This is a much more recent picture
but this is the side yard where Grandpa was sitting.
Trumbull, Conn., April 8, 1945
This is one of those “skinny” weeks when no letters have arrived from the “Quotes Dept.” and no local news of outstanding importance has occurred to furnish grist for the mill. So, if this week’s epistle is kind of thin and peaked looking, particularly by comparison with the last two letters, you will philosophically charge it to the working out of the laws of compensation. While the news from both the Pacific and European battle fronts is both interesting and encouraging, there seems hardly any need to comment upon it in these letters as events in both areas are moving so swiftly that by the time my letter is delivered and sometimes even before it is mailed, new progress or political developments have made the news of the moment old and uninteresting. Hence, while we all here, naturally, are taking the keenest interest in day by day developments, comments are purposely withheld.
Just as there are friendly little fairies along with gnomes and pixies and gremlins, so there must be a special class of germs that operate outside the disease producing groups that have their perennial times of activities. One of these, for want of a better term, might be called the Spring House Cleaning bug. Jean and Marian both have gotten bitten by this little microbe lately, and as a starter your Dad is being gently and tactfully lured into having Carl do some needed repairs and following that, the purchase of some new linoleum for the laundry and the bathrooms. Jean is all in today having done four days of work in one yesterday on her room and the kitchen. Marian would have been in it up to her neck too, if Mr. Sikorsky hadn’t persuaded her the helicopter business is more important.
As there are up to the present time no priorities or price ceilings on guesses, and Dave is the only one of you boys whose geographical location is not known within comparatively narrow limits, I have a suspicion that Dave is scheduled for Okinawa. Marion, on the other hand, is voting for the island of Luzon or adjacent American bases. Sooner or later I suppose, we will know which of us, if either, is right. From current Washington reports it begins to look as though many of the European veterans will be shipped over to the Pacific area in order to shorten up this war also. Otherwise to equip and train enough Chinese soldiers will take so long that Japan, who is on the skids now, might have opportunity to recover and adjust itself to a long continued struggle. European veterans, they probably figure, will do a cleanup job faster and better than raw and untried soldiers. So while I hate to think of this as far as you boys in France and Brazil are concerned, there is no sense in evading issues, and then maybe will be pleasantly surprised. Of course we are keeping our fingers crossed.
Today one might have gotten away unchallenged with the remark that “Spring is here”. This morning a weedy flower bed claimed my attention and after dinner I sat without an overcoat outside on the side lawn without an overcoat and read the Sunday papers. Of course I would rather have been talking to the individual who holds this paper in his hand at the present moment, but that too will come if we are patient. Meantime, we will all maintain stout hearts and carry on each in his own way, “today and every day till victory”.
Tomorrow and the rest of the week, I’ll be posting a three page letter from Grandpa to all of his sons, scattered around the world.