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            On November 30 2007, the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce branch on Baker Street will celebrate the 100th anniversary since construction of their imposing building. Since that time, their employees have contributed much, not only to Nelson but to Canada. This is most evident from the plaque located on the left just inside the front door of the Bank which commemorates those employees who served in the First World War. Though not as well known as cenotaphs, memorial plaques were very common after the War, not only produced by major companies like the Bank of Commerce, Canadian Pacific Railway and B.C. Electric but also by returned men and Battalions to honor fellow soldiers. Sometimes, as is in the case of the Bank, the names of men who enlisted from that particular branch were included and a cross beside two of the names indicates those who made the ultimate sacrifice. The Nelson CPR Plaque may be seen in the permanent museum collection at Touchstones and a plaque honoring Major Rigby is located on the Ward Street entrance to Touchstones. The Bankís bronze memorial tablets were designed by Walter Allward, the designer and builder of the Vimy memorial in France, and featured the Caduceus logo of the bank, with folded wings, at the upper left and two poppies intertwined with a symbolic olive branch at the lower right. (1)

            All told 35 Bank of Commerce employees served from the Kootenay- Boundary- Columbia district with 7 killed in action. Revelstoke branch had the highest per capita with 3 of 4 killed including Lt. Maitland P. Lane, who formerly worked at the Nelson branch. (2) Of the 1701 who served from the Bank, 258 were killed or missing in action.  (3)

            On May 28 1915, the Nelson Daily News published a story entitled ďSome Nelson Offices send many recruitsĒ.  The Government Offices and Bank of Commerce have each sent seven, the City of Nelson five, the Imperial Bank two and the Royal Bank of Canada and the Bank of Montreal one each. The Bank of Commerce easily leads the list of Banks. (4) The Bank was very patriotic and generous to its enlisting officers guaranteeing them their existing jobs or similar position upon demobilization plus paying them their regular salary for the first six months after enlistment. (5)

            Who were these men and what prompted them to enlist? After 90 plus years and with no known descendants remaining in Nelson, unless the soldiers were a be-medaled hero or eulogized by way of obituaries and cenotaph memorials, only the barest details are available. Luckily, most of the Attestation (enlistment) papers are available , the Bank of Commerce produced two Volumes called ďLetters from the FrontĒ to also memorialize its staff contribution and the Nelson Daily News gave judicious coverage to the War and Nelsonís contribution.

            What strikes one first is the statistical resemblance of each one of the men. All were single and except for two, between the ages of 18 and 22, and most were also members of both the Nelson Y.M.C.A. and the Nelson Rowing Club.(6)  All were born in the British Isles and no doubt some of whom had  been recruited by the Bank from England with the promise of adventure and career in the opening West of Canada. One also thinks of the typical younger son ďremittance manĒ of this era, homesteading (and starving) on their Kootenay fruit ranch and patriotically going home to the old country to serve the King and Empire at the outbreak of war. The reality was that half of the Canadian Expeditionary Force sent to France did consist of immigrants from the British Isles.  This is really brought to light by a picture of 3 of the men, Anderson, Fitton, Clarke and  Nelson pal Stanley Horswill, taken in Victoria at the time of signing up and inscribed on the back ď Scotland, England, Ireland & Wales & all your friendsĒ. (7)

L top- Anderson, L bottom Fitton. R top- Horswill , R bottom- Clarke

Ė Photo courtesy of the Anderson family

            Robert Anderson, Robert Clarke and Edmund Fitton were the first to enlist in November of 1914, joining the 16th Battalion (Canadian Scottish) in Victoria. (8) By early 1915 they had been in action in all the early Canadian battles including the second battle of Ypres when the Germanís used gas for the first time and the Canadian Expeditionary force acquitted itself so gallantly. However in May 1915 the 16th Battalion took part in the battle of Festubert and Anderson was killed during an attack on an orchard.(9) In a letter to his father , Nelson Alderman A.S. Horswill, Stanley Horswill  described the way the Canadians, of whom he was one, stormed and took theĒfamousĒ  orchard and added that  ďMy pals in another Company, Nelson boys, are all O.K. except Jack Goulding and Anderson of the Bank of Commerce who have been both been wounded.Ē  (10) Andersonís last moments are described in the words of another Nelson soldier, D Donaldson, ďAt this time we were in a trench up to our knees in water. The shells were bursting in every direction. Then one burst about 10 yards in our rear. I heard him through the smoke saying ďDave, I have been hit. Let me out.Ē I advised him to wait until the bombardment ceased, but he crawled out for safety and passed us. I observed him bleeding profusely and was in hopes that he would reach our dressing station safely. However, the Germanís were shelling the road leading to the station and I understand that he was hit again on the way.Ē Anderson died on his way for treatment and was buried in a wheat field to the west of the main road running through Festubert. Again in the words of his companion ďHe died a heroís death at his post. He fell while manhoodís sun was shining on his life and we are all proud of his grand example. He was in life cheerful and bright, full of hope and promise, and in death he is great. For the cause of freedom and liberty he fought and gave his life that others may live.Ē (11)  Despite this, Anderson has no known grave but is commemorated both on the Vimy Memorial and the Nelson Cenotaph. (12) During its first 3 months in action in 1915, which covers this period, the 16th Battalion suffered 794 casualties and considering the nominal strength of a battalion is approximately 1000 Officers and other ranks; one can properly assess the devastation.   (13)

            Of the other men, four served with the 54th Kootenay Battalion which was raised in the Kootenays in 1915 and three, Lt. Archibald Graves, Alfred G. Ried and John S.M. Robson were wounded in action as was the aforementioned Robert Clarke.  (14) Staff Sergeant   Drewry B.  Darley was appointed Pay Sergeant when the 54th embarked to England, no doubt due to his banking background, and subsequently served for the duration in the Pay Corps in London, England. Darley returned from the war but nothing further known and he died in 1976 at age 86 in Victoria. (15) John Robson was demobilized in May of 1918 as being medically unfit due to wounds, married in 1921 and died in 1977 at age 82 in Vancouver. (16) Archibald Graves was discharged in September 1919 and also married passing away in Vancouver in the mid 1960ís. (17) Robert Clarke returned to Nelson after the war resigning from the bank in 1920 to marry Lola Bennett of Nelson, the stenographer at the Bank. (18) In those days permission of the Bank was required to marry provided you had attained a certain position and salary. (19) It would appear that Clarke did not meet these requirements and was forced to resign in order to marry.  Of Edwin K. Thomas, we only know he enlisted in November 1916 and served as a gunner with the 68th Overseas Depot Field Battery (20)and of Flight Cadet  Malcolm Thompson, nothing has been located to date. However, he enlisted in January 1918 at a time when the Royal Flying Corp Cadets were being trained in Canada and most of those did not make it overseas before the end of the War. (21)

            Edmund Fitton served with and was also well known to Stanley Hoswill. Stanley reported Fittonís death in a letter to the Nelson Daily News in August of 1916 ďI suppose you will have heard ere this reaches you of the death in hospital, as a result of wounds, of my old dugout mate, faithful friend and companion for nearly all my time in France, E. Fitton, previously on the staff of the Canadian Bank of Commerce, Nelson, from which he enlisted with me. Poor old Fitt was one of the exceptions in the army, a fine chap, above reproach in every way. His comradeship was a wonderful thing to me. I am thankful that he died on English soil. His remains have been handed over to his parents with whom I grieve most deeply for the loss of one who was full of promise for good. He served his country well and it is my belief that he served his Maker just as faithfully.Ē (22) Fitton was buried at his hometown in Wales and is memorialized on the Nelson Cenotaph. (23)

            So next time youíre at the Bank, take a moment and, in military parlance, ďeyes rightĒ when exiting and salute the memory and sacrifices of these men.

