Trumbull – Dear Laddybuck (2) – Thinsies -October 14, 1939

~  !  @  #  $  %  ^  &  *  (  )  _  +  this marks a lapse of several days.

It is now Tuesday the 17th. The cousins came Sunday, we had a waffle-help-yourself supper with Burrough’s cider. Monday night I had to attend the Selectmen’s meeting because I am still the Third Selectmen, so tonight is the first opportunity I had of finishing your letter.

Your note written on the 11th reached me this afternoon. There is a manufacturer of crackers in this country who has recently put on the market a new cracker which he calls Thinsies. Without intending any criticism or appearing to be implying anything smacking of ungratefulness, when I felt the missive which reposed in PO Box 7 from Venezuela, Thinsies is the thought that popped into my mind. If you don’t hurry up and look back over those letters of mine and answer some of my questions pretty soon they won’t need answering – – they’ll be outlawed by the statute of limitations. Next time you write give me a schedule of what you do on a typical holiday. (I don’t suppose that psychologically, this is a very good time to suggest writing a long “catch-up” letter home, but that idea did occur to me).

Socony-Vacuum  Club House  Committee - 1939

Socony-Vacuum Camp Pariguan Memo regarding responsibilities of Committee members

You had not mentioned the club in any of your previous letters. I should like to hear more about it. Is it just local with your camp or is it general throughout S. O. properties? I suppose the flying red horse is your club insignia. What office do you hold beside membership on the Board of Governors? What equipment have you got? Maybe the books I send down from time to time, you can contribute as your share of initiating a library.

That must have been some shower! When you have big storms and thunderstorms there ain’t no fool ‘n about ‘em, is there? I was much interested in your comment about the way they are so soon forgotten after the terror and panic of the occurrence is a few hours old. It explains something I have wondered about – – why it is that people living at the base of an active volcano who have seen their property or relatives destroyed, go right back a few weeks after it is all over and start over again in the same spot. People are sometimes like animals or insects. The spider will start weaving his web in the same spot it has been brushed away a few minutes before and will apparently keep on repeating the performance. Experience may be a great teacher but the pupils also must have some intelligence.

The last few days have been quite cold. I am trying to hold off lighting the furnace as long as possible, as I still owe over $200 on last year’s coal bill and the loss of the Selectmen’s income makes living expenses a serious problem. (I’m not going to draw on your money that you sent home more than the $50 you arranged for first, as there will always be something that it could be spent for and to take advantage of a very indulgent and generous son is unfair and too selfish, so, short of a dire necessity and stark emergency, the balance of your check from now on will go into your savings accounts). I mention this because otherwise you might think my remark was a hint that you should again offer to come to the rescue. As long as I keep my health we can muddle through some way without encroaching on your future.

Well so much for my Thinsie, which is twice as thicksie as yours, so nya, nya.

Shall be interested to know what Cecelia thought of her flowers and cigarettes.


Tomorrow and Thursday I will be posting another letter from Grandpa and on Friday, one more from Grandpa to Lad.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Adolph (1) – Keeping The Other Fellow Guessing – September 3, 1939

Lad relaxing at the Swimming Hole at one of the Venezuelan Camps


September 3, 1939

Dear Adolph:

You and Hitler have one thing in common as far as I am concerned and that is the faculty of keeping the other fellow guessing.  For three weeks, up to a couple of days ago, I had not heard from you and was beginning to wonder what it was all about.  However as I write on this sunny Sunday afternoon, with war clouds gathering darkly in Europe, and read over again your short letter in lead pencil written August 15th from Iguana #2, I think I have discovered the reason for the delay.  Enclosed you will find the envelope in which the letter came.  You will note that the extra postage represented by the stamps on the back were not canceled, due to the fact that probably some careless postal clerk only glanced at the stamps on the front, figured there was not enough postage for airmail and sent it by regular mail.  You therefore have three good stamps to use over again.  I hope this means that someday soon I will be likely to get two letters during one week.

