Saturday, Autumn 1965,
My tutor Eileen Mackinlay and her mother lived in some splendour a few doors away in The Royal Crescent. Sue and I were invited to visit and I wrote home describing this visit and a view of the mother’s voluminous knickers when she bent down.
Today when I return to Bath I am amazed by its beauty but remember its indifference. I think that Bath was wasted on me. I could appreciate its beauty but it felt so staid and dead. It was the wrong time and the wrong place.
My Dear Joy,
Nice again to get your ever welcome and thanks as always. Seems like you’ve got a lot of backlog of work to catch up on, but never fear, you’ll sign off ok and lap it up like the cat with the cream.
We were amused with your account of the interlude with Mrs Mackinlay’s mam. Undoubtedly a dear old lady-plenty of room is the cammy knickers to allow for bending over! Ah! That was rich and smacked (not the behind) of my young days. But don’t be lulled, they’re usually very unobtrusively observant, and to my mind that particular lady ‘aint so simple as would appear and for your enlightenment worth cultivating.
About Sue’s wish for a return to “ Braeside” ..well, your friends are our friends and the more we are together the bigger the welcome . We’ll be pleased to see Sue again.
About ourselves, well, there still isn’t much of an exciting nature to relate. I’ve had another busy week of nights. There’s talk of giving us more machines to work but of course I’ll not be taking any more of that. I think it a wicked system making us automatons and slaves to the machines. The money’s there alright but what nerve shattered and exhausted wrecks it will turn out. In all my years in the trade, starting with a set of ten machines did I think that the industry would achieve such a pass as men working between forty and sixty machines. In the twilight I consider myself very lucky.
For mam it has been a very hectic week with the preparation for the Derby and Joan rummage sale. Mam was in charge and will be writing about this. The “Braeside “ hall and passages were choc-a-block and piled high with the stuff that would put Steptoe and Son in a good way of business. Anyway, it was a great success and a triumph of organisation that your mam usually achieves when she sets about it. Today she has been busy again decorating for the harvest festival tomorrow and the dust and flurry of the rummage hardly settled.
Chris has gone for an afternoon outing with the Leicester ringers in the Lutterworth district. He’s very keen on dem dere bells but not the ones with an ‘e’ at the end. Except for a little difficulty in eating he seems to have overcome his dental ordeal and it will be better for him when he has completed the job.
Not much to do in the garden these days except rough dig and tidy up . I gave the middle hedge a close cut and overhaul today. Well, here’s for supper, a relax and so to bed. The best of love and safe keeping ever. Dad