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Posted by Tony Tea on 25 April 2011 at 10:45 in History | Permalink
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25 April 2011 at 13:27
I guess the Sender wasn't there for the horseracing.
Our Melbourne blogpal http://otherrants.blogspot.com/ has (re)posted a postcard from her ANZAC grandfather.
My GF was under heavy fire on The Hindenberg Line for most of 1917 (I think) and I like to think he met French girls between the battles, and they did what you would do if you didn't expect to live. He and his 3 brothers all returned from WW1 France and the mayor of Hamilton gave them a reception and gold medals. Those were the days! (or not)
Ann O'Dyne |
26 April 2011 at 11:23
The sender was my grandfather who penned a quick note back home to Sydney that he was OK. At least he was OK as of October 4, 1918. (And subsequently, since he returned home in 1919.) Why go to the trouble of writing "Hi, all. France is great. The food magnifique. Am well. Love, Keith. PS: Wish you were here." when you can abridge that to "France 4.10.18".
26 April 2011 at 11:36
Oh great - that's so much better than it being a junkshop find.
best not to mention Le bouef de bully Chez Le Trenches, you're right there.
The card of course, would have been received with great emotion.
Was Sinclairs a family hotel?
Ann O'Dyne |
26 April 2011 at 18:12
Perhaps, also, he was constrained by security concerns not to write too much?
Great story, Tony.
27 April 2011 at 13:10
Tony, do you keep in touch with your French cousins?
One of my grandfathers also served in Europe during WWI but sadly no documentation like yours. He was gassed and died of lung problems during the 1930s -- although that could have been due to poor diet and mass consumption of Woodbines, although the war wounds theory is more glamorous in a macabre way.
Professor Rosseforp |
27 April 2011 at 18:44
Not sure why the card was sent to Sinclairs. Asked dad, but he is hopeless with family history. Bit like me actually. I only recently found out that my great grandfather on my mother's side was killed in a car accident near Port Campbell in the 1930s.
29 April 2011 at 13:01
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