I had a parcel of socks sent to me from a girl friend I knew at Hamilton they were on the road over six months & just came in nice time as the cold weather is coming in fast, they are hand knitted & nice & long. I have written to Mr. Ashworth to send me a pair of strong leather gloves as it is bitterly cold on the hands here in Winter. Well dearest I do hope this lot finishes this year. I am like a caged bird with clipped wings. I am just longing to see you again. I had a dream about you once. I don’t know if I told you before. I dreamt I was back home again and walking down your street when I saw a covered in vehicle coming along & you looked out if it & stared at me but as soon as you recognized me you turned your head the other way & left me staring after you. They say dreams go by opposites anyway I hope so in this case. Another time I dreamt I had returned home and went to your place. You took me to a big room & two other girls were there. I thought you then left me with these two girls & told me to tell them all my experiences but I was too shy to talk to them and when you came back you called me all sorts of names for not speaking. Well the next time I dream of home I hope to wake up & find I am there. Goodbye dearest for the present. Yours ever Ozzie.
Kind regards to all.
Prisoner of War Kriegsgefangen
Although I have nothing to talk about I am not going to miss the chance of writing to you. I got such a nice long letter from Hilda about a week ago; the second since in Germany. I was very pleased to get it as I thought I she had forgotten me altogether. She says little Oz is getting on fine & will soon be called up for military service. She is sending me his photo. I would just love to see him. I won’t be able to make it out when I get home and have someone call me Uncle Oz. I hope he will have an Auntie Myrtle also.
Fancy I have been fourteen months in this country now I only wish to goodness this lot would finish I am terribly tired of it all. I am just longing for the day to come when I can get back to you dear. The only thing is to try to forget & then how happy I will be when the day does come. It is no use worrying as it does(nt) make things any brighter so please take my advice to yourself & don’t worry. Hilda said in her letter that she thought a certain person was worrying at times. All will come right in time & then think of the gay times we will have together. I often think on try to imagine the day when I land on the old Port Melbourne pier. I think I will go mad that day so be ready with a big cage in case I do. Well dearest you will be getting tired of prattle of mine, so I will say au revoir with fondest love from yours ever Ozzie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Kind regards to all at home.
Prisoner of War Kriegsgefangen
It is not your turn for a letter but I will just have to miss writing to someone as I got a letter dated 3 Sept & a card some date in August which was very pretty indeed. I get your letters more regularly than any others so I think you deserve most of mine in return. I have got an album & I want some old home scenes to fill it. There are evidently some letters missing between the card in August & the letter 3rd Sept. You mention about your mother going out to see Hilda & the new baby. This is a pleasant surprise to me as I have not heard before of the new baby. You do not say whether it is a boy or a girl. I was very pleased to hear that you took your part at the concert so well. You say you felt very nervous; well I know that feeling I remember the first time I sang at South Street before an audience of about 4 thousand. I could have dropped through the floor but once you get started you feel alright. You say you often sit & wonder what I am doing & wonder if I have changed. Well all I can say as far as getting old I am not looking a day older although I feel it. I had a photo taken but tore it up as it might frighten you but I intend to have it taken again. How I long to be with you again dearest, it is the hardest part of the lot being so long away from you, but I have consolation of knowing you are true blue & I just love you for it & all your sweet letters bring us very close together. I must close now sweetheart with fondest love.
xxxxxx Yours ever xxxxxxx Ozzie
Letters shared here were written by Private Ozbert Edwards of the 21st Australian Infantry Battalion to Miss Myrtle McCoughtry his future wife. They were written before, during and then after WWI while establishing his settler block at Red Cliffs VIC. Myrtle remained in Melbourne until their house was built. Letters shared here are part of a larger private collection generously shared with permission by Pam Shugg (granddaughter of Oz and Myrtle) and her family.