Sunday, 31 January 2016

31st January 1936 - Terrick to Mary

31st January 1936

You Dearest of dears,

I am sitting here feeling too tired to do anything but the nicest thing I can think of.  My throat is very wearing.  I have got two bottles of medicine on my desk for it - damn, my pen has given out - one to drink and the other to gargle, so you'll have to nurse me this weekend.  The doctor whom I saw yesterday said I ought to spend Saturday, Sunday and Monday in bed, but I have too much to do.

Renny has been round and will come down this weekend with pleasure.  Have you invited Bodil yet?

Joan has written and said that she can come to the Courtauld Institute Ball.  I shall have to let her know about the postponement.

I was thinking last night all about our getting married.  It struck me that thought I don't get a trousseau, if the old folk gave Eileen £120 for hers, they ought to stump up about £50 for their firstborn son and heir.  That would put us on a good sound footing.

Did you see King Carol's masseur in the funeral procession in a ordinary jacket, a trilby hat, a long sweater and white flannel trousers? Apparently he had to accompany Carol in his car to the starting place, treating him as he didn't feel well; and then he got mixed up in the procession and was in it nearly all the way.

__________________________

Interval to talk to you.  If you don't say this letter is a surprise I shan't believe you.  I nearly started off by saying "Oh, I'm just writing to you".

Can you read this letter?  I can't write in pencil.

Today I won half-a-crown from Digby who bet me at the end of last November that the fascists would be in power in France at the end of this month.  That comes of reading the Daily Mail.  I spent most of it on beer with him.

If you get an Evening Standard with a Low cartoon will you keep it for me.  I think that he and Will Dyson of the Herald are very clever.

Mummy says that charging Lord Wharton five bob an hour is my communistic plan of nobbling the aristocracy!  Apparently she has seen adverts in "The Times" for lessons at 2/- each.  They must be class lessons.

Did I tell you that the post has been reaching Wensley on horseback?  They have been snowed up.

Yesterday an article in the paper gave me a wonderful idea for a short story.  I mapped out the plot and wrote about three pages.  Most of it depends on the style, which is difficult.  It is a love story with a setting in Poland about a hundred and fifty years ago.

Rutland said he thought you looked very attractive.  I said: yes, I had noticed that you were.  It doesn't seem a bit as if I had seen you twice this week.  In some ways I seem to feel more that I have been with you after a weekend at Dunally.  Here you and I are more one.  It is the likeness between our own common humanity, that is accentuated; in the society of other people it is our differences, or rather the separateness of our being, that makes the chief impression on one.  Here you are too close, physically and mentally for me to feel I am with someone else; at Dunally you stand at a decorous distance, physically and mentally, and I can realise that you are a separate person whose mind and body more independently of mine.  That is even more exciting sometimes than being fused in one by the current of passion that is set up by our close contact.

Watching you among other people gives me too a curious feeling of looking at myself and seeing how people react to me.  Chiefly because I know that your thoughts are always partially my thoughts and that I am therefor half you - and you half me - but also because other people know that you are my choice and are therefore to be treated in a way as they would me - and  vice versa.  When you come into the room I feel, and I feel that other people are thinking: Ah, here comes the rest of Terrick.

I won't bring the motor of the projector down tomorrow.  It makes it so heavy; but I'll bring the cutting things and we can do some splicing together.

I forgot to go to my story writing class yesterday.  I wonder if Andy went.

Last night, I went to bed early and read from "Great Short Novels of the World". The one I picked, "Doctor Music's Dream", was the most horrible story I have ever read.  It made me jumpy and I was afraid to go to sleep in case I dreamt about it.  I'll read another tonight.

Goodnight, dear.  I won't say that I love you very much, because I begin to wonder if there are degrees in real love.  I see that what I feel for you is not more than I have ever felt for anyone else, but a totally different and more wonderful feeling.  On is either alive or not; so one is either in love or not; and I am!

I love you.

Terrick
            X X X



Saturday, 30 January 2016

30th January 1936 - Mary to Terrick

O.V.S.

Thursday

Darling (to retaliate)

- I found these in my drawer just now.  We bought them at Pitlochry for Flip.  He had some of them & then thought it would be a good idea to put them in my Christmas stocking - and, in case your throat is still sore, they ought to be very helpful.

Am just off to Shakespeare - have read up part of "Phoebe" and i's awfully difficult to do - But still, I may not get it.

