March 6, 1939
My dear Toreodores:
The only exciting news today is that one day last week Charley Hall, while on his way home from visiting his girl, at the corner of Capital and Howard Avenues in Bridgeport, struck a man with his car. Have heard no verified details but the man, taken to Bridgeport or St. Vincent’s Hospital since died and Charley is being held on the charge of operating a motor vehicle so as to cause loss of life. Rumor is that the man was drunk.
Well, here in the States it is income tax time. Needless to say, I will not be paying any this year, so I am not facing the problem of telling a lie and going to jail or telling the truth and going to the poorhouse.
Neither of you boys have reported what letters of mine you have received. Please note the serial number system I have adopted and let me know, please, if convenient, what dates you have received my various missiles. Reciprocally, I am giving below a record of letters received from youse during Feb.:
(Prior to the accident in Venezuela, Grandma was staying at the Trumbull House and Aunt Helen was there also, helping to care for Grandma. When Aunt Helen received news of the accident, she went home to be closer to the New York office of Interamerica, Inc.)
And, by the way, Lad, I suppose it is rather expensive sending air mail letters all the time, particularly as you have had to send so many so frequently to Aunt Helen lately, but I have been anxiously awaiting the lowdown on Uncle Ted, because all the news we get is secondhand and then very meager. Somehow or other Grandma and Aunt Helen surround the matter with a great deal of secrecy. When letters arrive from you addressed to other than the Guions, they are read in private, and upon request, in spite of our interest in Uncle Ted’s condition, we are given a word or two summary of the high spots, and all I have learned is what you have written to Cecilia, or what we have been allowed to glean from a word now and then, with no detail. Correspondence, very secret and confidential, is being carried on between Grandma and Aunt Helen, who is still in New York, and I have too much pride to be seeming to be nosy by asking questions, so I feel like sort of an outsider, and this, quite unintentionally, you have been a party to, by not writing anything whatever to me regarding the doings. You have not realized that the last letter from you was written on Feb. 20th containing no reference to Uncle Ted’s accident. The whole thing seems to me a bit childish, but of course I have had said nothing about it. I know of course when letters are received from you as they arrived in Trumbull, but they are opened and read by Grandma, presumably under instructions from Aunt Helen, and are at once remailed to New York, or if the news is important enough, is telephoned. If it were just idle curiosity on my part in an effort to butt into business that is of no concern to me, I would feel differently, but Uncle Ted belongs to us also and we are naturally much concerned and interested. Oh well, let it go.
That was funny about that clipping from the N.Y. Times. When the Jan. 28th issue was received here, I sent to Dan this article, and Mr. Reyom sent his copy to you. Now we received the same article from you without making reference to ours, and Mr. Reyom is wondering if you bought a copy of the N.Y. Times in Caracas, or if the clipping you returned was not actually the very one he sent you which you received without noticing that it came from him. He was quite disappointed that after going to all the trouble and expense of mailing it to you, you didn’t notice it was from him. I assured him his could not have arrived at Caracas by the time you had mailed your clipping to us, but I was a bit uncertain myself of just what had happened.
Sometime when you have time and inclination you might tell me just how you spend your time. What is a typical business days schedule? What is your social life? How do you spend your evenings? Have you met any of the better class natives, gotten acquainted with any charming señoritas? Have you seen a bullfight? You spoke in your February 12th letter of going out to the “bush” for a couple of months. Did the accident change these plans? Did you see Maxudian (President of Interamerica, Inc.) when he was down and what is the lowdown on conditions during and after his visit? What is your status with the company now? As to the stomach trouble, why not try cutting out greasy foods for a bit and see if that improves digestion. German cooking is apt to be greasy with lots of rich gravies, which while good tasting, is apt to create acid conditions.
Dan, in one letter you refer to photo of Mr. Human and his dusky charm. I haven’t seen it. Maybe it is one Aunt Helen received and did not show us. Enjoyed your letter to Dick, telling about wildlife, plants, noises etc. In one of my recent letters I asked for a map. You must have anticipated my request, but it doesn’t give distances between camps or locate your bases with reference to known places on our maps here.
Well, good night for now. I’ll look forward to hearing more from you in tomorrow’s mail or the day after. Did the mosquito netting I sent come in handy and were the canvas gloves useful?
Tomorrow, a letter to Lad from his best friend, Arnold (Gibby) Gibson.