Showing posts with label Royal Air Force. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 12, 2015

Obituary Sunday - Estelles Wickenkamp


Grandson of Casperites Killed In Patrol Duty Over North Sea

Capt. Estelles Wickenkamp, 27, Dies When Bomber Is Shot Down

Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Wickenkamp received word yesterday of the death in action on April 7th of their grandson, Captain Estelles Wickenkamp, aged 27, while on patrol duty with the British Royal air force over the North Sea.

The British government reported to this parents, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Wickenkamp of Stenen, Sask., that Captain Wickenkamp was leading an eight-plane patrol in a scouting flight near the Ornkey Islands.  Two of the planes were shot down by enemy pursuit ships, one of them the Wellington bomber in which Wickenkamp was directing operations.  All of the seven men instantly killed.  No trace has been found of the plane or its occupants.

Captain Wickenkamp was born in Nebraska, but his parents moved to Saskatchewan about 15 years ago.

Besides his grandparents, other relatives living in Casper include two uncles H. F. and W. G Wickenkamp; an aunt, Mrs. Alma Sehnert West; and six cousins.

Monday, February 2, 2015

World War II Letters Home - February 2, 1940 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                          Royal Air Force
                                                                                          Marham
                                                                                          King's Lynn, Norfolk
                                                                                          February 2, 1940

Dear Folks:

I got your last letter with the stamps in it, also the one before with livestock ticket and I also received another Family Herald.  I haven't sent you any papers lately but will start again this week.  It is the Daily Mirror - all the latest scandal and cheap headline stuff - but still it does contain nearly everything worth writing about.

I have been in bed for 4 days with a slight touch of flu and a good does of tonsillitis.  I could hardly swallow, so I have had to eat soup and rice pudding, etc. and drink milk, but today I am much better and shall probably be allowed to wander around in the mess tomorrow.  In 3 days from now my section have 3 days leave - so by the time our leave is over I should be ready to fly again.

Raiders have been coming along our coast and shooting up light vessels and fishing boats so we are sending out patrols to intercept them.  We have done very little work lately as the snow is from 1 to 2 feet deep on the aerodrome.  Small machines can't take off but our big 'uns just wallow along and the big wheels splash through snow like water until they stagger off.

Last week we were doing some co-operation with a finger squadron at Wittering, near Peterboro.  We were getting practice at evasion tactics and it gave them attack practice, also showed them how easy it wasn't to bite at a big bird with lots of stings.  some of our maneuvers had them absolutely foxed - they couldn't get at us.  They (fighters) were using cine-cameras so they could study the results of their efforts but only about 1/9 of their films had any results, much to their disappointment.

the last time we went over there it started to rain and snow, all of which froze on the aircraft so we had to land and were there 3 days before we could get off again, on account of the weather.

I got commended the other day on my abilities of a navigator by our squadron leader;  he said that I had quite proved myself on Hamburg episode.  so I says -er, um - "Sir, you don't mean that little jaunt, well yu' oughter send me on a long trip and I could show you sumpin'!!!".  He knows Doug and I are not so rusty at flying because when we each get in a plane and fly formation with him we just scare the pants off his crew, and they reckon, when they are that close that they can see the pilot of another machine grinning at them, that is just too dern late to jump.

Well, it looks like it's time I stopped.  Maybe I'll have some news to write about next time.

Best wishes to all of you.

Love,
Estelles

Thursday, January 22, 2015

World War II Letters Home January 22, 1940 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                                 Royal Air Force
                                                                                                 Marham
                                                                                                 King's Lynn, Norfolk
                                                                                                 January 22, 1940

Dear Esther:

I am enjoying 6 days leave at Oxford.   As Renee has gone to work this morning  I have time to try to do a little writing.  I am afraid I haven't done much lately.  I wrote home the day before yesterday and told them about my work so I won't repeat it all to you as you will be reading it anyway.

I have been out on  2 "searches" and a "Nickel raid" - which means a leaflet raid.  The searches and patrols are flights over the North Sea and Heligoland Bight.  We usually go in large formations of about 15 or 18 aircraft - they last 5 or 6 hours.  On the leaflet raid we only sent 1 aircraft from each squadron.  On our station I had the honour of being the first officer to go on our 1st raid of the nature.  We didn't meet any opposition - only got caught by searchlights a couple of times over Hamburg.  We left our base just after midnight last Saturday and got back at 7:00 o'clock Sunday just after daybreak.  I was 1st navigator and 2nd pilot and believe it or not we didn't even get lost.  Our trip was about 1,00 miles. The trip was quite comfortable as the temperature was only - 10 (degrees Celsius) usually it is about -30 (degrees Celsius); that's when you suffer a bit.  Actually the front and rear gunners have the worst part of it as they have to stay in those draughty turrets the whole time.  About half way round or at some convenient time we have hot coffee and sandwiches and that always hits a warming note.

Holland doesn't have any blackout so we would see the Dutch towns about 30 or 40 miles away.  Of course we don't fly over them at any height as they get annoyed and fire A.A. at us,  but it does make a good land mark when visibility is good.

We had a bit of snowstorm in Norfolk last week - about 4 inches of snow on the level and in places it drifted over the roads about 2 feet deep - of course I realize that it is a mere nothing  in your country, but in my country it is really frightfully, old deah!  but here around Oxford there is only a trace of snow but has been freezing quite hard.  Water pipes in the houses have frozen and burst.  I can sure appreciate a warm house after living in these English houses - they have no idea of insulation.  The walls are from a foot to 2 feet thick,  solid stone or brick and the cold goes right through them.  I thought this idea of a fireplace in each room was quite a cozy idea but it is a real necessity.

I didn't get your letter finished while I was as  Oxford - now that I am back at camp I'll do so.  Gosh, it is awful to got back to work after having 6 days leave - I hat the site of this place now.

When I got back this evening I had 2 letters from home waiting for me;  One was written on November 21 and the other on December 31 and both got here practically the same time - I think it was because the 1st one was sent to Harwell.  it has been all over the country and even to Air Ministry.  The envelope was so worn that it was half apart - a wonder the letter was still in it.  it may have been opened for censorship, if so, they might have sealed it up again.  Mom told me about the nice kitchen set you sent her for Christmas - she is very pleased with it.

I still haven't received any of the parcels Mom said were coming.  She sent them to Harwell - i don't know why, as she knew I was here at Marham.  Sending anything to a station that far back on the list just means that it will go to at least 5 or 6 different places before I eventually get it, if at all,  but they may turn up yet.  Everyone seems quite busy at home - Dad is building a big sleigh - Richard is converting the old Buick into a farm truck, when he is not making ice or cutting wood - Mom is making the chickens lay more eggs.

Doug Morris is going to get hooked up some time next month.  I don't think he has decided the exact date yet.  That will me alone so I suppose my turn is next.  Not for a while though - probably in June; anyhow, there's plenty of time to worry about that.  Renee's mother wants her to wait another year, as she will only be 19 on the last of April, but Renee says "phooey to that" so what! I'll send you a miniature photo of her next time.

I am going to try to get in some skating this winter as all the ponds and canals are frozen over and there isn't such an awful lot of snow so that people have cleared off a lot of patches.  I have done next to nothing for exercise, except a bit of walking for so long that I believe I am getting lazy.

Is there going to be a training center for the R.C.A.F near Battleford or are they mostly in the eastern part?

this is a rather disconnected letter but it is the best I can do today.  Kindly excuse the scribbling and any mistakes or omissions.

Cheerio and don't work too hard.

Love,

Estelles

Sunday, January 18, 2015

World War II Letters Home January 18, 1940 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                            Royal Air Force
                                                                                            Marham
                                                                                            King's Lynn, Norfolk
                                                                                            January 18, 1940

Dear Folks:

I am on my 6 days leave now so I am writing this at Oxford.  There is hardly any snow here but up at Lynn we have about 4 inches.  We had a real snow fall and there are even snow drifts a foot deep.  That is the most snow I have seen since I've been here.

