Daniel Manson was my father. During WWII he served in the RAF and spent about four years in what was then Rhodesia as an airfield controller. Throughout that time his father (my grandfather) wrote to him every week with news of what he and my grandmother, Jean, had been doing at home.
This is a letter sent on 7th May, the day before VE day:
This is another letter he sent to my father just after VE day. My father died in 1997 and I found all of the letters among his papers. He had kept every single one. I was originally slightly confused by the references to taking a “car” but then realised he was talking about a tramcar. As you’ll see, it was a good way to get about the city in those days.
