Oct 12 1945


557876 Tpr. Hallam, J.H.,

G.S.C. Depôt, ( Cook ),

Whittington Barracks,



Fri. Oct.12.45.

My Own Darling,

First I must beg your clemency for not writing to you yesterday, I went with Bert my new pal to his house at Wolverhampton, met his wife and sister, they are very nice people too. I really enjoyed myself, we played cards after tea just the three of us, myself, Bert and his wife, and forgot for a few hours I was in the army. I have only one regret from going, it made me terribly homesick, being there so comfortable and good company, my thoughts switched straight over to you. I lost quite a few half pennies playing cards, just because my thoughts were miles away. We got a lift in a lorry to Wolverhampton, it is a place a deal like Sheffield you know, all factories and steel and iron works but where Bert lives it's very nice and pleasant we had to bus it coming back and it always seems endless in a bus, and we could only get to Lichfield by bus anyhow, to the camp ( 3½ miles ) we had to ride on “Shanks' Pony” and the pony gets pretty tired by the time we get here.

Well my dear, did I tell you I am in the Sgts Mess now as cook, I have a little bunk in the cookhouse nice and cosy too, we only moved in today. Whilst I think to tell you, you had better address my letters, so

55786. Tpr. Hallam, J.H., R.A.C.,

H.Q.Company, (Sgts. Mess Cook),

G.S.C. Depôt,

Whittington Barracks,



My letters have been lying around here all day before I have got them so they should come direct now.

Are you still feeling furious, I wish I could see you. Do you know a good old army motto, keep cool, calm, and collected, whatever happens. Even if the elstic breaks in your pants! It's alright for you to say that the exercise will do me good, but the bottle of milk would do me more good, especially if it was pigeons milk.

Of course there is some lovely country near Louth, that is Lincolnshire, you know. All I want to do really is be alone with you: it does not matter where it is, John o-Groats or Lands End. As for missing meals well, I have missed quite a few in my life, and missing one for the sake of being with you will be a pleasure, I never looked at missing them before in such a light before.

I had an idea how old you were darling, you showed me your birth certificate once you know, I being too much preoccupied with other thoughts, well I just looked at it. I know when your birthday is, annies is on the 28, and yours is the 29. You have gone and forgotten mine , is not the 24 January, you are one day too many, or are you guessing. I too hope I'm out of the army before you are 24, we will celebrate your birthday if I am.

What on earth do you want red nightdresses for, red is a bad colour for the eyes you know, I don't mind you having frills on, but the colour, what about some red, white and blue ones.

I can't imagine you wearing red flannel underwear, it will be a bit ticklish to wear won't it. I should prefer, all silk underwear, you know the sort one can almost see through. You want to remember I shall be seeing you in your long legged red flannel bloomers, and I shall have a camera with me too, and show all my friends, my wife in her red flannel “Bloomers”. Why don't you ask your mother about them, you should have no fears, I dare you anyway.

I'll keep my eyes open, but you know what they say, 'Red hat no bloomers on, red bloomers, ---' I don't dare write what they say.

Well darling, I shall have to close, I must send a few lines home tonight, and I'm early duty cook in the morning, and must get to bed early.

Give my love to all I know, I hope this letter finds you both happy and well, I am still A.1.

Till tomorrow my Darling,

All my love and kisses

XXX Yours Ever,



Nurse L.M.Cooper,

Nurses Home,

City General Hospital,

Sheffield, 5.


Bloomers: Women's baggy underpants fastened to just below or above the knee are also known as "bloomers" (or as "knickers" or "directoire knickers"). They were most popular in the 1910s and 1920s but continued to be worn by older women for several decades thereafter. Often the term "bloomers" has been used interchangeably with the pantalettes worn by women and girls in the mid 19th century and the open leg knee length drawers of the late 19th and early 20th centuries.