R-118 Trumbull, Conn. March 2, 1941
And so they were married………
Carl received his draft notice to appear for service on February 26th. He went. He was rejected by the doctor on account of his teeth. His
delayed marriage plans could now be carried out, but alas, Father Grady of St. Theresa’s Church (The Bushey’s are Catholics and of course the marriage ceremony would have to be performed by a priest) was away on a vacation and further, it is apparently against the rules to be married during Lent, which started last Wednesday. However by the payment of an extra $10 this latter correction could be overcome. It was to be a small private family wedding but the Chris Smiths, the Ives and yours truly were nevertheless invited, so at four o’clock Saturday afternoon I hopped in my faithful Buick and motored down to St. Charles Church on E. Main St., or at least to the adjoining rectory where, with the aid of the priest and the moral support of family and friends, Carl and Ethel were united in the bonds of holy matrimony. We were all invited up to the Bushey’s afterwards, which is rather a facer for me because we had been planning a surprise party for Dick Saturday night and there were a lot of things to do at home and only Dave to do them and he had to take time out at that, to go down to Bridgeport to purchase Dick a parting gift, collection to pay for which had been collected from the perspective guests. However I did go up for a while, had a cocktail and a cigar and after what I thought was a seemly interval excused myself and came home and to add to the difficulties, Fate, in the spirit of fun, had let the furnace go out, blaming it on Dick, who in the excitement of preparing for his trip,had forgotten to fill up the hopper.
However, to get back to the newlyweds. Their plans were to leave last night in their car, stay overnight somewhere and tomorrow proceed to Westminster, Maryland, to spend Sunday with the Chandlers and Monday go on to Baltimore where they were to board a freighter for a two week’s cruise stopping at various ports on the island of Haiti. At Baltimore they were to be joined by the Ives who were taking the trip with them except that instead of coming back with Carl and Ethel, the Ives were staying a couple of weeks with some friends on the island. Carl and Ethel were then to live in the Ives’ house until the latter returned and then about April 1st were to rent half of ex- judge Hall’s house in Long Hill. Bill Slawson told me this morning when delivering the paper that he did not do as good a job as he would liked to have done in connection with the newlyweds sendoff. Carl had concealed his car in a repair garage at Bridgeport which Bill somehow learned, called for it, drove it up in the lot in back of his house and then tried to get into the trunk which had been locked and would have necessitated taking the car apart to get at. Carl did have a hectic few hours anyway when he went for his car, running around various places trying to locate the wedding chariot, but at last it was located and things then went ahead as per schedule. A man named Mitchell, who have been helping Carl, will run the gas station during the day, and Ray Wang will take over at night. Carl tells me he has renewed the lease of the gas station from Kurtz for three years from next June when the old contract expires. That about takes care of the account of the Marriage of the Week.
Now for the Party of the Week. Dick has a new girl whom he has been pursuing quite ardently for the past few weeks, a cousin of Red Sirene’s, one
Jean Mortensen, a tall pleasant girl with beautiful eyes. He had a date to call on her Saturday night, as he had been doing about every other night for the past few weeks. The plan was when he arrived she was to tell him that something had come up and I had telephoned and that he was to come home at once, the crowd meantime gathering here to surprise him when he came in. Of course, as soon as he came up the driveway and noticed all the cars he knew what was coming, although I feel sure he half expected something was in the wind. Each guest was supposed to have chipped in a half dollar with which to purchase a heavy wool shirt. Barbara took care of refreshments and Jean Hughes the entertainment. It all went off very nicely. There were present besides the Guion, Zeke and Biss and her two little babies, Jean Mortenson, Jean Hughes, Jean Murray, Jane Mantle, Jack Fillman (to mention a few of the J’s) Red Sirene, Don Whitney, Barbara Plumb, Evelyn Hughes. A few simple games, eats, singing with pianola accompaniment and Dick’s farewell party was over.
Now to answer some of the questions raised in your letter of February 17th, which was received here on the 27th. First, I mailed the card to American Machinist and have probably incurred your wrath by changing the address to which these magazines or booklets should be sent, to Caracas instead of Trumbull. Here were my reasons. If they were sent here, they would not do you any good in Pariaguan, and I would only have to turn around and redirect them to you down there, so why not address them there in the first place, thus saving time and double postage payments. I did take the precaution however of making a note of the items you wanted so that if it was your intention to have these here so that you could look at them when you got home, all you need do is let me know and I will have duplicates sent here.
The watch referred to in #112 was the most dilapidated piece of watch junk that it has ever been my misfortune to see. It looked as though it had been taken apart by Butch and then placed under a Mack truck and reassembled by an inmate from the state insane asylum.
The account of the car purchase was a duplicate of one sent to the Alaskan Rover boys and was included just for your knowledge and entertainment.
As to income taxes, I don’t know what the procedure is for one out of the country but I had intended to see if I could not stop in at the local tax office and get a blank for you and ask some questions on the subject, but since your letter arrived things have been buzzing around so merrily I have not had the opportunity.
As to the fund to be accumulated for your use when you arrive, I will see to it that there is $500 available. As your father and financial advisor I don’t think you should blow in any more than that. If you get your fare paid home and sell the Ford you should have enough money to get along with.
Of all the things I have written you about lately the one topic that interests me most is one that you have failed to comment upon to any extent in your last letter and that is the job situation. Will you please refer to the comment sheet which accompanied my suggested letter to Fairbanks-Morse and let me know what you think of the several suggestions made therein, viz, writing a similar letter to Caterpillar, Cummins, and other diesel manufacturers, a slightly revised letter to SV at New York, etc. etc.
Tomorrow, I’ll post the rest of this letter, addressed to Dan and Ced in Alaska. Thursday and Friday, another letter from Grandpa to his sons away from home and a note written to Ced.
Saturday and Sunday, I’ll be continuing the story of my grandfather, written by him in 1960, with news of falling in love, their wedding and honeymoon.