A KANGAROO-SKIN POUCH OF LETTERS

by Graham Seal

The Seventh Letter

In October that year, the Sykes' son, William junior, writes to his barely-remembered father in Western Australia:

Dear Father,

I write these few lines to find you better than it leaves us at present. My mother as been very ill and mesel I am a bit better .

Dear Father, we think you have quite forgot us all. My sister Ann takes it hard at you not writing oftener. I must tell you that sister Ann as two nice boys. The oldest is a fine little fellow. Well, I must tell you what a stout young man my brother, Alfred as got and Thirza is a stout young woman. Poor Ann is very thin. Ann's husband and Alfred works at Aldwarke main pit ... .We don't live far from Aunt Rebecca. I often play with their little boy. My Aunt often say I am like my father ... Dear father, you would hardly know Greasborough now if you seed it. We have got a new Congregational Church and I go to that school.

Dear Father, Mother would like to know if they would allow you our like ness. Dear Father, you never name me in your letters but I can sit down and write a letter to you now. Dear Father, my mother wants to know if you ever hear of being set free.

We all send kindest and dearest love to you and God bless you and thousand kisses for our dear Father from your Dear son,

William.

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