Ced, I want to talk to you quite seriously for a few minutes regarding the funds you are sending home regularly. Dan tells me you are not making more than $175 a month, and with the expenses you have, which will be a bit higher on your share of rent since Dan left, plus purchases you will probably want to make for the winter, plus some fund you ought to put by in case you get called in the draft and have to come home, makes it unwise for you to send $25 home each month. Let’s call your obligations, which you have so conscientiously felt you ought to discharge, ended. Moreover, with Dick’s generous six months accumulation of monthly payments, plus weekly board from Lad and Dan, I can get along O.K. and I’ll really feel better if you don’t skimp yourself as you probably have been doing. However, if you still feel you want to send $25 home as before, I shall put half of it aside each time to your credit in the Building & Loan or some other savings fund.
We have not started the furnace yet as the weather has been quite mild but the last few days, it has been a bit chilly mornings and evenings. I have a small oil stove in Aunt Betty’s room and we have started the kitchen oil stove. Aunt Betty plans to spend some of the days this week in the kitchen, and now that Kathryn is home again and the kitchen is warm, she can stay down there and visit, thus breaking the monotony of the day to some extent. The doctor has given her the job of emptying out a bottle of buttons and trying to pick them up and put them back several times a day until she gradually recovers the use of her right hand.
Elsie looks well but says business in the shop is still not what it ought to be and financially they are still in somewhat of a critical position and are hoping that the Christmas trade will help them get by the most critical period.
Please excuse all the mistakes in spelling, etc., but I am hurrying through with this letter, as some arrangements will have to be made to get those three youngsters home to Westport. Lad, I think, intends to take them home in his car. Dan was planning to drive down to New York today to pick up his trunk which ought to have arrived at the Pennsylvania station by this time, but he decided rather than ask Lad to drive him down, he would try to get a license this week and do his own driving, either in my car or Lad’s.
Dick, please squeeze a few minutes for a letter home, telling me about your job, sending back my questionnaire, etc. Dan says they finally came through with a raise for you. Are you now getting the $133 cents (This is exactly what Grandpa wrote.) you spoke of some time ago? I don’t think you would find it such a task to write if you would just put yourself in the frame of mind of imagining me across the table from you and just talk on paper, telling just what you would if I were there sitting opposite you. You know me well enough to imagine what questions I would ask and you can just answer them without paying any attention to sentence construction, spelling, grammar, etc. Try it someday soon and see how it works out. I want to hear from you just as much (I hope) as you want to hear news from home. Maybe more. Having two boys home doesn’t make me one bit less anxious to hear from those still absent.
Well, that’s all for tonight, old scout’s. Love and kisses,
Tomorrow, a letter to Lad from a friend from Venezuela.
Thursday and Friday, another letter from Grandpa to Ced and Dick.