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Posted in Letter
September 20, 2019

1915

An historic letter to the front from Douglas’s wife. By “front” we mean a doghouse in the back yard.

September 20, 1915

Dear Douglas,

It is with a heavy heart that I write today. I sold only half of our dairy quota at market this morning, so we had to drink the remainder. A heavy heart and crampy bowels have I.

This Great War seems to drag on, does it not? Even with the ceasefire, which has been extended until October 21, I feel at times as if you will never return.

There are reports in the Etobicoke Sun newspaper that the enemy has gained ground; that we may not prevail after all in this conflict. I don’t know which enemy to fear more- the one with the brown face, or the one with the turban.

I shudder to think of our prospects if we lose; they will surely take away all the good jobs and our God-given right to rule over this Christian Nation. This is what Pastor Scheer says anyway.

I must go now my darling Douglas. I have many signs to paint for the church picnic.

I will kiss the girls for you, and tell them thir father is doing his part to win the election war for all True Canadians. I will leave out the part about you being AWOL.

With enduring affection,

Your loving wife.

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