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It’s too bad you boys can’t claim exemption on account of paralysis of your writing fingers. As far as I know, secondhand, Dan is too busy planting flowers to write, no word having come from him this week. This could be borne with more fortitude if the phone had rung last night and a voice said, “This is your son, Dan, at the Bridgeport Railroad station”. I must say he is impartial in his neglect as Barbara is considerably burned up about her inability (to get a letter.) I did get a postal from a Mrs. Beckwith of Roanoke Rapids, who very kindly wrote what she calls a “keeping–in– touch” card to me telling me she had met Dan, was inviting him to supper and had a son of her own, about his age, in the Army.
And I seem to have lost my pulling power with you, too, Ced, for in spite of my splendid example of invariably writing to you backsliders once a week, come hell or high water, I can’t seem to get either of you on a weekly schedule. I hope Lad will do better because it will be pretty tough having three boys away and not hearing from any of them regularly. I know it’s tough to have so exacting a father, but that also, you can blame on the war. Maybe I’ll stop writing for a month or so and wait for you to ask some questions. It’s too easy having home news fed to you without any effort once a week. Maybe you wouldn’t mind so much at that, and then where would I be?
And speaking of asking questions, Dick was asking today if Ced wouldn’t write him what the labor situation was at present at the airbase, if they still needed men and were still paying the same salaries. From a few remarks he has dropped, I surmise jobs and salaries here do not compare favorably with his Alaskan experience. In your next (?) letter home, Ced, tell us a bit about how you are getting along with your flying, which you haven’t mentioned for months. Was your boss successful in getting a deferment for you? Have you filled out your questionnaire yet?
This week I managed to get three packages off to you, which I hope will arrive in time for your birthday. Two of them are from Read’s — not much but just to let you know you are not forgotten. I also sent, direct, a box of miscellaneous junk. A couple of small items will gladden Rusty’s heart when he is confronted with an overdone batch of apricots cooking on the stove all night. Be sure to let me know when they arrive so I can put in a claim for them if they are lost in transit.
Among the news briefs are these: a new Gray Line bus now runs to Trumbull, up Reservoir Ave., as far as Ray King’s place, just beyond the Merritt Parkway. Wardens have a new washing machine, his present to her for Mother’s Day. Next month she has to go to the hospital for a minor operation. Speaking of Mother’s Day (today) Aunt Betty thoughtfully arranged a bunch of lilacs (which are now in bloom) on the dinner table today in memory of your mother. Yesterday, at the town hall, I united a couple in matrimony. Lad is trying to sell his car. He’s trying to get $750 for it. He paid $900. On account of tire and gas rationing, the market is none too good. If he can’t get $700 for it, he will store it for the duration.
The following letter from Grandma: “I have been on the half and half sick list since February 16th. The first two weeks, Dorothy had to stay out of school to care for me. It made it pretty hard for her because she wanted to keep up with her studies, along with doing the housework. I am feeling much better. My heart was quite bad for a while. You may be surprised to know we are both staying at Kemper’s, who have moved into this lovely large house which they are renting. They are renting their own house. Last Sunday, Kemper and Ethel left for Vermont, to be gone until Tuesday. I would like very much to make you a visit and enjoy the lilacs but it may be some time yet before I can and by then the lilacs will be gone. What an experience Ced is having.”
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Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday, I’ll be posting Special Pictures. I want to tell the story of Lad’s entrance into Uncle Sam’s Army in one chunk, which will fill (and then some) a week, the next time we visit 1942.
Next week, I’ll be posting a few longer posts so I can finish 1944 completely.