We have been quite busy lately and I just haven't managed to do any letter writing.  I have made quite a few trips to Brooklands, just south of London to get our aircraft petrol tanks armour plated at the Vickers Armstrong Works where they make Wellingtons.  It is very interesting going through the factory.  Everyone has a certain piece of metal and the next one fills them up with rivets - but anyhow they are sure turning them out.

the newer Wellingtons coming out now have 4 guns in each turret instead of 2 or so that gives us 12 guns per aircraft.  I brought a new plane from the works last week all by myself - contrary to Air Ministry orders as each heavy bomber is supposed to carry at least a 1st and 2nd pilot and a W/T operator.  it was a lovely job - flew perfectly.

I had a lot of fun on my way back to our camp - there were 3 of us in formation and we did all sorts of practices - rotating vic, forming echelon and vertical vic etc. - you understand but it is a process of changing formation called 'evasive action' used to make it difficult for fighters to attack us. We also did some low-flying in tight (close) formation and shot up farm houses and villages along the way.  We ran into a large flock of sea gulls and i hit 2 of them or else they hit me - anyway, I dented in the engine cowling a bit and the other hit just below the leading edge of the wing so it did no damage.  When they hit right on the leading edge they make quite a dent.

On the night of the 13th our squadron did its 1st leaflet raid with 1 aircraft and I had the honour to be included.  The Captain was Flight-Sergeant Powell and I was 2nd pilot and 1st navigator.  We left the ground 15 minutes past midnight loaded with nearly 1,500 lbs. of leaflets.  I don't know how many leaflets there were in each packet, probably about 3,000 and there were 297 pkts.  So I suppose there must have been about a million pieces of paper floating down.  If you get out your map of Europe I'll tell you where we went.

From our station we went to Lowestaft which is an exit lane, from there we made good a track of 059' which took us north of Holland about 30 miles;  from there we went east passing just south of Amrum Island and hit the German coast up on the Danish peninsula.. Then from there across country straight to Hamburg.   The ground is all covered with snow,  and although it was a cloudless night there was no moon,  we could make out islands in the sea and see woods and towns quite plainly from 15,000 feet.  Going over Hamburg we got picked up by searchlights a couple times but at 4:00 in the morning they must have been feeling dopey because we didn't get any A.A. fire. From Hamburg we flew south for 40 miles which took us 22 minutes and during which time we delivered our airmail.  I might suppose you think the leaflets fell on Hamburg - well, they didn't.  At the height we were the wind was 35 m.p.h. from east. It took the leaflets 1 hour, 35 minutes to fall and in that time they blew 56 miles west - so according to our previous calculations they should have fallen on Bremen and district.  It isn't just a matter of dropping them at random.

I have some samples of the leaflets as souvenirs and will send you one of each the next time I write as I haven't them with me. We got back to our station at 7:15 in the morning so there was enough light  for us to land without flare path.  We take coffee, sandwiches, raisins, chocolate bars and candy with us to eat on the way and it really tastes good.

the day I came back Doug went to Sandringham near Lynn to play ice-hockey with what he thought would be the local yokels, but to horror and surprise he found himself on a hockey team with the King and a bunch of Lord ups an downs.  He could hardly believe it all.  During a rest period he met the Queen and Princesses and sat on a bench for half an hour chatting with the Queen and having a cigarette with her.  he was so excited when he came home I couldn't imagine what had happened.  We have nicknamed Doug - "Kingle".

Also - still talking of Doug, he is going to get married on the 11th of February, so it looks as if I am going to be alone in the near future.  If you don't mind could you write just a short note to him and sort of wish him well.  he would be very pleased.  While I am thinking about it, I might say that the picture show newsreel the boys saw did not include me as far as I can remember.  Sorry to disappoint anyone - but it must have been 2 other guys.

I haven't our last letter with me and I don't remember whether you asked me any other questions or not.  I get the Free Press that you send and I got the Chicago Heralds.  I have a terrible time hanging on to the funnies until I read them as everyone wants them.  They don't have them in this country.  I got a card from Mrs. John Hootz and also a card and letter from Ada.  That is certainly too had about Vic.  I hope he gets mended soon.

I haven't received any of your parcels yet, but since you sent them to Harwell they are probably being forwarded in stages from there.  I hope they don't get lost anywhere.  I also got a card from Aunt Helen.  I got several pairs of socks and some cigarettes from 2 different families that Doug and I spent some summer holidays with.  Everyone is knitting for the troops these days.

Rationing on bacon, ham and sugar and butter is in force now so whenever we go on leave we have to draw our ration cards. People in the services get about 50% more rations than civilians.  We get per week - meat 5 1/4 lbs. (not rationed yet); bacon and ham 14 oz., sugar 21 oz.  the rations must be adequate as no one seems to be complaining of undernourishment.  Coal was going to be rationed but they have lifted that.  Nearly everything has gone up a bit in price but not a lot,  except silk stockings - their price is about double.  Popular brands of cigarettes cost 1/1 or .27 cents for 20. Petrol is 1/10 (.44 cents) a gallon when you manage to have a coupon.

CENSORED SECTION

Well, I think I have run out of news for this time.  Nearly all the ponds, rivers and canals are frozen over so people are skating a bit.

Take good care of yourselves this winter.

Love,

Estelles

P.S. Renee sends her best regards and says she will write to you one of these days.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

World War II Letters Home December 30, 1939 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                               Royal Air Force
                                                                                               Marham
                                                                                               King's Lynn, Norfolk
                                                                                               December 30, 1939

Dear Folks:

Here it is almost another year, and I have been in England a year and a half.  It has been quite an experience -  more than I have had during any other 18 months in my life.

We have been having a few snow flurries but most of it melts so there is only a trace of snow on the ground,  although the ground has been frozen for over a week,  Some of the fellows here from Australia and New Zealand saw their first snow-fall the other day - it seems hard to believe.  One of them was shuffling around in it and kicking it in the air, he thought it was great novelty.  The fresh crisp air now is much more comfortable than the raw, damp weather we have  been having.

I was supposed to go on another 'sweep' over the North Sea this morning in search of the German fleet but for some reason it was cancelled.  We don't do any raids (this group) over German ports anymore;  we are just doing coastal patrols and 'sweeps' or searches.

You ought to see us when we get all bundled up for a flight just like the fat teddy bears.  We put our leather fur lined trousers and jackets.  Over our jackets go our life saving jackets, which have inflatable linings (we call them 'Mae West' in the R.A.F.).  Then on top of all this goes our parachutes harness.  Oh yes, we also wear our fur-lined flying boots.  It makes us so fat we can hardly squeeze into the aircraft, but the worst part is trying to move around inside;  the snaps of our harness get caught on every pipe and bit of wiring that is possible.  Never-the-less, all this gear keeps us comfortably warm, so no one tries to dispense with any part of it.  I'll send you some photos one of these days.  I haven't sent you any lately, have I?  Our trips usually last about 5 hours, so we take sandwiches, chocolate bars, raisins and thermos flasks of hot tea along.  There never seems to be much left when we get back.

Doug and I are still a reserve crew so we haven't taken our aircraft on any raids yet.  So far we have been changing about flying with other crews when one is sick or away on leave.  Actually Doug is the Captain of our crew and I am 2nd pilot navigator - but it doesn't make any difference as we will change over in the air as 5 hours is a long time to sit at the wheel.  All of our flying times go in our log books as first pilot was we are both 1st pilot night and day.  We had our crew increased now so besides us, we have a sergeant observer who is a navigator and also operates the centre gun turret when it is lowered, 2 air gunners (front and rear) and a wireless. We have a new type of wireless installed in our planes now and it is very good.  It can be over on a number of positions, so that all the crew can hear orders coming over the air, or so that the crew are in intercommunication and just the  W/T operator can hear the wireless, and also so that the pilot can speak over the wireless, etc.   Anyhow, it is much better then the old sets.