I suppose that with radio what it is today you are receiving foreign news as quickly as we get it here.  There is not much use therefore in my commenting on the situation because it is hourly changing so rapidly that two weeks hence when you receive this the foreign lineup will be entirely different.  There was one aspect regarding this war situation however, as far as you are concerned, that gives rise to some interesting speculations.  Oil products are a very important war commodity, and while the U. S. may adopt measures in the interests of neutrality that will prevent American companies from directly selling oil and its derivatives to nations at war, your company is producing oil in a foreign country and some way may be found to supply the undoubted demand for oil from the fighting nations that will cause a great increase in demand for production, which in turn I should surmise would step up your activities in drilling, which in turn might mean that those already engaged in this work who have had some experience would be given additional opportunities to forge rapidly ahead.  There is another phase of the thing which has interesting speculations for you.  If greatly increased gallonage of oil is to be shipped abroad there must be a correspondingly greater number of tankers to carry it, and if these new tankers are powered by diesel engines there might well be an increased demand for men with diesel engineering experience.  This, of course, is a longer range proposition, and it may be the war will not last long enough to permit the building of enough tankers in time to make the demand for diesel operators acute.  I confess I don’t altogether like the idea of a boy of mine on board a ship during war time carrying so important a war material and so naturally a target for enemy subs.

If the war does last and the nation’s production of machinery and metal products is speeded up, I assume that as before, New England and specifically Bridgeport, will have another boom.  Which will be good while it lasts, no matter what may happen afterwards.  In this case I may be able to climb back a little bit from an income standpoint and not have to depend so much on the generosity of my loyal sons even though I appreciate the willingness and the great spirit that is back of it all.

Tomorrow I will post the rest of this letter. 

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear “Gone But Not Forgotten” (2) – Improvements To The House – August 27, 1939

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.

Mailboxingly yours,


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.

Judy Guion

Venezuelan Adventure – Memos from Leander About Trouble Shooter Jobs – August 13, 1939

Here are two Inter-Office Memos from C. T. Leander, Lad’s Direct Boss, with the Socony-Vacuum Oil Company. Both deal with Trouble Shooter Jobs assigned to Lad. This promotion gives Lad the flexibility of moving from Camp to Camp, wherever he is needed and the Camp Mechanics cannot deal with the problem. This was an ideal opportunity to see more of Venezuela and the workings of the Company.

Mr. Starr reports that the battery in the above unit is continually down.  I am therefore sending you a 1939 generator, cut out and also another battery.

Before replacing any of the above parts check the starting motor on this unit and all of the wiring below the chassis.

When the unit was in here last it was found that the starting motor was very dirty with the results that every time it was in use the load was so high that it pulled the battery down.  This may again be the trouble.  In any case all removed parts should be sent back here for repair.

The warehouse not having a generator with the two fan belt pulley it was necessary for me to send you the one pulley type.  All you have to do to use this is install the pulley from the old generator.

Altho the steering knuckle for #40 was ordered by wire for air express shipment it has not arrived as yet.  As soon as it gets in will get it out to you.

C. T. Leander.

I understand from the local Jefe Civil that the motor in the Chevrolet Chingo that is owned by him has serious motor trouble.

He has obtained from somewhere a Chevrolet motor and has asked us to look it over here in the shop.  We gave it a quick once over to make sure that it had six pistons etc.  By the first available transportation to Altimira we are going to send this motor there for him.

He will have it installed by his own man and I wish that you would arrange if possible to see that they install it so that he can get his truck out of the way.

I have just explained to his man here that we are not responsible for the job of installing the motor but that we are asking you to look it over and see that they get it in the right way.

We naturally do not want to offend the Jefe Civil and therefore if you can arrange to see that it goes together correctly please do so.

If necessary leave Camaro with him until you see that the thing is going to be completed OK.

C. T. Leander.

Tomorrow and Friday I will post another letter to Lad from his Father in Trumbull.

Judy  Guion

Trumbull – Dear T. S. (2) – A Story About Reyom – August 13, 1939

This is the second half of a letter posted yesterday. Reyom is a former tenant of Grandpa’s. He “rented” the Litte House” and lived there with his wife, Alice, and his daughter. He left owing Grandpa a sum of money. 

Dan just received a letter from Wieberly asking him to meet at McCarter’s office (Interamerica, Inc’s headquarters)  in New York next Wednesday, to present their claims and talk over the situation generally.

I am enclosing with this a letter from Dan (Dear Ralfred, posted recently)  which he asked me to send to you, along with the nudist photograph. Dan and Dick had started to dig up the leaching line that extends out into the North East corner lot where there was still some leaks in spite of the fact that I have had the septic tank cleaned out by Sam Farrar at a cost of $20. From what they have unearthed so far, it would seem that the pipes originally laid by whoever put the original installation in, have simply disintegrated so that there is only a paper wall thickness of pipe left. I came home the other day and also discovered that Dan had started sort of a pool out in the flower bed in back — the bed that runs along the incinerator. Dave says that some traveling salesman called the other day and persuaded Dan to invest in some water plants, lilies, etc., which he has planted. This went over quite big with the birds. There were about 20 of them out there this morning using it as their ol’ swimmin’ hole. I’m glad to note that Collier’s has started to arrive. You should be getting Reader’s Digest and Popular Mechanics pretty soon. I’m also glad to know the first batch of books arrived O.K.

