Cherry Tree Farm

Blyford

Friday Morn

 

My dearest old darling,

 

I’ve just got back from Halesworth, whence I walked to send you the telegram Mr Larter had started when I received your letter & when I spoke to her about it, she said the ‘boy could take’ it between 11 & 12 – well that meant 1 oclock at Halesworth so I hurried up & walked here myself. It was dreadfully hot & I feel a bit tired.

However, I’m glad I went myself, the boy was asleep, & her children were out, so I knew he would not be contaminated by them. Since you have been absent I’ve never once except this morning, left him. He has been with me at meals, & in fact has not been out of my arms, I might say.

Well dear, old man, are you surprised at my decision not to come on Saturday. You see I argued this way. Mrs L asked me when I was going as she had had an application for the rooms. Glad of the opportunity I answered as you instructed me; upon which she said she hoped I wouldn’t hurry away, as she could just as well keep them waiting, as they her. This being the case. I thought it would be 8/5 ½ needlessly spent, as in two more days I should be home for good; and jolly glad, too. I miss you most in the evening about 7 I begin to feel dreadful – in fact a good blowing up (from you only) would be almost welcome. I don’t like that Larter woman, she tries to put on a pleasant exterior, but she doesn’t always succeed.

Last night again, he said would I like to go for a drive - & she said ‘we couldn’t go tonight, the pony had had a hard day’ to which he assented. Perhaps it was true, for one of their horses got stuck in the river but still – you know.

I wish you could come down I judge by your letter that you cannot get leave. Couldn’t you come even on Monday night. If you cannot come & fetch us, we shall come on the Wednesday by the 3.37 train (that is right, isn’t it) or do you think an earlier one? When you send, please don’t forget to send key of hamper, or I cannot lock it. It will come in a letter all right, if you wrap it up in a piece of blotting paper.

Did you read the Brentford letters fancy they are going away. I wonder how many hrs they waited for me. I am rather surprised at my mother asking such a thing – I did not pay any attention to Winnie, but my mother.

I, Georgina E. M. J. Hockley, voluntarily & of my own free will, agree to relinquish all & every claim against my husband, Arthur Hockley, for maintenance, housing, clothing, 7 anything whatsoever; & I hereby further agree not to molest, annoy or do anything whatever to whoch he can take objection, & that on account of my being gully able to earn my own living, & in order to be fully & entirely free of my husband.

Dated this 14^th day of May 1894

½ a letter only here – sorry L

 

……..who generally in the end got sent to bed, where old Win, faithful little ally used to bring her sweets & books.

I want to impress upon you this. That I am not forced to write this letter – I can choose another course if I will – but , - I have told you.

Now farewell (Win – Lycidas dead, dead ere his prime!) a long farewell goodbye! Good bye!

Georgie Hockley

Envelope dated August 1895

Posted from Boston

 

Mr Hockley

Bobbing

Nr Sittingbourne

Kent

 

Dear Arthur

I will see alone if you wish if you will find the house over cut the bridge left hand side from the Station against the hill

 Your affection

Mother F Hockley

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Envelope dated May 24 1895 posted from Sittingbourne

 

A Hockley Esq

44 Eleanor Road

Romford Road

Stratford

London E

 

Friday

8.30am

 

My dearest Old Man, 

Just me: ‘schoolmiss’ bless but no letter – did you not get one from me last Monday night – I posted at 9 in the morning – Are you ill? – in great suspense – perhaps you are coming tomorrow? Please write at once. Artie all right. Fondest love

Georgie

Bobbing

Friday

My dearest old man,

Yours just to hand – Of course come on Saturday, we shall be thankful to see you – I only thought Sunday because I was afraid it would be too much to expect you on Saturday. Artie is no better, his other ear is coming bad, & though he is very good, & in more ways than one, you have reason to be proud of his sense & presence of mind, yet if you only know how ill it makes me to stand & bathe his poor ear & how I worry over it night & day, I’m sure you would be really sorry. The people have been so kind, when they knew the girl had gone off, several of the mothers send word to say, if their little girls were of any use, I was to make them do the work which I thought very nice. If I’m able to meet you I shall be at the station but if not there come right on – you’ll have to drive – there is no one I could send at present – all so busy fruiting. You must not be annoyed dear, but I had bespoken last week a fowl & put it off so I don’t like to again but shall have it ready for Saturday, not Sunday, plain joint then.

Fondest love from both

Georgie

Great haste.

Please bring a few very small staples for arties coal truck, the wheel comes out. Arties message.