This is the first half of a letter Grandpa writes to a very lengthy list of individuals.
A-130 Trumbull, Conn., May 18, 1941
Dear cut-worms, tent caterpillers, plant lice, all, not to forget our dear little friend heterocera tinea:
How are you all? This is just my friendly little way of greeting you from amid the long grasses, Iris stems and Lilac branches of little old Trumbull – – the land you once knew so well that is now fading into the mist of legendary times when you were young and fancy free.
Lad writes he will probably be home early in June. I wonder if he will recall how bumpy the driveway used to be (that, at least is unchanged), he will find the same old oil funnel that he soldered screen on to prevent splashing (and many a splash it has prevented, too), he will find the same holes in the back door screen, the Maple trees beside the driveway with the iron bar stretched between them have grown a bit, the old player piano pumps harder than ever although there are a few new roles, there really is no sense of going on – – he will discover the old and new for himself.
A very welcome letter from Ced this week and yesterday one from Lad. Ced informs us that Dick has left the Weather Bureau and is now on a survey crew on the airbase where Dan is working. Thank you, Ced, for the money order. Is half of this to be credited to your savings account or was it supposed to cover two months home remittance? Let me know on this point next time you write so I will know how to apportion it. Congratulations on the raise, old scout. I know you deserve it but it’s nice to know the other fellow has a sense of appreciation also. Your letter also lifts the cloud a bit that has hung over the question of the Buick’s bill of health. I do hope the diagnosis of the trouble is correct and that the repairs will restore it to some measure of the original hope we all held for it before it toppled from the pedestal. As for the filter replacement, I found in the case of the Willys that I could obtain these quicker and cheaper from Sears Roebuck that I could from Whitney (his charge was one dollar each). So when your letter came I inquired at Sear’s local store and found they have listed in their catalog what they call a Filtrite Sr. filter number 28 H 4658 at $.65 especially for Briggs clarifiers. The man told me they could also supply the Briggs refill at $.79. Under the circumstances I figured you would rather order yourself from Seattle and save time and money. Right?
Red just informed me that Pete Linsley was married yesterday in New York to a girl he met in Washington. He has a good job with the telephone company in Washington, D.C.
Aunt Elsie has been with us all the week. She went back to N.Y. Saturday morning. Thursday night we all went down to a concert in which Dave took part. I am enclosing a program for your inspection. It was surprisingly good. We saw Astrid and Axel who had come to hear Florence playing her violin in the first group composed of pupils from upper classes in grade schools.
Tomorrow I’ll be posting the rest of this letter.
On Saturday and Sunday I’ll be posting more early memories the children had of Trumbull and the war.
Next week I’ll be starting a week of letters written in 1942. Both Lad and Dan are in the service. Lad is in Aberdeen, Maryland, and Dan is in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, so they can come home sometimes for the weekend.