-Greg Scott, Nelson B.C. October 2007


1)      Correspondence with CIBC Archives, Toronto dated July 2007 

2)       Letters from the Front Vol 1 page xcii

Letters from the Front Vol 2 page 248

54th Battalion Ships List

Nelson Daily News November 24 1916 ďNelson Bank Clerk Killed on SommeĒ

3)      Letters from the Front, Volumes 1 & 2

4)      Nelson Daily News May 28 1915, ďSome Nelson Offices send many recruitsĒ

5)      Circular No. 2593 Toronto, 31st August, 1914 Ė Staff: Military Duty, by Alexander Laird, General Manager.

Circular No. 2742 Toronto, 2nd February, 1915 Ė Staff: Military Duty, by Alexander Laird, General Manager.

Circular No. 2753 Toronto, 9th February, 1915 Ė Staff: Military Duty, by Alexander Laird, General Manager.

Letters from the Front, Vol. 1 page 55. Letter from Lt. V. Curran dated October 17, 1915

6)      Nelson Daily News June 12 1915 ďMany Y.M.C.A. men have joined Army

Nelson Daily News June 29 1915 ďAbsent oarsmen honored by ClubĒ

7)      Inscription on reverse of group picture, courtesy of Ann Crowther, Lewes, Sussex England

8)      Attestation papers of the individuals

Letters from the Front, Vol 2 pages 8, 83, 146

9)      Letters from the Front, Vol 1 page lxiii, Vol 2 page 8

Nelson Daily News  June 8, 1915 ďNelson Man is among woundedĒ

            10)  Nelson Daily News, June 15 1915 ďCanadians win in bayonet chargeĒ

11)  Nelson Daily News, August 6 1915 ďNelson man killed by bursting shellĒ

12)  Nelson Daily News June 22 1915 ďPte. Anderson buried in FranceĒ

Commonwealth War Graves

13)  History of the Canadian Forces 1914-1919 Vol. 1 Col A.Fortesque Duguid 1938 DND

14)   Attestation papers of individuals

Govt of Canada Archive files for Graves, Reid, Robson & Darley

Letters from the Front Vol 2 pages 110, 178, 376, & 384

Nelson Daily News April 2 1915 ďGrand Forks quota goes this morningĒ

Nelson Daily News May 7 1915 ďRecruitsí names given; more good men wantedĒ

Nelson Daily News May 13 1915 ďRecords of men enlisting at Nelson have been given outĒ

Nelson Daily News  May 18 1915 ďMany new names on Nelson roleĒ

Nelson Daily News May 22 1915 ďRecruits enlisted at Grand ForksĒ

Nelson Daily News June 3 1915 ďMany prominent men of District have joined 54th BattalionĒ

Cinquatre-Quatre (54th Battalion history) from the 54th Web site (Lt. Graves wounding)

15)  Letters from the Front Vol 2 page 110

54th Battalion Ships list

Govt of Canada Archive files

Province of British Columbia Department of Vital Statistics web site

16)  Letters from the Front Vol 2 page 384

Govt of Canada Archive files

Province of British Columbia Department of Vital Statistics web site

17)  Letters from the Front Vol 2 page 178

Govt of Canada Archive files

18)  Letters from the Front Vol 2 page 384

Govt of Canada Archive files

Province of British Columbia Department of Vital Statistics web site

Wrigleyís Directory 1919 City of Nelson, Touchstones Nelson Archives

Hendersonís Directory 1920 City of Nelson, Touchstones Nelson Archives

19)  Personal knowledge of the author (30 year employee of the Bank)

20)  Letters from the Front Vol 2 page 442

Attestation paper (on-line)

21)  Letters from the Front Vol 2 page 444

CEF SEARCH (on line) re quote from "True Canadian Heroes in the Air" by Arthur Bishop

22)  Nelson Daily News August 26 1916 ďEdmund Fitton dies of woundsĒ

23)  Commonwealth War Graves

CEF SEARCH (on line) ďnot commemorated by CWGCĒ


Letters from the Front, Volumes 1 & 2, 1920, Canadian Bank of Commerce

History of the Canadian Forces 1914-1919 Vol. 1 Col A.Fortesque Duguid 1938 DND

Canadian Expeditionary Force 1914-1919 Col. G.W.L. Nicholson 1964 DND

Canadaís Sons and Great Britain in the World War Col George G. Nasmith 1919

Hendersonís Directory 1920 City of Nelson

Wrigleyís Directory 1919 City of Nelson

Cinquatre-Quatre Ė 54th Battalion history

Province of British Columbia Department of Vital Statistics

Government of Canada Archives Ė on-line and actual files

54th Battalion ships list

54th Battalion Nominal Role

54th Battalion web site

War Diary 16th Canadian Scottish - online

Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce Archives

Commonwealth War Graves

CEF research forum

Nelson Daily News

April 2, 1915               Grand Forks quota goes this morning

May 7, 1915               Recruitsí names given; more good men wanted

May 13, 1915             Records of men enlisting at Nelson have been given out

May 14, 1915             Nelson Manís letter has human touches

May 18, 1915             Many new names on Nelson Roll

May 22, 1915             Recruits enlisted at Grand Forks

May 28, 1915             Some Nelson Offices send many recruits

June 2, 1915              Nelson soldiers pay visit home

June 3, 1915              Many prominent men of District have joined 54th Battalion

June 5, 1915              Fifteen Kootenay boys still alive

June 8, 1915              Nelson Man is among wounded

June 12, 1915            Many Y.M.C.A. men have joined Army

June 15, 1915            Canadians win at bayonet charge

June 22 1915             Pte. R. Anderson buried in France

June 18, 1915            Proud to wear Canadian badge

June 28, 1915            Nelson Soldiers get promotions

June 29, 1915             Absent oarsmen honored by club

August 6, 1915           Nelson man killed by bursting shell

November 24, 1915   Pte. MíInnis tells of great charge

July 13, 1916              Robert Anderson, killed at Front, leaves $7500.

August 26 1916         Edmund Fitton dies of wounds                 

November 24 1916   Nelson Bank Clerk killed on Somme


Shawn Lamb, Sylvia Crooks & Pat Rogers for research assistance

Touchstones Nelson  ĎShawn Lamb Archivesí

Floyd Low for file retrieval

Natalie Treboute of CIBC Archives for research and documentation

Anne Crowther (via Sylvia Crooks) for Anderson family material

Marty Horswill for picture identification

Jay Marshall, late of the Governor Generalís Foot Guards, for military terminology

Denyse Kyte for editorial and grammar checking


Thanks to Mike Dobson and the Sproule Family

Letters to Marie

These are the letters of our Father, Grandfather and Great-grandfather, #157114 Pte JG Sproule, 3rd Cdn MG Coy, BEF, France written to his cousin Marie Golay. Marie was the daughter of Katherine (Sproule) and Henry Golay then living in Bowmanville, Ontario. Throughout the war, Marie lived at 142 Ellsworth Avenue in Toronto. Marie lost her brother Hal at the end of the Battle of Somme on October 22, 1916 and she herself had enlisted as a nursing sister. Later Marie married Howard Bradley, a realtor, and they lived in Oshawa. Iím unsure how Dad obtained these letters but perhaps Marie returned them after the war or after she married Howard.

Maple leaf from the letterhead of Joeís first letter (below) to Marie from Sandling Camp

Sandling Camp


May 1916

Dear Marie,

Excuse me for not having written before but I have been under quarantine, we were told we could not write, but I see we can, so here goes.

