| Title: | McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1916 |
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| ID | 4450 |
| Collection | Patrick McMahon Glynn: Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins] |
| File | glynn/102 |
| Year | 1916 |
| Sender | McMahon Glynn, Patrick |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | politician |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Birmingham, England |
| Destination | Gort, Co. Galway, Ireland |
| Recipient | Glynn, Ellen |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | son-mother |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 273 |
| Genre | work, travelling by plane |
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| Transcript | Queens Hotel, Birmingham 9 July 1916, 11 p.m. My dear Mother Your letter of the 6th July reached me yesterday. I wrote to Dympna and enclosed it to her. Today I left for here; and will return to London on Thursday and leave for France next day, for Paris and the front. This week was a busy one; many addresses by ministers, dinners, luncheons etc. I was the principal, or first, speaker at the Lord Mayor's Banquet on Thursday at the Mansion House, London. I was between the Lord Mayor, on the left, and the Marquis of Lincolnshire, who was Earl Carrington as Governor of New South Wales 1885-90. Judging by the many references to the speech, it seemed to have hit the audience. The night before I spoke at the Banquet given by the High Commissioner. Yesterday we were at Aldershot and Farnborough going through the camp and trench warfare in miniature. At Farnborough I went up for the first time, in a monoplane; 80 miles an hour to 1500 feet. The seat, right in front was small for two; my companion a fifteen or sixteen stone delegate; but like myself, he kept his nerve when we turned sideways, so I did my seat. A few minutes afterwards the machine—presented by the Malay States—flew to France. At the Mansion House, the French Representative waited to heartily thank me for a passing reference to France. So, it was well I thought of the country of heroic ideals. Well, it is late, so I must say good night. We leave for munition works early. With Love Your affectionate Son P McM Glynn |
