Here’s an item from D.S. Climie of Nipigon, Ont.:

“Because of a surplus of trained artillery officers, I sat around transit camp in Windsor, N.S., from July to November, 1943. Many of us were given leave in October and my roommate brought back from Montreal, a strong Oka cheese that we kept between the inside and storm windows.

“After several false starts, we were finally off on the Mauretania in November. In the rush, my roommate forgot his cheese.

“After a long wait, I received my first letter from Canada. It was from the man who moved into our room at Windsor the day we left. All it said was: ‘OK, Climie, we give up. Where is the cheese?’”