Trumbull – Dear Dancedick and Aleuzenev Al (2) – May, 1941

This is the rest of Grandpa’s letter to his four sons. Here he gives his personal review of the movie Fantasia. (

Fantasia was well worth seeing. It is different from anything ever before produced. The idea is that one, while listening to certain pieces of music, if blessed with a vivid imagination, forms a mental picture of shapes or colors or scenes or events suggested by the musician, and Disney, in his clever way, has undertaken to create what certain musical compositions suggest to him. It is interesting if for no other reason that one gets a glimpse into another’s mind and can compare one’s own feelings aroused by certain strains of music with what someone else experiences in answer to the same stimuli. I do not agree with some of the tone (?) pictures, but all were excellently done, varied enough to be absorbingly interesting and the whole business was very well worth doing. I only wish I could have blown the whole bunch of you to the show. The dance of the hours from La Gioconda, one of my favorite orchestra pieces, Dawn, etc., he treated in a light almost farcical manner, far differently from what I would like to have seen. This was the only disappointing feature. It ended with Ave Maria so beautifully done that it almost brought tears to my eyes.

Aunt Betty elected to take the back spare room, near the bathroom that has been newly painted and papered, and today I got busy taking down the storm windows and putting up some of the screens – – many needed to be repaired which slowed up the process.

ADG - Dick atThe Chandler's - Group on steps (cropped) - 1939

There was a great deal of excitement here this morning after church when Dave came home with the same bunch that had been to the home movie show the night before and Jean Mortenson, thinking it was only right that I, the father, should be let into a little family secret, revealed to me and the assembled throng a warning letter received from Upright Dan, ever ready to protect a fair damsel from Life’s pitfalls, revealing without fear or favor the full depths of Wicked Dick’s inside love life, and in a brotherly way, warning all and sundry against the wily machinations of so smooth a worker. It was an upright candid brotherly “I’ll save you Grace” and while, of course, I was shocked to have Dick in so vivid and searching a fashion, my heart swelled with pride that I should have on the other hand, such a noble son that goes around protecting females he doesn’t even know. Truly chivalrous, I call it. A modern knight of the Round Table. Congratulations, Sir Launcelot.

I talked briefly with Elsie over the phone yesterday while in the City and she is planning to come up tomorrow night for an indefinite stay (possibly only overnight or maybe until the end of the week). As the lilacs are now in full Bloom and during the last few days the purple iris boarding the front steps have come out the Apple trees are in bloom, it is a very nice time of year to come to Trumbull.

Apparently I have run out of news and as Aunt Betty is getting ready to invite me out for a cup of tea, who seems no alternative but to bring this rather uninteresting letter to a termination.

So with four tatas, one for each of you, I remain,

Ever expectantly, your


Tomorrow and Sunday, I’ll be posting more early memories of Trumbull that Lad and his siblings shared with me.

Next week, I’ll be posting letters from 1942. Lad and Dan are both in the Army (Lad in Aberdeen, Maryland, and Dan in Lancaster, Pennsylvania) and they get home as often as they can. Ced is still in Alaska and Dick is working at Producto in Bridgeport, hoping he won’t be called soon.

Judy Guion


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