Trumbull, Conn. January 25, 1942
Your reverse addressed letter to Dan arrived yesterday, but alas it has not reached him for the reason that he is not home nor do we any of us know where he is. On Wednesday last Dick and myself drove up with him in my car to the railroad station at Derby where he was to embark under sealed orders for parts unknown. Since then no postal or letter has arrived to inform us what camp he was sent to, so anxious as we are to hear what news you have written from Anchorage, I guess we will have to possess our souls in patience until another letter arrives from you which we can legally open.
On our part there is little this week to record. Yesterday was a mild warm sunshiny day and so inviting that Dave and myself donned old clothes and set out for a walk, down Reynolds Road and then across lots back of Mantle’s old shack by the edge of the woods, then by a path northward until it emerged near Sihals. Turning down Daniels Farm Road at Burr Beache’s, we met Dick Christie who is home to recuperate from his bout with pneumonia. He returns next week. Last night Don Whitney dropped in with his Boston girl, Loretta, who was duly introduced to the family. Today just as I had dinner about ready to put on the table, Bruce Lee, Patty and her cousin from Maryland, Jack Shugar, drove up. Jack is in the Signal Corps of the Army and wore his uniform. Bruce says the advertising game in New York is about shot and does not know what is going to happen on his job. He also told me that Judy was getting so unbalanced emotionally that they had to send her back to Philadelphia to the institution from which they got her. This afternoon Aunt Betty was invited by the Wardens to attend baptismal services for little Susan at St. Theresa’s, from which they have just returned. Eleanor Kurtz has been laid up for about a week with a bad cold or grippe or flu or something but expects to be on the job again next week. Mr. Ives has been under the doctor’s care for some months with glandular trouble of some sort, similar to what he had some years ago. They are treating it with x-ray which seems to be effective. Dave and I stopped over to see them as we came back from our walk yesterday, and of course they asked about you, as did also Bruce Lee. He also asked about Rusty who he said he has not heard from since he went to Alaska. Dick is now on the night shift, going to work at midnight and coming home at eight and sleeping most of the morning. No more news about Lad’s situation. They seem to be very much pleased at the way he is handling his job and both the president and vice president of the company are personally taking his case up with the Shelton draft board to see if they can get a deferment for him. However he seems to doubt the success of their efforts.
Realization that we are at war is being forced home more and more definitely to the people here in the matter of automobile sales, tire restrictions, sugar rationing (one lb only to a purchaser), advancing food prices, etc. I suppose the same sort of thing is happening in Anchorage and everywhere else. Otherwise we all seem to be going along in the same groove.
There seems to be little of note outside war news and its reactions on local folks. Eb. Joy is in Class 1-A, successfully passed his medical and thinks he will have to give up the gas station. I suppose we are just at the beginning of stupendous changes that will come before this war is over. Let’s hope they don’t affect us as a family to an untoward degree. Of one thing you can be sure and that is the way one Cedric will always have a particularly large place in the heart of his old