Since petrol rationing doesn't allow enough coupons to make it worth while keeping a car going, nearly everyone on the station secretly wangles their due share of aviation spirit.  It sure is peppy dope - so they install a pair of check reins on the car just in case it tries to take off.  If you know the ropes you can wangle nearly anything - petrol, oil, antifreeze, grease jobs, repair work and lots of other things - only you don't want to be caught openly - as King's Regulations say what you shouldn't or can't do legally.

I sent a whole bunch of Christmas cards again this year - I don't know why though - as none of the ones I sent last Christmas ever thought that I would at least like to get a card from them, except Mr. Laing and Dorothy.  They are sending me some candy, cake and cigarettes - I guess the others haven't time to even say hello.  They like to know what I am doing, etc. but they don't think I might like to hear from them.  what has happened to Vernon, I haven't heard from him for some time.

In 2 of your letters, Mom, you have mentioned about me getting some stripes on my arm - 'at least one'- surely you must know that I have had a stripe for 16 months.  I have only 8 months before I become a flying officer, then I have a wider stripe - about 3/4 of an inch.  By that time I may even be Acting Flight-Lieutenant, which is 2 wide stripes - of course, that is being optimistic.

I played bridge last night with a squadron leader and a couple of flying officers and I just got drawn into another game tonight with the squadron leader, a civilian and a Lieutenant from the Army and did quite alright as we won the game also I am 1/16 (one shilling and sixpence) the richer.

It is a nearly 12 o'clock and I must go to bed as tomorrow night we are having a dinner dance here and also I am Squadron Duty Officer so I won't get much sleep.

I haven't received any parcels yet but they will quite likely be here in a couple of days.  I haven't sent your parcels yet so I suppose they will be about a month late.  I hope you don't mind too much as I don't get a chance to do much shopping.  The shops are usually all closed by the time we get out of camp.

I didn't have any cranberries with my Christmas turkey but I'll bet you did,  I wish I could have enjoyed Christmas dinner with you this year - I am getting hungry for a  real meal.

Best Wishes for 1940.

As Ever, Love
Estelles

Friday, December 19, 2014

World War II Letters Home December 19, 1939 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                               Royal Air Force
                                                                                               Marham
                                                                                              King's Lynn, Norfolk
                                                                                              December 19, 1939

Dear Esther:

I am afraid I haven't been keeping up my writing very regularly - It is the same old story - so much "flap" and duties that it is a bit hard to take time off.   I am living in one of the rooms in a married officers block and it is a way from the mess so it isn't very convenient to run back and forth.

It doesn't look as if this Christmas is going to be much like the last one, but I guess it is no use complaining.  Last week-end I spent a few days at Oxford with Renee and then we went to Bedford to Roddy Ross'  wedding, where I was best man.  After the wedding, Doug, Renee and I went to London, as that was the only way we could make train connections and we stayed there over night in the Strand Palace Hotel, which is a very nice place.   Renee went home alone to Oxford and Doug and I caught the train back here.

I think I will be getting a 3 day leave at Christmas so I am going to spend it at Oxford,  Oh yes, I meant to mention that Roddy and his crew went down somewhere Helogoland yesterday.  Some of the crews of the different aircraft that wee lost have been rescued - that is - the ones that were still alive but Ii don't know whether he was one of them or not.  Pretty tough on his wife.  I have lost so many acquaintances and friends during the last week that I can hardly keep track of them.  Most of them are scattered around at so many different stations that it is almost impossible to find out who doesn't return - that is, when all of them don't do so. Until lately we have been quite fortunate as all of the formations nearly always returned, but the last few days this Heligoland and Whilhelmshaven business has wiped out a big percentage of our aircraft and crews.  Maybe it should be left alone for awhile until the "big bugs" think up a better scheme of attacking it.

I guess I had better lay off these war stories.  I don't suppose you want to hear them or do you?  As usual the papers are a lot of lies and propaganda - you can't believe half you read.  They give vivid descriptions of all sorts of heroism's, cut our casualties in half and double our victories of the enemy.  News is published about a week late if it manages to get past the censor.  Three weeks after the first Canadian army contingent came over here it was made known publicly.  I suppose all this is typical of the English press.

I am on duty in the operations room tonight - that is why I have time to write.  I suppose you wonder what the operations room is,  well, it is the headquarters for all our orders and information during the war.  Each station has an operations room and each command (bomber, fighter, reconnaissance, etc.) has a controlled operational center, and of course the whole thing being controlled by the Air Ministry.

We often get called at 5:00 or 6:00 o'clock in the morning to standby for a raid or patrol upon an hours notice.  Half of nearly all the time we just keep standing by all day and don't get out though.  When we leave the station, which we may do every night, we have to leave an address, eg. Royal Cinema, pub or where ever we might be, so that we can be recalled within 2 hours.  Generally when the crews are wanted back the local police give us their full co-operation and go around to all the cinema and pubs and chase everyone home.  It is not very often anyone gets recalled at night though because our group is all day bombers,  so we don't go on night raids.

We haven't had any air raids since I have been at this station but they are bound to come sooner or later - anyhow, let 'em come!

I have managed to get all my Christmas cards sent away the other day but I haven't been able to get any parcels mailed yet.  I am afraid there won't be much in the line of presents for anyone this year - I find it so hard to think of anything that is worth sending - seeing how shipping and mail is so uncertain.  I am going to write my bank and try to send you a monthly payment until I get straightened out.  It seems to be a next to impossible to pay each months mess bill.  I never spend much money but it sure seems to go.

This has the markings of a very morbid letter but I can't really think of anything funny to write about tonight - probably next time.  My bed is right next to this desk here and the telephone switchboard is at my elbow so while everything is quiet I'll try to catch up on my sleep.

Try to drop me  a letter, even if it is only one line,  each week because it seems that I never get any mail any more.

By the time you get this you most likely will have finished celebrating the New Year - anyhow I hope you have a swell time.

Best Wishes and Love
Your Brother
Estelles


Wednesday, September 3, 2014

World War II Letters Home September 3, 1939 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                      Royal Air Force
                                                                                      Stockton - on - Tees
                                                                                      Yorkshire
                                                                                       September 3 ,1939

Dear Folks:

I have just finished dinner do thought I would write a little news before I went to bed as I got off night duty at 6 o'clock this morning and am going on again at 6 this afternoon.

I suppose the big news is rebroadcast there almost immediately after we hear it so I don't need to write about it.  At 11:00 a.m. the Prime Minister issued a proclamation in view of the ultimatum which was given Germany,  that  "a state of war exists."

I don't suppose I shall be doing any flying for a while at least not as long as i am working in operations room. Every morning about 5 or 6 o'clock we send out a dawn patrol of 9 Ansons on Reconnaissance.  They are on the look-out for all activities in the North Sea.  They leave the coast here and fly on parallel tracks about 6 miles apart for 160 miles out and then return.  The whole coast is patrolled in this way.  The crews are trained so that they can recognize at a glance what type of class any ship is that they see and how many and what size guns it carries.  They are able to do this depending on the visibility of course, up to a distance of 10 miles and from height up to 12,000 feet.  These fellows know all the fleets of every country.

We are all packing up our civilian clothes as we will only be wearing uniforms from now on.  We also have to have with us at all times our gas masks and anti-gas clothing which is a rubber cap, coat, eye shields and a can of anti-gas ointment.  The reason for the waterproof equipment is that some of the gases, including mustard gas, comes in liquid form and has great penetrating powers; it even soaks through leather and wood.  Gas attacks aren't very likely but at least it is a protection.

