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A Letter Home
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Hollyhock FarmLittle BramptonDevonSunday 10th September 19391
Dear Mum,
I am sorry this letter is so late. You told me to write as soon as I arrived, but so much has happened that this is the first chance I've had to sit down with a pencil. I am safe, I am fed (very well fed!) and I have not lost my gas mask, so please don't worry2.
The train journey took all day. Hundreds of us were squashed into the carriages with labels tied to our coats, like parcels being posted to nowhere3. Joan Parker was sick out of the window near Reading, and little Alfie Brown cried until he fell asleep on my shoulder. I didn't cry, Mum. Well, only a bit, when the station disappeared and I couldn't see your blue hat any more.4
When we arrived in the village, we had to stand in a cold church hall while the grown-ups chose who they wanted. It felt like being at a market.5 One by one, the other children were taken away, until only I was left. My cheeks were burning. Then a tall lady with muddy boots and a kind face marched in, looked at me and said, 'That one will do nicely.'6 That is how I came to live with Mrs Pengelly.
Her farm is the strangest place I have ever seen. There are no buses, no shops and no street lamps. At night it is so dark that you can't see your own hand, and so quiet that I can hear an owl calling from the barn. Instead of the smell of smoke and the river7, there is the smell of hay, cows and (I'm sorry to tell you this) something much worse when the wind blows the wrong way!
I have jobs every morning. I collect the eggs from the hens, who peck my fingers if I'm too slow, and I help to feed Daisy the calf. Mrs Pengelly says I am a natural farmer. I think she might be teasing me, but I've decided to believe her.8
I start at the village school tomorrow. There are only twenty-three children in the whole school, so I expect everyone will stare at the 'London boy'. I'm a bit nervous, but I keep remembering what you said to me on the platform: be brave, be polite and eat your vegetables9.
Please, please write back soon and tell me how you are and whether Dad has written from his ship. Give Tibbles a stroke from me. I think about you every night when I look up at the stars, because I know they are the same stars you can see from our window10.
P.S.11 Mrs Pengelly makes the best apple pie in the world. Don't tell Nan I said so.
All my love,Tommy