Trumbull – Dear Ced (3) – Sept. 1843

Ced @ 1945

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Dear Ced:

It seems so in adequate to try to write thank you for the generous money order you sent. I shall try to follow out the spirit of your wish in being your proxy Santa Clause. It is funny you should have mentioned a blanket for this is something I did want very much. I had an idea, also, that this would be an ideal gift for Aunt Betty. I had seen them advertised, and as George Lipovaky’s married sister had worked at G.E. and had been able to get items they manufactured at a lower price than the regular retail figure, I arranged with her to get them for me. I inquired about it from time to time, following the time in October when I gave her the check, but was told stocks were low but they thought they would be able to do something about it, but when the present stock was gone there would be no more for the duration. About three days before Christmas I was informed that there was not a blanket in the place and I therefore had to hastily arrange with Elsie to bring up a blanket from the shop – – not an electric one but the good old-fashioned kind. I’ll try it again later and see if anything happens.

If I remember correctly I took you three older boys one time to call on a friend of mine who taught in Girard College in Phila. and at whose house stayed. I first tasted Philadelphia scrapple there. The name was Gerard. They had a couple of youngsters about your age. He has since died but I got a Christmas card from his wife Elsie. She says: “Betty works for an insurance company and seems happy in her work. Bob graduated from U of P last June with honors – Phi Beta Kappa, although he worked part-time at his college course. He majored in English expecting to teach. The Army got him in Aug and for 15 weeks he was studying in technical school and is now at Patterson Field, Ohio. For the first time since he entered the Army he is happy in his work, doing technical research work for the repair men. He is not at all mechanically inclined and felt his training was such a waste if he had to do actual repair work.” You were pretty small but you may remember them.

A few minutes ago the first siren blue and then the apparatus clanged past the house up Daniels farm road and then the ambulance at full speed. This was too much for Paul, so he and Dick and Jean piled out to see what was cookin. When they returned it was with the news that some one with A, B and C stickers on his car ran into a tree outside of Mrs. Boyce’s house, setting the car on fire, but doing the driver no physical damage, perhaps because he was to acted to know what it was all about. He left company to buy chief Beckwith after the fire had been extinguished and I imagine he will have to do some tall explaining if he wants to retain his B and C books.

I am still trying to find these portable radio batteries. Carl was unable to locate                                                                                                                                                    any, in fact he was bemoaning the fact he could not get any car batteries. Pretty soon will all realize there is a war going on. Dick says he is fast coming to the conclusion that the boys in the Army are the lucky ones and civilians the ones to be pitied. Here’s hoping 1943 brings you all you want most.


Tomorrow and on Sunday, I’ll  be posting another letter from Grandpa to Ced in Alaska, Dan in Pennslylania, and Lad on route to California.

On Saturday and Sunday, I’ll continue the story of Biss and her adventure in StPtetersbirg,

Judy Guion


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