It is not yet three weeks since I left Toronto, how long it seems though. During that time I have travelled quite a distance and have seen a great deal. One thing I noticed that surprised me, in passing through on the train to the coast, everything was green in Ontario but in Lower Quebec and New Brunswick the snow, in a great many places was still upon the ground and the air was much cooler. In passing through Quebec I noticed the French system of farms, narrow frontage and great depth but how well taken care of they were. There was hardly a broken fence and the houses were whitewashed, shed-looking places with steep roofs. Most of our trip through New Brunswick was spent going by great stretches of low ground covered with very thick woods. We arrived at Halifax about 12:30 Friday night and went on board at 3:00 Oíclock Saturday afternoon. It was the Olympic and it left Halifax on May 1st and altogether we spent five and a half days on the trip across. Part of the Bn had bunks and part hammocks. I had a hammock. There was the 66th, 68th, 81st and 83rd battalions (Bn) on board and 10th Mounted Rifles, one hundred and fifty cyclists, a number of army service men, and one battery of artillerymen. Of the whole trip I was sick three days, what misery for us. I was about the worst and longest case on board. We had one death in our Bn on board at 12:30 one night. At last the coast of Ireland loomed up and we were accompanied by three destroyers till we reached the light ship in the mouth of the Mersey, took on a pilot and shortly afterward landed in Liverpool. Sunday we entrained and I saw the most picturesque bit of country I ever saw in my life Ė Kent, "the garden of England" it is called. Travelled through Rugby and London and arrived in West Sandling at 11:00 oíclock Sunday night. Monday morning we were inspected and it was decided that our Bn would go to the front in drafts. The machine gun section was separated and transferred to the 36th Machine Gun Brigade. But in addressing mail address it to:

#157114 Pte JG Sproule

M G S 81st Bn

Canadian Contingent


c/o Army Post Office, London


Busy, well Iíll say, they certainly rush us here. Last Thursday Pte Biggs in our tent (which holds ten men), took the measles, and of course we were quarantined for eighteen days. Imagine nine of us living in a bell tent on the ground without boards on it. Saturday it rained all day and we were flooded, blankets and equipment got wet. But what fun, I have a great time, gee it is funny to see how the men take things under trying conditions. We were to go on our six day leave but the quarantine spoiled that for us. We may or may not have our leave when we have served our term. After that we are sent away to a school of machine gunning to complete our course, after which we may be sent to France, but I donít know.

Well I guess I will close a letter now and again will certainly be welcome. Give my love to Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry and Mrs. Golay, Vic and how is my little girl. Hope you are all well.

Love Joe


MG Base

36th Bn CEF

c/o Army Post Office, London

(Postmarked Sandling Camp but date is unreadable but probably June Ď16)

Dear Marie,

I received your home pocket album and letter OK. The album certainly will come in handy as I have some pictures I want to put in it.

I say Marie have you got a picture of yourself, a snap, that would go into the book. I want the pictures of the folks back home to put in it just so I can have them with me through the campaign.

It has been cool for the last couple of weeks and rainy. Say! Isnít it miserable when it rains in this country? In Canada I didnít mind it so much but here Ė ugh.

I am getting to like the army here now, at first it was rank but now, I suppose, we are getting knocked into shape by our superiors. We are taking our musketry course now and then I hope France.

I spent a very profitable time in London while I was here but was called back off pass on account of losses of the Canadians then, before my pass was up.

A party of us went to Folkstone yesterday, we had a good time and our pictures taken. Went to the Pleasure Garden Theatre and saw "The only Girl" Ė American play Ė it was pretty good.

Some of the 81st wounded are back at Shorncliffe Hospital from the trenches.

I wrote a letter to Noble asked him how he was etc. and asked him to come and visit me. How is his girl has he written anything about her lately?

How is everything back home, are you busy on cases, what is the weather like? So Pa got a car at last. I am certainly glad to hear of it. Have you been riding in it very much, how does it seem to go?

I guess I have written all I can think of. Things are about the same, nothing extraordinary.

Give my love to aunt Kate, Uncle Henry, Vicc and how is my little girl Mamie?

Love Joe


Risborough Barracks

Shorncliffe, England

July 7/16

Dear Marie,

Just a line to let you know how I am. Iím feeling "Jake" as the soldier says. Iíll bet I have increased some in weight, the life is of the best. Since leaving Sandling, we were treated as if we were humans and not machines, as the 36th seemed to think we were. The camp is higher and drier than the old camp too. We have started or rather have already done two weeks of our five weeks course in machine gunning at the school. After that we take bombing, bayonet fighting, gas helmet drill and then I expect, we will go to France. I am awfully sorry to hear that Noble is wounded but Iím certainly pleased that it isnít serious. However I have written him two letters one to the hospital and one to the trenches Ė heíll surely get one at least. Our old 81st MG officer left for France today. We had our picture all taken together with him in the centre just before he left. He asked to have all his old boys sent in a draft together. I hope he has succeeded in getting permission.

Are you getting out to Sturgeon Lake with the folks at all this summer? If you do Iíll bet you have a good time. It certainly is a fine place to spend the summer. Iím a first class shot now having 116 points out of a possible 190. I missed being a marksman by 14 points. I lost in rapid fire.

The machine gun course sure requires some mental energy to digest it. It is nothing but memory work right through. We had two fellows die recently, on got hit behind the ear with a bouncing baseball and never regained consciousness. The other died as a result of a clot of blood in the heart. He died in some agony.

I guess I have said about all I can so I guess Iíll close. Give my love to Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry, Vic and my little girl. How is Jack the dog?

Enclosed find a picture of myself with full kit on. I look sour over something. I have just come back from the ranges that is why I look so untidy.

Love Joe

P.S. How is everything, has Hal left yet? JGS


Joe at Sandling Camp, England, July 1916

8th Brigade MG Coy

BEF, France

July 11/16

Dear Marie,

Mother and you were the bearers of such sad news. Noble is dead, even yet I canít realize it. Why to think that my twin brothers are both killed. First Hugh then Noble. Why Marie? After Noble going through what he has and until recently not being wounded why we almost thought that he was sure of coming back alive.

They both died heroes fighting for a just cause. It seems hard that God has made it such that two young boys or rather men, should be made to die so early in life. But it is Godís decree and it is for us to bear up under what seems almost injustice in splitting up a family and home ties like that.

Marie. France is some country isnít it, at least from what I can see of it? I donít when Iím going up on the line. It may be soon and I have a score to settle. The Hun is the most unreliable scoundrel alive. Theyíd break their hearts if they played fair. You find a wounded German you treat him good. The minute your back is turned he knifes or shoots you in the back. That is why Canadians are so sore on Fritz. Many a pal has been killed that way. How is Mamie and Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry and Vic. Hoping this will find you well I remain

Your loving brother, Goldie (Joe)

P.S. I recíd a letter from Hal. How is Jack the dog?



Jan 5/17

Dear Marie

I received your letter some time ago but I know you will pardon me for not answering it sooner. Well Marie I canít say much about your or rather our recent sadness and misfortune. But Marie you know how I feel about it. It hits us all very hard. (Note: Marieís brother Hall killed in action October 22, 1916.)

I thank you for your cards and letter and ghee! But it was a dandy box. Yes the box was fine, thank you. No I have never met Ted or Ralph. What Battalion or Brigade do they belong to now?

I canít say anything unusual about myself. Iím feeling just all right. I think Iím used to conditions out here now. We all have a touch of fever then we get inured, I have had my sick spell but I hope Iím good till spring anyway. Then I hope we wonít be long in coming home. I donít think Iím divulging anything when I say I expect big things in the spring. So far things have been running smoothly but you know there is often a storm cloud in a clear sky, and sometimes we get wet. Get me Marie?

I was picking buttercups and dandelions the other day. Think of it, flowers in January. We have not very much rain so far. I have a new job now Iím not on a gun crew. Iím a dispatch runner. Take dispatches and wires to different headquarters in the trenches. Itís all right when things are quiet but itís going to be some hot job when things are going on, when trenches are blown in and you have to take to the open. Take it from me Marie I can give him a run for his money. There is always one consolation. No matter how hard Fritzy is pounding us, no matter how many casualties we have you may be sure that Deutcher has it ten times greater. For every shell he puts over, we put over ten. Weíve got him skinned alive now ever since last July last year weíve had it over him in ammunition and planes. Itís a case now of "sock it to him Kelly." I could tell you a whole lot about it but I donít want to get pinched.

How is everything in Toronto? I received a nice letter from Mrs. Ross recently. Give my love to Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry, Vic and my "sweety heart", and Jack.

