Trumbull – The President is Preparing a Statement (5) – January, 1946

Page 5    1/20/46 Dear Dan:

If I should ever let myself go and burst out with the truth of how much I am looking forward to the time when you and Paulette and my little grandchild can make this house a real home again by having all my own children and particularly hear once again the patter of little feet, I am afraid that nostalgia you speak of would grow in such volume that even the few million francs would not hold you back. I have not said much about it in my letters of late but you can be sure it is continually in the back of my mind. With all the talk in the papers about servicemen’s wives returning to the States from England and Australia and the continent, I have had increasing hopes that just as soon as baby is old enough to stand the journey, you will have been able to make arrangements long enough before hand so that at the earliest possible moment, off you will be to Trumbull. You had better start early making arrangements not only for the visa, and whatever other redtape is necessary, but arrangements for accommodations, and also ways to safeguard your job so that you can continue on in some way after a leave of absence. Every time I go into one of the department stores here and see baby things on display, or read ads in the paper, I think how nice it would be if Paulette were standing right beside me and we could pick out some things for baby — things of her own choice instead of from a Sears Roebuck catalog. I am afraid Chiche would have a difficult time imagining, and you would have a hard job explaining, just how much we are all looking forward to your arrival, and while I admit she showed a great deal of bravery (the fact that she married you should be proof enough of this point), I hope that at the last moment she won’t weaken at leaving home and family and customs and language she has known from childhood to come to a foreign land. Tell her we will try to make it up to her by being extra nice.

The Christmas coat is on order and as soon as Sears reports its arrival, I will see if I can persuade the U.S. Post Office to ship it to you. Another box of baby things went to you last week. Today I have been busy in the attic looking through old clothes and with Jean and Aunt Betty’s contributions, getting packages to contribute to the clothes drive which is getting underway in this country to relieve the sufferings of the homeless and refugee populations of Europe and Asia. I have eight boxes of things so far and more to come. Some of them are pretty old and spotted and some moth-eaten, but I figure the people in charge will know which are good enough to send and the worst they can at least sell for old rags and realize some cash. Please tell Chiche I received her Christmas card and was very pleasantly surprised to get it. It was the only card from abroad that I received. And I especially enjoyed the message she sent me on it which Marian, with the help of Lad and a French dictionary, satisfactorily translated. I am ashamed to say I didn’t send a single Christmas card out this season. And please next time you see Mama Senechal, give her my best New Year’s greetings, even if they are a bit late, and a hearty handshake for Pere Senechal. Tell him after seeing his picture with Andre and Paulette, I like him better than ever. I wish I had a photo of Mme. Senechal , also. In fact give them both my very warmest regards and tell them there is one American who deeply respects and honors them for bringing their family through all the trying times of war in the way that they have.

Have you had a chance, Dan, to talk to Paulette at all about the Island property and find out what her ideas are about the various topics I mentioned in my letter some time ago? When you have a chance I would like very much to get your slant on the thing in detail. If I go up there this summer I want to scout around and see what conditions are as to building, etc., and would like to have for this ideas from all of you on the thing so that I can be guided accordingly.

It is getting late, my fire has gone out, feet are getting cold, and I have a big day at the office tomorrow, so I don’t think I’ll bother to pad out the balance of this sheet, trying to think of more to say that you already know — the principle underlying theme of which always would be, “come home soon”, no matter what language it was written it. So, until that glad day when you, Paulette and young Jean-Pierre or feminine equivalent walk down the gangplank into the waiting arms of Grandpere Guion, au revoir, auf widersehn, toodle do, etc. There, I’ve come to the end of the paper anyway, I remain,      DAD

Tomorrow, more Special Pictures. On Monday, I’ll begin posting letters written in 1942 and the beginning of the war and the Guion boys involvement. 


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