Trumbull, Conn., Sept. 22, 1946
The last letter in this apparently interminable series of mine I note was dated four weeks ago, marking the longest interval of silence since the start, which if I recall correctly was when the two oldest were in far-off Venezuela. (January, 1939) We (Dick, Jean and I) came home Tuesday of this week, we having decided Monday that the nights were uncomfortably cool for sleeping in the unheated abode, plus the fact that I erroneously surmised that frost down home here would have, by that time, destroyed the nasty ragweed. In this I was mistaken. The weather indeed all this week has been summer hot, registering in the 80s, and the ragweed, like the wicked, flourisheth. In consequence the hay fever, which was practically nonexistent while at the Island, has appeared in undiluted form and has succeeded in making life quite miserable for ye scribe.
While I sent you each a postal now and then from the Island I may as well take a few moments to review some of the high-lights of my New Hampshire visit. When I reached the Island Alta and Arnold (Gibson) had left but a few days later Elsie appeared. It was her first visit to the Island and she apparently liked it very much and enjoyed her few days with us. We salvaged some old boards where the icehouse used to be at States Landing (at the end of the road) and built a lean-to on Echo Point (the name I gave to the place where the diving board used to be). We built a new fireplace and made a work table adjacent thereto with the floorboard of an old rowboat which had been washed up on the shore as a derelict. We first attempted to repair some holes stove in her hull, but soon found it was not worthwhile on account of her extreme age, leaky condition, etc. On September 5, Bar and Pete (Barbara (Plumb) and Pete Linsey), who had been married according to schedule on Aug. 31st, paid us a surprise visit as a part of their honeymoon tour through New England and stayed a couple of days. Pete had brought his fishing tackle along which added impetus to Dick’s already aroused fishing interest. He later caught a 3-lb. Bass. Between us we cleared the brush and some of the trees from about 3/4 of the Island. One day I called at the State Capital at Concord and interviewed some of the Commissioners learning that apples, plums, but no peaches, blackberries, raspberries and blueberries, hickory, butternut, walnut, but not chestnut, and strawberries could be grown successfully on the Island soil, that the lake water is pure and drinkable as it comes from the lake, that building under present conditions is out of the question. We also visited a country fair, and Dick, who had grown a full beard and looked like a member of the “House of David”, created quite a sensation. On my birthday I was surprised after supper by being presented with a birthday cake with one big red candle planted squarely in the middle and a card which bore this legend: “62 candle power. Like you, the candle may not be new, but there’s still a lot of life there.” Next day I got birthday cards from Lad and Marian, Dave and Eleanor and Aunt Betty; also a hand-made card from Chiche (Paulette) with pictures of Dan, herself and the baby. It was very thoughtful of her and much appreciated.
Tomorrow, Wednesday and Thursday, I will post segments of this letter and on Friday, one more letter from Grandpa to Ced and Dan.