Love Joe



Feb 5/17

Dear Marie,

Recíd your letter of December 29/16 the other day or to be exact 4 days ago. The reason of the delay was that I was away on a course back of the line and my mail piled up awaiting my return. On Christmas and New Years I spent well Ė a fairly good time in the trenches, considering that the dugout roof leaked and the mud was deep.

So the kiddie had lots of dolls Ė her children eh! The Mother instinct is present in the youngest girls isnít it? Iím glad the kiddie had a good time. Doesnít it do a person good to see children happy and contented, quite oblivious to sorrow and strife around them. I guess by the time Vic and "sweetheart" will be home from Montreal. I hope they had a good time, but somehow Montreal is no place for kiddies is it Marie? Mamie was all right I hope.

I suppose you know that Iím not a gunner now but a runner. Despatch runner, it is a much better job, for our M.G. Coy. Everything is running pretty smoothly. According to the papers, the Germans are disregarding at least are very impertinent to neutrals. That is a good sign that shows that theyíve come to the defiance stage of the war, they know they are licked and have got their backs up against the wall.

While on this course I had my picture taken, enclosed find one. What do you think of it. I had it taken to show that I wasnít quite old and grey. It looks just about the same as when I went away doesnít it?

Well Marie Iíll close. Give my love to Aunt Kate, Uncle Henry and Vic, (to Sweety Heart xxxx+). Have you got a picture of the kid Marie?

Love Joe



March 16/17

Dear Marie,

Hurrah tomorrow is the seventeenth of old Ireland. If Iíve got something green to wear Iíll wear it, even if itís a bit of moss.

I received your most welcome box last night. We sure did appreciate it. I sat on the bed in the billet and opened the box. We are going to have a feed (six of us) tonight: coffee, canned chicken, salmon and sardines, bread and butter and Christmas cake (special extra). Six of us live in a little 2 x 4 room in a barn. Itís cosy and warm, lots of straw ( and mice and lice). But we should worry eh Marie? Let me thank you for the box Marie. I certainly do appreciate it. It was certainly a "peacherino".

How are you getting on, how is Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry, Vic and the kiddie? I hope you are all well. I wonder it Toronto has changed much. It seems a long time ago since I left it.

I am quite well, still "Jake". Winter is over and spring has set in but with the coming of spring there usually comes hard work, longer days, less sleep. Oh well the sooner it is over and done with the better.

Is the Bloor St. viaduct finished yet? Any good shows on recently? Things are looking favourable for the allies these days. I suppose the U.S. will enter the war soon.

Well to get down to little intimate conversation. As I said before, "with the coming of spring come the days of real warfare". Some of these fine spring days there will be an increase in casualties of Canadians no doubt. If that is the case why itís a case of real scrapping for us. In case anything happens Marie just smooth things out for mother will you. I have written a letter explaining things to dad. Donít let this scare you because Iím just as safe as the rest of us and donít think it will last long once it has started. If I go under, Iím prepared Godís will be done. If I donít meet you all at home, Iíll meet you at the great rendezvous.

Give my love to all. Lots of kisses to "Sweety Heart."

Love Joe

A post card photo of Joe in France, before Vimy, March 1917


May 1917 (actual date censored)

Dear Marie,

Received you letter with the kiddies photo in it and the Easter card from Aunt Kate. I sure did appreciate them all. Isnít the kiddie growing up it looks like Hal sure. It certainly is a good picture of her. The night before last I received a letter from you. Well Marie. Ghee but it was a fine scrap (Note: talking about the Battle of Vimy Ridge) and it seems funny walking over the ground that was German ground a short time ago and looking over the ridge and seeing for the first time miles back over the captured ground. I am thinking that the war will soon be over. It is peculiar when a fellow is up on the line, he thinks the war is never going to end. When they are relieved and as fast as they march away from the trenches, so his spirits rise and by the time he arrives at billets he is positive that the war will be over someday soon. I have received two letters from Mrs. Ross Ė enclosed in one was a note from Elsie. Thank them for me.

So you are calling the kiddie Hallie, thatís fine. I like that name after her daddy. Wasnít that a rotten picture that last one that I sent.

Thanks awfully Marie, I knew you would help make things easier for mother in case anything should happen. So the boys are still notorious in Toronto. Well I donít blame them although they get worked up very easily. No Marie Iím not overly fluent in French that is grammatically speaking. Tres bon a box eh Marie. Whenever you send a box will you put lots of eats in it. Pardon me for saying this, I like so much to eat stuff from home. We donít get much dainties out here.

Yes that sure was a scrap we gave it to him for fair and we still have him on the go. What do you think of the German attitude and the Russians just now?

Well Marie, here I am back of the line about ten miles taking a five week course on signalling. I suspect I will be made a signaller when I return to my unit. Well I guess Iíll close, give my love to Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry,Vic and my Sweety Heart.

Love Joe



June 10/17

Dear Marie

Just a line to say that everything is OK. Tres bon in fact. We are having warm sunshiny days and fairly busy too.

I am back off the signalling course and am a signaller now in our unit. Iíve changed some eh Marie. Well Marie there is nothing to say so Iíll ask a few questions. Howís the kiddy keeping and Aunt Kate, Uncle Henry, Vic and everybody? Are you busy nursing these days? Do you get out in the car much? How are things going on down our way? Say Marie that was a peach of a picture of the kiddy wasnít it. Suppose the girlie will be grown so I will hardly know her when I come back. Tell her Iím still her Sweety Heart. And the dog is it still her guardian? Thank you very much for the birthday card and letter. So Iím twenty years of age. Getting old but well being.

They sure are looking after returned soldiers well in Toronto arenít they. Iím looking forward to your birthday box to me and thank you for the bundle of papers.

Marie could you get a small pocket English French dictionary Ė you know best what kind to get. One with sentences, phrases in it. Iím reading one of Henry Drummondís works, "The Habitant", French-Canadian dialect poems. Have you read any of his works?

They were very nice words on that birthday card. Well Marie Iíll close. Give my love to Auntie Kate and Uncle Henry, "My Kiddy" and Vic.

Lots of Love

Bro. Joe

Joe in France, June 1917 at his 20th birthday


June 27/17

Dear Marie:

Received your letter OK. Was certainly glad to hear from you. Oh yes Iím just feeling great. Feeling better than I have ever felt before. You should see me. Iím a little bit bigger and have filled out more. Iím back to short trousers (I cut my slacks off at the knees). Iím as tanned as an Indian ghee but its good to be alive. I came back off that five weeks course as fat as butter.

Pardon my scribble Iím sitting on the steps of the dugout and writing this. Well I suppose weíll soon have our next door neighbours out here (Americans) coming to finish the war for us, and to show us a thing or two in the line of fighting. But I shouldnít be sarcastic should I? It will be a Godsend, they will do a lot of good. Things are going on famously these glorious days of summer. Sometimes time hangs heavy and mostly Ė"presto" Ė and a month has flashed past in no time. I think weíll soon be able to part for home Ė we all hope so at any rate.

Iím in the Signallers now which is much better and at the same time you are learning something.

That birthday box sure went "bon", Sis. Thank you all so much. This letter will not be long because it is five to six now and I want to get it censored and out with the ration limbers tonight.

I hope by this time conscription has passed the House. Has it Marie? I canít see why the French Canadians are so backward in joining up. Those of them that have come out have made a name for themselves and are splendid fighters. But I suppose it is religion that is the cause.

Iím so glad and thankful that you have given those flowers to mother on "Motherís Sunday" from me. It will please mother so. I attended a service on Motherís Sunday (which was held over here too) in a YMCA in a village back of the line. I sure thought of mother and not being able to get her flowers this year. Well Marie Iíll close. How is my little "Sweety Heart" Isnít the kiddie growing though. Give my love to all. I remain yours with love.

