Letter from George Judd to Mrs Bint

Letter from George Judd to Mrs Bint

Writes from RAF Portreath in Cornwall. Mentions he had not heard from them for a long time and wondered how they all were and comments on the good times he had with them. Writes that he has a nice car that he bought from his father and that he as aircrew was able to get petrol for it. States he cannot tell them much about his job and described his daily activity.

1942-09-25

Envelope and four handwritten sheets

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EXAMINER 5624

[postmark Camborne Redruth 25 Sep 1942] [postage stamp]

R. Cecil Birt Esq.,
194 Queen Street North
Kitchener
Ontario
[underlined] CANADA [/underlined]

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OPENED BY

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OFFICERS’ MESS,
ROYAL AIR FORCE,
PORTREATH,
REDRUTH.
CORNWALL.

Dear Mr Birt,

It seems an awfully long time since I last wrote to you or you to me. But I often wonder how you all are and what the new home is like. Wish I could come and be a nuisance to you again! I used to enjoy those quiet week ends

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in London a great deal. Do you remember how dashed untidy the house looked just before I left, with all my kit scattered everywhere? I’m blessed if I know how you managed to put up with it!

I have rather a nice car now, a fourteen-six, quite large for England. I am going to take a photograph of it and send to you, I think.

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I bought it off my father, as a matter of fact, as it was too large for him under present conditions. But, I am lucky, I belong to one of the few branches of the armed forces which gives a little petrol for joy riding, that is, op. aircrew. I should like to tell you all about my

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job, but of course I am not able to.

I am feeling rather sleepy having eaten a very large lunch. Have just lighted a cigarette, that’s better, after lunch the flight commander and I invested “half a dollar” each in a fruit machine and won the jack pot of about ten shillings.

Am going to do a little work now as am feeling sleepy again.

Love to all,

Yours,

[underlined] George [/underlined]