MaryA wrote:
What lovely old fashioned phraseology she used.
Off topic; but this will be of interest to some... My grandmother also got letters from 'Towse of the Gordon Highlanders'.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beachcroft_Towse
This man is like something from a Boy's Own comic - you think he can't be real. Blinded in the Boer War in an action that earned him the VC; Churchill witnessed the act; Queen Victoria shed tears as she pinned the VC on him. When WW1 started Towse moved to France and helped in the hospitals at Wimereux; talking to the wounded and typing letters. Here's a typical one:
Mrs. W. C. Dew, Balnagowan, is in receipt of a letter from Captain E. B. B. Towes, of the Gordon Highlanders, with reference to her son, in which he states: "'32 Stationary Hospital, near Wimereux, France. May 17: — "I am writing to you at the request of your son, Lance-Corboral W. T. Dew, of the Australian Machine Gun Corps, who is now in this hospital, suffering a wound is the right thigh. He is, so far, going on as well as can be expected, but I regret to say that he has been very seriously wounded and that he is still in a critical condition. He is, however, easier than he was, and is to-day, very slightly better. I hope and pray this slight improvement will continue. You may rest assured that he is in very capable hands, and that he is receiving every possible care and attention. Any letters to him ought to be addressed as usual and not to this or any other hospital. He sends his very best love and hopes that vou will not worry yourself on his account. His only regret is that he cannot just at present write to you himself. May I also add my own deep sympathy for you in our very great anxiety, and express the hope that long before you receive this letter you will have heard, bv cable, that he is well on the way to a complete recovery."
http://trove.nla.gov.au/ndp/del/article ... m=wimereux stationary&searchLimits=
A US surgeon recorded in his journal:
'There was a large gathering for dinner: Col. Eames, the Australian CO.; Col. Pike, D.M.S. of the 1st Army just back from the Front; the Consultants, Fullerton, Sargent, and Wallace; two French officers, one of them the old Commandant at Boulogne wearing on his breast the black and green ribbon of the Franco-Prussian War — black for sorrow and green for hope.
The most striking figure of all was a Captain (Sir Beachcroft) Towse, wearing the uniform of the Gordon Highlanders with a V.C. ribbon — slim, dapper, erect, precise — and blind! One of the most promising officers of the regular army, a great polo player, shot through both orbits in the Boer War. He is now writing letters home for Tommies on a typewriter, and spends his days in the hospitals, except when playing golf (actually! ) on what is left of the course, and entertaining people at the mess. He kept me up, shivering with cold, long after the others had gone to bed. He made his way about the room like a cat, smoked his cigarettes — though his olfactory sense is also gone, as Sargent told me — with precision, and handled his glass of whiskey as though he could see as well as taste.
https://archive.org/stream/390020111232 ... u_djvu.txt