Bro. Joe



July 15/17

Dear Marie

I thank you for the box you sent to me. It sure was tres bon. So the other night or rather very early morning when on duty, I dug into the cake and marmalade and the corporal and I polished it off between us.

Well Marie! How are things these days? I believe conscription was finally passed was it not? How is Quebec taking it? Iím glad of it believe me.

I hope my little kiddie is all right. Iíll bet sheís becoming quite a big girl isnít she? Ghee! I wish I was home Marie but I think it will be over soon, donít you? And then-oh-then, youíll see me coming head on a mile per in my effort to get to the land of the "setting sun." Some day those "bone heads" will realize they are licked, but until then weíll have to scrap, scrap and then some, to convince them.

I suppose the traffic is going over the viaduct now and the union station how is it beginning to look. Three more days and I will have been out here a year and getting on two since I enlisted. Time flies doesnít it?

Are you nursing at the hospital yet? I suppose you are pretty busy. Well Marie I can hardly find anything to say. So Iíll close. How is Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry, Vic and Kiddie and oh yes the dog? Give my love to all.

Love, Joe



August 1917

Dear Marie;

Received your letter of July 12/17 on Aug 6/17. Pretty near as long in coming as mine to you. The mail has recently been very irregular in delivery. Due I think to the enormous amount of munitions and food which come before anything else.

Thank you so much for troubling to get me an English-French dictionary, if possible I want to make myself understood when conversing with the people and as you know French I thought that you would know what I need, that is why I asked you Marie.

I sure have a soft spot in my heart for my little "Sweet Heart" right from the first time I met the kiddy. She is my little girl.

That picture you received from me makes me out to be thin, but in reality I am fuller and heavier than I have ever been. Yes I suppose I have changed a little, I have been in France nearly thirteen months and the wear and tear of life out here is bound to make a change, (in my case for the better). What surprises me Marie is that big strapping men, regular perfect specimens of physical manhood often times go to pieces, fall sick and sometimes die from the same things that Iím putting up with. Here am I and others thriving and growing out here while others pine away and eventually become unfit for Service. This shows that you canít tell by looking at the man, circumstances prove it to be so. Peculiar isnít it? The only wrong with me is catarrah which is common out here.

I was out for a walk through the country today with my friend Frank and as we were walking along we began discussing and looking back to our life in barracks which naturally enough led to our menu at the exhibition. We used to enter complaints against our diet when back there but when I think of what we are eating now and think of the really substantial meals at barracks at home. I think how foolish we were. Why in Canada for our midday meal we received roast beef or fish steaks, potatoes, corn or peas, tea or coffee, soup or gravy. Something along those lines and jam or cake and mind you we complained. If I was back there now Iíd eat bacon and beans and not kick if I ate them for the duration. However Iím grousing which I donít usually do.

So you have a garden in your backyard, lots of vegetables. I used to be persnickity about raw tomatoes but Iím not much anymore. Iíd sure make a pig of myself if I had a basketful in front of me now. We can get tomatoes out here, it cost about 1 franc for about four tomatoes. We only get 15 francs every two weeks, prices are high and the majority of us, two or three days after pay, are financially embarrassed. A lot of the boys inhabit the estaminets (note: restaurants) and I bet the French people that run them donít want the war to end. They are making a fortune out of the troops.

I do so hope Eleanor has a good time. I certainly like Eleanor donít you and Iím glad that she is stopping at home with dad and mother because it will make it brighter at home for them. What do you know about it, so the street railway has struck for higher wages. Do you think they were justified in striking or were they wrong?

I think at the outside that if (the war) will be over sometime next spring, I thoroughly believe weíll have to put another winter in to convince the Germans they have played their last card.

It has been raining and raining off and on for about two weeks hampering operations somewhat. However it appears to be clearing up and getting hot again which I can put up with fine.

How is Mrs. Ross and Elsie keeping, remember me to them. Iíll close. Give my love to Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry, Vic and my kiddy. Howís the dog keeping too?

Love Joe

157114 Pte JG Sproule

8th Cdn MG Coy

BEF, France

P.S. By the way Iím going on leave to Paris in a few weeks time. That will be fine, 10 days leave in 13 months, its due me isnít it? Joe

French poppies pressed into a letter to Marie, August 1917

(Note: post card)



Dear Marie;

Well Marie, this is the life, am in Paris on a pass. Someplace, sometime and beaucoup líargent. I must behave myself eh sis. Having good time.







Sept 17/17

Dear Marie

No donít think that I have forgotten you, I havenít. I just have had no ambition to write anybody. Ever since coming back off pass I somehow canít settle down to anything. If I start reading, I throw it down disconsolately and if I sit down I mope. Just impatient thatís all.

Yes I have visited Paris. Some place Marie isnít it the most beautiful place you have ever seen. What did you think of it when you were there? Paris beats them all doesnít it? A city with so many boulevards, parks, gardens, building etc.

Well we hit Paris on the night of 21st August/17. Getting into the Gare du Nord about 9:30 and stepped off the train and for the first time in nearly fourteen months, saw real citified people, both men and women.

We met a Canadian who took us to the Hotel des deux Gare on rue Fanburg. St. Denis not a minutes walk from the station. The street wasnít up to much, but the room in the hotel was fine at six francs per night. Well I was to the garden at Versailles, Bois de Bologne, the zoo, Eiffel Tower. Riding around in taxis, theatres, dining around at a few hotels although we had a regular restaurant. Say isnít Paris a hard place to get a drink of tea. Vin rouge is predominant. I asked for coffee in one place and they brought me rum and coffee. After I asked for coffee without rum. With the aid of a few French words I got on fine. On the whole I spent ten days of real life after fourteen months of existence. "When in Rome do as the Romans do" and we did.

Here I am back up the line as usual, waiting another pass which I may see or may not. However such is life eh. I saw a few "Sammies" (Note: Americans) when down in Paris Ė quite a smart uniform isnít it.

Quite a problem in Russia at the present. If Kerensky doesnít get done in, I think he will save Russia. You never can tell though. Things are humming up here yet, he still has quite a kick left in him (Fritz). Iím still at it. Iím wondering whether Iíll have a try at the flying corps with the view of a commission, what do you think about it? I wonder if I have enough brains to take a commission, think so?

How is my "sweety heart" and Aunt Kate, Vic, Uncle Henry and are you well and still busy. Give my love to all the folks.

Iíll close

Love Joe



Dec 8, 1917

Dear Marie;

Oh itís ages and ages ago since I wrote to you Marie, I know. But the fact is I have had such little chance to write anybody at all, this fall.

You have read in the papers about our "doings" up north. I am glad to say I came through all right, although a lot of boys got "blighties." Jimmy my corporal was killed, one of the best fellows I have met since being in the army. One of those cheerful chaps who you would think was meant to come through this scrap alive. One can never tell.

Well Marie Iíve been out here nearly a year and a half and over two years in khaki. Not a wound so far, most of the pals I came with are gone, some killedí others wounded or sick. And I have never felt better, Iíve lost my appetite and taken on a horses appetite. Iím sure some hearty eater and if that is a good sign you can bank on me. Iím like Oliver Twist, I stick around the cooks for any second helpings. Itís really funny, you go through some really hot places after coming out, you look at yourself expecting to find yourself grey-headed and hollow cheeked but no. With the aid of some soap and water, a razor, or a real good hot bath and a shave you feel as if you are treading on air. The horrors quickly fade away and you are yourself again.

I received the box from you Marie OK. I thank you very much for it. I received it when we were staying at a chateau. A magnificent place which was vacated by the mademoiselle who went to a convent. Some trouble or other, Monsieur he went to the war and I suppose was killed. The last thing left of value was a series of panel paintings, which one of the boys peeled the canvasses off and I suppose are on their way to Canada by this time.

Itís getting on to Christmas pretty quickly. It will be my second in France. I hope it is the last I spend in France on active service. But as the boys say, Iím game whatever the outcome is. I hope the Good God will bring this struggle to a speedy close for we are a strong advocate for peace. Peace of the right sort, not Prussian peace nor party peace but universal peace both to enemy and allies.

