I’m going to share some letters on this forum from “Letters of J.M. Barrie” (Edited by Viola Meynell and published by Peter Llewelyn Davies’ publishing house) that I find interesting and that others in this forum would find interesting. Also I’m sharing letters that don’t appear in The Lost Boys book or currently on the database. For this topic I’m sharing letters that JMB wrote to Peter Scott, his godson and son of famous Royal Navy officer and explorer Captain Robert Falcon Scott, and his letters to Peter’s mother Kathleen that mention
Peter. These letters are some of my favorites in the book and they show the great relationship between Barrie and Peter!
9 April 1918
My dear Peter
Your mother thinks I do not write clearly, but I expect this is jealousy. It is funny to think of your being at a French school, parlez-vous-ing with big guns firing and bells ringing and hooters hooting. What a lot you will have to tell me when we meet again. Michael and Nicholas are here just now, and tomorrow we are going to Wales for ten days. Michael won the competition at Eton for flinging the cricket ball farthest. Peter is where the fighting is heaviest, near Amiens. I think Brown will have to go and be a fighter now as he is under fifty. It will be queer if I am the only person left in London and have to cook the food and kill the cow and drive the bus. It will be rather difficult for me to be engine-driver and guard at the same time and also take the tickets and sweep the streets and sell the balloons at the corner and hold up my hand like a policeman to stop the traffic every time a taxi comes along. Then I shall also have to be the person inside the taxi at the same as I am sitting outside driving it, and if I run over anybody it will have to be myself, and I will have to take my own number and carry myself on a stretcher to the hospital, and I will need to be at both ends of the stretcher at once. Also I will have to hurry on in front of the stretcher so as to be door-keeper when the stretcher arrives, and how can I be the door-keeper when I have to the doctor, and how can I be the doctor when I have to be the nurse? You see I am going to have a very busy time, and I expect a letter from you would cheer me up. I will have to be the postman who delivers it.
Your loving Barrie