It is now September, 1942. Dan has been in the Army since January and Lad went in at the beginning of May. Both are in training, Dan in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, and Lad in Aberdeen, Maryland. They were close enough to come home for the weekend whenever they could get a pass. For Grandpa’s birthday they were both able to get home and several of their friends were gathered at the Trumbull house. They all contributed to this letter to Ced, in Anchorage, Alaska.
Trumbull, Conn., September 13, 1942
Dear Ceddy, Dearie,
We have been gaping at the photographs of those odd natives you sent us. We were particularly intrigued by an old, hairy, buck with a siwash mop-whiskers. The disheveled moss halo lends a certain amount of character to an otherwise stolid face. In one of the photos I was able to distinguish the nondescript physiognomy of “Fish-wheel Red”, that nefarious White Indian who used to perform orgies with panties pilfered from unwary clotheslines. Shabby Schaller is still infesting your locality, I see.
Since this is destined to assume the proportions of a round-robin letter, I shall limit myself to three or four pages, which will be concerned primarily with allowing others to have their say, effective immediately……………………………
Although this is the first word that you will hear from me, it is not the first attempt at writing you a letter. Some time ago I wrote to you and just the other day the letter came back to me saying that I had made mention of something of military value, so that the letter could not be forwarded to you in that condition. Well, naturally, I intend to make the necessary corrections and will, in due time, forward the original or a corrected copy. But as was so aptly stated by our literary friend and comrade in arms previously, this is to be a combination letter from various of those infesting Trumbull, and therefore I do not like to take up the necessary space here to write all that I would like. I notice that Dan has omitted the most important fact, that being that we all, with the exception of you, were able to make Trumbull for Dad’s birthday.
Ced – I am going to leave now so I have interrupted Alfred’s note to put in my two cents worth. My branch of the family is fine except for the usual bumps and bangs that kids usually get. Zeke is working 13 hours a night now and guess he will continue so for the duration. However, it gives us a nice income and at the rate we are going, we hope to have the house paid for by 1 March. Please write me a nice long letter and I promise I will answer it within a year. Both the kids are getting pretty big now and I will send you a picture of them when I get your letter.
—Biss & family
(continuation of the addition above) As usual, he paid off instead of accepting. However we did make a little token in his behalf. But I’ll let him take care of that end himself. And now since my time has reached the end of the allocated space, I shall nonchalantly set aside and let the next in line it take up the touch…
On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, I’ll post the rest of this letter. On Friday, a letter from Dan’s girlfriend, Barbara to Ced.