Seward House
Badsey
21st August 1914
My dear Juliet
Your report came this morning and I expect you will like to see it, so I will write a few lines and enclose it. Also I am sure you will all like to see a postcard which I got this morning from George. I am so glad to hear something about him; I see he got May’s letter and parcel, but he does not say whether he received mine; send the card back again when next you write. Arthur wrote that they were starting Thursday probably for NW Belgium or the north of France. He says he will be at a base Hospital and is not likely to be sent on the field of battle. I am afraid poor Mary is taking it very hard, though Mela says she was more cheerful on Monday. I had a letter from Port Talbot, I hope little Geoffrey will cheer her up a bit after a while. Cyril and Mela are still here and have not heard anything yet; I should think Cyril is pretty sure to hear before very long, as he passed the Doctor all right. Mela may I fancy be with us for some time, as they don’t seem to want partly trained nurses yet and there is some uncertainty about her returning to the Japps next term, even if she does not go as nurse. She had a letter from Barbara the other day, there were English and Scotch regiments encamped near them, and one day she had been asked to act as interpreter for one of the Scotch soldiers. So Elmer is quite gone on Ethel! What a joke; Ethel says she will send him a postcard.
I thought poor Beryl was in for the chicken-pox. I hope she is not very bad and will soon get all right again. I suppose Millicent is about.
Ethel and I saw Baby Allsebrook the other day, she is like Basil, but a smaller child and is very much like her Father, the name is to be Evelyn Joyce Carmont, the second one for use. I heard from Aunt Florence today. Uncle Fred was still in Brussels, and from the paper today, the Germans seem to be occupying it.
I hope you are all having a nice time and feeling well. Father sends love and will write in a day or two. With much love to you all.
I remain
Your loving mother
Eugénie N Sladden
PS – I left my bedroom slippers behind. I expect they got under the bed.
