Letters From the Front

Dated:

Letter from Norman Evoy
Nov. 19, 1915.
Dear Mother and everybody:
As it is almost a week since I last wrote it is high time for another note and I afraid if I neglected writing often you might imagine that something had happened. Now if you people were in my place that would appear almost ridiculous. That is just how conditions are here so far as “yours truly” is concerned.
This evening I strolled down the road and to a little village to see if I could find some one from the Borden Battery. I was very lucky, the first man I met was Reg Burrows (Burrows & Morrisette.) He took me just over the road where I met Jack Brennan, who I used to know in Cobalt and Schumacher, he was police in Cobalt for some time, also Jim Sullivan from Carleton Place. Jim is quite a big man now and you would scarcely know him, George Holland, of Haileybury and Kenning, also of Haileybury and Porcupine. It seemed like old times to meet all those chaps again They all enjoy this sport fine. Being prospectors and (sour doughs) some of this work is quite in their mit and to listen to their talk one would think it a great joke. Billy Haynes, Union Bank, Liskeard, is here in one of the hospitals. At my first opportunity I am going to see him. Did I tell you I met Ed Adams in England? He is one of the Brigade officers there.
But I said this was only to be a note. If I am not careful there will be nothing to say in another letter.
The “big noise” is keeping up to about the same key and everything is going well.
I haven't received any mail for over two weeks, but I expect it is detained in England until my new address arrives.
How is Liskeard? I suppose the weather will be getting cold now. The people here are just taking some of their vegetables out of the ground. The majority of the workers in the field are woman and girls. They look as husky as oxen and if our Canadian women could manage the farm as well, I would say “votes for women.” You should see them driving the horses and carring great sacks of vegetables on their shoulders. There is one thing, however, I must admit, that is, there aren't many “dolls” among them. “Strong for stout but not very pretty for nice.”
I think that is all I have to say to-night. I will write soon again. Hope everybody is real well.
NORM.