Friday, 23 September 2016

23rd September 1936 - Terrick to Mary

35 Nevern Place

23rd September 1936

My dearest girl,

This evening I waited till after the post came before starting this letter, in case there was one from you - and there is.  Unfortunately just as I got it Renny came in and stayed and talked.

Mummy is coming on Sunday to lunch, but not to tea because she is doing something with Aunt Aggie.  Renny said you wrote her a very nice letter.  So, if I may, I'll come home with you after Joan's dinner and then come up with you to the Regent Palace on Sunday.  I've told Renny he is expected, but he knows because Mummy had told him.

On Friday I believe my appointment with the woman at Ealing is not till 8p.m. so it will probably be too late to go to the cinema, but we can sit & have coffee & biscuits somewhere on the hill.

On Monday, darling, I could not work at all.  I felt like Mary Rose the first time she went away, as if I had been to fairy-land and could not get used to humdrum mortal ways again.  i kept thinking of the islands and the seals and the white breakers on the reefs - "perilous seas in fairy lands forlorn" - and "the grassy-green translucent wave" under the boat at Iona and our secret bay at Morar.

That has just reminded me to look up that poem that I said was Wordsworth and you thought not.  I have just got out the Oxford Book of English Verse and it has opened right at Wordsworth and only one page from the poem: "The Solitary Reaper". It goes - but I must start on a new page so as not to break it up:

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring time from the cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:

I think it is sometimes called "The Solitary Highland Lass".

We have been there, dear, and whatever happens no one can take that time from us.  The memories of it are crowding in on me now, and instead of waiting I think of you with your bare feet wading around the rocky points, and of you calling out at the sight of Loch Leven and Glencoe from the ridge of the Mamore Forest.

Mr May wants you and me to come with him to an evening given by the Highland Club in London where they dance reels in full costume and a relation of Marjorie Kennedy-Fraser sings the Songs of the Hebrides.  I said we should love to.  It will be sometime next month.  We may get about 48 of them to do eightsome reels in the arena at the Albert Hall.

I am having dinner with Mummy tomorrow, and then she and Renny are going to see "The Amazing Dr Clitterhouse".

Talking about "Mary Rose" have you ever read the poem Kilmeny by James Hogg the Scottish poet.  The idea is the same, the girl disappears for months:

"Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen.
When many a day had come and fled,  
When grief grew calm, and hope was dead,   
When mess for Kilmeny's soul had been sung,  
When the bedesman had pray'd and the dead bell rung,  
Late, late in gloamin' when all was still,  
When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,  
The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,   
The reek o' the cot hung over the plain,  
Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;  
When the ingle low'd wi' an eiry leme,  
Late, late in the gloamin' Kilmeny came hame!"

It goes on to a long account of the land she had been to and what had happened to her.  I can't help it I must quote: 

"She saw a sun on a summer sky,  
And clouds of amber sailing bye;
A lovely land beneath her lay,  
And that land had glens and mountains gray;

---"  etc etc!  in fact it was Morar and the isles and the Mamore Forest where we have been together.  You must read it.

To talk sense:- I had lunch with Paul yesterday & told him about the time we had; everybody at the office says how browner I am - which gratifies me after the efforts I made  The girl from the short story class was in Fisher's yesterday waiting for her mother, so I had lunch with her there today.  She is going to S. Africa.

Did I tell you that all the firm's salaries are to be considered in October?  There may be a rise in it somewhere.  The thought of a rise brings me to sense again:- the practical job of making dreams become - I won't say true, they are, we know that - but permanent.

Goodbye my dearest.  I am just getting used to not having you at my shoulder to show things to and smile to, but I am looking forward to Friday.  I'll ring you up from Ealing & let you know when I'll be at the Richmond.

All my love and myself.

Terrick  xxx

Thursday, 22 September 2016

22nd September 1936 - Mary to Terrick

In bed   O.V.S.


My very own dearest heart - it is 10.45pm and my eyes can hardly hold themselves up and my legs feel as if they had just been up & down our Glen Nevis Mountain.  There is always a tremendous lot to do in this place, but there's ten times as much ton the last few days of the holidays.  So as this seemed likely to be the only time I have to call my own for the rest of this week - it was imperative that I wrote to you in it.

