Trumbull, Conn., February 21, 1943
You will recall, as will Dan also, that early morning trip over the Shelton road to the Derby railroad station and my dutifully surrendering into Uncle Sam’s care, my two oldest boys. Well, that performance was repeated yesterday with Dick as the sacrificial lamb. 5:30 was the time set (to get to the station), and both Dave (who was to go along) and Dick both dutifully set their alarms, which dutifully went off at the designated time, and each of them, as dutifully shut them off as they went off and promptly went back to sleep again. At ten to five, conscientious Dad, with matter weighing on his subconscious mind, awoke, roused the two slackers, had a hasty breakfast (Dick’s wife prepared his), and started on our way by bright moonlight at about 5:15. We stopped to pick up Joe Mizek, who was also on the list, at about 5:45, pulled up to the familiar station. By that time all the boys were on the train which was waiting on the platform. There seemed to me to be far fewer than when you and Dan left but perhaps that was because they were all on the train and not standing around outside with friends and relatives. However there was not over one car full in all. Unlike in your case, Dick was granted a nine-day leave so after going through the routine at Hartford, he returned last night about 9 o’clock and does not have to go to report until next Monday. The draftees, Dick says, this time were divided into three groups, or more, O.S., G.S.A., S.A.,etc. Dick was in the S.A. classification, (probably South America, since he went to Brazil) whatever that means, but he is in the Army at any rate.
The only “boy” news I received last week was a welcome letter from you, Lad, and I am grateful to you for sending it and relieving my mind. I guess this thing is beginning to get me a little bit and when weeks go by without any word, in spite of my optimism, I begin to get a little down. Rotten business, civilian restrictions of all kinds, etc., don’t help boost morale. Yesterday afternoon, after shipping off Dick I felt sort of low so I went to the movies; so your cheerful letter, Lad, with its reassurance that you may chalk up as being worth any effort it may have cost you in the cheer it brought with it. I’ll be anxious to get that continued story you have in preparation. One of the things that pleased me most of all was the news that you are taking a technical course in the U. S. C. , because I have always had a sense of guilt that I didn’t, in some way, provide college educations. Of course I can readily find excuses in the fact that Mother’s sickness took all I could earn and more, but all the same, there is a haunting thought that if I had it all to do over again, I might have found some way. So when, in spite of it all, all you boys are all turning out to be sons I could be proud of, it is all the more to your credit and I mean bask in a father-like refracted satisfaction.
A little card from Peggy (Beebe) Sanford this week announces the arrival of a little girl. Dick and Jean naturally seem quite happy in their married bliss. They spent their honeymoon, three days of it, in New York, stopping at the Piccadilly hotel, during two of the most bitterly cold days we have had for a long time. What with the low temperature and high winds, the pipes in the apartment froze and for a while the hot water in the kitchen refused to run, but I didn’t think any of the pipes burst, at least not where it was visible. The newlyweds spent their honeymoon, three days of it, in New York, stopping at the Piccadilly hotel, very to a half bitterly cold days we have had for a long time. What with the low temperature and high winds, the pipes in the apartment froze and for a while the hot water in the kitchen refused to run, but I didn’t think any of the pipes burst, at least not where it is visible. The newly wed’s went to movies, a stage play a nightclub, etc. This family is all invited to the Mortensen’s for dinner next Thursday. And by the way, Dan, if you want to see Dick before he takes over the job of licking Hitler and the gang single-handed, you had better see if you can come home before March 1st.
There was a new book out about Alaska which is quite worthwhile. HERE IS ALASKA, by Steffansen. https://www.amazon.com/Here-Alaska-Evelyn-Stefansson-Nef/dp/B0006APWCU Get it from your library if possible.
Tomorrow I’ll be posting another letter from Grandpa and on Friday, a letter from Lad, in California.