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
Collection/Fonds: 
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: 
00001590-6
Language: 
eng
Type: 
image
Format: 
jpg
Transcript: 

Then there was the air raid which looked so fine to the eyes and felt so funny inside because it was night and masculine beams of light poked at clouds and the moon was dimmed by red and green flares floating down so very slowly and standing close to deep ditches we listened to the roar of invisible fighter and bomber playing hide and seek in the yellow flack. The painting will be just pretty if I'm not careful and the problem on canvas is an interesting one, because it's difficult to put into canvas the feeling of awaiting the whine of a bomb that doesn't come. Then there was the day I took off and picked blackberries and snoozed in a haystack.
And the farmer who wanted to know if I would keep the planes and tractors off his piece of ground which wasn't fenced of -- so I did!
Then there was the cook who made the best pastry I've tasted anywhere
And of course the fellow who obliged me by cashing at least half a cheque to help me the week I was leaving, but left before me. However he was in the army.
Oh yes and for a week or ten days my tent was shared with a monstrous bull, dressed up as a Public Relations Officer roaring about for news and photos and who 'at home' was always in discomfort of being too cold, too hot, too dry, too damp or too tired or else finding others too slow too quick, too dumb or too something.