19-11-1941 Letter from Palestine (Pages 1,2,4,5 - p.3 missing?)



   Q. X. 11656

                                                                                                            Pte Wotherspoon D. J.

                        19/11/41                                                                       D. Coy. 2/15 Bn.

                                                                                                                        A.I.F. Abroad

Dear Mother,

                     Well old Dear, long ‘ere this reaches you, you will have done quite a bit of worrying, because of the time between this letter & the last. But this will set your mind easy & I tell you now – I am as well as ever & feeling 100% at present. Why I never wrote you this last few weeks – I am unable to tell you – but old Darling, it was no fault of mine, as I have made it my business to try & get one letter away to you each week.  However, that will be one story I will have to tell you on my return. When?

Old Sweetheart – I am in the Holy Land Palestine just now. It is not very much different to the country I used to describe to you in the last letters. Plenty of sand here, but my living conditions are much better. I am looking forward to a spot of leave shortly, which I will tell you about in my next letter. Quite a surprise for me here when I arrived, only 25 letters all, four of yours Mum, one from Liz, one from Ann, two of Nell’s, one from Till, one from Bob’s little Norma, also two lovely parcels. One was a hamper that Till had sent from McWhirters & the other from a young married woman that I spoke a few words to just before I arrived in Sydney at a town called Marabra. She writes to me, & she sent a lovely parcel. Well I nearly went dizzy from reading & through it all I kept on eating & eating out of the parcels. I shared things with my cobbers & they shared theirs. They are the first parcels to reach me, so yours may soon come along, they don’t keep long though Mumsie.

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Talk of Devil – I just landed another big hamper from McWhirters, sent by Mrs Paine of Lake Nash . Mother O’Mine, why are people like Mc Whirters so Dough Brained as to send damm tinned meat over to me. What do they imagine I eat here? Fat lamb I guess. In both my parcels from them, they have unloaded a great dirty tin of Camp Pie on me. A thousand times better if they made the difference up with Tobacco – or a second Cake. But tinned meat of any kind is an insult to me, enough here without the bother of getting it in parcels, it is here in Tons. I was ever so pleased to learn all the news of old Richmond , & to hear that your Dear self & all the family are well. Mother – I slipped on your birthday – even if I sent a cable today, it would reach you too late. But I will be thinking of you on the 1st. Gee Norma is a pretty youngster Mum & the other three are all sturdy kids. Mother Mine, my Brown Eyed girl from ‘Sunnybank’ Brisbane wants to write to you, so I told her I did’nt think you’d bite her too hard. She is a bonzer kid, but don’t picture her small old Sweetheart, she is quite tall, & to my belief, as good as they are made.

Her name is Adeline Stone, almost 22, & she earns a crust in the Corset Dept at Mc Whirters. Her father is a retired Police Sgt, & for a hobby in his old age has a Poultry run out at Sunnybank. I think she has five sisters – no boys, so if she does write now you will know who it is. I will tell you now, I am bringing her back to Richmond when I get back and her name then won’t be Stone.

Can we live in your Store room Mum? She tells me she does not know much about fowls? Herself.

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Page 4

Now MumsieI will make this the last page as I cannot use too much of this kid’s pad. It is almost done now. Don’t forget to let me know about Brother Vate & how he is going. Showed his photo to my Officer Mr Weir, & he knows him, he was in the Camerons himself.

Ford certainly takes a wonderful photo and looks as fit as one thing. How is Bill & family Mum? You never said in the last letter – in the lonely hours of night over here in the Listening Post & ? I go back over the old days every so often & my brother Bill’s face comes back to me & I often wondered how it was all planned out for him to be so sensible & smart & me so damn useless.

Now Mother Darling I will ? for this time, but just remember this I am as well as any one over here & I have a little record of my own, I have not fell out on one sick Parade since joining up, some fellows are always going sick Gammon & ?.

So give my love to all my Sisters & Brothers - & little Nieces &Nephews & Aunts & Uncles, I will close with fondest love always to your Darling Old Self & write me again whenever possible to

                                                                                                            Yours loving Son


A bundle of Kisses old Sweetheart – dish them out to the family. D.

Page 5.

The world is a small place Mother & it is marvellous where one may meet another after joining the A.I.F.. A chap in my Section is engaged & writes to old Harry Dunstall’s daughter, forget the name of the town, she was only a kid when I seen her last. This morning I had a visit from a lad who joined up in Richmond – but whom I don’t remember, Bob Scarr I think is his name, he is a very nice lad & now I know he is in my platoon, I will make it my business to see more of him. Bill Mathers is about the ridge here somewhere, but I haven’t struck him yet. Give his family my regards when you see them next. Now old Dear, I am fearfully busy & I have such a lot of letters to try & find time to answer, I will have to make this do for this time. It may also have to go the round of the Family for a few more weeks. But to them all that wrote to me, & those who didn’t, I thank them for presents & all the kind words they wrote, & in return I send love to all & everyone of them & kindest wishes to all who inquire about me, a special Cheerio for Lexy Hardy; and now Mother there is a job I must away on, but don’t be alarmed – it is simply that I am serving orderly for Tea, so Cheerio for this time, & take care of yourself over there, their hot days – they are cold here - & write to me often & tell me you & all my Brothers & Sisters are well, so with a million kisses Mumsie old Dear, I will close with Fondest love to you..

                                  From Your Soldier boy