Don't forget to ask Ren down on Sunday - will 'phone Bodil in a minute again & see if she's in .

Am afraid I shall have to umpire match here on Saturday afternoon, but will 'phone you about meeting time on Saturday morning.

Thank you for yesterday- and the day before - and for all the days I've every seen you.

My love for always.

Mary Pleasant

xxx

Wednesday, 27 January 2016

27th January 1936 - Mary to Terrick

O.V.S.

Monday


Dearest Old Thing - now I feel a selfish pig - because I suppose it was really so that I could be with you for a whole morning that I wanted you to come to the funeral with me - and I tried to make myself believe that you ought to go, whereas that was only a secondary reason.  I'm sorry.  Another thing I don't want you to think is that I'm going solely because of what other people will think if I don't - I shall go because this is one way I can show my respect and admiration for a good and great man - I have felt the same for other men - it is very difficult to look ahead immediately without sighing for things and people that are passed because you can never be sure that man continues to progress and that the finest things have not already been.

I have wondered why you changed your mind yesterday after you'd practically agreed to come - unless it was because you thought my reason was the wrong one for going - I can't see (perhaps because I don't now enough about it) that your political beliefs can affect it in any way - and the work part of it I took as a plea to myself.that I must try and remember you couldn't spend indiscriminate times of days with me just because I love you so much, because there was a lot of business to be put before pleasure!  - I'm afraid you must be even more firm with me when I put forward my wild suggestions for seeing you at every possible moment - I believe other women have ruined themselves this way before - so I must try and be more careful and sensible and you must tick me off when I run away with myself.

I love you very much and I'm sorry about the King.

Mary Pleasant.

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

26th January 1936 - Mary to Terrick

Home

Sunday Jan 26 '36


My own very special dearest of dears - if any fool at this moment were to ask me what it was like to be in love I should break down and sob like a child on their shoulder that it was the most wonderful thing on earth.  Rome & Juliet have gone to my head- I keep on opening the play and reading bits of it. there are lots of bits I'd like to remind you of but they look so foolish taken out of their context.  I have just read an article by Clemence Dane on "Love" in which he (sic) quotes the lovely passage from the Bible beginning "Love suffereth long and is kind --" it's wonderful if you take is lowly and think about it.  I must copy it out one day, together with "Let us now praise famous men" and the Song of Solomon, so that I can read them every now and again when I'm sad.  Love makes people sad - it makes them cry their hearts away for 2 minutes and for no reason - and when they've dried their eyes they're happier than they've ever been in all their life.

As perhaps you gather, I am very much in love at the moment - you see he is so kind - and sincere - and unselfconscious - and good-looking - and so so funny - and cleans his teeth every day - and has a clean hankie every day - and apologises when his nails are grubby - and loves me so much - and indeed is so altogether admirable - that my soul melts and my eyes grow misty at the thought of him.

 In fact, one day I'm going to marry him - but I've got heaps and heaps of things to get done first - and they're all going to be far more exciting to do than if I was doing them for myself.

If I could only see you for 10 minutes every day I should never become such a fool as to write to you like this - but as I don't I'm afraid I have to (respectively) to get it all off my chest.

School is even harder this term - but is still interesting - I wish Miss Cross wasn't so foolish sometimes - I find I have less patience with her methods of organisation than I used to have.

I wish the B.B.C would offer me the television job.

This time next year I shall be taking an evening course in cookery! - or perhaps Domestic Science in its entirety would be better - and this time next year I shall have a "bottom drawer" - that's always been a great ambition of mine!

When Mummy goes away - would you please, one Saturday, take me to the British Museum? - and couldn't we see some other nice places in London - or go for a bus ride? - I love bus rides - Because I feel it will be an opportunity for us to see some things together - I'd like to take you underneath All Hallows Church near the Tower & show you the Roman mosaic paving - and Pepys' staircase which he ran up to see the fire of London.  Both Auntie Bob & Auntie Bee have already invited me for weekends and asked me to invite you down for the day!

Please do you think you could manage to get that supplement they were selling at Romeo & Juliet on Friday.  I should love one.

I'm being very lazy in bed today with my boil - but it's better now - and I'm going to start a diet of raw sulphur! - I'm also in the throes of " God's Gift to Women". So you'd better revert your calendar to the 25th again - I can't think why it slipped last month. - 

- All my love - and do you think it will look silly to wear a signet ring on each hand?  I think perhaps it will

Your

Mary Pleasant.

