94 Fernbrook Rd,
Hither Green
S.E.
2-11-16
My dear Quinn,
With very great sorrow I read the sad news in Louie’s letter. If sympathy could help you me all at home send same, but it cannot, so I can only bid you dear to try & be brave & I pray God will comfort you & help you through this trouble. When you are able I shall be pleased to see you anytime. Thank Louie for writing me please, & believe me to remain your sincere friend Rosie
In envelope addressed to Miss E. Quinn, 72 South St, Greenwich S.E. Postmarked 4 Dec 16
Second letter.
28 Creed Place,
Maze Hill,
East Greenwich
S.E.
Dear Emily,
I feel I must write you these few lines after the awful news I read from the Kentish Mercury, I really don’t know how to express my sympathy for you after my own great loss I can feel for others I must say this has upset me very much to know that the one that sympathised so much with me should meet with the same fate well dear this terrible war doesn’t bare thinking about just imagine what poor Mothers and sweethearts are suffering they are paying a terrible price.
Well dear you must try and bare up as I have done myself & although I can assure you it was no easy task but as we all know time is a great ‘ealer. I hope you will express my deepest sympathy for his Mother although I do not know her.
I conclude with love to all
I remain yours very Sincerely
Dolly.
In envelope addressed to Miss Emily Quinn, 72 South Street, west Greenwich S.E. Postmarked Greenwich S.E. 11 Dec 16
On the back of a YMCA notepaper is written
Nights are growing very lonely. Days are very long I’m a growing weary only listening for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging through my memory.
Thronging till it seems the world is full of dreams just to call you back to me.
Chorus
There’s a long, long trail a winding into the land of my dreams where the nightingales are singing & a white moon beams. There’s a long, long night of waiting until my dreams all come home, til the day when I’ll be going down that long, long trail with you.
All night long I hear you calling, calling sweet & low seem to hear your footsteps falling everywhere I go. Though the road between us stretches many a weary mile somehow I forget that you’re not with me yet when I think I hear you smile.
Chorus
