Best love from Dawly
Darling Boud
See! I write to you – !
Your Boud1 read Wigs on the G. & said that it quite inclined her to join the movement. I swear that’s true. So please don’t stone up or
Where brain should be – bone
Where heart should be – stone
will sum you up all too truly.
I went over to see Penelope Betjeman2 & her German maids were thrilled to see the Sister of One who knew Hitler & asked me a lot about him. I told them about how wonderful he is & all about Hannibal3 & they sent him a post card for his birthday. When they heard that I know Mrs Wessel4 quite well too they were beside themselves with delight & excitement. I told them I would try & get a lock of her hair for them.
What d’you think I have found in a Witney curio shop? A church, about eighteen inches high & with a steeple about two foot made entirely of white quills & pins. It is wonderful & you would absolutely adore it. We thought you might make one of brown quills just like the B House. The doors, Gothic windows, & even a clock in the tower are really marvellous & all for 30/–(in a glass case). I am too poor alas to buy it.
Tom has been awful, disappointing Farve by not coming, & resultant tempers very distressing for all.
I go back to Rose Cot on Fri but shall soon be coming over to see
Head of Bone
Heart of Stone
So au revoir till then
Love, NR
Darling Nard
The last two days have been wonderful. On Tuesday evening Muv & Miss Fenwick1 & I went to your hated Platzl,2 they loved it, I came away in the middle & went to the Osteria, & the Führer was there.3 He sent Brückner4 to invite me to his table, & I went & sat next to him, & on my other side was Gauleiter Forster of Danzig, who was very nice & invited me to visit Danzig. The Führer was sweet & stayed a long time & talked a lot about all these Notes.5 He said he would like to see Muv. The next day (yesterday) Brückner came to the Osteria to invite us to tea with the Führer at the Carlton at 6. We went, & there he was, and he said I must be interpreter, but as you can imagine it was very embarrassing as no-one could think of anything to say. After a bit, when Werlin6 came, the conversation warmed up a bit. Muv tactfully went away after about an hour, I stayed on & after that of course all went swimmingly, he stayed until ¼ to nine. Of course it was bound to be embarrassing with Muv, as she can’t speak German, that is always rather a wet blanket. Whenever I translated anything for either of them it always sounded stupid translated. On Tuesday by the way he asked after you, & sent you Grusses [greetings]. I do hope you will come soon Nardy, don’t forget to. I fear the whole thing was wasted on Muv, she is just the same about him as before. Having so little feeling she doesn’t feel his goodness & wonderfulness radiating out like we do, & like even Farve did. She still says things like ‘Well I’m sure he is very good for Germany, but’ and then she enumerates the things she disapproves of. The most she will admit is that he has a very nice face. She is going back to England this evening.
Collage of Hannibal crossing the Alps made by Unity for Hitler’s birthday.
Last night I went out with Stadelmann,7 he also sent you many greetings. He has been skiing & is dark brown, can you imagine it.
Do write soon & tell me all about what it is like where you are. And DO come soon to Munich.
Heil Hitler!
Best love from Bobo
Darling Nard
I got your letter yesterday but couldn’t answer it at once as Tom didn’t go until last night, and as you know when there is someone here one never has a moment. I think he enjoyed his stay, the heat was terrific the whole time. We lunched with the Führer twice – Saturday & yesterday – and although I didn’t want him to meet him I am quite pleased now.1 He adored the Führer – he almost got into a frenzy like us sometimes, though I expect he will have cooled down by the time he gets home – and I am sure the Führer liked him, & found him intelligent to talk to. So really I think no harm is done, though on Saturday as we went to his table my heart sank. If it hadn’t been for the Führer’s sudden habit of lunching early it would never have happened.
Did you like Ribbentrop?2 Did he remember me? He was at Berchtesgaden with the Führer for the week-end.
Tom Mitford, from Unity’s album. Munich, 1936.
Tom quite loved the Good Girl,3 yesterday we took her out to a café. They had a long argument – though of course GG took no notice of his arguments – and GG has requested him to keep her informed, on postcards, about the relations between America, Japan, Russia & Europe!
Heil Hitler!
With best love from Bobo
Darling Corduroy,
Many Happy Returns of the Day. I’m sorry this present is so beastly. I got it (as usual) at The Little Shop.1
You are lucky to have been out to Germany to see my hated Boudle. Did she write & tell you how she saw the Führer, of whom she writes as ‘Him’ with a capital H, as for Christ or God!! I love my Boud in spite of all.
Love from Decca
Darling Bodley
My book comes out on the 25th inst:, & in view