This is the second half of a letterI began yesterday. Grandpa is writing to Lad, his oldest son and the only one away from home. I’m sure Grandpa’s letters helped Lad feel closer to “home”.
Lad at one of the Camps in Venezuela
Page 2 of R-38
It’s practically the end of August and only a week or two away from school opening. Better set that alarm clock of yours so you can get up in time to drive the school bus back and forth from Bridgeport for the Wells Transportation Co. The summer has just seemed to have flown by. I brought Mr. Smithson over here one day last week to give me an estimate on redecorating the upper and lower hall, living and music rooms. He expects to start someday this week. It will probably run a little higher in cost than I estimated, as will also fixing up my bathroom, but it is better to do both these jobs right while we are at it and leave undone some of the other things I had in mind. Dave spent most of Saturday morning peeling the old wall paper off in order to speed up the work. It will give so much satisfaction to have these rooms look decent again. I am ashamed to have anyone call the way they look now. Whether you will or not, you ought to feel a glow of satisfaction steal over you when you think of the peace of mind you are making possible in the old home. It is somewhat ironic to think that the one who is making this possible is the only one who will not have the opportunity of daily enjoying it. Ced is a bit concerned as to whether in a Colonial house we should have a flat plain color wall finish or if a wallpaper would not be more in keeping with the interior architecture. He wants to delay a bit so that we can get some expert advice on the subject, possibly waiting until the next time we visit the Fair, where they have many model houses showing wall finishes suitable for various kinds and periods of interiors.
During the last few days I have begun to do some sneezing, which reminds me that hay fever time is here again. Do you have hey fever in your part of the country? I think I mentioned in my last letter that Dan has a job with the Bridgeport Hydraulic Co. , and has been put on the surveying detail. He is getting $20 a week, which incidentally, is what I think you told me you are drawing as a salary locally. I have been intending to ask you to write me in one of your letters more about the details of your contract with the Co., and what benefits you receive. I understood Ted to say that very often they deduct a small sum from your pay for some kind of insurance, the company paying a large proportion of the premium, that they also permit you to buy shares of stock in the Company at a very low price, much below the market value, and that they then trade this on the market for you, crediting you with the profit, so that it does not take long for your holdings to amount to quite a tidy little some. He also said something about your being entitled to a bonus at Christmas time, and that after two years you get a months leave of absence to come home and that they pay your expenses both ways. I am interested to know whether there is any truth in these rumors. I also wondered about your local expenses, and if it were possible for you to spend $20 a week on laundry, clothes and cigarettes or other amusements. I should not think there was much opportunity to spend money, and if not, whether you have some local bank or someplace to put your excess funds so that they would not be stolen when you are off on some trip.
Ced had a call from Babe this morning asking him to come over and fix a tire on Mrs. Kelly’s car. I believe she and Babe are planning to rent some cottage at the shore.
Dan has had the Whippet registered so that he can drive back and forth to his job. Ced tried the car out the other morning, driving in to work and broke the driveshaft, which he worked all day yesterday in replacing. Other than a new battery and a defective horn, it runs O. K. now but it is a terrible looking piece of junk.
Well, boy, that’s about all I can think of to tell you at this writing. Things are running along just about the same. I suppose before very long political pots will begin to boil, but right now all the newspapers and radios have room on the front page only for news of Hitler’s doings and his gang of cutthroats.
Tomorrow and Thursday I will be posting another letter from Grandpa to Lad, addressed “Dear Adolph”. On Friday two more Inter-Office Memos concerning work on Unit #83.