In 1952 Ireland was busy trying to construct his autobiography, writing to many of his relatives for information. One with whom he exchanged correspondence was his loving and admiring niece, Alice. She wrote to him on 16 September, mentioning her brother Percy and son Raymond, music she’d heard and an array of domestic matters:
Percy has moved once more-this time from a large house to a small one-so when I go to Liverpool I shall be visiting a strange house, though not very far from the other two previous dwellings. Never have I known of so many changes – no one ever seems settled nowadays. I am glad to say Percy has had a good holiday at Colwyn Bay – he goes there every year.
I felt in splendid form on my return from Filey – the air is wonderful.
It has not really been a very hard year for me – but I have a good deal of expense this autumn – my home will have to have some joinery repairs, new spouting, fencing & gate – also the outside has to be painted. I hope the time will not be far distant when rents can be increased to help pay for repairs & renewals.
I hope you have good news of Tony, & my cousin in San Francisco – I should very much like to read the cuttings about Uncle Alleyne when they are returned to you.
My son Raymond was finally rejected for the Ministry & now seems to have settled down. He devotes most of his spare time to the Youth Fellowship of his Church- he is the Junior Club Leader & seems to have his hands full, now the winter season has started.
We have been listening to a Rachmaninoff Concerto on the radio. Irene Kohler with the Yorkshire Symphony Orchestra- but it did not approach the perfection of the records we have of it – for the gramophone.
Next Sunday is Harvest Festival Service & one of your anthems forms part of the service. A song of yours I heard recently I do like very much – “If there were dreams to sell”.
It is very cold up North – & September has not come up to expectations at all – there has been so much rain & so many high winds.
I wonder if you have television, or whether you prefer to be without it. Sometimes modern noises get unbearable. My daughter has an electric washer which bangs messily away – then there is her electric sewing machine which is just as noisy – to add to it all there is a Pressure Cooker which hisses loudly. Methinks the dignified quiet of the old homestead is a thing of the past.
Well I must close. I have meant to write sooner – but have been, as usual, so fully occupied this past eight months.
A letter will always find me if sent to Guiseley. As soon as I have had a short rest I want a post in Leeds or Bradford-preferably for the winter.
I do hope your rheumatism is not troubling you, & that you keep well. I am always so pleased to hear news of you.
Love & best wishes,
Your affectionate niece