War Letters

My darling Baby Boy, I hope you are not suffering too much from the cold although the papers say it is the coldest in France

My dear Mother, Here I am again to tell you that we (Cliff included) are well and I sincerely hope this finds you the same.

My dear son Jimmie, Sunday and one of the worst blizzards we have had for years. And quite cold as well. It commenced storming last

Dear Sister Evelyn, How you was, little girl? Fred and I are well and expect so see Clifford soon. He isn’t very far away from

Dear Mother and all, It is rather wintry here just now but we should worry, Musie. One thing the cold will kill all kinds of

There are only a few of Margaret Bowes’ letters to her sons in the collection. Here is one written shortly after James and Fred arrived