Every night is a black out.  All street lights and other visible lights in buildings are put out or else the windows, etc. have to be covered sot that not a ray of light escapes.  Cars crawl around using their park lights that are half covered over;  some of the cares use their head lamps but these are covered with cardboard of black paint so that only small slits light the road.    Trains, buses, and trolleys all have their windows painted over so you can hardly see them, except for a faint orange or blue light.

There is a  balloon barrage (or was, I mean) of 8 balloons about 4 miles from here over Middlesboro and yesterday when we were having tea we also had a thunderstorm.  Of course everyone was watching the balloons when it started to lightning and we weren't disappointed.  Inside of 15 minutes 6 balloons were struck;  I saw 2 strikes and they went down in flames.  The operators couldn't get in the lorries to wind the cables in because the lightning naturally coming down the cables would at least have given them a bad jolt, so nothing could be done about it.  I didn't read anything about it in the papers this morning - probably they aren't publishing that sort of news now.  The balloons were nearly a mile high and were filled with hydrogen so they made a large blaze as they sank.

Monday, July 14, 2014

World War Letters Home July, 1939 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                                      Royal Air Force
                                                                                                      Officer's Mess
                                                                                                      Stradishall, Newmarket
                                                                                                      Suffolk
                                                                                                      July, 1939
Dear Dad and Richard:

I got a letter from Mama at Crete.  It was a surprise to me.  I hope it isn't going to be too hard on her staying with Grandma.  If Grandma happens to go I think Mom should stay down for about a month so she can take things easy for once and be able to visit some of here old friends.  It would do here a lot of good.  It means you will have to get someone to do the house work but that wouldn't hurt you for a month or 2.

I am in 75 squadron and have just moved from Honington to Stradishall - the whole squadron moved - aeroplanes, men, equipment, everything.  I am Officer in charge of the photographic section and equipment and I also have 2 air men's barrack blocks on my charge, that includes all furniture, beds, etc., and I have been busy for the last 2 days checking inventories - what a job!

We have been kicked out on leave while the squadron officers etc. get settled down. I've only had a fortnight leave yet and we are supposed to get 2 months each year so I don't think a week and a half will hurt me.  Doug and I are going in the car to a place near Norwich where an elderly couple live.   They ha a nice cabin cruiser on the river and Doug and I are going to sleep in it.  The cruiser has a small (really small) kitchen, toilet and wash basin, storage room, a room with 2 single beds, table and radio.  It has a marine 4 cylinder motor and does about 10 m.p.h.  I'll send you a picture of it.

I have in quite a few hours as 2nd pilot in Harrows while we were taking them away and bringing back Wellingtons.  As soon as I get back from leave I will be taking dual on Wellingtons.  They are a very fine machine;  they cruise at 215 m.p.h  Cruising them at 180 m.p.h they have a range of 3,200 miles.

We will be doing long range exercises after a while, going over to Egypt, etc. and back.  Probably we may start flying to Canada and back sometime.  I'd do anything to be able to fly to Canada in a Wellington.

I'll be sending some more aeroplane magazines from time to time - We have a new brick mess here but about half a dozen of us are living in a new wooden hut.  We have new furniture and bedding in our rooms so they are quite alright.  The big drawback is this part of the country is drinking water.  The water here has to be bottled before we can drink it.  It is so hard and full of iron the glasses  and water jugs yellow.

This place is about 60 miles NE of London and about 25 miles E of Cambridge (the college town).  Otherwise the villages are about the size of Tadmore and Hassan, but they are plenty numerous if that means anything.  The crops that are, look quite good here.

What do things look like around Stenen?  Don't you have any friends?  You never say boo about anyone - how about getting down to it and writing be a decent letter for once?  I want you to write about everything and if you don't send me a 6 page letter when your answer this - well I'm going to quit writing too - that should be a good bargain.

The siren has just finished wailing - so that means it's diner time, so here goes.

Take care of yourselves.


                                                                    Love,

                                                                    Estelles

Friday, June 13, 2014

World War II Letters Home June 13, 1939 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                       School of Air Navigation
                                                                                       Royal Air Force
                                                                                       Manston, Kent
                                                                                      June 13, 1939

Dear Folks:

I got your letter of May 21 today, it took 23 days to get here - I don't know why.  It shouldn't take over 21 or 14 days, but as long as I get them I don't mind.

In another 2 1/2 weeks I'll leaving Manston unless I get on Astro course which I don't think is very likely as they are only taking 2 or 3 out of our class of 45.  I may be fortunate enough to come back for it later on after I am at a Squadron.  Anyhow,  I'll be able to get my 2nd class Navigator's License after I leave here so that will be alright (I hope)!)

We are night flying tonight.  I think that I am 1st navigator.  I am not sure as I haven't seen the program yet.  We take off at 10:30 and get back about 1:00 a.m.  We won't have to get up until 9:00 o'clock tomorrow.  From here we got to Wyton, Bircham, Newton and return.  These places are about 90 miles north and a little west of here, just south of the Wash.  It's jolly fine flying over towns at night, some of them  make pretty patterns.  I mean the street lights, as some are rows of blue arc-lights, others are yellow (fog lights), others are just like ordinary white ones.  the big red and blue neon signs show up very plainly too.  We tell how much the wind is blowing us off course by watching these lights on the ground as they pass down the drift wires on the the bomb sight.  Then all we have to do is alter course to one side or other to counteract this drift - that makes our actual path in the correct direction.

We usually have a different pilot every trip, some of them aren't as good as others, but with a bit of complicated navigating we usually manage to get within a couple miles of our destination.  When we fly over the North Sea our courses are generally from 1 light ship to another.  Light ships are anchored vessels with fog sirens and flashing beacons on them - used for marine navigation.  Sometimes when we come to a light ship that is a turning point for us, the pilot goes down and "shoots it up" (you should know by now what that means).  The other day our pilot gave us an exhibition for real flying - he came so close to this Dutch light ship that I thought he was going to cut the ropes off the masts.  I guess these keepers on the vessels get pretty lonesome - when they saw us coming they hoisted the Dutch flag as a salute to us, and stood on deck waving to us.  When about 3 or 4 planes start shooting up a passenger ship, everyone comes up on deck and waves their hands off - maybe they are trying to shoo us away.

As soon as I remember to buy some glue, I have a few magazines I want to send to you, also my Commission signed by the King.

I'm sorry about Mrs. Mackay not receiving my Christmas card because I did send her one, in fact she was about the 1st one in Stenen that I thought of sending one.  I'll write her a little letter and send her a photo - that will make her feel good, I betcha!

Well, I am going to get washed up for supper, then I'll do a bit of studying before we go up tonight.  I'll write some more again tomorrow.  Probably I'll know some  more news.

JUNE 15

We didn't fly Tuesday night as per schedule so it will be either tonight or tomorrow night.  All our our day-navigation is completed so there is the one night trip to do.  During the next fortnight we will be struggling through our final exams.

Our squadron leader instructor said today that we would probably be posted at Honington in Norfolk for a month or 2 after leaving here.  We will be putting in day and night time as 2nd pilot to qualify as 1st pilot for twin engines when we finally get transferred to our squadrons.  I think that we will most likely fly Harrows (not the line you have in the field).

I saw in today's paper that Kingie and Queenie think Prince Edward Island is a very fine spot, also that they intend to revisit Canada and take the Princesses with them.

I am enclosing one of my mess bills just to give you and idea of how they mount up.  Sometimes they are more and sometimes less, this is a fair average though.

I can't find anything else lying around that I can send and I don't know what else to write about so I guess I'll just have to quit.  It's about time Richard and Dad struggled through another letter - isn't it??  How's the flu Richard - has it still gotcha?  Will write again next week.