I suppose I appear blue but Iím not at all, just stating the facts.

Iíll close Marie. I have to go to supper or Iíll be too late to get anything. Give my love to all the folks. Remember me to "sweety heart."

Love Joe

P.S. Met a man of 1st contingent who was 3rd Bn. He was on the same gun crew with Noble, he was telling me some tales he and Noble were in. He said Nobel was one of the coolest and bravest men he had ever met. They were great pals. He didnít know at the time he was my brother until I told him. He was down at the base wounded when Noble was killed. JGS

Embroidered Christmas greetings 1917- the small card fits under the above scene

Christmas card says: Just a remembrance to let you know Iím thinking of you. Marie dear this is all I have to remember you and others by this year. But it bears best wishes for you all. Joe


Dec 18/17

Dear Marie;

Just a line to say that Iím feeling "fine as silk" in other words OK. Iím hastily scribbling these few lines because I wonít (after today) be able to write for some time. So take time to scribble a note so that you wonít think that anything has happened to me.

Well Marie, winter has set in. Just at present its good and cold which is 50% better than mud and wet. Eight days to Christmas which for a second time Iíll spend in the trenches.

How are little Mamie and Aunt Kate, Vic and Uncle Henry. Give my love and best wishes to them all please. Pardon my abrupt note. Iíll close

Love Joe

P.S. Enclosed find a photo card of the bunch. JGS

The bunch with Joe seated front and centre, France, December 1917



Dear Marie;

Just a line to let you know that I am well. I will not endeavour to write a long letter because I am waiting for a shave at a coiffeur. It is a combination estaminet and coiffeur. It is Saturday night, a cold and snowy night too. The Frenchmen are all dolled up in their best bib and tucker and are congregated here to talk and drink beer. "Madame Jr." is sitting by the stove putting some fancywork on a babyís bonnet. Stan Jennings (you remember him? He used to live farther along the street on the opposite side.) He is writing a letter on my left and Finch is writing on my right.

Well Iíll start again. I have just had a shave and a shampoo. You will wonder where I am. Oh Iím on course in Signalling back of the line. It is very interesting.

I received your boxes before I came away. I gave one to Will Stevens. He asked me to thank you for him. We both appreciate them very much.

Iím going on leave again sometime soon. Steve and I are going together to Aberdeen. We have place to go to, a sister of one of the boys lives there.

Well Marie it is a minute or two to eight oíclock. Soldiers have to clear out of places where booze is sold by eight oíclock at night. So Iíll close.

Give my love to Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry.

Love Joe




Dear Marie;

I suppose you have wondered what is happening to me because I havenít written for so long. But it has been rather hard trying to write these days. However the fire in the brazier is burning cheerily, the approximate time I should judge to be around midnight. Although the cellar is a bit smoky due to the bad draft and my eyes are smarting from the dusty atmosphere I will write.

There is the faintest smell of juicy ripe pineapple in the air. Oh so nice to smell but when taken in quantities how annoying and hard on the eyes. Fritz again eh! We are having lovely weather. The violets, dandelions and trees are in bloom. The green of the bushes and garden (what remains of a garden of 4 years ago) only tends to heighten the colour of the few remaining red tiles on the wrecked roofs or the bricks of the stark walls. Nothing but a shambles now.

It is a day later, I could not go on with the letter. It is a bright sunshiny morning cool (with the exception of a few of our heavies soaring overhead on their journey of destruction) everything is quiet.

How am I? Oh fine. With the coming of spring I feel more buoyant, more cheerful.

Iíll be home sometime next year I think. It is the beginning of the end, donít become pessimistic. If a person looked at the papers nowadays he would surely be inclined to feel blue. But take it from me the year is early yet. I canít say anymore.

Have Vic and Mamie come back from Ottawa yet. I hope so. How is kiddy getting on, growing up I guess. Will you give me the address of Vic. Iíll drop a line. How is Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry. Is the grass green at home and the trees budding yet, has the robin come round this year yet? How I long to see all the folks at home and to walk Toronto streets, to go to the theatre and see a good play and listen to an orchestra. To eat food not cooked in gasoline tins and daintiness not seen in the trenches. When we get steak (oh yes occasionally) we usually pick it up in our fingers (itís the easiest and most comfortable way). Oh to be able to sleep in a bed with a good thick mattress on it instead of old mother earth or chicken wire. To feel good underwear or a suit of up to date civies (blue serge- something dark preferably), low shoes, silk or cashmere hose, a flashy tie and a straw lid on. Above all I can picture a white enamel bathtub and hot and cold water (at your leisure). Oh! To feel thoroughly clean from the ground up.

What does slices bananas and cream taste like. Oh! Iíll have to shut up my mouth feels like a watermelon (lots of juice) at the mere thought of such delicacies.

Iíd like to go out and meet some of the girls (I knew a few) and to walk down the street with one with pink hair ribbons on, a middy on with a big (oh yes pink ribbon also) under the collar and a big bow in front. A girl that can play, laugh, tease, you know (one of those adorable girls).

Write me a big long letter about home and everybody and "whatís doin"- theatres, boats, green grass and trees, girls and lots of things. Iím just crazy to be home but still the spirit of the troops is still excellent. Do you see any of my old boy friends, I donít hear from them very much. Will Logan drops a letter once in a while. If I was home just now and it was one of those tantalizing warm spring days and I was going to school, I would just be in the mood to play hooky and amble downtown and spend my time looking in the shop windows or in Eatonís and Simpsonís. Spend a dime or so on chocolates and go to some movie show, get home in time for supper and after supper meet the bunch and go off somewhere.

Iíll conclude. Give my love to Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry and "Sweety Heart".

Love Joe



Signaller Joe G. Sproule

HQ, 3rd Cdn MG Bn

BEF, France

(New address)

(Note: On May 24th, May 28th and June 14th, Joe sent " whizbangs" to Marie. These were Field Service Post Cards with a series of check-off statements such as: "I am quite well," or another "I have been admitted into hospital," and another, " I have received your, letter dated, telegram, parcel," and finally, "Letter follows at first opportunity.")

Sample of a "whizbang" June1918












Dear Marie;

That notable day has come and gone. They say a man becomes of age on his 21st birthday, in other words a man. As far as I know Iím still as I used to be I donít notice any change in myself nor any elation over the fact.

Another surprising thing is that I have spent my last three birthdays away from home. From eighteenth to twenty-one is quite a jump isnít it.

I thank you for your kind birthday wishes Marie very much. It was very cheering to me to receive letters of remembrance.

So Dad received another parcel of Nobleís things, what a long time to receive them after his death. Did we ever receive anything of Hughís personal effects?

You ask me about my new work! Iím still signalling, just about the same as I was before; we are in a new formation now. Iím in charge of a battery signal station, (four of us). Well what do you know about it. So Bill has given his girl a diamond ring. Iím not surprised at all. According to his letters she is just about perfect. He thinks a lot of her.

Iím glad that John Maguire is getting a spell of army experience in Canada because the ideas and opinions a young fellow gets in the army are more liable to be a help than a harm when learning army discipline and routine when he is under the good influence of friends. You understand what I mean. If it wasnít for the fact that I spent six months training in Canada and still being under the influence of Dad, Mother and friends and becoming somewhat set in my ideas of things I donít know what kind of a person I might have been by now. As it is thereís all kinds of room for improvement in me. Corporal Sinton, Ollieís friend, is back in "Blighty," wounded eh?

It seems to me Marie that I wrote an acknowledgement to Mrs. Ross for a box which I received last spring (early). Iím not certain but I believe I did. If not, I wrote her a letter sometime ago.

As regards myself. Iím fine, couldnít be better. Lots of exercise and out of doors practically all the time. Iím as dark as an Indian. Somehow I canít find much to say Marie. My streak of newsiness are few and far between. Youíll forgive me this time will you? Give my love to Aunt Kate, Uncle Henry and I thank them for their kind remembrances. Iíll close.