I am afraid I have many more moments of "pang" to go through until this week is over - every vacant minute I think of last week and all we did - Today it was Morar - and the sand and rocks and clear pea and fairy islands in the distance.  Lonely bays - and winding road and tea at Ausay and lying in the heather waiting for the train - Oh no, it wasn't, that was really Monday   - Tuesday was the Mamore Forest - and finding our path - down to Loch Leven - and the Rock - and tea by the Ferry.  I have been humming "The Road to the Isles" & wishing I had the words & then I remembered, of course, I've got them on the back of a sheet of note paper you once started a letter to me on by mistake - I must find it over the weekend.

I have just done 2 rows of your pull-over - but I shall seize every opportunity to get it finished as soon as I can.  It makes such a difference to make something for you.

It seems that not being enrolled for the cookery class was all for the best it will save me fares in Richmond as well.  But thank you very much for trying for me.

I posted the invitation to your mother this morning.  I do hope she'll come - although the house will just be half-way done up.  What shall we do about getting home after Joan's dinner party? - I don't know whether they'll let us have the car - but they may do.  I thought you were going to the theatre with your mother then?  Tell Ren we're expecting him to come down too on Sunday, won't you?

If you come to Ealing on Friday - it would be lovely to meet you in Richmond afterwards - you get on a 65 Bus at Ealing Broadway Station and get off at the Richmond - just to make it a bit nearer to seeing you again. I am afraid last week spoilt me out of all recognition - your picture beside me doesn't seem to help at all now - (please will you have a big one taken for my Christmas present?).

All the dear things about you that I love, I miss more than I can say - the curl outside your beret - your knobbly knees and hairy legs - the way you polish your glasses and tie your shoelaces - your solemn look when you're thinking out your story - oh, everything makes my heart ache to hold you tight to me in your pyjamas - and feel how hard and stalwart you are.

- My darling heart I love and want you so - and I can't keep my eyes open any longer - so I'm going to shut them tight & pretend it all over again.

- All my love for always your 

Mary Pleasant

P.S. Couldn't we see that Irish film here on Friday if you could get to Richmond before 8?

P.PS. When exactly do you  go for your holiday again? - Because I find the 14th is a Wednesday - not a Sat.

Wednesday, 17 August 2016

17th August 1936 - Mary to Terrick


Aug 17th ' 36

Darling - my conscience has smitten me most horribly all today to think of you trying to keep your eyes open over all the Monday complaints - while I have been sunbathing and doing nothing.  I have thought of you nearly all the time - & wishing I could come & help you.  I don't think I'm as lazy as i used to be, because this having nothing particular to do day after day is much more wearing than tearing about all day at school.

I had a nice letter from Miss Cross this morning - saying she is bathing 3 times a day at Ringstead - and asking how you were.  I have written to Eileen (getting all the news in before you!) saying you would send her a photograph of Hamels - and I've also written to the Shakespeare society saying it has been necessary for me to book up at a hotel for my mother & myself for Sept 11th! I expect I shall have a letter back sometime this week.

Mummy says it will be quite all right for you to come next week - & I may teach you to drive in the car!  So you'd better get your licence before the weekend.  I expect you'll have to go to the L.C.C. building the other side of Westminster Bridge.

I hear that next Wednesday Mummy wants me to take her up to Auntie Bee's for the day - & as there's nowhere she can go in town for the evening I must take her back & shan't be able to see you.  What about Thursday? - or if not, tomorrow (Tuesday)

- Oh I do hope you're not absolutely worn out this evening - and that you go to bed nice and early - I wish I was there to tuck you up - but it's a good job I'm not.

Thank you over & over again for the perfect weekend - I can't thank you nearly as much as I want to - but would you please let me know how much  still owe you, besides about 1/10 for the film - because I know I was a continual drain on the resources - and if perhaps you could wait a bit for it, as I am rather poor, it would be very kind of you.

I don't, even now, know how I can wait until Thursday - but I always was a bit fond & foolish -

Every bit of my love, my dearest heart,

Mary Pleasant xxx

P.S. Mummy wants to know if you can suggest a way of getting an advertisement into a New York paper.

Saturday, 13 August 2016

13th August 1936 - Terrick to Mary

35 Nevern Place 

13th August 1936

Dear Heart, 

I have put some life into my pen by dipping it in the red ink that I have.  After the read wears off the moisture seems to produce old ink off the sides of the pen.

