This is the rest of the letter to Lad written by Dan after he had been home for about a week.
My impressions of USA after having been away a rather surprising. Vegetation seems much greener here! The poorest house seems quite nice; the Merritt Parkway looks like the dream of some future Gomez. Everything is so wealthy-seeming that I am amazed at not having been more shocked at the poverty of Vez. When I first arrived last fall. It seems such a short time ago that I left the States for Vez., Yet it seems ages ago since I did you and Bush farewell in Carora last spring! I have seen more of Venezuela and crammed more experience in the last few months since I saw you last, that my whole attitude toward Vez. Has changed. In Caracas I learned to be spend-thrift por necesidad. In Maracaibo I found one of the most interesting cities I have known, with painted Indians and burros rubbing shoulders with Americans and New trucks. Driving from Cabimas to Barquisimeto via Coro along the shore gave me an insight on the highway system (or lack of system) of Vez. The brief dash out to the beginning of los llanos and the amazing rock crags near San Juan de los Morros opened a new vista of South American beauty. My three weeks at Bobare were spent in high, semi-arid, cactus-strewn country comparable to New Mexico. I should never have believed it possible to see so much variety in such a short time.
I have many very fine photographs, and I shall send them from time to time when the weight of the letter permits. Enclosed in this letter is a snapshot which, for obvious reasons, has been censored, and is safer with you in Pariaguan that it would be here at home. I shall try to make it a point to write you each week, supplementing Dad’s news with my own impressions of Trumbull or Alaska as the case may be. I have decided to go to the U. of Alaska if they will have me.
Ced is still working with Tilo. We have heard nothing from Rusty for quite a while. Dick is living the life of a country gentleman. Dave is running a close second. I am running a poor third and playing plenty of tennis (Barbara Plumb has a tennis court in her back yard). Dad is running the Town of Trumbull, his office in Bridgeport, and the kitchen here at home. His latest hobby is cooking, and, knowing his propensity for experimenting with foods, you can readily imagine what an opportunity he has. Biss is still happily married, and Zeke is on good terms with the entire family, for which I am very grateful. I suppose you have heard that you are on the verge of becoming an uncle. I don’t know when, but I suspect it will be before the year is over. The house seems quite empty without any females. There are only five Grandpa, Dan, Ced, Dick and Dave) of us. It is the smallest family that I have ever seen in this house.
I don’t get around much yet, due to my lack of fore-sight in getting my license renewed and Bissie’s lack of fore-sight in getting Willy-o (the Wyllis) compromised. I want to see the Fair (the World’s Fair in New York), Rudolph, Storrs (CT, site of the University of Connecticut) , Carl Nelson’s wife, McCarter (one of the Managers at the New York office of Interamerica, also the man who will cash Dan’s check from Maxudian, that he received before he left Venezuela), and a bit of New York’s night life. I have not found a job, although I have professed a willingness to work for Mr. Skinner when he has worked for me.
I am rapidly shaking off my South American ennui, and have surprised myself on several occasions by a spurt of energy. Perhaps my frequent change of diet has held back a more-rapid recovery. During the last two months I have completely changed my diet 8 times! La Concepcion, Mena Grande, Maracaibo, Truck trip to Barquisimeto, Bobare, Caracas, Santa Paula (the Grace Line ship that brought him to New York), and now home.
Don’t hesitate to write all the Spanish possible. I need plenty of practice, and it won’t hurt you, either. Don Whitney speaks College Spanish, but helps a little. I am trying to teach Dicky to help me.
Tomorrow and Sunday, I will post a two-page letter from Dave recently arrived in Manila.