Omemee boy two months in hospital
Omemee, Jan, 22 (PNS)—Following are portions of a letter received by Mr. and Mrs. W.D. Weir, from Sgt. J. Edward Lowes of Omemee, who is serving in Italy with the First Canadian Survey Regiment of the R.C.A. Sgt. Lowes wrote this letter on Christmas Day, December 25, 1944, from a hospital somewhere in Italy where he had spent almost two months at the time of writing, suffering from boils. He writes:
The whole hospital is beautifully decorated and the nursing sisters have donned dress uniforms and white veils, and believe you me some of them are a sight for sore eyes.
I just took time out to watch a bit of amusement on the square below. The quartermaster's four hundred pound pig is ribboned for the Christmas festivities, and has 'Merry Christmas' written on his back. Someone has brought him to the square where he is receiving attention from doctors, nurses and patients. Quite a few pictures were taken of said pig being ridden, petted, and what have you.
It seems that the quartermaster picked it up as a suckling pig, and it has been fed in a pen on the swill until it must weigh about 400 pounds and is fat as butter. Like all Italian pigs she is quite tame.
Speaking of Italian pigs, the peasants who live in the quaint, smelly little hill-top villages all seem to have one pig that follows them or is led by a string around its neck wherever the woman goes working in the fields. At night he is either tied to the doorstep or trots into the house like a pet dog.
Cities like Rome, Florence, Naples, etc. are altogether different. A wealth of the ages in architecture, sculpture and art is scattered lavishly about Rome especially. I had an opportunity of attending a service where the Pope officiated at St. Peter's. It was some affair. The thousands present cheered the Pope when he was borne in shoulder high on his chair with his Swiss guard in their gaudy full dress uniforms and spears. There were hundreds of monks, nuns, and what have you. All in all it was quite an impressive service.
St. Peter's Church itself is a sight—the largest Cathedral with the tallest dome in the world. I couldn't imagine it being so big before seeing it. There are many statues and mosaics by famous men like Michelangelo reproduced from famous paintings in the Vatican's workshop.
I received the lovely parcel yesterday from the Young People's Union and the Women's Association. This morning there was a pair of socks dangling on everyone's bed with candy etc. in them, a gift from the Canadian Red Cross. The nursing sisters served a complete Christmas dinner today, complete from fruit cocktail to nuts—the finest Christmas dinner I've had since, well, I guess it was 1939, at home. The first, in 1940, spent anchored on the Clyde, was definitely the worst.
Please convey my thanks to the people who sent the parcels, Season's Greetings and hope to see you before too many months.