Yesterday, just as I left the office to come home, who should be standing outside the door waiting for a bus but Mr. Page. I chatted with him for a few moments until his bus arrived and learned that he is now working for the Bridgeport Metal Goods Company, since  Mrs. Page has given up the bakery business Marie Page had a bakery in the center of Trumbull).

Ed Cullen became Grandpa’s life-long friend and created artwork for several of the Special Christmas Cards Grandpa sent out over the years. The example is from the 1957 card, “LIFE – Annual Review”.  This is a sketch of Lad and Marian, loading the trailer with all four of us helping, for our annual trip to the Island in New Hampshire. I’m at the far left behind my fther, Doug is in the lower left-hand corner, Greg is behind Marian on the right and Lynn is on top of the mattress. Chet and Jean (Hughes) Hayden, Charlie and Jane (Mantle) Hall, and Pete and Barbara (Plumb) Linsley, with their children, joined us each summer. The license plate reads “TRAILER” , with “CT – 1957” below.

After Thorpe moved out of my office, another artist named Cullen took it. We got talking about Reyom the other day, and Cullen told me that not long ago he and a group of fellows were seated at a table in a café near the General Electric Plant, when who should walk in the door but Reyom. One of the men seated at the table remarked to the others: “See that fellow that just came in? He makes me tired. He’s a Four Flusher. I ought to know because he is my cousin. He was born in Pennsylvania of a Pennsylvania Dutch family. He did live in England for a while where he picked up the accent and has been posing as some connection of a Royal Spanish family. He never saw Spain and can’t speak of word of the language. His name is a fake. His real name is Robert Moyer. If you don’t believe it, spell his name backwards.”  All of which might be true. You remember he named his first child Robert, and when I asked him the reason one day, if it were a family name, he said no, he just liked the name. I have not heard anything of or from him. He left a lot of unpaid bills, as I think I told you, and from what Alice says he might be a little bit cracked.

That seems to be about all the news I can work up today. It has suddenly gotten very dark and the wind has started to blow. It looks like one of those windstorms we have occasionally, which will probably cool off the air whether or not it brings any rain.

(a few minutes later) it did rain and no fooling. In fact it is raining HARD right now. I have just been around and closed the windows in the North and West. It’s probably just a hard shower like you get quite familiar with down there. It’s too hard to last. So is thinking up any more news to put in this letter.

Goodbye, T.S.   (did you guess it? Trouble Shooter, of course.)

Your witty old wag of a


Tomorrow I will post two Inter-Office Memorandum from his boss to Lad, instructing him on what to do with two different jobs in the field. On Thursday and Friday, another letter From Grandpa to his son in Venezuela.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear T. S. (1) – Another Trip To The World’s Fair – August 13, 1939

At this point, Dan has returned from Venezuela and Lad is the only son living away from home. I think it must have been strange hearing about all the happenings back in Trumbull, knowing that if he was there, he’d be right in the middle of everything, Fortunately for Grandpa, Lad doesn’t even mention this but it must have been on his mind.

August the 13th (1939)

(sounds unlucky )

Dear T.S.

Do you know what those initials stand for? Well, guess.

Well, the week has rolled around again and it’s time for me to sit down for a couple of hours and have a one-sided chat with my S.A. progressive — the boy who left the old home and made good in the big outside world. Meanwhile the old home still runs along in its own quiet groove awaiting the homecoming sometime in the distant future.

Your short handwritten note arrived Tuesday, also in the red. You are consistent in your color scheme, whether it be pencil or typewriter.

You must have the same feeling that an M. D. has who is a specialist and is called hither and yon to apply his expert knowledge in fixing up something that has gone wrong. It must be a lot more interesting than some routine job that any ordinary mechanic can fix up. It is a challenge where you pit your wits against some mechanical difficulty that presents a difficult problem and you are the only hope of relief, on the correction of which may depend human lives and at least the efficient operation preventing loss of revenue. In other words, you can feel that you are really an important cog in the human order of things, and the constant change in the problems, I should think, would make the job quite interesting. First thing you know they will be calling you to headquarters for service in an ever broadening field, who knows?

