Somewhere in France
Dear Mother and Family
I am writing you a few lines hoping that you are still in the best of health as I still remain to be in spite of narrow escapes in which I have shook hands with myself to get through them and I have been glad many a time that you are praying for me and will continue to do so.
Well how are things around S. Vancouver these days still going strong and how are the neighbors getting along and Mr and Mrs Young I send them my very best regards and I will send them a letter soon as I find time and how is Auntie getting along. I still get the Saturday evening Post every week and they do much good reading and I am do thankful for them and best of all I had a bunch of your parcels the other day and I was delighted with them that splendid butter and pudding and cake and matchbook of pouch and the socks I am always thankful for them, though I could stand them a bit thicker and I get rather too much [?], but all the other stuff is very useful to me and I am so thankful to you for sending them to me. And how are the children still getting strong and healthy and with I my best love to you all and to you, I must finish now, ta-ta.
I remain your loving son