Dear Mother, Dad, and Jocie;
How are you feeling, Mother? I haven’t had any letters from anybody for nearly a week. I don’t know if you’re up north or not. I certainly hope you’re receiving my letters-I have been trying to write as often as I find time. I am becoming accustomed to this place after a week of running around blindly. I am anxious to know how you liked the pictures I sent home. Thelma told me in her letter that you weren’t feeling so good and you were planning on a trip up north, so I sent a roll of negatives to Thelma and told her to have two prints made of each one-then she could send them up north to you. I haven’t had any letters since so I don’t know if you or Thelma have received them or not.
Flying is progressing day by day-my instructor seems to have a little confidence in me. I am practicing medium and shallow turns until I’m blue in the face. I have so many things to watch at one time I get pretty flustered. I guess he expects that though.
One kid turned over yesterday-he didn’t judge his approach and landing correctly-he wasn’t hurt but he will probably get washed out for it.
This primary school is very strict, much more so than the other primaries. That is why so many wash out here, but, if you make it through here you’re pretty sure of making it all the way through. I hope I can make it here-don’t you?
Well Mother, knock that hayfever for a roll-will you?
Your loving son,
Jim