Trumbull, Conn., May 26, 1944
Well, there here! They arrived about 11 o’clock Saturday morning. I met them at the railroad station and knew at first glance what I have surmised right along: that my new daughter rated 100%, not only with her husband but with her father-in-law, and I don’t doubt with all her new brothers in law when you have had a chance to get acquainted. With no more than a very short acquaintance to date, I should say her two outstanding characteristics were kindness and a jolly good nature – – a happy disposition and a natural charm that makes everyone like her at once. As she will probably read this I won’t say too much on the subject here and now but I think any family reunions we have, and which of course I am looking forward to, will be all the happier for her presence. It looks as though Lad’s married life would be a peaceful and happy one.
They had an uneventful trip from Los Angeles except in that section of the country where the floodwaters delayed all travel, but stopped and had a fleeting meeting with Aunt Elsie at the Grand Central just before rushing to catch the Bridgeport train. Last night we saw some pictures of the wedding on both movie and Kodachrome slides. They were both pretty tired after so many nights traveling and trying to sleep under difficult conditions so this morning they slept until dinnertime. Biss, Zeke and the two youngsters came over for dinner but Jean had been invited some weeks before to spend the weekend with her aunt, so the family circle was not quite complete.
Right now Marian and Lad are looking over our famous log telling of the famous cruise of the Helen, and from the laughter that bubbles out frequently it seems as though there must have been quite a few funny incidents. I guess I’ll have to look over it myself again to refresh my memory.
The only note this week is a letter from Dave in which he is hopeful of making legal matters in connection with Grandma’s will to be an excuse for catching a furlough in June. He is now completely recovered from the mumps, which I guess was a light case, and is now back in the regular routine. I am waiting to find out if he will continue in radio where he left off.
Mr. and Mrs. Gibson stopped in after church today to see Lad and said Arnold and Alta had started on their motorcycle for San Francisco where he is to be stationed a few days before final acceptance under the contract he had arranged for work at Pearl Harbor. Alta cannot go out there with him immediately but hopes eventually to line up for some sort of job that will permit her to join him later. He sold his Packard, his canoe and the trailer within a day after advertising them in the paper.
Lad, who talked with Aunt Dorothy for a few minutes, says Ted and Helen expect to be in New York this week, that Anne has gone to Vermont presumably for Gweneth’s graduation. Aunt Dorothy is not feeling yet quite up to the strain of wartime train trips but hopes before long to be able to make a visit to Trumbull. Meantime Lad and Marian plan to go to New York someday this week to see them all.
Summons for supper, combined with lack of further news, induces me to forgo starting a second page, so ta ta from
Tomorrow and Friday, one more letter from Grandpa about Lad and Marian’s trip to Trumbull. Grandpa finally meets Marian.