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Title: McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1916
CollectionPatrick McMahon Glynn: Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins]
SenderMcMahon Glynn, Patrick
Sender Gendermale
Sender Occupationpolitician
Sender Religionunknown
OriginLondon, England
DestinationGort, Co. Galway, Ireland
RecipientGlynn, Ellen
Recipient Genderfemale
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Word Count384
Genretravelling, meeting Lord Tennyson, upcoming visit
TranscriptCommonwealth Offices,
72, Victoria Street.
Westminster, London, S.W.
August 4th 1916

My dear Mother
I hope you will excuse my typing a letter to you, but Just at the moment I am pressed out of existence. Having had a very
pressing request from Lord Tennyson to see him at the Isle of
Wight, I find it impossible to do so unless I go tomorrow. This
will enable me to take in the camp where the Australians are at
Salisbury, which I must visit and go from there to the Isle of
Wight, returning on Sunday to London, then I shall make for
Ireland on Monday morning. Where to stay in Dublin I am not
quite sure. Abbie says there is some Hotel, Pelliter's, I believe,
where we shall probably find some anchorage. Then I shall do
my best to take in all relations, who seem to be dispersed at all
seaside places.
Until today we have had practically no time, and my correspondence
I have had to do after midnight, but however busy, the trip
has been most informative. The sight of the Grand Fleet was well
worth coming here to see, and especially the trip to the front in
France, as I was right in the fighting lines. I missed some of the
men I wanted to see. Not having been to Arras there was no
chance of seeing Frank Glynn. The Australians had a fearful job
where I was, near Armentieres. I saw several of the boys coming
in wounded after their great push, but the bulk of the Australians
were in action near Poziere. I know, having visited the wounded
at London Hospitals on Sunday, that in many cases only a few out
of hundreds were left. One Battalion in which was one of my
clerks — practically a private secretary — seems to be completely
wiped out, but the spirit of the boys is unbroken. Hoping to see
you next week,

Your affectionate son,
P McM Glynn

10.30 a.m.
I found it impossible to go to the Isle of Wight in the time. I am
enquiring about trains to Holyhead. There seems to be no morning
train on Sunday. If I can finish tomorrow I may get off at 8.45
p.m. I must be in Dublin to meet the others on Friday.