At this point in time, Lad and Dan are in the Army. Lad came home for the weekend from Aberdeen, Maryland, and Dan arrived from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Since Dick and Dave are still living at home with Grandpa, Ced is the only son away from home.
Trumbull, Conn., October 4, 1942
Well, let’s see what this autumnal day can produce in the way of grist for our news mill. First, while this is not officially Dave’s birthday, it is the occasion when all the bunting is unfurled, bands play and a good time is had by all (I hope). As usual, on such state occasions, we transferred activities to the dining room, and because the furnace was not yet functioning (still needing an asbestos overcoat) and the temperature was too cool for comfort, Dan, who bagged another homer this week (the World Series influence at work), put up curtains between the dining room and living room and with the help of other Guion offshoots, hauled in a few first cousins to yule logs and ignited a cheery fire in the fireplace. He then Buicked up to Burroughs and came back with the first cider of the season, stopping on the way back to pick up Barbara. Jean and Lad, having arrived sometime during the small hours of the morning, lent the occasion a holiday atmosphere. Elizabeth and her brood were unable to come due to the fact that Butch, yesterday, had a fever and sore throat, and on advice of the doctor, had to remain at home. And then, of course, there was another vacant chair that is occupied in imagination by a certain tall Alaskan, without whom these occasions are never quite complete. However, the chef did his stuff, with balloon obligatos and all went smoothly except that Lad, in his exuberance, broke a five cent dish, which only added to the merriment. Dave opened his gifts, such as they were; Arnold and his wife dropped in and then all went out for an auto ride back to Nichols. Barbara is planning to go with Dan to Lancaster for a few days. Next Sunday we celebrate Aunt Betty’s birthday.
Lad reports that before the week is out he will probably know whether he is to stay at Aberdeen for the present or to be transferred to the new training group which will be started in Southern California. In the latter event, he will still be teaching advanced diesel work as at present. Dan reports they have actually started their surveying work in Pennsylvania. Dick’s car is showing signs of old age. It refused to start Friday and had to be left in the road opposite the drugstore. Harry Burr got it to run, but last night the transmission failed trying to make the driveway and now Dick’s thought is to put what good tires he has on my car, turn it in for junk and registered Dan’s car, using it until January when Uncle Sam will probably beckon him away from his Producto job.
There seems to be little else to report. Politics is getting a bit active again. Mr. Nothnagle, having died, and Mr. Bradley being engaged in war work at his garage, and for this reason not wanting to run again for the legislature, leaves Trumbull open for the nomination of two representatives this fall. I have been sounded out as to whether I would be willing to serve, but as it means about four days a week in Hartford from January to June, without any compensation to speak of, it doesn’t seem wise from a business viewpoint.
And so the story of the week comes to a close. In the background looms the perennial hope that this coming week may be rewarded by resumption of news from Alaska, perhaps bringing the final chapter in your first rescue mission and perhaps news about Trip No. 2. Anyway, we’ll be waiting, and none more eagerly, then
Tomorrow, another letter from Grandpa to three of his sons, then a letter from Lad, then a letterfrom Grandpa and another letter from Lad.