Trumbull – A Father’s Pride – Dec., 1940

R-104    December 1, 1940


Dear Boys:

This note is like to be a brief one because it is now 10 o’clock and I have just sat down to the typewriter. Dave was invited to a party in Westport this afternoon, from 2 to 8 P.M., and after leaving him there I went over to call on Bruce. The party was over later than anticipated and I have just reached home.

Blog - Lad in Venezuela walking in field (cropped)

The most noteworthy news this week was a letter from Lad in which he informs me that he is now in complete charge of the garage and transportation, has under his charge eight foreman and 49 men. To a father, news like this, evidencing what according to the world’s standards is an evidence of material success, is one of the most important and stirringly pleasing things that can happen and while I tried not to be too obvious in my pride in front of others, I did go around hugging the thought to myself with a great deal of satisfaction and if anybody had heard me chuckling to myself after I got in bed the night the letter came, they would have thought I was either crazy or having a pleasant dream. Congratulations, old sock, and while it was not unexpected, it is great news nevertheless.

Wednesday night Dick and Dave drove down to New York in the Buick to pick up Aunt Betty and Aunt Elsie. I filled my usual role as chef. Elizabeth and Butch were also present, and the meal must have been good because Bissie, who is not given to complements, said it was the best meal she had had in six months and even mentioned it next day to David when she came down again. We had jellied consommé with breadsticks, salted nuts, celery and olives, Turkey (15 lbs) with mushroom stuffing and Alaskan cranberry sauce, mashed white potatoes with giblet gravy, fried mushrooms, green peas, lettuce salad, French dressing with cheese wafers, plum pudding with a special brandy flavored sauce, Burrough’s Cider, nuts and raisins and fruit. Dave made up a fancy piece for the center of the table – – an Indian tepee scene, and after dishes were washed we had a private showing of Lad’s Venezuela movie colored films and some rented scenes, and later Barbara brought down Helen’s machine and showed colored films including some Dan had sent which were really beautiful. There was one of an Alaskan sunset and some two or three other woodsy scenes which were veritable art gems and as paintings would have taken first prize Academy awards.

Dick seems to like his job with the Underwood people but still thinks he prefers outdoor work.

We had a white Thanksgiving Day here, the snow being a blanket, or perhaps I should say tablecloth, over all the ground. It is still with us although the roads are clear now. Col. Weeks has been called back to the Army again and has been assigned to Jacksonville, Fla., and in stopping in at my office Saturday to say goodbye, asked to be remembered to you boys. He is selling his place in Trumbull under the circumstances but says he wants to come back here when and if conditions will permit.

No letters from Alaska last week which I hope means I will hear from the division of the north this week. And that’s all the news until my next broadcast.


Over the radio tonight it was said the Italian army put up signs during their March on Greece, “The Italian Army cannot be stopped”, to which the Greeks, who were chasing them, added the words, “When retreating”.

The rest of the week will be filled with posts of two letters from Grandpa to his three sons away from home.

Judy Guion


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