(Dodging Shells gave you Tommy’s letters to his sister, from the front. This is the end of the last of Kathy’s letters in response, telling of life in wartime Toronto.)
…..I heard today that a couple of the other girls in the Personnel Department actually made it in to work yesterday. They got in…but they were trapped there and couldn’t get back home. They’re still there!
…..They’ve been bunking in the furniture department, and I didn’t ask what they’ve been eating, but after their dedication in braving the storm, management wouldn’t have the heart to deny them the necessities. Nine floors, a city block square…there are plenty of necessities to be found, I’m sure.
I’m going to bundle up and try to find a mail box, Tommy. I still owe you a Christmas letter, and it’ll be coming soon. But as you’re sitting, shivering in a trench somewhere, I just wanted to drop you a quick note to remind you what a Canadian storm is like. I bet Italy can’t match that!
…..Of course, we aren’t actually sleeping out there. Actually…we’re quite cozy….
Live…from the Frozen North…it’s
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Tommy arrived home in Toronto on December 15, 1944, in the aftermath of the worst snow storm Toronto had ever recorded.
His sister was at the train station to meet him.