, and would pay me for it! and I did because I liked his honesty and the simplicity of his desire. The speechless pride and joy he exhuded as he watched the emblem exceed his wildest expectations was more than enough reward and somehow I think I was not prostituting my art, for he is now riding his motorcycle about 2 feet above the ground all the time.