Mrs J.R. Derbyshire
62 Friars Avenue
Mr John Derbyshire Bsc
2, Harbor Lane
My dear Son
Well, "The tumult & the shouting" has died, Captains & the Kings departed & it seems we are waiting now to see the outcome. We don't envisage any great changes. Shall have to wait & see. I had Tess last Wed. & Thurs. Judy had to go to school but Tess didn't. It's always a delight to have her, it seems she's going to be our only grandchild, nudge! nudge!! We always talk about "Uncle John." I wouldn't be surprised if they don't return to U.S.A. in the near future. Well, my darling, so you have a car. We always fear for your safety & Dad is quite sure you'll be robbed, shot, stabbed, beaten up, etc, etc, in that violent land. Take care son, & if there is one, God go with you. I pray to whoever may be listening to watch over you & keep you free from harm & evil. We love you dearly & long to see you, but you are your own man my love. Good luck. Just keep in touch as often as you can. I trust in your good sense to see you through. Last Friday I went to Wanstead with Jean Isherwood to stay with her friend Gwen who has a lovely flat there. Gwen is a Senior Tutor at London hospitals, a spinster, but a most charming lady. We had lunch at the Swiss center Friday. Saturday we lunched at Stoke Poges, visited "Gray's Elegy in a Country Churchyard." Delightful place. Got a flat tyre, repaired by a charming Australian couple on a honeymoon tour accosted by Mother's best "helpless little old lady act." Went on to Eton, walked round Windsor Castle & on to tea with friends. Sunday we came into London, walked in St. James' Park. a lovely morning, lunched at B.O.A.C. & home in the afternoon. Gwen & Jean wouldn't let me pay anything, but I make it up by a bit of dressmaking for them.
Your friend John sounds super. If you go to Canada you have your cousins address & if you get to Oregon I'll send you Barry Allan's. He's a Dr of Physics at Portland. The gas bill is £14 John & the electric was £15 something so I shall be very grateful for help, though I really do hate asking. It's something to do with pride, which I have to swallow now!! Judy & Allan are coming home on 24th (Mother's Day) to celebrate my 62nd birthday, must say I don't feel much different. We are quite well & happy love, we worry about our beloved son, of course. Take care, don't take any unnecessary risks. Loving you as always,
Mother X X X X X
- A reference to "Recessional". English people of my parents' generation all knew their Kipling. Here Mum is talking about the general election, which had taken place on February 28.
- Interesting perspective on America from across the pond. Land of mayhem.
- Raised as an Anglican (she was confirmed, and had a beautiful white prayer book to prove it), Mum was in adult life a vague Deist.
- She means the graveyard where Thomas Gray wrote his celebrated poem in 1750.
- British Overseas Airways Corporation, an airline, now defunct. They had a big facility near Victoria Station in London, from which you could ride a bus to the airport. I suppose Mum's referring to that facility.
- He was indeed a great guy, and I hope still is. This was the co-worker at Robbins & Robbins who had helped me find a car & get it on the road. Heaven forgive me, I have forgotten his last name.
- Son of Fred & Mary Allan, our neighbors at No. 58 Friars Avenue.