As Ever, Love,

Estelles

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

World War II Letters Home June 11, 1939 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                        School of Air Navigation
                                                                                         Royal Air Force
                                                                                        Manston, Kent
                                                                                       June 11, 1939

Dear Esther:

It's been a dog's age since  I heard from your or the folks, at least so it seems,  so I'll scribble off a few lines in hopes of getting some news during the week.

The time is sure flying at this place - another 3 or 4 weeks and we'll be finished unless I can wangle my way into an Astrological Navigation course - which looks rather doubtful at the present.  I still don't know where I am going to be posted.  I have a half a notion to apply for a posting abroad, somewhere in Egypt or India, but I don't know just yet what to do.  Toward the end of this month I will be a Pilot Officer and get a raise in pay which should help a little in spite of the fact that the value of money is practically nil in this country.  On the average I find that a pound doesn't go any further than one good Canadian dollar, but I guess it is no use grumbling.

I suppose you have read all about I.R.A bomb outrages that are continually taking place and about the terrible disaster of the Thetis.  The headlines this morning's paper read "King receives craziest welcome ever".  These damn Englishmen give me a heck of a pain sometimes where I sit down.  As a whole, I think the English are rather narrow-minded and their  outlook is very local.  Seeing that I have to live with them I have to make the best of it.  One consolation is that they all aren't quite as bad as the big shots, government etc.

We had a fairly good shower last night - it is quite remarkable seeing that it hasn't rained for a whole month.  We (meaning our class) have been up on 2 night flying navigation trips of about 2 1/2 hours each.  These coastal towns and others look quite beautiful at night from above, with all their colored lights.  Some rows of street lights are yellow (fog lights) and others white, and blue (arc lights) and some just dim (gas lights), believe it or not and they make beautiful patterns weaving in and out.  The big red or blue neon signs show up for a long way.  Over the sea there are dozens of flashing beacons,  from light vessels and market buoys.  We distinguish them by color, the number of flashes and the time intervals of flashing etc., so they're not just light.

Do you still write to Uncle Richard?  How is he getting along.  Is he working and has he moved to the farm? all along the sea-coast in the towns there are all sorts of side-shows,  gambling devices, and rides (roller coasters, etc.); it is just like going to a fair.  I haven't been on any of them yet but I suppose I'll have to treat myself some week-end.

People don't live in cottages at the sea shore here - they drive down for the day and rent a chalet (bathing hut), that is, unless they stay at a hotel.  They don't know how to really enjoy themselves like we do.  On Sunday's the beaches are covered so thick with people lying about, you can hardly walk around without stepping on some one's neck or fat lady's bottom.  It is most peculiar but nearly every other bazaar or kiosk along the beach sells comic bathing postcards.  I thought they were done with bustles,  but apparently not.  They also sell pails and wooden spades to dig the sandy shore.  To my notion I think this race is born 40 years too soon!

There are a lot of dance pavilions that are quite nice,  but the English are rotten dancers - they try to imitate the Americans in the "Big Apple", etc. and to say the least they make a horrible mess of it.  For some reason or other they lack a certain rhythm in their dancing.  Look what the Americans did to the Lambeth Walk - it isn't even the same dance over there;  here it is just a "ring around a rosie".  Well, i guess I've done enough knocking so I'll forget it.

I had supper and I have just returned from a 6 mile walk with a chap from New Zealand.  My camera has taken a back seat lately;  I have been doing very little picture taking so I am sorry I haven't any snaps to send along this time.  I've promised myself a new camera for a long time but haven't made the grade yet.

How is everything going at home?  Has Richard finally decided to stay at home and settle down or what?  I see that the R.C.A.F. are starting up a short service commission.  I don't know what the requirements are, but if his health is alright, he could find out about trying to join up there if he wants to.  I didn't encourage him about getting in here or the Navy - because I know better what the services are now  and it isn't worth it unless you can get in when your are younger.

Well Sis, I think I'll sign off and read a bit before going to bed.  Please write regularly like you did before you went home,  because I don't get much mail and its nice to hear from you.

With Love,

Estelles

Saturday, May 17, 2014

World War II Letters Home May 17, 1939 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                            School of Air Navigation
                                                                                            Royal Air Force
                                                                                            Manston, Kent
                                                                                            May 17, 1939

Dear Folks:

It seems like I always manage to be a little late in writing letters.  The trouble is that I usually forget what I wrote in my last letter, but I guess that doesn't matter.

this is quite a nice place to be here;  it is only 3 miles from Margate and Ramsgate - both are really summer resorts.  People come from all over to spend the week-end at the seaside.  Last week-end Doug and i went to Uxbridge by car to rest the Canadians that are going abroad - that is - to Egypt or somewhere in the Middle East.

On our way home we stopped at Windsor where where Windsor Castle and Eton College are.  Eton is where all the little boys wear top hats and large white collars.  It is very funny to see them walking about all dressed up.  We went through the St. George's Chapel at Windsor Castle and saw the tomb inside the church where King George V is buried.  We also went all around the grounds.  Being Sunday they wouldn't let us go through the chambers, throne room, state bedrooms, etc.  Some week day I may do that though.  Windsor Castle is the largest or one of the largest castles in the world.  It is situated on top of a hill.

Did I tell you I went in swimming in the sea a couple weeks ago - that was the first time in my life.  It was quite cold and tasted awfully salty, ph-oo-ee!  After my hair dried it was white with salt.

That's funny about the age limit for joining up being put back to 26 because as far as I know it is still 28 over here.

The navigation is going pretty good. Yesterday we went for a 2 1/2 hour navigation trip.  I suppose we covered about 350 miles and only saw the sea or land about half the time;  we were in the clouds when we turned on 2 of our courses.  I was 1st navigator and Doug was 2nd navigator.  We took back bearings on objects we passed over to find out what track we were making good and to see how much we were drifting.  After we got over the North Sea we dropped smoke floats and took back bearings on them.  We found out a good wind speed and direction.  We steered 4 courses and I only ave 1 alteration of 4' in our course.  When we came back we were right dead over the aerodrome and only a few minutes under our E.T.A - which means (estimated time of arrival).

Empire Air Day, is on the 20th of this month.  That is the Air Force "At Home" day everyone is invited to inspect Air Force Stations.  There will be all sorts of flying, etc. going on.  I wish you were all here to see what it is like.  I have found out that I haven't had enough training so am just a little too slow to take part in the sports day, at least I don't think I will.

So jack Hootz has Dunc working for him, well, I wouldn't be afraid to bet they won't last long together; either Jack's temper of his business will give out, but I hope he makes good.

So you can't figure out how the wheel works on the steering column Richard, well, here's how it goes;  the rudder bar which every a/c has just controls the rudder which is hinged  to the fin;  the forward and backward movement of the stick controls the elevators which moves up and down, the sideways motion of the stick moves ailerons which are mounted on the trailing edge of the wings. In a place with a wheel the stick does not move sideways, the reason being that there isn't enough room so they put a wheel or part of a wheel on the stick so when you turn the wheel it works the ailerons - savvy? Try it the next time you go up.  Here's how to go into a spin - pull the stick slowly back (without engine) until the a/c stalls - just as it sort of prepared to not to go any more, put on full right or left rudder and pull the stick hard back - it will immediately go into a spin - don't get woozy OOOO.  To come out just centralize the rudder and east the sick ahead - not hard, is it.

One of our Junior Term at B. Norton 'wrote off' an Oxford awhile back while night flying.  All he got out of it was a broken wrist and a few cuts.  From the gun turret forward the a/c was just small pieces - they couldn't find the one wing - it was in such small pieces.  They just take so much and no more.  After they found him, he asked if the plane was broken (he's another crazy Canuck) and when they told him, he says "well, just put it on my mess bill, boys!" Such a clown he is, always some foolishness.

I suppose you have read the papers, I sent the King and Queen over to Canada for a holiday, so treat them nice.  Anyhow, they saw a few icebergs on the way.

