Thursday, April 15, 2021

showing a slick chick how to eat watermelon, 1944

On another gloomy day, thought I'd share with you a bit from one of the letters I've just transcribed. This is from my mother's then-fiancĂ© Len, who spent 1944 in Florida training to be a pilot for the British navy - how to land planes on aircraft carriers, among other things. He includes a sketch of a piece of watermelon and another showing how to eat it. Learning the ways of the natives, including the lingo. 

School House is my mother's home in the village, where obviously she liked to escape chores by playing the piano. 



  1. The "bitchfest" was, as we used to say and some of us still do, RIGHT ON!