Love Joe


Canadaís famous contribution to Remembrance ripped from an Army newspaper and sent home to Marie

June 1918

Joe at 21, June 4, 1918




Dear Marie;

First of all I want to thank you for the box which I received a couple of days ago. It was the first box I received for a long time and you may be sure was enjoyed by us very much. Maybe we didnít dig into it too, we were up the line and as you know that is the best place to receive parcels. Parcel mail has been irregular in delivery. It was something like two weeks after my birthday that my birthday boxes began to arrive. Many that were sent have not yet arrived.

The last couple of days have been wet days. Previously we have had ideal weather. Hot dayss with white hot sun beating down; some remarked about the heat. For my part Iíd rather perspire than shiver. Iíve had enough of this teeth chattering business to make me appreciate the sun. Old Sol! Hs only made me keel over once and that was after joining up on my first route march from Niagara-on-the-Lake to Queenston Heights. The long upgrade to the heights caved me in (I fainted). The only time I ever fainted in my life. But I could march it a dozen times over, full pack under the hottest of suns now. I never once failed to walk the whole distance of a march in the three years Iíve been in the army. Thatís something isnít it.

Well Marie my letter shows that I am enjoying the best of health. We have enjoyed a good spell out of the line, lots of vigorous exercise and rigid training this summer. On the whole the best summer I have spent in this country so far.

Another breath or two of warm air and the summer will be over. We will feel the damp chill laden breezes from the north creeping down on us. Then another winter of rain and mud to be borne cheerfully and optimistically. I wonder if this body of mine can hold out thru another winter. I didnít take last winter as well as the winter before. However with such a good summer as this I ought to be fit for anything.

Still busy Marie? Howís Aunt Kateís chickens and garden making out. Are Mamie and Vic up yet from Ottawa? Will you give me Vicís address please? I havenít heard about Harv Ė has he been exempted? Or Russell? (Note: Harvey and Russell Harris were cousins)

Well Marie I have put on the water to boil. I think it must be about ready to drop the tea into it. I must get busy preparing dinner at 1:30 PM for the five of us. Give my love to Auntie Kate and Uncle Henry.

Love Joe


My job is just about the same as it was before only we are in a new organization. JGS

A wild rose pressed and enclosed in a letter home, July 1918



To: Nursing sister Marie. Joeís epistle to the Golays

From: One of Fochís pets. (Note: Marshall Foch, was the French Allied Commander in Chief)

Dear Marie

Itís such a long time since I wrote to you isnít it Sis. Fact is we have been so busy; as the papers are telling you no doubt. I have been l have been letting my letters to Mother and Dad do for all the folks. I will answer your letter of July 8/18.

Much as the field cards are a soldierís excuse for a letter, they are a means of letting the folks know that all is well when he is busy scrapping and has no time to write a letter. That is why I sent them to you Marie.

I thank you for your snaps very much of you in uniform too. Did you go to Oshawa for a vacation? You and Olive went somewhere didnít you? Did you take any snaps? If so you know where to send some to.

Say Sis. Donít you go learning to drive that car too fast now, give me a chance, donít forget. You say that in a yearís time you will be able to drive it; are you sure you wonít need a post graduate course in driving after that. Maybe by then Iíll be there to learn with you. I bet you enjoyed a pleasant trip in the motor to Cobourg with those people. A sight of the dear old home at Cobourg would certainly make you homesick. Didnít Aunt Kate enjoy it especially at Cobourg? I think she did. Aunt Kate is always bright and cheerful though isnít she?

I thank you so much for the box Marie. I got it during one of the busy spells. It certainly was welcome. During pushes one seldom gets mail regular. However your box came. I need a pair of socks bad. Those were a godsend and the eats Ė why Ė say Marie Ė Iíll tell you how much we enjoyed them if you send another box sometime. Thereís a bargain now. So Irving Perry (cousin) is married too. Huh! And Harvey Harris (another cousin) has he got further exemption; no I donít understand him either.

Say Marie will you give me Vicís address. I want to write her about the kid. I like the kid an awful lot. As a rule, Iím a poor one with youngsters but Iím awfully fond of Mamie. So please give me the address. How are the chicks and "ens" getting along, are they laying still?

About myself, I canít say anything new Iím still OK, feeling fine as silk. They (shrapnel) are still missing me. I guess the Bosch donít know Iím out here yet. Many a time I thought a shell coming my way had my number on it but somehow 157114 is still slipping between or ducking those chunks of hot iron. But Iíd better not boast eh.

Iím with Division now, signalling Ė its very interesting work, on switchboards you know. Iím what you might call a "central." Well Marie, give my love to your Mother and Dad. Iíll close.

Love Bro. Joe

Hugs and XXXXXX Ė (barbwire entanglements)

P.S. I hope youíll pardon this really excellent example of penmanship.


Dear Marie

Well Iím on leave at last. Am having a swell time. Am stopping with friends.

Love Joe

Another post card from Liverpool postmarked Oct 18, 1918

Dear Marie.

This is where I am spending my leave just across from Liverpool.


P.S. Having a dandy time

The image on one of the above post cards, October 1918

Mons, Belgium

November 1918

Dear Marie;

Just a line to let you know that everything is OK. Well the war is over eh! Gee I can hardly realize it you know. We are living in Mons, it is quite a beautiful town and shows practically nothing of the ravages of war. This is the town where the British first came in touch with the Bosch in í14 and were forced back to a line outside of Arras. It was known as "The Retreat from Mons" in í14. It was the British Regulars who lost it in í14 and the Cdn 3rd Division who took it back in í18. A feather in the cap of the 3rd "Cans" eh! On the same morning that the town of Mons was taken the Armistice was signed. At 11AM on the 11th day of the 11th month 1918. Quite easy history to remember eh! Excuse the style of handwriting, I have borrowed another pen, mine has gone dry.

It is rumoured that we go to Koblenz or some Rhine town. What the Sam Hill do we want to go there for? The sooner I can put on a boiled shirt and starched collar and suit of civvies the better. Now that guerre is finished the Army holds no interest to me. When it was on I was always game to sticking right with it. I reckon Iíve done my share. And now that is it and I want to go home. The sooner I can quit polishing buttons and drilling the better. Oh well I suppose Iíll be back for spring planting. I can tell you Iíd like to feel Yonge Street under my feet. Say when I get home Iíll take to Toronto like a duck to water.

The other day a Frenchman gave me a copy of a write up about the 3rd Cans, "Fochís Pets," that was posted up in the streets of Mons after the boys took the town. I would like to keep it Marie, its in French. Iíll send it to you; will you keep it for me Marie? They are hard to get; if I succeed in getting another you may have this one. Also a carbon copy of the original wireless message which notified us that things would quit at 11/11/18. It is another souvenir I would like to keep. Well Marie, Iíll close.

Give my love to Auntie Kate, Uncle Henry and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.

Love Joe

P.S. My address is the MG address as of old. Joe

Christmas greetings, 1918

(Note: Following is from a post card.)

Mons, Belgium


Dear Marie

Ever been in this place of Mons. Pretty nice burg. Iím having a pretty good time but am crazy to get home as quick as they can send me.

Love Joe


Mons, Belgium


Dear Marie,

Just a few lines to say that I am OK as usual which is not important is it to write down. The main thing is that Iím enclosing a photo of yours truly which I had taken while on leave.

I have shaved my moustache off you can see. Iím attempting to grow another one though. Yes! I didnít want to look like a half-baked savage, so I shed my fur for the occasion.

Another very important thing is I wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I only wish that I could be able to share in the joys at home with you all. But that is impossible. So I must be content. In any case I suppose weíll be home in three or four months. Just in time for a summer vacation eh!

Well Iíve finished with what I have to say. Iíll leave you in peace eh Sis. Give my love to Aunt Kate and Uncle Henry.