I suppose you have the new horses sweating in the harness seeding.  Have you much plowing to do this spring?

I think one of these days I am going to get measured up for a suit.  I am still wearing the one i got in Regina.  I can get a pretty good one for 50 or 60 shillings.  I also have to get some shirts the only shirts I bought are 3 still fronts and 3 service shirts.

Well, I guess i am getting unwound for today.  They have raised the tax (licenses) on cars here to 25 shillings per h.p. How would you like to pay for the license that 40 h.p. Buick at that rate besides about 9 or 10 pounds for insurance which is compulsory? Probably, maybe, you wouldn't run it.

Take care of yourselves and tell me all about the farm.


Love,

Estelles

Friday, May 2, 2014

World War II Letters Home May 2, 1939 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                                School of Navigation
                                                                                                Royal Air Force
                                                                                                Manston, Kent
                                                                                                May 2, 1939

Dear Folks:

Well, I'll see what I write about today.  I have got settled down fairly well now and back to school again.  Geometry, trigonometry, a bit of algebra, meteorology (weather and all about instruments such as air speed indicator, altimeter, etc. - that is what we are trying to digest now.  I thought I was through school about 9 years ago but by the looks of it I am just starting.  Some day when I get the notion I'll try to describe some navigational work and how it is done.

I thought we would be through with fog and rain when we left Catfoss but it is the same here now, although it was real nice when we first came.  Rambling around (in Doug's car) this country I have found out that there are a lot of old fashioned Dutch windmills through here.  I'll take some pictures as soon as we get sunshine again.  It is only 44 degrees above today - so with this drizzle you can imagine how raw and unpleasant it is.

There is to be a station field day here on the 25th of this month so I have decided to go back on track and see if I can still pace off a mile.  I am going in training starting today, so I should be able to get back into form in a sort of way.  I'll let you know how I am getting along a couple of weeks from now.

I still haven't got a letter from you, I suppose my mail is being held up at Brize Norton waiting to be sent here. I got a letter from Frank Jordan, he is in the bank at Schrieber, Ontario.  He said that Peggy Brass has been hired as a stewardess on the Trans-Canada Airlines,

I think I told you in my last letter about meeting Sir Frank Madge when I stayed with Fraser -- well, he is saving beer bottle caps and i was wondering if you could get all the different kinds possible (in good condition) and stuff them into a box and send them to me.  He would really appreciate having them as that is one of his hobbies, besides making model aeroplanes, goldfish, carrier pigeons, yachting, etc. - anyhow, see what you can do.

Now to answer Esther's questions - I am presuming that she is at home.  At the dances here they do a lot of crazy things, I don't mean crazy - ha! ha!;  I mean crazy  - peculiar!  They try to truck and jitterbug but it ain't in 'em.  They try to do the rumba and tango but not with much success - they have a crazy dance step that they do to everything almost.  when they waltz, it's old-fashioned and besides that all they do is Lambeth Walk, Under the Chestnut Tree, Paul Jones (circle one-step), Blackpool Waltz -- all they are is just a bunch of kids "ring around a rosie game" stuff.  At a dance when everyone is in evening dress - Tux and Tails, the girls always wear long frocks (not dresses, I'll have you understand!)

But at an ordinary shilling dance you see everything from sports jackets to Tux and evening frocks to short skirts.  One noticeable thing over here is that very few girls wear slacks.  English girls do have fairly good complexions in some ways but they have no color;  most of hem look pretty pasty under the paint.  Most of them dress quite well.  You see, the Englishmen is a great person for changing his attire about 3 or 4 times daily - you seldom see them in one outfit from morning 'til night.  I suppose you wonder what a sports jacket is, well, that means a tweed coat and grey flannel trousers,  and a dinner jacket means a Tuxedo suit.  Sweater coats and pullovers are as rare as hen's teeth, and about the only time a leather jacket is worn is for playing golf.  When they have hunt meets (fox hunting to you) they twin with red and blue or black hunting coats and wear derby's or top hats. Just like you see in the pictures of English hunting. I have seen a couple of hounds, although to me they are the height of stupidity.  Probably it is like eating raw oysters, you have to get used to it and like it.

Last Friday Doug and I went up as passengers in an Avro Anson. They are a little larger than an Oxford, especially inside.  Anyhow, our pilot went out over the sea and we 'shot up' a couple of his majesty's battle ships, besides numerous small boats and fishing schooner.  Then we went over to Hatfield, Hanworth, Brooklands, Croydon and Eastchurch; then we scooted along the water below the cliffs and shot up the battle ships again before coming in to land.  We were supposed to be doing a bit of navigation by map reading.

We won't get much time in the air this first month.  I think we will be going up this Friday again to take back bearings and find drift on different courses.  I'll explain that another time.

We are having a mess dance here on April 5.  I don't know what it will be like yet - most likely all the local bar maids and bathing beauties will be along - that is - if they are invited.  You know these are very formal affairs, and now that we are out of F.T.S we can't act like boys anymore - we are supposed to be gentlemen.

Well I guess I've shot enough line for now, so it's you turn next.  By the end of next month I will be a P.O. which is nice because it means an increase of 2/10 or 3s in pay per day.  I hope all of you are feeling A1, like myself.

                                                                                      As Ever, Love,
                                                                                      Estelles

Friday, April 18, 2014

World War II Letters Home April 18, 1939 - Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                       No. 2 Flying Training School
                                                                                        Royal Air Force
                                                                                        Brize Norton, Oxford
                                                                                       April 18, 1939

Dear Folks:

If I don't start writing soon I'll forget how.  It is ages since I have written any letters in spite of all my intentions.  I was going to write Papa a letter for his birthday and it was too late t get it in time so I was going to send a birthday greeting by Cablegram but decided against it - so in the end i didn't do a thing - very sorry, Dad, but I still wish you many happy returns.

Our armament camp at Catfoss turned out to be a 'wash out'.  We had so much fog, low clouds and rain that we only got up a few times.  I did 1 bombing exercise and dropped 8 bombs about 60 yards from the target and I did one air-firing exercise.  So there wasn't much excitement.  We spent most of our time eating and sleeping and going to a few shows and dances.  I also read quite a few books.

I flew back from Catoss and arrived here about 1:30.  Joe Fraser invited me to spend the week-end with him so I caught the 4:30 train to London where Joe met me - he left here on train about 2 hours before I did.  Anyhow, after he met me we went to a club where his family and a few aunts etc. were having dinner - a very elaborate affair,  after which we went to a play - (Royal Circle seats) and saw "Quiet Wedding". It was fairly good.  Then we went out to Joe's home - a large 3 storey stone house kept by a half dozen servants, butlers, Gardener, etc.  The grounds were very nice.  Mr. Fraser is very keen on gardening - mostly flowers.  On one side is a very pretty rock garden surrounding a small pond. The house is very nice inside with the usual English ways of living.  I think I am beginning to like it for some reason or other.  I suppose in 4 years I'll be a pronounced Englishman.

We were reminded of meals and tea by the sound of a big brass cymbal that someone pounded on.  It could be heard all over the house and all around the grounds.  Every morning the butler brought my cup of tea and biscuit and polished my shoes.  After having my tea I got up and had my bawth - you see I was in the 'Blue Room'.  All in all it was a great week-end, very 'posh' indeed.  One afternoon we went over to Sir Frank and Lady Madge's estate.  They were out sailing on the lake.  After they came in we went up to the house in a beautiful sun room and had some cocktails while we were looking at their tropical fish, etc..  It sure is great the way the people with money live a life of ease over here.

