Feature Letter of September 27th, 2016
Gilroy, Wilbert H.
At first we tried to eat in the kitchen, in fact we ate two meals there, but we could not stand it. The smell of tile house backyard and moat, all combined, was too much for us, so we went out into the yard, and ate in a shack. Then the old lady would not let us use her stove so we had to dig trenches and cook over them. I don't want to commence on the inhabitants but I will say they corresponded favorably with the surroundings. And flies, I mean FLIES! They are entitled to capital letters all the way thru, they were so much in evidence. The first day I went in to buy some bread, as we were short of the issue bread. Over on the table in the corner I saw something black, which after she had taken up in her hands, turned out to be bread, which had been literally covered with the brutes.
And just a word about prices. She charged up 15 cents for the festive bread, butter 50 cents a pound, eggs 6 cents a piece, and a penny (2 cents) extra each for boiling them. Everything else in proportion. One would think we were American tourists, instead of Canadians who had left good homes to come to fight for them. And at that we were just about 2 ï¿½ miles from the front trenches, and shells flying all about us. I was blooming well disgusted with the beggars, and I told them so thru the interpreter. Don't think I am complaining as I felt much better as soon as I got out of the place. We were only there three days but if we had to stay there longer, I would be in favor of letting the Germans have the blamed country.