I am sitting in a pub having a drink, and surprising you.

While I was in Ostend last week I got a News Chronicle & read an article that I kept for you, & forgot on Wednesday.  Every Saturday an article is appearing supposed to be by a girl who has just got engaged reporting the progress of her engagement.  last week was getting to know his relations.  The cartoon a the top showed the fiance looking rather like me.  Get the News Chronicle this Saturday for the 3rd article.

The bell has just gone for us to clear out.

Paul goes to the Lake District for his holiday this Saturday.  I should like to go to Fort William.  My heart leaps up inside me when I see pictures of the highlands.  It is a queer feeling.  A cottage in the highlands to retire to for rest and quiet with you, overlooking the Bay of Morar and the islands of Muck & Rum.  I have never known a place to affect me in such a way before or since.

Alas that we must die!  Shall I ever grow resigned to the idea.  I am so happy and have so much to look forward to.

Just got back & seen your message, have asked for your number.

Your roses are now perfectly lovely; they are opening wider every minute.

Ha ha! so all is fixed! Cheers! I am so bucked.

If the post is too heavy in the morning for me to go to Belgium, I'll ring you in the lunch hour.

All my love Terrick

Thursday, 11 August 2016

11th August 1936 - Mary to Terrick


Aug 11th

After Tea

Dearest old thing - this is just because I haven't anything much to do  & I thought I'd better tell you about tomorrow.  If you really don't think you'll be home before 8.  I rather thought I would go & see the Informer at Sloane Square.  I'm starting off with ?? after lunch & going to help her buy a coat in Kensington- then she's going foo to meed Dearlove & I thought I'd leave the care outside 35. and catch a train to Sl. Sq from E's Ct. in time for the film which starts at 4.25. - & the programme should be over by 7.45, so I should be back with you by 8.  But if you have the slightest feeling you may get off earlier, do ring me up before lunch - because I'd far rather wait & spend the extra time with you.

- It was so nice to hear your voice again yesterday - Did you remember to write to your rep at Innsbruck about Helen? because as her mother drove off on Friday she said how kind it was of you - it had taken a great load off her mind!

I spoke to Norah over the phone on Saturday - I've never heard anyone sound so well & full of energy.  The get to the shop at & serve customers until as late as 10.30 at night - (getting off orders I suppose).  They took £123 on Bank Holiday Monday & £113 last Saturday - altogether they took about £430 in the week!!  They want £2000 more capital from somewhere, so they're selling shares at 6%.  (I bet it's all Norah's money making instincts!)

I should simply love - love - to go to Belgium with you next weekend, but I'm really so poor that I'm afraid it would be rather hair-brained - specially as I probably shouldn't be able to bathe!  Are you absolutely sure you'll have to go?

I can't think of anything more to say so I shall have to stop.

I'm longing for tomorrow so much that I don't think it will ever come.

All my love

"Mary Pleasant Ormiston
"Christchurch Road,
"East Sheen  S.W. 14.

Monday, 8 August 2016

8th August 1936 - Mary to Terrick

August 1936
35 Nevern Place
SW 5
Saturday 1.00 PM

Hello darling -thank goodness your passport was here - all the way up I've been planning what I ought to do if it wasn't.  Thank you very much for your letter - I hope it wasn't absolutely dragged out if you by necessity (but there -you knew I'd think that!)

It feels very strange to be writing to you on your own desk - specially as it was almost exactly a week ago that I came & rummaged around here last time.

The children are going to the "Raj" Regatta at Haliford Bend this afternoon - so luckily no one wanted the car - and the only difference it makes to me, is that I'm missing my lunch.

Joyce Eastman might (it's not very likely) offer to take me down to see Norah with her on Monday - if so I shouldn't be able to meet you - otherwise, if you let me know what train, I expect I could.  So if I'm not there you'll know I've gone to Clacton for the day - & perhaps you could ring up late & arrange what day I can come up.

- Darling I miss you most terribly - it's a permanent "not-being-all there" feeling, which makes me slightly unsociable, very selfish - and want to go to bed early.  You've no idea how wonderful getting your letter was this morning.  

Longing for you to be home again - 


Mary X