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

20th January 1936 - Terrick to Mary

20th January 1936


My Darling, 

This will be a short letter because I have been out late at Stratford Empire in the East End seeing a turn for the Leeds Reunion.  It was urgent so I put Hodson off until Thursday.

When I got back from lunch I was told that while I was out a German woman had called at the Regent St. Office & asked for me saying she was a personal friend.  When she was told I was out she said she would call at Balderton St in an hour's time - but she didn't.  it must be Bodil.  The name Stockelbach must have made them think she was German.  I rang up Regent St to find out more about it, but the man who spoke to her was out.

Single birth cabins to Jamaica & back are £70.  I rang your mother up & told her & looked into other things.  I have now sent her particulars of a cruise to Madiera & the Canary Isles at £33 plus a week's hotel accommodation, & lasting just a month.  She seemed still decided to go.

I am going to call on a advertiser in the Telegraph tomorrow.  It is a pity I forgot to get my hair cut to-day.

I must stop now, darling, if I am to catch the post.

All my love

Terrick.

Thursday, 14 January 2016

14th January 1936 - Terrick to Mary

14th January 1936

My Darling,

The Story Writing class is over and I have got back to No.35 to find my new suit waiting for me.  So I have quickly put it on and creased my blue trousers.  here I am sitting resplendently garbed, writing to you.

Last night we went to see "Someone at the Door", a combination of farce and thriller that was quite amusing.  Fortunately on the Monday morning Priscilla sent me a card, or rather a card arrived from her, to say that she could not have anything to eat with me before the show, so I was able to have dinner with Mummy.

Andy wasn't at the class tonight, which was a pity because I particularly wanted to see him about his fool of a friend.  did I tell you that Andy rang me up to ask me to see what I could do about getting him, the Irish friend, Paul's job as he had lost the job at Gaumont British?  I looked into the matter & told Andy that I could get him an interview but he must first apply in writing and mention my name.  Well the silly fathead wrote a letter of about four lines which looked as though he had tried to do it with his toe dipped in ink.  It was only just legible; and there was no attempt at all to show why he thought it would be worth Hawken's while to give him an interview; no attempt to publicise himself.  So he won't get an interview and he'll have to pull his socks up or he won't get a job at all.  I am not going to put forward anyone else. First John Lingwood makes a fool of himself and now this ass.  C'est trop fort.

A curious thing has happened.  On Saturday a fellow called Drew (who invited me to the dance at his flat) got a better job with Hickie, Borman & Grant and gave a week's notice.  Digby told me on Monday afternoon that he and Hawkin had been talking about this and Hawkin had said: "The next one to go will be FitzHugh; and I know where he will be invited to go, which he doesn't know himself".  Digby made me promise not to tell Hawken that he had told me.  Isn't that queer.  I asked Digby whether Hawkin didn't mean that I should leave the Administration for another job in the firm, but he said that he got the impression that Hawken meant I should leave the Poly.  The only thing I can think of is that one of our agents wants a man and is thinking of asking me.

I do hope I shall see you tomorrow.  It will be nearly a week since last time.  it feels like ages.  have you seen the Telegraph these last few days.  On Friday and Monday I went and left mine at the Regent Palace before I had looked at the jobs and businesses.

I have had a letter from Hodson.  The furniture factory has gone smash, and he has heard that I am in the market for property; "Could we co-operate"! I'm careful what remarks to make, knowing how you can't keep yourself from repeating everything to your family.  But we talk about it to-morrow.

I must go to the post now.  I hope you still love me as much as you did when you wrote that very nice letter on Sunday.

I hope too that I'll be able to kiss you properly tomorrow.  I have got to got to the dentist in the afternoon because one of my front top teeth has taken to bleeding violently.  Digby I've go pyorrhoea.  Hawken says I haven't; so they've got a bet of a pint of beer on what the dentist's verdict is.

Till tomorrow, sweetheart.

Terrick  XXX

Tuesday, 12 January 2016

12th January 1936 - Mary to Terrick

Jan 12th 1936


Dearest Dear, 

I have thought about you such a terrific lot since Friday that I am beginning to feel that love is a little foolish.  It will be all right when I have you all to myself for a bit of every day - just as it's perfect when we go away to stay together - because then I don't have to worry about you, or wonder about you, or plan for us both - or - in short - make up to myself for your not being there by thinking about you in every spare minute! But at the moment, because, I suppose, it's holiday time and I've nothing to use my brain on, I just let my thoughts run riot and plan and plan in the most "abandoned" manner - like Mummy does in bed - and my head goes round and round and round until I long more than ever just to talk to you so I needn't think about you any more.

