Trumbull, Conn., April 29, 1945
Another week goes by and brings the end of the European war so close that yesterday we had rumors, later denied by Pres. Truman, that Germany had indeed surrendered unconditionally. Well, perhaps by the time I sit down next week to write my weekly message, it will be a reality – – one of the two big hurdles cleared, leaving the Japs to feel the full weight of the accumulated Allied might, now all to be concentrated on the enemy in the Pacific area. It must be mighty discouraging for the Jap war lords to realize that victorious armies, navies and air forces, of three big nations, will now join in concentrating on them, when one of them alone has been delivering some devastating blows. They must see the jig is up, but apparently we cannot measure Jap psychology by our own. We can hope, anyway.
The only word from any of you boys that has come direct to me, has come paradoxically, indirectly, from Eleanor Kintop, who phoned to say she had just received a letter from Dave. All he can say as to his whereabouts is that he is in the Western Pacific, but has evidently been on Guadalcanal where he talked to some of the natives, and the Florida Islands. He is living in a shack with some sort of a roof, rather than a foxhole, that some of the other boys have constructed. The letter was dated April 20, 1944, showing how quickly a year passes. He has received 36 letters, of which I am mighty glad, as one of his former communications said he had received no letters from home up to that time and was uncertain when any would arrive. He thoughtfully asked her to call me so that we wouldn’t worry and promised to write home soon as time permitted, as he was being kept very busy. She said the letter sounded cheerful. Maybe we will hear this week and I’ll have something more definite to report next writing. I hope so. Meantime, good luck to you, Dave, old scout.
Mrs. Sperling says Nellie is home. He has been in South Carolina all this time, except for furloughs, when he goes to his wife’s home in Massachusetts for a visit.
Last week I got another package off to Dan containing a pair of white sandals and a pair of red slippers for Paulette. The white shoes are not what the girls wanted to send, but they will be better than nothing, I hope, and as the shoe salesman told me, if they are not the right size or not suitable in other ways, there are probably hundreds of girls in France who would be glad to take them off Paulette’s hands, or should I say “feet”?
There is a movement underway in Bridgeport to create a War Memorial in the shape of a new Armory at Seaside Park, commemorating both World Wars, I and II, but nothing definite has been decided on it yet.
With no Guion “quotes” available, I shall have to substitute one from Marian Peabody. She thanks me for a late arriving Christmas gift and goes on “it was so nice to have the girls remember us with cards at Christmas time. Hope Aunt Betty has kept real well during this winter. We had a great deal of snow this winter followed by an unusually early spring – – too early. We had a hard frost last week which did a terrific amount of damage to the fruit all through this section. We have had a setback in our spring work as the big pine tree in our yard blew over in one of our big windstorms a few weeks ago. Fortunately it didn’t fall on the house; in fact it missed everything and we still don’t know how. Larry has to spend almost every moment here chopping and sawing. It’s a terrific task – – the tree was over 70 feet tall. It will make some grand fireplace wood but it leaves a big hole in the landscaping of our yard. Allen grows taller all the time and finishes third grade in June. He gets along and has a grand time for himself. He was very well all winter, much to the relief of his Ma and Pa. So Dan promises to return from France with “the booty”, or maybe it would be more complementary to say “the Beauty”. I must say it sounds very exciting”. Larry adds a note, too. “What do you hear from the boys? We wonder a lot about where they are and do appreciate the news you send us about them. How is the advertising business these days? Do you get any help? This section is one of the critical areas and our company just can’t hire anyone. If they apply we have to send them to the U.S.E.S. and from there they are sent to a war plant to work. So we struggle on hoping that times will change before too long”.
Tomorrow, I’ll post the rest of this letter with news from Aunt Elsie, Grandpa’s sister. I’ll finish out the week with letters from Lad to his Dad and from Biss to Ced in Alaska.