Grandpa continues to keep his oldest sons apprised of the happenings of friends and family at home in Trumbull.
April 12, 1939.
Dear Boys (en masse):
As you may have noticed I usually find time of a Sunday to sit down at this rickety old typewriter and spend a couple of hours chatting with my expert sons, but last Sunday (Easter) we were all invited down to Larry and Marion’s (Larry and Marion Peabody) for dinner. We left about 10:30 with seven in the little old Willys (Grandma, Helen, Elizabeth, Ced, Dick, Dave and the writer). On arrival we found Aunt Dorothy (Peabody) had already arrived and Ced then left for Mt. Vernon where he picked up Aunt Betty (Duryee, Grandpa’s Aunt) and Elsie (Duryee, Grandpa’s sister). During the course of the day, Anne (Peabody) Stanley),sister of my Grandma), Arla Mary Peabody) Burton (Arla’s brother) , Don and Gwen (Stanley, Anne’s children), Kemper and Ethel (Peabody), Frank and Lynn (possibly Frank Peabody, Arla’s uncle and his wife) also came in so there were quite a houseful. Marion , as might be expected, served a wonderful dinner. Allen is at the cute age and amused us all. BUT, I didn’t get my letter written. Now it came to pass that Monday and Tuesday maketh the selectman to be diligent about his work, so that this is the first opportunity I have had to write, and I don’t feel so much like doing it tonight either, because this afternoon Don and Gwen and Aunt Anne arrived in their new Plymouth she had just bought and the five kids are playing chopsticks and whatnot on the piano, the telephone is persistently ringing for someone who doesn’t answer, the Stanley’s little black dog is running around sniffing everything and I have a miserable cold, but aside from that there is nothing to distract my attention from this English composition classic.
Biss and Zeke finally moved in the apartment after having spent most of the week taking off old wallpaper and painting the walls and in general cleaning up. They bought a few pieces of furniture, which, with what was already in there, will be enough for them to get by on until they can get more of their own. They bought a secondhand electric refrigerator which came today, is too large to fit anywhere in the apartment, so is installed in the laundry. Elizabeth was given a surprise shower last week at Helen Smith’s and got quite a quantity of useful things. They are paying a rent of $20 a month, but I am paying for the paint they bought to refinish the walls. Reyom has been fired from the Park City Engraving Co. and is now with the Park City School of Beauty Culture, if you please. Alice is working in Kreesge’s 5 and 10. Smithson is over here re-papering Grandma’s room at Helen’s request so that Ted, when he arrives, will have a nice fresh clean room to stay in. I thought in view of the fact that he had done so much for you boys (in intention, at least) the fair thing for me to do was to offer to have Ted stay here until he knows what he is going to do, and I suppose that was one reason Helen had the idea of fixing up the room. She has repainted the bathroom at the head of the stairs white.
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Ced has been laid up in his room for a couple of days with a cold. The weather here is raw and Marchy. We have only had one or two spring days, but birds and buds are heralding the arrival of something other than war in Europe.
I seem to have had a lot of trouble with the Briggs ever since it was installed. Three times now the pipeline leading from or into it has broken, draining out all the oil in the first intimation I have had that something was wrong was when the motor began to knock. On two occasions this all happened several miles from where I could get any oil, which is not done the motor any good. Myron Whitney took the car today and put flexible hose at both inlet and outlet ends, so I’m hoping further damage from this cause will be prevented, but alas it will not remedy the harm that has already occurred.
There is a new building development being started over Beach’s Corner way which they are calling Parkway Village. It is being financed by the Bridgeport City Trust Co. and apparently they intend to push it hard. Their goal is six hundred lots, but if they erect fifty houses the first year they will be doing a good job.
Babe Cecelia Mullins, Lad’s girlfriend) has had a smashup in her Ford. It happened just opposite Bill Park’s gas station on Noble Avenue. She will probably write you full details, Lad, so I will not attempt to tell the story here. Her car was damaged, but she escaped unharmed, I believe.
Enclosed you will find copy of a letter written to Shuster & Feuille, in answer to a suggestion Lad made to me in the letter received just after I had mailed the other letters off to the Venezuelan officials. I hope they all do some good and result in you and the other men being paid in full. I am much interested in seeing what my letters bring forth and what the result of it all is.
Aunt Betty keeps exceptionally well, as also does Elsie. I took down the scrapbook with all your letters in it and Elsie spent most of Sunday afternoon reading these. She has had to move out of the Tudor as they were raising prices on account of the Fair. She is now down near East 20th St.
Well, so much for general news.
Tomorrow, I will post individual letters to Dan and Lad, all part of R-16.