Trumbull – Bits of Poetry (1) – Lessons And Conscription – Dec., 1940

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B-106 dated at Trumbull, Conn., December 15, 1940

Dear Children:

Between the dark and the daylight,

When the night is beginning to lower,

Comes a pause in the days occupations,

That is known as the Children’s Hour.

Thus the time to write to my boys.

The day is done, and the darkness

Falls from the wings of Night

As a feather is wafted downward

From an eagle in his flight.

And now the time to begin. So here goes:

I have sent each of you boys several packages, the contents of which are faintly indicative of the love and goodwill and affection which exists in the heart of one father back in the old home of Trumbull, Conn. To you, Lad, there is nothing of much intrinsic value, but the four or five separate packages of trinkets, plus a stocking to put them in, will perhaps arrive separately and I hope in time for Christmas. I have also taken a chance on having Read’s send you a package which I hope will get by the customs authorities without trouble. To you, Dan and Ced, shipments are being made from Sears Roebuck and Read’s, and I have also sent to each stockings with the usual Christmas knickknacks and a package also of some items which were too late to include in the stockings but which you are to insert yourselves in case they arrive in time. And if childhood customs still persist you will refrain from opening any such packages until Christmas, the same as we are doing back here, thinking of you the a while and wishing you were here with us.

The home we first new on this beautiful earth

The friends of our childhood, the place of our birth

In the hearts inner chamber sung always will be

as the shell ever sings of its home in the sea.

I seem to be running a bit to poetry tonight, as you may observe.

LESSONS:   it is gratifying to know that all three of you are still thirsting for knowledge and are going about acquiring it. I was quite surprised to learn from your letter, Ced, that you are far enough along in your flying experience to take off and land alone. I was still more surprised to know you had more difficulty in taking off than in landing. I had imagined it would be just the reverse. Dan, I note, has finished his mining course and is looking forward to the opening of night school. I shall be much interested in hearing more in detail of the courses offered and those you elect.

Blog - Martin and Flor Williams - 1945

Lad has made occasional reference to the Spanish classes he is attending but his last letter explained that Mrs. Williams, (Flor Williams, Mrs. Martin Williams, who visited Trumbull on at least one occasion, see above) wife of one of the head man, is holding classes at her home in the Camp, and is a very good teacher.

CONSCRIPTION: All my worry about you boys and the draft is for naught. Lad says down there absolutely nothing has happened regarding it although the Pan-American Air Lines revealed that the US government expected anyone in foreign service upon return to the states was to report to the nearest registration office within five days of landing. Registration Day in Anchorage is rumored to be sometime late in January.

The rest of this letter will be posted tomorrow.

On Saturday and Sun day, more Special Pictures.

On Monday, I’ll begin a week of letters written in 1941, after Lad has returned from Venezuela, Dan is home from Alaska and Ced and Dick are still in Anchorage.

Judy Guion


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