Chapters (84)
- All the Days of Our Lives
- 1945
- 1931-1944
- I
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- 1946
- II
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- III
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- IV
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- V
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- VI
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- 1948-1949
- VII
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- VIII
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- IX
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- X
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- XI
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- XII
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- XIII
- Fifty-Nine
- XIV
- Sixty
- XV
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- 1953
- All the Days of Our Lives
‘Young Jonny’s round,’ Cynthia said. Jonny was one of Robbie’s school pals. ‘They’re out the back. You sit down for a bit. Have a Rich Tea? Oh, I forgot . . .’ Cynthia got up and took an envelope from the shelf. ‘This came for you. Must be from Molly.’
‘Oh, good!’ Em took it, smiling at the address. Molly knew Em was living with Norm’s mom and dad, but she never remembered to address letters anywhere but Kenilworth Street.
‘How’s she getting on?’ Dot asked, before Em had even got the envelope open.
‘Oh!’ Em exclaimed. ‘Oh my goodness!’
WRAC Training Centre,
Guildford,
Surrey.
10th April 1949
Dear Em,
Well, surprise, surprise! I’ve joined up again!
I’ve been at this training centre for a week now and am loving every minute. D’you remember the Gorgon I talked to you about, who I trained under in the ATS? She told me they were forming a proper women’s army again, and she and I have both joined up. She’s gone to the officers’ training centre at Hindhead.
There are a couple of us who’ve rejoined after being in the ATS before, and they’ve talked to us about retraining and how we’d do it. I decided I wanted to start right from the beginning. I know I’m here for the duration, and I want to do it all properly this time. I want to make a real go of this, Em. They’re working us hard. We’ve already done some aptitude tests, and I reckon I did all right. I ant a decent trade – something that’s not cooking. I’ve had quite enough of that! It’s all going to be different from in the war, I know that. We’ve even got a different cap badge, for a start – some of them made a right fuss about that, and it’s a funny thing, but it does feel strange. But never mind, all I know is, I’m in the right place. The army feels like home to me – I can’t see myself as the marrying type.
When I get some leave, I’ll try and come and see you. I hope everyone’s OK and you are all getting on all right. Fancy Joycie being married – and Sid with three kids! Makes me feel very long in the tooth!
Give my regards to your mom and everyone else, and a kiss for Robbie, if he still lets anyone kiss him!
Love from,
Molly
‘Oh, Mom . . .’ Em, with tears in her eyes, handed Cynthia the letter. ‘Read that – oh, good for Molly. When I think of all the different things she’s done and all those places she’s been – and I’ve never even moved from here! Makes me feel a proper stick-in-the-mud!’