Shall wait with interest more information about the new plane. Would it make regular trips now between your camp and Caracas? I gave your birthday greetings to Dick. He wants a tennis racket, money and a razor. The 19th is next Saturday, and we may celebrate with some manner yet undetermined, possibly a visit to Pleasure Beach.

Last Tuesday I took all the boys to the World’s Fair. We visited the Venezuelan exhibit, Italy, Russia, Czechoslovakia, and from there to the New England states building, stopping also at Virginia, South Carolina and Puerto Rico. We then had supper, saw the fireworks with the colored lights on the fountains and then went down to the amusement section. Dan liked it so much that last night he got up another party and in Ced’s car, Dan, Ced, Dick, Don Whitney, Redd Donald Sirene), Jean (Hughes) and Barbara (Plumb, Dan’s girlfriend) went down again. They started about 9 AM from Trumbull and got home about 2:30 this morning. Don and Ced ate some crab meat salad which did not agree with them and in  about half-hour intervals, Ced ran through my room on the way to the bathroom losing crab meat and everything else from both front and back exits. He is consequently been feeling rather weak today.

I have just gotten out Dan’s road map of Venezuela and tried to locate Cero Negro and Carizal, but I guess they didn’t put it on. If you can get a copy of the same Shell road map and can spot the places you visit in relation to this map, I can more readily follow your migration.

Tomorrow, the rest of this letter. Wednesday, two Inter-Office Memos to Lad (Alfred Guion) regarding Trouble-Shooting jobs he had in August, 1939. Thursday and Friday, Another letter from Grandpa to his oldest – and only – son away from home.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Uncle Ted Adds Fuel To The Fire – July 7, 1939

Trumbull, Conn

July 7, 1939

Dear Mr. Aguenevere, (I believe this is Uncle Ted’s attorney in Caracas, handling Uncle Ted’s attempts to get paid back wages from Interamerica. Uncle Ted Human is married to Helen (Peabody), the sister of Grandma Arla (Peabody) Guion )

Since writing you on the 24th of June, (a letter from Uncle Ted to his lawyer in Caracas, which I do not have) Mr. A. D. Guion of Trumbull rec’d a letter from his son Daniel – (now in Caracas) stating that in a conversation with Maxudian (Yervant Maxudian, President and owner of Interamerica, Inc., the company that hired Uncle Ted, Lad and Dan to help build a road for the Venezuelan Government from Caracas to Maracaibo)– Mr. Maxudian said – quote “He (Maxudian)  claims he has high connections with Pres. Contreras and no matter what dirt is slung against the fair name of Inter-america, new contracts are forthcoming.  He (Maxudian) supplied evidence that he has personally censored the outgoing mail, including a letter I (Dan) sent to the Engineering Soc’y. in N.Y., which was never received.  Be careful what you write, was his advice” end quote. Mr. Guion will probably act direct on his son’s letter through Washington sources.  Am simply furnishing this for your advice.

Mr. McCarten, Vice President of Interamerica, tried to obtain some Engrs (Engineers) through the Soc’y here and was turned down.

Yours very truly,

Theo. Human, Jr.

Trumbull – Dear Oil Baron (3) – More News From Uncle Ted – June 25, 1939

Alfred Peabody Guion at an Oil Camp in Venezuela

Uncle Ted has just come in and knowing I was writing to you asked me to say that you want to drop a line to the American Consul, Mr. McMillin, and tell him if you have not yet been paid, to intervene for you and ask if he cannot do something to see that you are paid your back salary. Just a short note is all that is necessary. Of course you needn’t say anything about my letter from Mr. Hull. Uncle Ted says he expects to write to you himself shortly.

Oh, lest I forget, I have mailed you two books which you may keep down there to start a town library or lend to any of the other boys who may enjoy them. I will send others from time to time which also need not be returned. A couple of magazines, I hope, will also be arriving regularly pretty soon.

In one of your previous letters you said something about having given instructions that part of your salary was to be sent home. I have received no check from Socony-Vacuum to date, which I suppose is because they have been paying you in cash up to the present in view of the fact you have not signed a contract. I merely mention this in case you had made other arrangements and might possibly expect I had been getting checks from Socony-Vacuum in New York and had not mentioned receiving them. As next month I have to pay interest on the mortgage and the last half of the year’s tax, I may not be able to do much for Dr. Clark for a month or so.

