Trumbull (2) – Weekly Happenings and News Of Lad’s Camp – Jan., 1945

Trumbull House in winter - (cropped) - 1940

Page 2    1/28/45

There is not much to report this week in the way of interesting happenings, but if you will bear reading a few homely and uninteresting accounts of the days happenings, it will help fill up page 2 herewith.

While still beneath the freezing, point the day was clear and sunshiny and when I came down about 8:30 this morning, the temperature of the house was quite a bit more comfortable than it has been for the past week or so, when we have been having below zero days quite frequently. After putting the meat on, I tackled the job of getting the washing facilities ready for the girls. This consisted of putting the washing machine together, the ringer having been broken and needing new rollers. I had had it repaired and put in first class shape in Bridgeport to the tune of $20; cleaning out the tubs, turning on the water, fixing the electric connection, trying to find and put up a clothesline (Oh, how we miss our little Apple tree as a fastening post), etc. I then tackled the job of taking ashes out of the cellar, having filled every available basket, so that no receptacle was left to put under the ash ejector. I have found it is not good practice to put ashes over snow, as it keeps the sun from melting snow and ice just where you want it to melt first, so in order to use the ashes to good advantage, I first cleared out the drifted snow down to the ground in two lanes the width of car wheels and spread the ashes in these channels. This, in spite of the fact that the weatherman promises snow tonight and tomorrow.

And speaking of winter car operation, Ced, reminds me that up to a few weeks ago my Stewart Warner heater has been giving excellent service, but lately something seems to have gone wrong. I have had it taken off and the line blown out, it has even been down to have the thermostat tested but all to no avail. It acts, when you turn it on, the same way it acts just after it is turned off – – goes for a few seconds and then dies, repeating this performance time and time again but never really getting going. I am at a loss as to how to remedy the trouble, but the man who took over Carl’s station says he will give it the once over and, if necessary, take it down to the agent here in Bridgeport for attention.

Dave, Bob Jennings was in at dinner time today and gave me the following report on various Trumbull boys. Fred Schalick and Myron Curtis are home on furlough, Stan Feller is engaged to a girl in Bridgeport, Bob Strobel and Bill McKeever are reported missing. For several months now there has been no one apparently interested in the club, but just lately they have begun to use the upstairs for basketball practice.

Marian has just mentioned something in one of Lad’s recent letters that might be interesting: “You asked about what sort of camp we had. Our first camp in Southern France was located on the sort of knoll on top of a knoll on top of a quite good-sized hill. It looks as though at one time, long before anyone can remember, it was rich loam (or the bottom of an ocean), if the first, there must have been some very hard rains that washed away ALL the dirt. If it was an ocean bottom, I still think someone must have sunk a barge full of stones right where our camp was situated. Now you know what the terrain is like – – completely covered with stones, ranging in size from sand to about twice the size of your head. Well, the place I picked to pitch my pup tent was as bad as anybody’s, but I had a bunch of contenders at that. We got some straw from neighboring farmers and filled mattress covers with it to use as a bump absorber and it worked pretty well. (Continued next week, with Marion’s permission.) Well, here’s hoping you may sleep in a Trumbull bed soon.


I’ll be posting more Special Pictures tomorrow and Sun day.

Beginning on Monday, I’ll be posting letters written in 1941 when Dick is preparing to deliver a car to Dan and Ced in Alaska and Lad is planning on returning home after 2 1/2 years in Venezuela.

Here is a link to a Guest Post I did for The Historical Diaries.

Greatest Generation Lessons

If you get a message that the page cannot be found, Just type in the search box   THE GREATEST GENERATION     and hit “enter”. You should be taken to the article. You’ll have to click on “Read the Article” also. Enjoy.

Judy Guion















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