Your letter, Lad, arrived Saturday PM and was only six days enroute. I am glad you liked the album so much. I called up Mr. Lockley and told him to send two dollars worth of carnations to Cecilia on Monday. Mrs. L, who answered the phone, said she was not sure he had carnations but they would do the best they could. Card enclosed will read, “From Laddie in Venezuela”. Speaking of movies, they ought to run “Boom Town” ( http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032273/ )down your way as is it is a picture of well drilling for oil. Mildred Goldstein is looking for a job. She told me the other day, “I’m a Jew but my boss is just a plain kike. The sooner I get another job, the better I will be satisfied”.
Aunt Betty’s birthday was on the 11th. I wrote her that we would call for her today in my newly acquired car and take her to the Fair. As she had recently been to the fair and found walking hurt her feet, we decided instead to take an auto ride through upper Westchester County to see the changing foliage. Finding ourselves in Bedford and recalling that Malcolm Baker lived there, we looked him up, found Mrs. Baker at home and after chatting for a while, Malcolm and his wife and brother arrived. We stayed a while longer and then left and had lunch and in a little roadside tavern and thence back to the Knolls. We started back home and decided to stop for a minute at Larry’s. Having missed the turn we continued on to Kemper’s street, found Franklin, who informed us that while his mother and dad had gone to Vermont for the weekend, Grandma and Aunt Dorothy had moved a few houses up, also on Mount Joy Place. We barged in, found Ted and Helen there and a few minutes later Larry and Marion and Alan walked in. We sat and chatted, and then took Ted and Helen back home. Grandma’s apartment is smaller but just as attractive and pleasant as the old. Ted looks better, says he is feeling more like himself but still not yet quite up to tackling a job in the wilds. (Ted was almost killed in an automobile accident in Venezuela in 1939 and it has been a long road to recovery.) He still recalls that he wrote Lad two or three letters and Helen wrote one before he got a letter jointly answering both, so he gave up writing to Lad. Your last letter to him, Dan, I guess smoothed things over because Ted said he was going to write me tomorrow to say that he had just learned that a “hell of a big Navy contract has just been let for Alaska and if there is any doubt as to your being continued on at the airbase, and even if there is, he suggests that you go to the head of your gang and asked him if he would give you a letter recommending you to the head of the naval construction authority as soon as you work begins to let down. He says this is a hot tip. He also thought it would be a darn good stunt if, with your rating as Junior engineer, you tried for a second Lieutenancy in the Army in the Constructing Quartermasters Department, where he says you will do exactly the same kind of work you are doing now, at the same or better salary, plus food and living expenses, plus bonuses, qualifications for pensions, plus civil-service performance, plus being shifted all over from place to place, and that while you would be in the Army, you would never know anything more about the manual of arms then you know now. You would be certain of a good job for at least three years, be in line for rapid advancement with all the construction work in contemplation, and each advance in rank means more pay, more prestige, etc., would take you out of the fighting Army, which you might have to join if you were drafted, would take you from Alaska to Panama, from the West Indies to Hawaii or the Philippines, or wherever the government wanted Army construction work done. I told him you were agin’ the Army, but he said you were doing now exactly the same as you would be doing the other way, but would be considerably better off in every way. Well, anyway, I passed on the message to you as it was delivered and you may act upon it or not as you think best.
Of course all the relatives, including Ted, wanted to be remembered to all the gang, which included all of my four older boys, and Aunt Betty also sends her love. In fact there is so much of it this trip, I’ll have to reserve mine to send some other time, so it won’t get this letter all cloyed up. It’s late, old Beautyrest is calling and Mack is waiting for me to go up so he can requisition this chair. I’m going to fool him however by putting the round footstool in it.
Tomorrow and Sunday I’ll post some “Special Pictures”.
On Monday, I’ll begin posting letters written in 1941. Both Lad and Dan are living in Trumbull and working at the Producto Company, hoping to avoid the draft.