Page 2 8/10/1941
Aunt’s Helen, Anne and Dorothy
Part one, you will note, also much to my surprise, has turned into a round robin, but you see one has to be more or less of an opportunist, so what with a little drive on my part, I was able to get the above accomplished without undue effort.
Well, the big news of the week is a “relative2blitz” that started Thursday with a telephone call from Kemper (Peabody) asking if he could come up and see me that night. It was then about 9 PM. About 10:15, Kemper, Grandma and Burton (Peabody) arrived. After a few preliminary questions about the family back and forth Kemper said that about two weeks ago Dorothy had had a nervous breakdown and on advice of a local doctor they had taken her to a sanitarium in Greenwich, but she did not like it there and had expressed a wish to go to Trumbull. As it had been very hot in New Rochelle, they all felt the peacefulness and coolness of Trumbull would go far towards restoring Dorothy to her former health and weight. Grandma felt she could cook for Dorothy but Kemper believed it was better to have a practical nurse to get meals, keep the room in order, etc.
The problem was where to put the extra people as Lad had the front spare room and Aunt Betty the rear room. There was also the problem of Skipper (the toddler living with his parents in the apartment) and his frequent tantrums, which condition might still be further augmented by the fact that when Mrs. Warden goes to the hospital next month, her sister with her two small noisy youngsters would add to Skipper’s already adequate noisemaking abilities, which would be enough to make a well person nervous to say nothing of one whose nerves were on the edge anyway. There was still another difficulty which hit Dave right where he lived and that was the fact that his pianola player activities would probably have to be considerably curtailed. This latter consideration seemed even more hard to bear because, due to a campaign Dave has been waging for some time, I had at last located a pianola workmen from New York who agreed to rebuild the entire player mechanism for $40, of which Dave is paying half, having saved the money over a period of many months work at the office. The work was supposed to be finished early next week and on the strength of that Dave had recently invested in quite a few new pianola rolls.
All in all, I told Kemper I felt it only fair to Lad and Aunt Betty and Dave to talk over the matter with them before making any decision. Grandma suggested that perhaps Mrs. Laufer would have room over there that she would be willing to rent out and Kemper suggested also that I might be able to locate some practical nurse up this way. It would save work for Dorothy and Grandma and not put any additional burden on me. I was to see what I could do Friday and Kemper would call up Friday night for the answer. Instead of phoning however, he again came up with Burton, Grandma and Helen.
Meantime Lad had moved his belongings up to the attic room and Aunt Betty, in her usual spirit has said that while she would have preferred to go along just as we had been, she could adjust herself to the new arrangement and everything would be all right. Kemper arranged generously to take care of the extra expense I would be put to, so with the desire to do what I could to help, for Dorothy’s sake, I said okay.
Saturday, on the way home from work, we stopped at the store to see if Dick or any of my boys had written (this was the second week without word). No mail. But in walked Kemper and Burton who had come over to purchase groceries. Grandma, Helen and Dorothy had arrived at the house. Saturday afternoon, instead of getting a nurse, they decided it would be a good idea to ask Astrid if she would be willing to come over and take care of things. They did and she was.
Tomorrow, the final piece of this letter and a piece that Grandpa had come across intitles “Listen to Sell”. He enclosed it for the boys in Alaska.
On Saturday and Sunday, two more letters from Biss to her Father as her time in St. Petersburg is coming to an end and she looks forward to coming back to Trumbull.