Wednesday, 25 January 2012


Hainault School
Chigwell Row
20.11.94

My darling Old – horror!

The enclosed came this morning.

We are all right – no burglars nor nothink – only just a little dull in the evening. Artie is most angelic - was so good yesterday that I began to fancy he was not going to live.
A bed time he announced his intention to wait supper for “my father” so I persuaded him you must have lost your train. This morning before he came down he called out “Has my father gone? He didn’t say goodbye to me”
See how you live in our memories!!
I don’t think you’d better bring any meat – there seems to be plenty ; though if you come to dinner on Saturday something will be necessary then.
Hope you were able to propitiate the landlady to your mutual satisfaction.

Fondest love from Artie & the poor White Slave

Tea                                       )
Coffee                                  )
Butter                                  )
Salt                                       )              I do not know whether you want
Rice                                      )              to order tomorrow for Saturday.
Soda                                     )              Of course all are most absolute
Currants                              )              necessities.
Candied Peel                      )              If you’d rather not bother.
Suet                                      )                                                                             
Meat                                    )

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And so – another word that I’ve never stumbled over before:

pro·pi·ti·ate
/prəˈpɪʃ iˌeɪt/ Show Spelled[pruh-pish-ee-eyt] Show IPA
verb (used with object) -at·ed, -at·ing.
to make favorably inclined; appease; conciliate.

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