Much love, Bro Joe


Joe without his fur vest, December 1918












Joe with his fur vest, December 1918

Bramshott Camp



Dear Marie;

Just a line. Am leaving England for Canada on Monday. On board the Olympic. Hurrah, five thousand going home, in 1916 we had seven thouí five hundred on board.

Today Iíve been bathed, steamed, disinfected and fumigated our clothes. I feel like a rag. The best bath I ever had in my life. Thereís no such thing as dirt on me. They shot steam and anti-flu dope through a high power jet at us in a closed room. So guess Iím eligible for Canada now.

Love to all

Lots Oílove Bro Joe

P.S. Sincerely hope you have recovered from the effects of the flu. JGS

(Note: I hope this will be an important addition to the Joseph Sproule family record. David Sproule, completed January/February 2007).


In Memoriam: Soldiers of the 58th Bn CEF

An Address delivered by Gordon MacKinnon at the Church of the Transfiguration

Manor Road East, Toronto, on 6 November 2005.

Veterans Affairs Canada has declared 2005 The Year of the Veteran and it is fitting that we should take some time to think about the veterans who have defended Canada in the First and Second World Wars, Korea and in Peacekeeping. In particular, we should concentrate on over 4000 men who served in the 58th Battalion of the Canadian Expeditionary Force from 1915 to 1919 because of this churchís unique connection to the 58th. The founding vicar of the Church of the Transfiguration, Canon C. W. Hedley, served as a chaplain to the 58th, the battalion flags were deposited here after the disbanding of the battalion, and a plaque commemorating the 851 dead of the battalion is on the wall. The Boy Scouts and Wolf Cubs that meet here took 58 as their number. After the disbanding of the 58th Battalion in 1920 the church was for many years the place that the veterans of that battalion held their Remembrance Day services. The year 2005 also marks the ninetieth anniversary of the creation of the 58th.

My uncle, Corporal Archie MacKinnon, twice came very close to being on the list as one of the 58th soldiers who made the supreme sacrifice. Once near Ypres he was completely buried by an exploding shell and was saved by his comrades who dug him out. The second time was at Courcelette on the Somme battlefield when he was so severely wounded that after six months in a hospital in Wales he was shipped back to Toronto as Ďno longer fit for military duties.í He, the other wounded, the dead, and those who survived unwounded, are all men whose memory we should keep and honour today and always. Veterans rarely spoke about their experiences because the horror of the memories was too intense for words. Archie was the same, according to his family, but his few surprisingly frank letters to his sister which have survived give us a rare glimpse of an ordinary soldierís reaction to the carnage .

Uncle Archie was born in Toronto Junction in July 1895, the second son and third child of a Scottish immigrant also named Archie, and his wife Annie, an immigrant from County Armagh, Ireland. Two more sons were born to this couple, my father Neil in 1899, and his brother, my namesake, Gordon, in 1903. The first-born was the only daughter, Jean. It is because of Jean that we are able to know about Archieís short traumatic time as a soldier because Jean preserved as a memorial the letters that Archie and his older brother Ronald sent to her from the trenches. Father Archie was a blacksmith and machinist in the CPR Shops in the Toronto Junction. Three years after mother Annieís premature death at the age of 35, he remarried and moved his family of five children to a farm in Proton Township, Grey County, near Dundalk, Ontario.

Uncle Archie was single and boarding with his married sister Jean and her husband in the Junction when he volunteered for the new 58th Battalion in July 1915. He was only 19, a couple of weeks short of his twentieth birthday, but added a year to his age so he could be sure to get overseas before the war was over. Even though the Canadians had already suffered heavy casualties in historyís first use of poison gas, the first Ďweapon of mass destruction,í at Ypres, Belgium in April of 1915, there was still the optimism that the war would be short and one should do his duty before it ended. We do not know the personal motives that the Archie had for volunteering. The economic recession of 1913-14, loyalty to the British Empire of these men who were either born in Britain or had British born parents, young men wanting adventure, anti-German war propaganda, have all been suggested as general reasons for the eager response to the call. Historians agree that what kept them going in the brutal conditions of the trenches was loyalty to their few immediate fellow sufferers in the front lines. In Archieís letters we can see the rapid change from brash youth seeing war as a great adventure to a person who wanted no more of death and horror. These horrors for him included being buried alive, being hit five times by shrapnel balls without serious injury, and a permanent ringing in his ears from artillery explosions, in the short time the battalion spent in the trenches after its arrival in Flanders in March 1916. On June 13 1916 the battalion was in the attack at Sanctuary Wood near Ypres to regain the land lost in the Battle of Mount Sorrel from June 2-9. "Nobody can imagine what kind of night it was June 12th," he wrote. "When you see five acres of bush going up in the air, there is something doing. Big trees and everything in the air at once. I got a letter from home wanting me to send a souvenir but believe me if I come back it will be souvenir enough." Shortly thereafter, when his older brother, Ronald, who joined after Archie, was wounded in Sanctuary Wood, Archieís letters became less exuberant. "Ron didnít last long. Well there are lots who get it without ever seeing the Front Line." Ronald had been in Flanders only three weeks and was destined to be killed at Vimy Ridge later.

The next correspondence that has survived was a telegram that stated that "Corporal Archie MacKinnon 452657 has been admitted to No.3 Western Hospital, Cardiff, Wales suffering from Ďgunshot wound arm and legí." He had been trained as a Lewis machine gunner and promoted to corporal, the soldier in the crew who fired the gun. On the first day the Canadians fought in the Battle of the Somme, September 15, 1916, near Courcelette, a shell explosion killed the others in the crew and Archie himself was hurled into the air. When he landed his leg was twisted around his neck and blood was dripping down his arm but stretcher bearers got him out after dark to a first aid station. His first letter from the hospital shows a return of his youthful enthusiasm. He had a Blighty, the army slang for a wound that was serious enough to require treatment in Britain. "O," he wrote, "I am a hundred times better off now! Just imagine-a broken leg- a person couldnít wish for a better Blighty! Six weeks or so in bed and then limp for the duration is my motto! I donít want to be called a brave soldier. No more of France for me if I can get out of it," and later the anguish again "I was wishing I would get hit so I could get out of it."

It was during his long convalescence in the Cardiff hospital that he wrote the only letter to my father that has survived. My father, Neil, was born in May 1899 and so when this letter was written by Archie, Neil was sixteen and a half. "You say you want to enlist when you become of age. You are crazy, kid. There ainít many fellows that go to France that donít get hit. Look, I was hit not so bad and have been lying on my back eight weeks on Saturday. You never see any Germans of any account but you see all kinds of shells exploding, killing and wounding fellowsÖ You sleep with your clothes on, lousy as hell, and nothing to eat. If you seen five minutes of it that would be enough. You donít get a meal ever in the morning. The sergeant will throw a quarter loaf and a tin of bully beef and that does for 24 hours whether the rats eat it or not. You are foolish to join. I know now cause I have been through the mill and this is straight. I wouldnít go back if I can get out of it. The war will last a good many years so donít be in a hurry!"

When the medical authorities decided he was medically unfit for service because an infantry soldier with a bad leg cannot march 20 miles a day with a 30 kilogram back pack as the infantry often had to do, he was exuberant. "I am a sporty corporal now with a game leg. My girl is longing for my return to Canada which will only be a few weeks now. Well I have just had my dinner and am going down to Earley this afternoon by train. So you can see I am having a fairly good time."

Archie arrived back in Toronto late in March 1917. His father met him at the station and wrote to his eldest son Ronald in the trenches. "Archie is not the boy he was when he went away." That letter was never delivered but came back marked "Return to sender. Killed in Action April 9 1917"

These men and the men of the Second World War did not think of themselves as heroes. Indeed those who won medals for bravery were reluctant to tell of their exploits but preferred to jest that the medals and decorations had "come up with the rations." Nor did they think of themselves as victims of incompetent generals as some historians have alleged. They saw themselves as men who had a duty to protect their country no matter the personal cost. Let us honour them for that. We will remember them.


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