12th December, 1993

Dearest Rita and Lex,

Every so often I look at the postcard you sent me from Brisbane and find myself intrigued at the mythological figures in the Rock paintings; and whilst I am intrigued and fascinated, I am also cross with myself for not having written before. Now, the spirit of Christmas nudges me on and I sit at my typewriter wondering what to tell you.

Your journey through the barren landscape in Australia and sleeping under brilliant star-studded skies must have been a great experience and the geological hunting ground a constant challenge. Lucky you to be able to leave the banalities and stresses of life in abeyance.

We cannot compete, nor can we avoid, the constant barrage of news and comment that daily assails us. The only place which gives us respite is our fermette in France which has no radio or television and the newspaper occupies itself with local incidents – the worst I think was a case of exorcism. There are enough crucified figures of Christ along the roadside to scare away devils and such like, but this case needed a priest.

My travels in ’93 were minimal. I conducted Ruth and family through Frankfurt. We travelled by car and looked up little towns along the Mosel and Neckar which have a mention in my family records. Actually, it proved very interesting and added background knowledge to my family history.

The family and all the youngsters (ten of them, in case I did not inform you) are well. We live reasonably close so that we can get together. At present it is cold and we have even had snow; gale force winds, too. A table from my terrace was lifted across a wall and deposited in the garden with a broken leg!

Are you thinking of coming to Europe soon? It would be wonderful to see you.

I send you my very best wishes for the New Year and a happy Christmas.

With much love,

Lore.