Trumbull – Dear Knights Of The Open Road (1) – May, 1941

This three-page letter fills in quite a bit of information about what is going on in the lives of the entire family. This is the first page.  

Trumbull House with tall grass in front

Dated at Trumbull, the land of the free and the home of the brave, this third day of May, 1940 (This is an error, it has to be 1941 because that’s when Lad came home from Venezuela and Dick went to Alaska.)

R–128 for those that care.

Dear Knights of the Road, ALL: Greetings:

Today has been another glorious spring day and again I have spent practically the whole day outside puttering around principally in the iris beds. Dan’s tulips in the bed by the cement terrace are coming up nicely and if I think of it I will enclose in this letter some mint root with the idea that you can plant it in the soil of Alaska. Something that will remind you of the way things from Trumbull spread all over the landscape, and it may enable Lad to keep his reputation for supremacy as a mixer of mint juleps.

Dave and John Whitney just came in. They’ve been up to Plumb’s doing a bit of labor on the tennis court and Dave instructs me to convey to all his brothers the challenge to beat them all, without qualification of any sort, whenever they return to Trumbull (in tennis, of course.)

Unless I hear from Aunt Betty to the contrary, I plan to drive to Brooklyn next Saturday to get Aunt Betty for her summer’s stay at Trumbull, and in this connection Mrs. Boyce called me up yesterday and said some friends of hers by the name of Rogers were looking for a place to rent in Trumbull and knowing my family had shrunk she wondered if we would be willing to rent the house for a year at $75 per month. I told her ordinarily this would appeal to me but with Lad expected home in a few months, the rumor that Dan might come home this summer (an unsubstantiated rumor as far as I am concerned), Aunt Betty coming up, the problem of storing the furniture, the chances were about 9 to 1 that I would turn down the offer, but that I would write to the boys who owned an interest in the house and get there slant of the proposition.

If taxes skyrocket and something happens so that it is inconvenient or impossible for your regular contributions to continue and  business doesn’t pick up any more than it has, some renting arrangements might be necessary but at the present time things are going along O.K. You will be glad to know that the other day I made the final payment to Kurtz of the long outstanding bill. That’s $2200 paid off during the depression, thanks to the help you three older ones have given, and thank you, Dick, for your note about arranging to budget your funds so that you can start paying back for the boat fare, etc., as this will come in very handy getting ready for the peak month of expense, July 1 and February 1, when interest on mortgage and installment of taxes both come due at the same time.

Three people asked to be remembered to you boys this week. Mr. Adams, the paper salesman came in and as usual asked about you boys. I read him Dan’s two letters, Dick’s note about the weather balloon and a portion of Lad’s letter, and he asked me to please send you all his regards. Mr. Ives came over a few minutes this morning and asked if I had heard from you and sent his regards and Don Whitney also asked me to please remember him to you all. Jack Fillman came in yesterday afternoon and asked why Dick had not written him. I told him mail service was atrocious, but in spite of the fact that as regularly as clockwork, I mail a letter to each of you Monday morning, sometimes two weeks go by without you boys in Alaska getting any mail. Even the bureaucrats in Venezuela do better than that.

Speaking of the ups and downs of mail, this week is up for us here, another letter from Dan, a four-page history of Lad’s doings, and Alaskan color film from Rochester (KODAK) and another about Venezuela. Two letters in as many weeks from Dan is a record. It feels good, but what’s the matter with old faithful.

I’ll be posting the rest of this letter on Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday and Friday will be another letter from Grandpa.

Judy Guion


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