Wednesday September 26, 1945
Friday October 12, 1945
(1946 Diary Lost Next Diary Starts February 1947)
6-1-47 (My father's birthday)
Short air-mail note from Ted telling me he had a verbal offer of a passage on the "Mauritania" for 11-8, and suggesting I sent a cable if this was satisfactory to me. The Cunard were communicating with NY to confirm. "Is this o.k. if so suggest you send blank cheque or marked. My previous letter on Queen Eliza said they expected a 12 months wait but this is unexpected. Suggest you cable if satisfactory. I don't know price but had told them the equivalent of 2nd or 3rd, so as not to involve your bank balance too much. So now its up to you.
Tell Eddie I have written to him. Lots of love- Ted."
This note was written 8-5 in haste and it began, Dear Lady. I'm glad.
Eddie went out almost immediately and sent cable for me, saying "Please secure on Mauritania if possible" and later I sent off an air mail letter with blank cheque as requested.
I do hope this matter goes through. I am longing to be home in Romford. I have had enough of America to last me the rest of my life.
Letter from Ted suggesting I communicate with Cunard in NY.
If I am lucky I could be back home in Romford 3 months today. Wrote the Cunard office today; also a long air-mail to Ted.
Received a letter from Cunard offering passage for 10-3, and asking exact name of husband and his address; cash to be paid by the 15th. Telegraphed Cunard in NY acceptance, and cabled Ted to give Romford agent cheque for same. Fare, 62.10.0 pounds.
Left Niagara Falls. Travelled to NY by the Empire State Express, leaving Buffalo at 1:30 p.m. Eddie came to Buffalo with me. Chili, Johnnie, and Bill Berry met me at Grand Central.
Went aboard the S.S. Queen Elizabeth at 8:30 a.m. Marjorie, Chili, and two children accompanied me to ship. Johnnie and Bonnie came aboard later, also Jimmie. Found Harold already in cabin. Sailed at 11:30 a.m. A fine beautiful morning.
Landed at South Hampton at 6 o'clock last night, but too late for getting to London. Special train left at 10:20 a.m. Reached Waterloo at 12:15 p.m. Ted on platform to meet me. A beautiful day.
A strenuous day. unpacking small baggage, etc. In morning had to go to Food Office to get new Ration Book. Happy. I'm glad to be back. Romford looks good to me. Ted sweet and kind. Yes, I'm content, I'm happy. Very happy.
Alone all day, but very happy. I am glad to be here, in Romford, in this house. At last I feel at home. The house is now clean and orderly all through. I like it. Ted has had some refresher work done in it, ceilings done, dining-room re-papered and painted, stairs painted, etc. It is my house. I've had a lovely summer; all my children were gracious, admiring, and loving in fact, they treated me like a queen-but I like best to be in my own house and so here I am, and thanking God for it.
Not only am I indelibly an Englishwoman, I am indelibly a Londoner. Inevitably these November days bring back memories of my childhood. I am thinking of the Bonfire Parties with the Barleighs today. Thinking of my father talking to me about history-the history of England. Thinking of him and of how passionately he loved London, and lo, I find I love it passionately myself. Yes, I love London. I belong to London. I find I am glad I'm alive now, and that I have come back to it. I'm glad I lived here through the war years. I'm glad I live in these times. What if they are troublesome times? I find I think them great to be alive in. Yes, Ive come home, back to where I belong. London, City of my hear. London ,England.
News John G. Winant has committed suicide. Today's times states: NY Nov. 4- Mr. John G. Winant, United States Ambassador to the court of St. James during the late war, killed himself early last night by a shot through the head at his home in Pleasant St., Concord. He was 58.
This dismays me. He was a good man, a man who should have remained in this awful world to have done something for it. He killed himself from a sense of despair over the state of the world, the breakdown of our civilization. He shouldn't have despaired. He was needed. I am so sorry about this.
The honeymoon is over. Ted is in his normal state of crankiness. He is being cranky about the shopping, about the fire, about the placing of furniture, about my manner of speech. Just plain cranky. Alright. I smile.