Your dear old letter arrived yesterday it was a lovely old letter full of cheer. Just the kind of tonic I was in need of. You are just the dearest & sweetest girl in the world sharing my worries & troubles. I also wish with all my heart that you were here with me, then all the big worries would be as nothing compared with the joy of having you always near to comfort me.
This batching life is rotten to say the least of it. I often dream of our future home with all its comforts and you darl.
Just the biggest part of all. Its horrible to have to break my thoughts & look round in an 8 x 10 tent with flies buzzing round & everything untidy “ugh”. [xxx] is still away. I have hired a house for a few days to finish the sledging off. A man named Walsh is coming next Monday to do the plowing. I will be glad when everything is ready for planting. There are still a lot of channels to be made. I don’t think we will get water till somewhere the end of next month. Some of the fellows are planting after the recent heavy rains. They say there is enough moisture in the ground to carry them until they get the water. [xxx] has gone to Crouch’s for chaff it costs about 12/ a week to feed a horse. Well enough about my affairs, how are all the folks down your way.
You are ardently determined on challenging me to a singles being that you have such a flash racquet. I am glad you got such a good one & so cheaply, as you say it must have been in good order if it belonged to a [xxx] . I am going to research a piece of ground for a tennis court & later on might concrete it. You are like me darl. I paid a subscription 30% to the tennis club here & haven’t played there much. How is Lil. I hope she is better again. Yesterday evening I rode into the township for some groceries. I saw Alan Crouch, he & his wife want me to come over one evening. Mrs Crouch’s father & mother are coming up so they said they would like me to meet them. It is getting Summery here now I cannot say I am sorry although the Winter is beautiful up these parts. My next door neighbor has started to build a two room house which will be like [xxx] over in the Summer. With my very best I am about dry for rest so will say goodbye for a little while. Give my love to your mother. Accept heaps for yourself. From yours ever. Oz.
Kind regards to your Dad.
Letters written by Oz Edwards to Myrtle McCoughtry before, during and after WWI. Gradually being transcribed by Katy Mutton. Generously shared by their granddaughter Pam Shugg and her family. The majority have remained unread for decades.