Grandpa wrote individual letters to each of his four sons this week. I’ll be posting two today and two tomorrow, but as usual, each son got a copy of all four letters. Grandpa really kept everyone connected and aware of what the others were doing.
October 20, 1940
The score is 100% this week — letters from all four absent ones. Quadrapedes, I’d call it. Yours, acknowledging receipt of the album, written
October 6th, arrived on the 12th, and that’s pretty prompt carriage. I am glad it pleased your fancy. In fact, you appeared to be so much delighted with receiving a package by mail that I have sent another wee package of three little items I picked up in the 5 and 10 cents store. You have not said anything lately about the club and how it is going. Are you still on the board? What sort of games do you play? Can I send little trinkets or favors from time to time that would help?
With Chris’s time nearly up and Mr. Breeding out of circulation, it looks more than ever as though they need your ability and experience.
An interesting letter from Dick says they have rented a cottage at Clearwater Beach, Florida, with the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, shower room, screened porch in front with a hammock and a daybed; also a refrigerator, hot and cold running water and access to the beach at any time, all for $15 a week (which they succeeded in getting reduced to $13). The water, Dick says, is the clearest he has ever seen with the possible exception of Silver Springs. The sand is very fine and smooth and packs well. Evidently they are having a good time.
I was very glad, of course, to receive your letter written from 454 ½ Mandalay Blvd., Clearwater Beach. You can sing your own song about the road to Mandalay now. It was interesting also to know that you located Aunt Anne. While you did not say so, I assume you stayed the night at her house. Incidentally, I have, since receiving your letter, re-mailed the one that was returned, to her again. Sorry you could not have stopped in Washington and looked up your cousin who wrote me that she was expecting you, had a daughter about your age who was very anxious to meet you, etc.
Donald Whitney stopped in the other night and asked me if I would give him a character reference letter to use in applying for enlistment in the Marine Reserve Corps. Incidentally I served on the local conscription enrollment board which met at Center School. During the day we handled the enrollment of 99 men. There were a total of 330 from Trumbull. Many other Trumbull men of course enrolled in Bridgeport. I am waiting with interest to hear from Dan and Ced on their experiences in Alaska and also whether Lad filled out any application sent to him by his company in New York.
Carl and Ethel are thinking of getting married about February 1st and were hoping to get the apartment about the first of the year so Ethel could furnish it. This may yet be possible if the Times-Star man backs out. I told Karl I would be willing to bet that one of Ced’s great regrets about being in Alaska was the fact that he could not be present at Carl’s wedding to “do his bit”, but that probably Bill Slawson would not need any help at that.
Incidentally, I also heard that it was a strong possibility that Benny Slawson, after enlistment, would be sent to Alaska. Wouldn’t it be something if he was stationed near Anchorage?
How long do you expect to stay at Clearwater Beach? Be sure you let me know what your plans are far enough in advance so there will be time for your letter to reach me and me to get a reply back to you, next mailing stop, before you reach it. Two weeks would be a safe margin, I should say.
Dan is anxious to be kept posted on your doings, and in his last letter says,” Dick, you rat, if you head for Florida let me in on the trip as it progresses. You want to keep a day by day record of it for posterity. It is more fun to read over such a journal in later days than it is to live it. Take it from an old peregrine.”
Ced promises to send me, as soon as he can get it from the photographer, an airview of Anchorage. He also writes he got a bonus with his last paycheck, which may turn out to be a raise. He is a bit modest, but if his boss knows him as well as I do, there would be no doubt about it being a raise. He also mentions finding out in the course of a conversation with the only girl member of the flying club, that she comes from New Milford — usual remark about the world being a small place, etc.
Not much local news that I can think of except that Mr. Davis evidently is a poor loser and claims he is going to make trouble for the new Republican administration. It started by Davis claiming the new First Selectman, Bailey, ought pay him the equivalent of one week of his salary for helping him to get started, based on the premise that that was what he (Davis) did in my case, which is about as cold a lie as anyone could tell.
Tomorrow, I’ll post the other two letters. Then on Saturday, we’ll have another Tribute To Arla and on Sunday, the next installment of Mary E. Wilson’s Autobiography. Next week, we’ll look in on 1943 and see what’s going on with Lad’s engagement as well as what the other boys are up to.