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Salient. Victoria University Student Newspaper. Volume 33, No. 2 4 March 1970

[Letters between Zelda and Chas]

page 16

Dear Zelda,

Well, here I am in Wellington. Orientation was like we imagined with everyone telling us how we must go to parties, join all those clubs and have a real ball instead of just sitting around and vegetating. I don't think much of the Varsity birds. Most of them look like school teachers, and about thirty. None of them are as nice as you, and I keep thinking about you, especially that last Saturday night. Gee, I don't think I will ever forget that night, although it was unfortunate about the handbrake, wasn't it? Oh, by the way, I found one of your hair clips the other day. You'll never guess where, you won't believe it — in the washing machine! Isn't that a scream? Too much, I thought. Must go now.

Love,

Chas.

Dear Chas,

Thank-you for your letter. I am glad you found my hair clip, I wonder how it got into the washing machine. Are you going to shave your beard now? The wether here is fab, it was nearly 80 yesterday, but it is colder today, thats what the TV said, anyhow.

Love,

Zelda.

Dear Zelda,

Did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful handwriting? I thought it must have been your letter when it arrived so I locked myself in the outhouse and read it over and over, hundreds of times. Every word is engraved on my memory forever. I have enclosed a photograph of me that I had taken the other day specially for you. Please send me one of yourself, so that when I get lonely I can take it to bed with me, sort of as a substitute, you know. Every time I put on my handbrake I think of you, dearest. See you in May.

Much love,

Chas.

Dear Chas,

Thank-you for the photo. I am sending you one taken at school. I am eleventh from the right in the back row, with a fringe. Yesterday our cat Tommy had eight kittens in the clothes cupboard. Dad was very annoyed because she did it all over his clean shirts, and Mum had to iron him a clean one. Ross cleaned it up, and I went to work early. The wether is still fab. I hope it is good in Wellington.

Zelda.

Dear Zelda,

I have been thinking of you all the time, in bed, in the shower, in all sorts of funny places like that. I have put some poetry that echoes in my soul on paper, just for you. You have to fill in the blank spaces, but don't write them in in case your mother finds it. Oh Zelda, Zelda, when I see the moon at night I think of the glorious nights we spent under the same golden glow, and the stars remind me of the tiny lights I saw in your eyes on those long languid evenings after sunset, when we lay on the riverbank together. In the universe of my life you, Zelda, are the sun about which all meaning and truth and beauty revolve. Without you, my life would be as the earth without gravity: a vacuum, asterile lifeless monotony relieved only by bitter-sweet memories. Memories of those few, those all too brief, those pain and pleasure days of our togetherness. I love you, love you, love you, my sweetheart, my life. It is almost as much as I can bear to wait until May. Won't it be fantastic? Just like the night in the car — remember — when I bent the handbrake.

Love you, darling,

Chas.

Dear Chas,

The flowers were very nice, Mum made an arrangement and put it in the toilet, it looked very nice. I told her Mary sent them. Brian and I got engaged last week, and we are getting married in May, so you can come to the wedding if you like. I missed this month, so we have to get married in a hurry, I don't mind really, cause I will be able to lie in all morning, and ring my friends in the afternoon.

Yours sincerely,

Zelda.

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Photo of a woman standing on a hill

Photo of a woman next to a tree