Well, since I finished writing the last paragraph I have listened to Charlie McCarthy, and since I cannot find anything more to write about I may as well sign off. You might ask a few questions as they occur to you now and then which will make it a bit easier to make my letters more interesting. I sometimes feel they are just a bunch of tripe, but at least it lets you know some of the commonplace things that are happening back in the old corral, and is evidence, if you need any, that we are still thinking of you. Good night, old snoozer. We’ll be waiting for your letter today or tomorrow to find out what’s happened since your last.


Tomorrow and Sunday, two more letters from Dave’s World ar II Army Adventure.

Maybe the next post from Venezuela will tell us what’s going on with Dan. We haven’t heard directly from him in a while.

Do you know someone who grew up during this time period? Maybe they would enjoy reading about the goings-on of another family during the same time and you could share my blog address with them. It’s also very easy to have these posts delivered right to your inbox. All you have to do is scroll down about half way and on the left, you’ll see a “FOLLOW THIS BLOG VIA EMAIL” sign. Just click on it and enter your email address – that’s all you have to do – and you’ll get each post delivered directly to you.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Oil Baron (2) – Trumbull Town Business and Politics – June 25, 1939

Town of Trumbull, Alfred D Guion, First Selectman

Page 2 of R-28

By the way, pretty soon you had better be getting a new typewriter ribbon as your letters are getting a bit faint for us to read without glasses under a high-power bulb.

Uncle Ted has not received any further news from his legal claims, but through the efforts I have been making, I received a letter from Sen. Maloney of Conn. enclosing a letter written personally by Cordell Hull ( ) in which he says he has taken the matter of your claim and Dan’s up with the American Consul in Caracas, so it looks as though some real attention might be paid to the matter when Hull himself gets after the matter.

(As I look back over what I write and see some of the mistakes and hitting wrong keys, I marvel at your forbearance in not even mentioning the lousy typewriting I regularly send you.)

Last night there was another hot town meeting in which friend Sexton again attacked the First Selectman (Grandpa) on the matter of the truck purchase, in spite of the fact I had, a few days before, put an article in the paper explaining just what the whole thing was about. The enclosed clippings will tell you the story. The vote they took empowering the Board of Selectmen to hire an auditor to make the audit is foolish, for because, without an authorization for the town to spend the money required, which was not authorized, it would be illegal for me to enter into any contract to have the work done, so I don’t see that their vote amounts to anything. However, we will see what the next move will be as the Taxpayers League are behind the thing and must realize that truth also.

The town is busy oiling roads. Thursday a chain holding the drag we were hauling behind the town truck to smooth or “hone” the road after oiling, snapped and broke old Mr. Cooper’s leg. He was taken to the hospital in the town ambulance, Mr. Bradley doing the driving as no constable could be located. I am making arrangements to have Nat Hayward’s car equipped with a radio and asking the Bridgeport police to extend their radio shortwave broadcasting to Trumbull, as they have to other surrounding towns.

Tomorrow I will post the last section of this letter, with more information from Uncle Ted. (Ted Human, married to Helen Peabody, Grandma Arla’s sister, who hired Lad and Dan to go o Venezuela with him and is attempting to get back pay owed to him also) .

Judy Guion 

Venezuelan Adventure (34) – Dear Gusher Guion – Dan Writes to Lad – June 20, 1939

Daniel Beck Guion


June 20

Dear Gusher Guion,

I regret not having written sooner but I had not yet decided the exact course to follow.

We have abandoned the Carora-Cabinas location and are working from Barquisimeto to Siguisigue.

At about the same time that Interamerica abandoned the old line, I (and Jim) abandoned Interamerica. We went to Maracaibo, disported ourselves for a week, then drove in the Co. truck from Cabinas to Barquisimeto via Coro.  In Barquisimeto we talked to our erstwhile proxy who prevailed upon us to stay for the month of June, promising a clean record and return passage in exchange.  It is only a promise, of course, but I am planning to leave for Caracas on the 2nd of July.

Please let me know if it is possible or not to see you either in Caracas or in Pariaguan during the first week in July.

If you are sure you have time to answer by letter, my address is Bobare, Estado Lara.  If time is too short, there is a telegraph office here in Bobare.

If you can get to Caracas for a day or so, bueno.  If not, I shall try to dash down to Pariaguan, weather and roads etc. permitting.  If you can come to Caracas, please bring my wrist watch and any other thing you might want to send home.

I shall leave Bobare on July 1, and if you want to get in touch with me after that, wire the Consul in Caracas.

Here’s to the 4th of July.


Tomorrow I shall post a letter to lad from Aunt Betty.  On Wednesday, Thursday and Friday I will post a letter from Grandpa to Lad. 

Judy Guion