All last week we were dashing around the station returning publications  and getting clearance forms signed; also we drew our camp equipment which is ours for good - consisting of a tent, folding cot, blankets and a collapsible bath tub.  I only hope we never have to live in it.  On the week-end I went home with Joe Fraser again and stayed until Sunday afternoon.  His sister had a birthday party on Saturday night so Doug and another Canuck came down for the party and went back that night.  I met a coupe of Australian girls there and they were very interesting conversationalists - not the type that is in Canada - they were well educated and of the upper classes.  It is really great meeting different kinds of people like that.  I never thought that I could appreciate so much, but it is a great education in itself.

One thing that is very noticeable over here is the fact that the young folks have mentality and a viewpoint of persons much older then they are.  You  would take most of the young people here to be about 5 years older than they are.

The place in London where those wax figures are is Madame Tussuad (spelled something like that).  I haven't been there yet but will do sometime and have tea with one of her hostesses.  It is a wonderful place to meet people.  There are a lot of places in London I haven't been to see yet - but will this summer.

I don't do any mechanical work except give a little advice on some of the boys' cars.  After my 4 years are up I am though over here.  After that all I do is put in a few weeks flying every in Canadian Air Force, that is unless I happen to get a job over here or get a P.C. (Permanent Commission) which is rather hard.  But I think if I get the chance I would take it.  Since Esther may be home by now or will be home soon I won't duplicated this letter by writing to P.A.  She always writes nice letters and I am glad to hear from her.

We have been having marvelous weather since we left Catfoss, it has been so warm.  The trees that did shed their leaves are putting them back on again and blossoms are coming out all over.  Soon England will be a mass of flowers and roses again.

Richard, you asked me what the round-shaped thing in the roof was, well, that is a shield and the '2-holes' in it are orange colored lights for lighting up the cabin for night flying - the reason they are orange is that they are not visible to another aircraft.  Actually it isn't necessary to use lights as all the instruments are luminous.  The reason we have to wear goggles is in case it is raining hard or ice forms on the windscreen and windows - we can put our heads out so that we can see, so we have to have our goggles although I don't suppose they are ever used much.  When I am flying alone I just wear my service cap and take my helmet along.  The "hood" on the plane doesn't slide back but there are 2 windows on each side that slide back and the triangular window near the front turns open.  The windows are made of perspex - a heavy celluloid.

Yes, we get asked a lot of questions about Canada, as usual.  Sometimes we tell them the truth and other times we "hand it out" - tell them about the Indians barging in our dances, picnics, etc. and going after our scalps - that's why we carry 6-shooters.  That picture Mom sent of the huge grasshopper was pretty good - some of these blokes actually believed it - of course I verified the facts.

(Some more answers) Petrol means fuel - known in Canada as gasoline (or gas).  The price runs from 1-5 to 1-11 a gallon that's shillings and pence - now you figure it out - between .34 cents and .38 cents.

I don't know how it feels to have the title "Officer" because I haven't felt it yet - I guess it's just like the title "Farmer".

As far as having a servant - I don't know, but if you mean batman - well, he's indispensable.  You know what I mean - I couldn't lower myself by making my bed, cleaning my room, fetching my own water or by putting coal on my fire - that's what 'es for', ahem!

Oh yes, another question to answer: In England you don't cut-up at a dance like around Stenen - Oh! my deah, it simple isn't done - don't you know!

So you think Hitler has everything he wants now do you?  And you think he wants peace!  Well, let me tell you Hitler isn't half what he wants - neither has Benito.  They have both bluffed Chamberlain right properly.  As far as war goes he is crazy enough to try anything - but he isn't liking for Britain to growl at him too loud, see!  I think if you look at the situation right and if Hitler doesn't come to war soon - well, his day is soon over.  He has worked Germany into a fervor and got so far but now what can be do?  I think he has found a "cul de sac" or a blind street - he has lost an objective.  There might be a few little moves he can make but when that is over so are his big ideas.  I don't see how there can be a war but anyway, England is prepared.

For instance, I'll tell you a little bit of official secret dope on our anti-craft guns.  The 3.5 (inches) gun has a range of 30,000 feet which is the ceiling of most aircraft and the 4.5 gun has a range of 40,000 feet.  I suppose you will say there isn't much chance of hitting an aircraft that high when you can't even see it, and flying anywhere between 200 and 400 m.p.h - well, there isn't, but this is how it works:  the aircraft detectors which are super sensitive ears with lots of dials and gauges can tell the height  and location of an a/c and the speed and course can be found and knowing the wind speed and direction, everything is accounted for.  Then a battery consisting of a 8 guns firing 30 shells  a piece per minuted with shells that are timed by some means to explode at a certain altitude start firing.  When the first shell burst there are just 32 more already on the way - not very comfortable, I should say.  But the main point is (I suppose you are wondering about the direct hit or the shrapnel) - well, there isn't any - but the concussion is so great within the radius of 60 or more yards that it is enough to wreck an a/c.  they just get tossed about and caved in like a piece of tissue paper.  This is an idea of our anti-aircraft protection, besides which of course there is the balloon barrages within their steel nets and our own defensive fight in a/c.

The Wellington Bombers which I hope to get on have a cruising speed of about 250 to 300 m.p.h. for a period of 18 hours with - i don't know how many tons of bombs.  They are equipped with sets (not one) of machine guns front, rear and in the middle - I don't think.  Oh well, why worry about war - but  am in the mood for writing so I hope you don't mind reading this rubbish.

I bought a cheap English sports coat last week for 15 bob (for Richard's benefit $3.75).  They are made of a sort of coarse home-spun yarns - a good jacket coast about 4 5shillings.

About 6 of us on 'heavies' are going to Manston on the 25th of this month.  In the meantime we are posted here on super numerary duties.  All we do is get up and eat and what ever else we care to do.  All it means is that instead of going on leave we have this time for later on instead of taking it off our summer's leave, which I hope we will get after we leave Manston.


Saturday, February 22, 2014

World War II Letters Home February 22, 1939-Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                                      No. 2 Flying Training School
                                                                                                      Royal Air Force
                                                                                                      Brize Norton
                                                                                                      February 22, 1939
Dear Folks:

As there is nothing doing this evening and besides it is raining, so will try to scribble off a few lines.  We have had real decent weather for the last few weeks but I suppose we will have a nice wet spell again.

Flying is going real well.  Most of work is bombing practice and Camera - gun from the gun turret.  For Camera gun the pilot flies about 100 ft. off the ground and a hundred yards away from 2 targets, while the gunner "shoots" them.  Bombing - we go up to 6,000 ft. and after finding wind speed and direction (W/S & D) we set it on the bomb sight and the bomb aimer directs the pilot over the target.  Instead of dropping a bomb, the bomb aimer presses a button which sets off a sort of photo flash bulb.  This is recorded in the plotting office (which is the target) and then they calculate where it would have fallen if it were a real bomb.  It is not very easy but Doug and I have been getting fairly good results.

(Stay tuned, this letter will be finished on February 27th, because that is when Estelles finished his letter)

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

World War II Letters Home November 13, 1938-Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                             No. 2  Flying Training School
                                                                                             Royal Air Force
                                                                                             Brize Norton, Oxford
                                                                                             November 13, 1938

Dear Folks:

I suppose you wonder why I didn't write last week.  Well, a bunch of us boys went to London for the week-end, on Friday evening and came back Sunday night so I didn't get time to write then and I didn't have time during the week.

We have been night flying every Monday night for our group.  Wednesday afternoons we play games all afternoon.  We have played soccer and rugby.  Our teams are divided up into the "Colonials" vs. "English".  The Colonials include Canadian, Australian, New Zealanders, South Africans and South Americans.  We took the 'Gor' Blimies for a real ride in their own rugby game last Wednesday.  Some time we will play them a game of baseball and show them how it is done.

