Yesterday, I posted a long letter from Grandpa to all of his sons, Lad in Venezuela and Dan and Ced in Alaska. He continued the letter by writing individual letters to each of his sons, addressing more personal matters to each. Those letters follow.
September 8, 1940
Dear Ugda Tablet:
Greetings, my little pill, I mean pal. My days of watching and waiting and praying have at last been rewarded – – a real letter has reached me in which, in your own inimitable
style, you acknowledge clippings, paint a picture of Army life, give a thumbnail sketch of the aftermath of fish spawning, and envision the coming of fall as only a true child of nature can feel it, for all of which my respects and thanks. Someday when you feel practical and inclined to talk of mundane, everyday things like dirty socks, rough fingernails, dull razor blades, garlic breath on your working companion, etc., drop me a line just as interestingly written about your hopes and disappointments, new friends, your clothes, etc., you know. By the way I have just gotten from the Bridgeport Public Library the new Federal Writers Project book on A Guide to Alaska – Last American Frontier. Author is Merle Colby. The two most interesting pages I have run across yet are popular errors about Alaska. Have you been to Palmer yet or to Matanuska?
Thanks for the delayed letter about the Willys but I still don’t know what finally happened. I will look forward to the history to which you refer to clear up the matter. I don’t think I told you that Don Whitney has a 1934 Ford he bought through his cousin in the business in Black Rock. Dick is quite thrilled because he has now paid into your account the $40 that he says you told him he could purchase the Packard for, and it is now all his own. In honor of the event he spent yesterday afternoon repairing the back door so that it would not fall off by the hinge every time it was opened. What are you boys doing for suitable clothes and bedding for the cold weather? I hope the box of clothes I sent will reach you safely and in good time. I have insured them so that if they do not arrive at all or are damaged in transit, be sure to call the attention of the postmaster, in the latter event, before you remove them from the post office.
Evidently from all I can learn, not so much directly from the parties themselves as that might be colored a bit, but from outside sources, that your gift to the new Mr. and
Mrs. Arnold Gibson, as negotiated by your esteemed Purchasing Agent, made unquestionably a true bull’s-eye, for which of course we are both glad. They’re still away, of course, but I have heard from several sources that before leaving several, highly flattering remarks were made regarding the stainless steel double boiler. I stopped in at Reads the early part of last week and was told that the Spanish book you wanted, and which I ordered through them, had already been sped on its way to you. Cost was two dollars, I believe. I hope it reaches you promptly and in good condition. Did you ever send that second batch of negatives? If so, they have failed, as yet, to put in an appearance.
My clipping department has not been as productive this week. Dan’s vicious attack on the Ugda tablet episode probably gave them pause, and when they catch their breath again they may resume activities.
Meanwhile, hay-feverishly and with tears in my eyes, I bid you all a fond achoo!
Tomorrow, we’ll be looking forward to 1943 when four of Grandpa’s sons are away from home, serving Uncle Sam. Dan and Dick are headed overseas soon, Ced continues his work in Alaska, at the same place but for the military who have taken over the airfield, and Lad continues his teaching duties at Camp Santa Anita and his social life with Marian in California. We’ll catch up on things in 1943 for the rest of the week and then see the next installment of A Tribute To Arla on Saturday.
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