Dear Mother,
Don't talk about Windsor, this place catches all the water from the sky. I guess it has rained for a week and the last three days came out fine and clear but hotter than August. Everyone was wringing wet when drilling. There is no difference in the weather between here and there.
Jim Redden likely deserted; three have from here. I would like to be home but still I don't get time to be lonesome here. If we are not working, someone starts to carry on a roughhouse.
We have lots of magazines from the ladies of the town. I am perfectly well and expect to be vaccinated tomorrrow. They will soon have me shot full of dope.
More again, Clarence
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Clarence Arthur McCann June 8, 1891 - June 2, 1947
Clarence Arthur McCann was born in Pembroke, Hants County, Nova Scotia to Arthur Frederick and Ella Jane (Carmichael) McCann. He grew up in Windsor, Nova Scotia, Canada.
He married Ada May Smith on July 27, 1912 in Falmouth, Nova Scotia and together they had 14 children.
In 1915, Clarence travelled to Fredericton, New Brunswick to enlist in the Canadian Expeditionary Force. He embarked for England not long after and remained overseas for almost four years. While there, he wrote many letters home. Over 100 of them survived and have been transcribed. The originals have been donated to the Canadian War Museum in Ottawa.
I offer these transcriptions to those who have ancestors who served in the Great War so they might have a glimpse of what that life was like for these men.
He married Ada May Smith on July 27, 1912 in Falmouth, Nova Scotia and together they had 14 children.
In 1915, Clarence travelled to Fredericton, New Brunswick to enlist in the Canadian Expeditionary Force. He embarked for England not long after and remained overseas for almost four years. While there, he wrote many letters home. Over 100 of them survived and have been transcribed. The originals have been donated to the Canadian War Museum in Ottawa.
I offer these transcriptions to those who have ancestors who served in the Great War so they might have a glimpse of what that life was like for these men.
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
April 24, 1915 - Fredericton
Dear Father,
I am writing Saturday noon instead of Sunday. We have this afternoon off. I won't write to Mr. McLean. Too many might ball it all up, so I will leave it to you. I borrowed a martingale from Jenkins. It was one with black rings and a buckle underneath by the belly band, but I got none with the harness. Esty Cochrane gave me the other one. That horse you have now is a tough little plug and should be easy to keep doing nothing.
The talk here is that we go to Sussex about the first of this month. We will be 20 miles handier home then. I was to the military doctor and got some medicine for my cold on Tuesday. I hate to take it, but I can't do anything else like I could home. Our drill hours are from: rise 5:45, parade 6:30 till 7:30, breakfast; parade 9:00 till 12; dinner, parade 2:00 till 5:00. Must be in at ten unless we have a pass. I can [have] one any day but have had only one since coming here. I was late three weeks ago Sunday night and got one week without pass, although I could go out till ten. I can get a pass till anytime I want it up to 6:30 parade a.m. all night, but don't need it here.
That McGinnis or Fitzgerald that stole the clothes up the Midland and joined up in Windsor is always in trouble with the officers here. Awfully pig-headed and there are others. A fellow has to be very careful here. Liable to catch all kinds of things among a crowd like this, and around the latrines. Mostly toughs although there are some nice fellows and some who don't care whether they are clean or dirty. We send our underwear to the laundry every Monday a.m. and it costs about 80 cents per month. Towels, shirts, drawers, socks, handkerchiefs.
I received watch Friday noon and your card this noon.
From Clarence
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I am writing Saturday noon instead of Sunday. We have this afternoon off. I won't write to Mr. McLean. Too many might ball it all up, so I will leave it to you. I borrowed a martingale from Jenkins. It was one with black rings and a buckle underneath by the belly band, but I got none with the harness. Esty Cochrane gave me the other one. That horse you have now is a tough little plug and should be easy to keep doing nothing.
The talk here is that we go to Sussex about the first of this month. We will be 20 miles handier home then. I was to the military doctor and got some medicine for my cold on Tuesday. I hate to take it, but I can't do anything else like I could home. Our drill hours are from: rise 5:45, parade 6:30 till 7:30, breakfast; parade 9:00 till 12; dinner, parade 2:00 till 5:00. Must be in at ten unless we have a pass. I can [have] one any day but have had only one since coming here. I was late three weeks ago Sunday night and got one week without pass, although I could go out till ten. I can get a pass till anytime I want it up to 6:30 parade a.m. all night, but don't need it here.
That McGinnis or Fitzgerald that stole the clothes up the Midland and joined up in Windsor is always in trouble with the officers here. Awfully pig-headed and there are others. A fellow has to be very careful here. Liable to catch all kinds of things among a crowd like this, and around the latrines. Mostly toughs although there are some nice fellows and some who don't care whether they are clean or dirty. We send our underwear to the laundry every Monday a.m. and it costs about 80 cents per month. Towels, shirts, drawers, socks, handkerchiefs.
I received watch Friday noon and your card this noon.
From Clarence
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