Trumbull – Surprise! Surprize! – March, 1941

This is the first half of a letter written by Grandpa to the sons he has received letters from – perhaps a nudge for the other two?

Lad in Venezuela

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R-123     Trumbull, Conn., March 30, 1941

Dear Lad and Dan:  (reading rights to Ced and Dick)

Surprise letters received from each of you this week. Dan’s had a couple of little surprises, and Lad’s, one big one. And speaking of underwear, Dan, you must have been influenced by the poets line about the winter garments of repentance fling — the repentance idea is subject to two interpretations, one that you have turned over a new leaf about writing to “the old folks at home”; the other, that the Lenten season has washed away all frivolities and induced you to write a real serious letter with no references to origination of glaciers, etc. Even the address on the envelope was simple, direct and correct! The other little surprise or surprize (look it up in your new dictionary, please) was the unprecedented speed with which the letter reached me. It was mailed from Anchorage on the 21st and arrived here on the 25th. That’s more like what airmail service should be. Based on this encouraging sign I shall try this letter by airmail and see what happens. But Lad’s letter wins the fur-lined bathtub this trip. That boy has plenty of self-control. With his good news just boiling around inside seeking for utterance, he is able to write a page and a half of single spaced correspondence before it finally burst out that he is coming home about a month and a half sooner than he or any of us expected. It seems that his company figures his two years is up dating from the time he first started working for them and not from the date some six weeks later when he signed on the Dollar Payroll Arrangement. In other words, April 15th and not May 31st is his official quitting time. While it is still a bit too early to specify any sailing date he expects it will be somewhere around April 20th. Hurree, Hurrah. How bright the sun shines! And, says Lad, “don’t make too much of a fuss for me”. That’s impossible. As if any amount of fuss could really do justice to the occasion. Instead of painting the town red I shall probably end up painting the barn white — a less spectacular but more enduring symbol of Trumbull’s assuming an entirely new dress in honor of the homecoming. The only note of sadness will be the absence of old Mack as part of the reception committee. It will bring back very vividly that other homecoming, Dan, with the unpacking of the trunks and bags with all their interesting contents — only this time I hope we won’t get any bum steers on the time that the Santa ??? Is supposed to dock.

Thanks, Dan, for the money order. $50 of it will go into your trust fund and the balance will pay for the postage on the Cortina records shipment and the usual $12 taxes-interest-on-mortgage fund. I am glad the package arrived safely and that the Spanish books were of interest.

A postal from Dick, dated Seattle, March 19th, says, “In case you haven’t heard, I’m leaving this Saturday, March 22nd, on the “Discoverer”. It’s a very small boat. I went down and looked at it. It looks too small to carry a car, but Mr. Schurman tells me three other cars are going on the same trip. He says that with four cars on deck there is no room for anything else. It is about the size of a tug boat. When I saw it I thought it must be a smaller boat with the same name. It has a crew of 10. I think eight other passengers are going too. Boy, is it going to be crowded! I hope you have sent extra money. Dick”. Too bad, old Tugboat Dickey, but I did not send extra money as it would not have had time to reach you before the 20th and I did not know until your card arrived that you were not sailing until the 22nd, and you were already on the high seas. I hope you did not suffer any undue hardships on that account.

I’ll post the rest of this letter tomorrow. Other letters from 1941 will finish out the week.

Judy Guion

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