Friday, 27 April 2012

Range of Letters - Informal

Example of an informal letter :                                                                                       

 Dorset New Road,
                                                                                        DH1 6SP
                                                                          20th October 1942 
Dear Mum, 

How are you, I hope that you are keeping fine; Granddad too? How is your back bearing up, hope you are not in too much pain with the outset of the cold season, do take care of the heating. 

I have settled very well into country life here in Dorset, Mr and Mrs Kipling, my new family are ever so kind, so I do not miss home too much. Also the village folks are very nice and friendly; just the other day, a kindly elderly man called me ‘MY young lad’ I was chauffed at being called this. I am having a greeeeaaaaat time here! 

I have met a new friend called Jim, we travelled together on the train from London, after you left me at the train station, he is a great guy and we have had lots of fun together, some good days and some not so good, but all in all, we are enjoying ourselves. 

I wanted to tell you about, the family, I am staying with. When we arrived in Dorset, we were taken to a large hall nearby, where we were made to stand in a single file so that the local families could inspect us and select who they wanted. My heart was beating fast when all the other children were being chosen and I was getting left behind; but just as I was giving up all hope of a family and planning how I was going to settle into a home, this kindly looking family arrived and apologised for being late. I instantly fell in love with them and hoped that they would pick me. They must have felt the same way about me because they made straight for me and asked what my name was. ‘Tom’ I replied. Wee Tommy, we will call you, our son is also called Tome, he will be big Tommy’ I did not care what they called as long as they chose me especially as they had a son who is my name sake. 

Mr and Mrs Kipling’s house is very large, There is back door that leads into an open garden where Big Tommy and I often play. In the middle of the living room is a Morrison Shelter, where us children sometimes have to stay when the sirens sound. We have really good fun, in this since it is only for young children and no adults, We play all kinds of games in there> sometimes we hear the adults having a cup of tea and cake, we try our luck to get some but we are always told to keep still so the bombers do not hear us. Adults! 

The children at school are alright, they are so funny particularly, when the bombers are flying past and our teachers ask us to hide under the tables; they just ignore her and run to the window to take a look. I am sometimes horrified by this as the bomb could be dropped on our school and they could get seriously injured particularly from flying broken glass from the window. 

Last week Big Tommy and I went to Dave the diary farmer to get a bucket of milk fro Mrs Kipling, the farmhand, took the bucket from us and milked the cow straight into our bucket, he then asked us to have a drink, I was appalled at being asked to drink cow pee. Mrs Kipling explained afterwards that this was not cow pee but milk, I feel differently about milk now as I have been put off. 

Mum, I have got to go now, I can hear Mrs Kipling calling for me to go to school. I will write again soon. 

Give my love to Granddad. 

Love you lots,


 By YS

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