This letter and the one I posted yesterday were both sent to my father in Venezuela at the same time, the cost of postage being what it was! There are actually very few letters between the brothers, mostly they relied on Grandpa’s “clearing house of news” to keep them informed of everything going on in the family. If Grandpa knew about it, so did everyone else, very quickly!
September 11, 1940
It is with the utmost confidence that I undertake this letter….because it is apparent that you, too, miss-spell words in the heat and hurry of typing! So when you fnid wordsxxxxx that look funny, you will redliez that maybe I’m not so hot, but neither are lots of other guys!
I still cherish a latent desire to pay a visit to Venezuela again, e’re long. What sort of wellcome would be my lot if I were to drop into camp some afternoon? Would I have the bridal suite at my disposal, with the band and the Alcalde to greet me Would I have my choice of the finest arepas and cochy, and a caja de chimo for my very own? Platanos fritos? Un cafecito? Or would I have to put up with lamb, and peas, and ice cream, clase de los Yanquis? Shall I bring my chinchorro, hecho de coquisa? Or shall I have to be content with a Beauty-rest mattress? Ever since I got as far as Palenque (I think that was the name of the place… several kms. south of San Juan de los Morros) I have had a feeling of frustration that must be alleviated.
Please give my regards to the Williams-es. It is with gratification that I learned of Martin’s arrival back in the Pariaguan country. Ever since he
broke his leg and they failed to shoot him, I have been under the impression that he was settled permanently in Caracas! The first day I saw him, in October, 1938, I was disillusioned. Instead of hobbling about in bed with a pair of crutches, he breezed into the office (the old office) with the grace and stamina of a gazelle! And when I left for home in July, 1939, he was still in Caracas, figuring out the best place to dig for the water and silt of which, I have been told, you have produced plenty! If you can get past the 19th hole, tho’, it will go down in the annals of golfing history. But now, with Martin back on the old stamping grounds, I suppose it will just be a matter of time until he gets his divining rod to functioning, or breaks another leg! I’m sorry I didn’t meet Mrs. “Flor” Williams. I heard on good authority that she was one of the most stunning women living, but Martin hit her light under a bushel so well that I didn’t have a chance to meet her! I really have no excuse, because they were both still in the states when I got home (I think), but I didn’t drive down to Norwalk to find out. Que virguenza!
Una cosa mas…. Usted me dijo que luego me esorobire una carta complemente en Espanol. Temo que me tome el pelo! Verdad? De Missourri yo soy! X ahora, espero.
Dad’s clearing house of news has probably informed you that I am no longer working on a wage basis… I am now employed by the Army under a ”per annum” basis, involving a cut in pay, but the acquiring of several advantages, such as sick leave, vacation with pay, Army Commissary privileges, etc. $2300 per year is my salary… If I work a year without being laid off! I have heard a rumor to the effect that there will be an airbase constructed in Columbia under the Pan American auspices. It would be a great thing if I could tie up with that! Have you heard about it?
No puedo mas! Escribame pronto… en Espanol.
Tomorrow, I’ll be posting another Guest Post by gpcox providing lots of information on entertainment for the troops, even here at home. The research is outstanding and I know I learned quite a bit. I think you’ll enjoy it.
On Wednesday, we’ll hear from Grandpa, the first of a two or three part post. It’s a very long letter and I’m not sure where I’m going to split it up.
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