To Jessie from Harry Redgrave
Title
To Jessie from Harry Redgrave
Description
A letter from Harry Redgrave to his wife Jessie from his RAF station in Scotland. He writes about the poor weather and its effect on the station and flying, an impending Burns' Night supper and his homework.
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Date
1940-01-24
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Language
Format
Two handwritten sheets with envelope
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Identifier
ERedgraveHCRedgraveJMXXXX24-0001,
ERedgraveHCRedgraveJMXXXX24-0002, ERedgraveHCRedgraveJM391230-0001
ERedgraveHCRedgraveJMXXXX24-0002, ERedgraveHCRedgraveJM391230-0001
Transcription
Redbrae
Monkton
Prestwick
Ayrshire
Wed 24th
My Dear Jessie,
Well now the thaws [sic] set in you will be able to be warm again and I hope it does not bring to light any burst pipes. It was simply amazing here, last night the snow was thick and it was freezing hard and yet this morning almost all the snow had gone. By this evening everything is under water and the streams are full almost to overflowing and the aerodrome is like one huge pond. Flying is out of question [sic] so we have all day tomorrow off but have got to go in all day Sunday. If there is no flying Sunday we shall have to do Plotting all day. The course contains hours and hours of this plotting which consists of laying down the dead reckoning position of an aircraft on a Mercators Chart and the position of the aircraft on this chart can be placed for any time during the flight. I’ll have to send you a copy of our programme for a week and then you will see how busy we are. Actually today I have been writing down notes all day on Wireless and Recco. Dead Reckoning Theory and Maps and Charts.
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We write pages and pages of dictated notes and then take them home to study them during the evening. Also we have Maths to do in our spare time and I do not know how I’ve kept going this last few days I have felt so queer. I have lost my voice completely through coughing but have bought a bottle of Famels Syrup. [sic] which has cured the bark and I think the throat will soon improve now. I do hope you and Pamela have managed to keep well although in this trying weather it must be very difficult. Tomorrow we are going to have some haggis in celebration of Robert Burns the great Scottish poet. To tell you the truth I am not particularly looking forward to it. You know I never did like strange mixtures. But still by this time tomorrow I shall know the worst. It was nice to hear Tom was home last week end but think that providing I am able to pass this course which in all lasts six months it might be that long before I am home. Then it will be another honeymoon without a doubt. It seems as if Frank may be lucky dodging the army. How is Milly getting along. I am not waiting for sox [sic] but you can send them with the scarf. On Sundays when not flying we have church parade at 9 A.M. so theres [sic] no rest. Well darling I must get on with some homework so with all my love I say
Cheerio and Goodnight my Sweet
Harry. xxxxx
Monkton
Prestwick
Ayrshire
Wed 24th
My Dear Jessie,
Well now the thaws [sic] set in you will be able to be warm again and I hope it does not bring to light any burst pipes. It was simply amazing here, last night the snow was thick and it was freezing hard and yet this morning almost all the snow had gone. By this evening everything is under water and the streams are full almost to overflowing and the aerodrome is like one huge pond. Flying is out of question [sic] so we have all day tomorrow off but have got to go in all day Sunday. If there is no flying Sunday we shall have to do Plotting all day. The course contains hours and hours of this plotting which consists of laying down the dead reckoning position of an aircraft on a Mercators Chart and the position of the aircraft on this chart can be placed for any time during the flight. I’ll have to send you a copy of our programme for a week and then you will see how busy we are. Actually today I have been writing down notes all day on Wireless and Recco. Dead Reckoning Theory and Maps and Charts.
[page break]
We write pages and pages of dictated notes and then take them home to study them during the evening. Also we have Maths to do in our spare time and I do not know how I’ve kept going this last few days I have felt so queer. I have lost my voice completely through coughing but have bought a bottle of Famels Syrup. [sic] which has cured the bark and I think the throat will soon improve now. I do hope you and Pamela have managed to keep well although in this trying weather it must be very difficult. Tomorrow we are going to have some haggis in celebration of Robert Burns the great Scottish poet. To tell you the truth I am not particularly looking forward to it. You know I never did like strange mixtures. But still by this time tomorrow I shall know the worst. It was nice to hear Tom was home last week end but think that providing I am able to pass this course which in all lasts six months it might be that long before I am home. Then it will be another honeymoon without a doubt. It seems as if Frank may be lucky dodging the army. How is Milly getting along. I am not waiting for sox [sic] but you can send them with the scarf. On Sundays when not flying we have church parade at 9 A.M. so theres [sic] no rest. Well darling I must get on with some homework so with all my love I say
Cheerio and Goodnight my Sweet
Harry. xxxxx
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Citation
Harry Redgrave, “To Jessie from Harry Redgrave,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed April 20, 2024, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/15936.
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