Item 04: Frank Valentine Weir letter diary, 1 January-31 December 1918 - Page 108

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[Page 108]

17 April 1918 Wednesday
In pickle bottles, I have Cyclamen & wild Maidenhair Fern, Iris, Tulips, Lavender, but summer is coming & all are drying up. Had dinner with the Military Governor a Sergeant Major [indecipherable] of man but at least both speak English. Gold & silver coins are scarce & some of the Jews are very clever at trying to get the former, the Arabs & others never give change say they have not, in fact the first English words many learn are NO CHANGE.

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