Doug and I stayed at the Royal Hotel in London.  We had a room together,  it was a real swell room with 2 single beds, and it only cost us 5/6 a night a piece.  We spent most of our time window shopping and gazing about.  We went to a few shows.  I made an investment and bought myself a dressing gown and a pair of bedroom slippers, which I had to have.  I'll have to buy myself some underwear soon, then I think my wardrobe will be complete for a while.

Every time we are in London we go to "Canada House" to see if anyone we know has come over, and also to sign our names in the register.  I was talking to a R.C.M.P at the doorway.  He is from Winnipeg.  They come over here for 2 year periods, this chap has been here about 6 months.  It's great to see a redcoat again.  I think if they had a few more of them over here and a better type of administration it wouldn't hurt England.  Give Mr. Austin and his right hand man my best regards.

I haven't done much flying for the last month on account of the weather - so much fog and drizzle.  As you probably know by now an Oxford is not aerobatic, but the other way I attempted to do a stall turn in one and as I went up I got the stick pack too far so when I turned down the tail came up over the vertical, my camera fell off the seat beside me and all the dirt off the floor fell in the top. (N.B.  I thought maybe one of the wings would drop off - but I guess it could take it).  Anyhow, I'll have to get that "stall turn" a little better next time. I don't suppose you know what a stall turn is, or did I tell you about doing them at Civil School.  Maybe I can elucidate if you will pardon my drawings.  After the following explanation you might try it on the wash machine.


Simple, isn't it! Instead of being in the position A, I got into position b.  Probably if I go into one of the those climbs real fast an hold the stick back i could get a loop out of one of them.  I won't try that yet because we are short of planes at the present.

The other day the C.F.I (Chief Flying Instructor) asked us what our choice of planes was after we completed our training here and go into a squadron. I put my name in for heavy bombers.  I would have gone in for G.r. (General Reconnaissance) but we would have to fly Ansons, which are about the same as a Oxford, for another and i didn't want to be on these little planes any longer.  The fellows that are flying harts (big planes) here have a choice of going on fighters (Hurricane and Spitfire) or medium single or twin engine bombers (Blenheim Fair Battle of Wellesley) the 3 that made the worlds record non-stop.  It would take me ages and pages to tell you all about different groups so I call that enough for this time.

We are having a test exam on all our subjects tomorrow and Tuesday.  We write our final exams about the 2nd week in December.  The exams this term will be the hardest exams we get.  After this we do more flying and loafing around and don't have any important exams, so i want to try and pull down some good marks this term.

If war should have broken out during the crisis, we would have just gone on training as per usual.  We wouldn't have seen active service.

I was looking through the register in Canada House and I saw the name of a fellow that was in the same form as I at Collegiate.  He is a civil school here.

I sent you some magazines, I include a large R.A.F. map.  I hope you get it.  You will be able to follow up on flights etc. on it.

I was supposed to go on another cross-country last Friday but the weather was hazy and the clouds were so low so I couldn't go.  I hope I can get on one this week.  If I do go, it will be from here to Farnboro, Bascombe down, Yoevil and back.

We had an Armistice Day Service in one of the hangars today.  All the planes were out of it, it is about 300 feet long and 100 feet wide.  All of the officers and Airmen were present.

The Senior Terms is away at Armament Camp so there were about 50 Officers, over 200 Airmen (riggers, fitters, clerks, etc.) and over 200 Airmen recruits, about 50 ex-service men and their wives.  So there were quite a few people standing there, oh yes, we also had the Air Force Band in attendance.  On Church Parade everyone wears their best blue and peak caps, and greatcoats, also I might say that a greatcoat is not worn without gloves on.  It was quit a sight as we all marched out of the hangars by squadrons - with the bank playing.  I wish you could have been here to see us.

So you blew yourselves to a good wind-electric. You should be able to have lights and the radio now without much trouble.  Did you get Oscar Olson to change that register yet?  Where are you cutting wood this year?  Have you had any frosts yet?

I suppose work is slowing down at the garage.  I got the letter Mr. Tait wrote.  I can hardly manage to write to you and Esther, let alone write to  a lot of other people that I should drop a line to.

Now that Rusty is gone you will have to get another puppy to feed.  Are there many wild ducks this year?  I suppose Richard has the old double-barrel all oiled up.

Well this will have to by my limit this week.  I'll see what I can do with my exams for the next couple of days.

                                                                                                       With Love,

                                                                                                      Estelles

Friday, October 25, 2013

World War II Letters Home October 25, 1938-Estelles Wickenkamp

                                                                                             No 2. Flying Training School
                                                                                             Royal Air Force
                                                                                             Brize Norton, Carterton
                                                                                             October 25, 1938

Dear Folks:

I have forgotten just how long ago I did write to you, but it can't be very long ago.  Anyhow on the occasion of your birthday the least I can do is to wish you a very "Happy Birthday" with many more to come.

I haven't been able to get a R.A.F. broach for you in Oxford so I will send for one for you.

I suppose you often wonder why my letters are very disconnected sometimes.  It seems that trying to write to a number of different people I get mixed up about what I have written, and trying to think of something to say on the spur of the moment.  Our time is sort of all chopped up, I find it quite inconvenient to write during the week, so I leave it generally until Sunday, then on Sunday I don't want to stay in all day writing half a dozen lengthy letters, so I sometimes just call it off and try to postpone it all. But that only makes matters worse, so I'll have to try to do my letter writing on some other night.  I got 6 letters today and a few a couple days ago so you can see them pile up on me, then if I happen to lose one - someone patiently waits for a letter that doesn't come or else if they do get it I probably haven't answered some questions.  Better I find me a stenographer.

 I am still waiting for the Air Ministry to refund my R.R. ticket money - they seem to be taking their own sweet time.  I have some money in the bank, but not an awful lot, I think about 6.  I paid up most of my insurance, except $9.99 which I hope to pay in a month or 2.

There wasn't much left out of last month wages as I had to pay 1 1/2 months board out of it.  It will be much better this month.  I should have about 10 left.  Once I get all straightened out I will be able to put aside about 6 to 8 pounds a month (I hope!).

I am buying a cheaper uniform for working in, to save my good one.  I am going to pay about 1 a month on it.  It only costs 3-10 -0.  That sure is an awful difference in price; my good service jacket alone cost me about 7, so I think it is worth it to get another now.  One uniform would never last 4 years anyway.

We have a test exam coming off in a couple weeks s I guess I'll have to do a little "swotting" as they call it here.  so if during the next few weeks my letters are sort of ragged you will know why.

Saturday I took the day off (we have classes in the morning) and went to the International Car Races with a friend, Fraser.  We went as far as Oxford in his care, then from there we went with his sister and her boyfriend in their Buick Coupe.  The races are in Donnington Park just a few miles from Derby (pronounced Darby). It sure was exciting.  The roaring of these cars as they flashed by at about 200 m.p.h., whipped around the corners, then roared on again.  It is hard to explain what it sounded like, but there was certainly some terrific roaring and whinning, with some of those motors turning up to 6 and 7 thousand revs per minute.  I borrowed a real fast camera with a 1/1000 of a second shutter speed and took 34 pictures; there were on one roll, as this type of camera uses narrow film with 36 exposures on it.  Anyhow, as soon as I get some of the pictures I will send you some.  I suppose by now you have all about it.  Nuvolari, the Italian driver won the race in an Auto Union car (German make).

I sent a big R.A.F. map home to the folks.  It is a map of the southern half of England; it is on the scale of 10 miles to the inch. I borrowed it from the Navigation room.  Now they will be able to follow all of my maneuvers.

We are having a big dance here this Friday.  I imagine there will be about 300 people attending. I'll send full details on Sunday - that is if I get sobered up by then,

It is after 10 o'clock and I have to do some bomb-sighting and wind speed and direction calculating questions so I'll have to get busy.

Will write again Sunday.

                                                                                                          Love,
                                                                                                          Estelles

N.B Again may I say - "Birthday Greetings, old deah".