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the moon got obstreperously large when at 10 .p.m. bang went the beastly "maroon" of warning: Dear Old Mother was just sitting up in bed quietly drinking her milk food — but it didn't take her long to scramble into her "garments" & crawl down to the "Dug-out." Miltie was in the bath!! I about to go there — so I placed on a "london cap" (which was born & bred in Vancouver) & joined the motley crew in the kitchen. You really ought to see our procession downstairs — in more or less dressing-gowns, with an electric torch to guide us & someone hugging the brandy bottle & possibly an eider-down being taken along. Cy was out to dinner — but soon sped down to us on his bicycle. There we sat drinking tea & trying to be cheerie till the "All Clear" — round about 1 p.m. Sunday night. Fritz was up to schedule time once again — up went the "Maroon" at 10 & down we all trooped for a repetition of Saturday — but on Monday I was dead-beat & went to lie down after supper till 8.45 — when "they" arrived

BC Archive, MS-0089, Box 1, File 6 GLASSFORD, Deborah Florence (Leighton). Vancouver Correspondence inward, 1918.