Have you been out with your Mother all over the weekend?  What have you been doing? - Did you see "The Ghost Goes West"? - (I hope so, because I've asked Miss Olsson to go with Mummy & me to see it next Thursday).

I don't want to ask you too many question s because I think perhaps you might phone up this evening - & then it would be a waste of good space.

I want to come up and see you on Tuesday - can I?  I've got to go out to tea with a parent in Twickenham - but I can be up to you by 6.30 or 7.

I've received a notification from the B.B.C. telling me in beautiful print that they're considering my application.  I shall probably receive tomorrow their regrets owing to my 6½d photograph!

I'm going to play squash with Paget tomorrow evening from 8-9! much to the amusement of the family and on Wednesday I'm taking Mummy up to Barnet and going to tea with Mr Bernays - so I'll come and see you on Wednesday instead/as well if you like.l

We have Ursle here this weekend - and Paget - and Andy for the day - so we are our usual merry party.  Jill got home at 3.0 this morning from a wonderful dinner and dance somewhere in Kent with lots of champagne! - and is going out on Tuesday to the pictures in the afternoon, on to dinner, and to a theatre afterwards!  I want to go and see the three Noel Coward plays at the Phoenix one day.  They sound good, don't they?

I had a great thrill this morning - looking for a pair  of scissors in the machine drawer I found some brass curtain rings - and I discovered one that's exactly the right size for me - so I'll keep it - shall I - or present to to you to look after - because it may come in useful one day - you never know! - or perhaps we shall come to the point when we have to use it instead!!

I wonder what day Bodil arrives.  It will be fun seeing her again - I hope she stays in London a nice long time - I've got a lot of things I want to ask her!

Oh, I wish the summer was back again & we were lying on the grass at Schwaneberg in the sun - with the ants - and milk chocolate and you in your shirt - But there'll be other summers - and other ants - and lots more of you in your shirt!

This time last week we were just getting on to the coach for our three hours journey back.  It was lovely, wasn't it?

I think that my heart is being eaten away with longing at the moment - but one day I shall get it all back again - "full measure pressed down and running over" 

- Until then  - my very dearest dear - I love you with every bit of me - 

Your

Mary Pleasant



I thought you'd just like some indigestion with your breakfast.
- I could start a series if you like -?- with life history written on back?






Wednesday, 6 January 2016

6th January 1936 - Terrick to Mary

6th January 1936

Darling Mary (Patootie)

Already I miss you.  I makes it worse to see you for several days on end.  I very soon get so that I can't do without you.  Did you get home safely?  I rang you up from Earl's Court and Jill answered.

Here is your family tree.  I can't remember where I got the information from.  Will you put in Auntie Margot's surname and the Christian name of your mother's father.  If you could put under the names of some of the earlier men where they lived, it would probably help col. O, because there must have been a good many James O's in different parts of England & Scotland at the end of the 18th cent.

Write and say that Mr W.J. Ormiston of 35 Penn Road N.7 (say what relation to you, if any) sent you a copy of his booklet "The Ormistons of That Ilk" and that you see from it that Col. O. has collected a great amount of information about that family, so that you are writing to ask him to give you a rough copy of the family tree showing your own ancestry as far back as possible; and to tell you to what arms you are entitled.

His address is 

Lt.-Col. T.L. Ormiston
Trood House
Alphington
Devon

Only put the "Lt-Col" on the envelope; inside call him Colonel Ormiston.

Today I had my first fitting of the new suit.  It looks pretty super.  I am to go for another on Thursday.

Renny has been turned out of his digs for the letter about the hot water.  He is going to Warwick Gardens.  The woman in a chiropractor with two very smart daughters!  Renny is already planning to take one of them to the Guildhall tomorrow week"!  he doesn't move into the place till Saturday.

I must go and study the situation columns of the Telegraph, also the "Businesses for Sale".

Oh, sweetheart, I do look forward to another outing, if only for the pleasure of sitting next to you in a coach or train for hours and travelling away.  The distance by itself is something nice & comfortable.

Love 

Terrick.