Trumbull – Dear Santa Claus (2) – Grandpa’s Advice to Lad – December 3, 1939

This is the second portion of the letter I posted yesterday.  This portion includes grandpa’s advice to lad regarding his prospects for work.

Blog - Lad in Venezuela, head and chest, in camp

Lad, in Venezuela, at one of the Camps.

page 2 of R-52

Aunt Betty had brought up with her the letter you had sent to her and this too was read at the table after yours had been read.  Who is the man in the Company that makes the decision as to whether you are put on diesel work or garage or transportation?  Who is the second in command that might influence the big boss?  You, of course, can see what I am driving at.  Sometimes a direct frontal attack won’t get you so far so quick as taking a round-about route.  If Mr. Starr, for instance, is the big boss and in spite of the fact that you have left no doubt in his mind as to what you would like to do on the diesel proposition, still refuses to see the thing your way, he must have some reason that seems good to him, at least.  He either believes that you do not know enough about Diesels to put you on the job or he needs you more on some other job that he believes you can do.  If the first assumption is true,  then it might be well not to say anything more to him about your desires but silently work to convince those whom he consults, like the second in command, or the new diesel man, or someone else that you know from observation or circumstances is a person having influence, and without letting this person know your reason, fix it so that every opportunity that arises he is impressed with your diesel knowledge.  Meanwhile, if you do the jobs that are handed you in a thorough, capable manner, in spite of the fact that the boss knows you would rather have something else, he will be impressed by your loyalty and good spirit and will make him feel all the more like rewarding you. All of this seems awfully trite as I write it and maybe it will seem the same way as you read it, but sometimes it is these very obvious things that one cannot see when he is too close to them; and of course, it may be that not knowing the set up, I am off at an entirely wrong tangent.  While I don’t like the idea of your overworking, it is good to know that they are putting these jobs up to you and that they would not do so if they did not have confidence that you could handle them.  While Mr. Leander is away, can’t you work up some system that the boss will approve such as an official order that all garage jobs will be handled strictly in the order in which they are received and no one except the big boss has authority to make any change to this schedule, and before the garage can put any job ahead of another, there must be a signed order from the big boss to that effect.  If that or some other plan you may be able to devise will help morale and keep tempers and make for peace of mind, Mr. Leander will probably be grateful to you for removing a big bugbear, and the big boss will see in you not only a good mechanic, but a good diplomat as well, which is something that Roy evidently lacked.  Here, again, my steer may be entirely wrong, in going to the big boss with any such idea may be exactly the thing not to do and might make Chris sorer than anything else.  However, this long-range advice can’t do any harm as long as you don’t take it, and you probably won’t if after thinking it over it doesn’t seem to fill the bill.  I’d be interested to hear from time to time a little more about the internal politics.  If Chris is hard to get along with he probably knows it and while not admitting it to you, probably appreciates your easy-going way of quietly going about your business no matter how nasty he knows he makes himself.  The fellow that knows he is a crank and still finds someone that can work along smoothly with him, often develops a real friendship for his assistant and stands by him loyally in times of stress.  It is interesting to get these little sidelights in your letters of the underlying spirit of the place.  In every big organization there is a lot of politics being played and I have found that in general the best course to pursue is not to take sides but just plug ahead, keep your mouth shut and strictly tend to your knitting.

Come to think of it, before you get this letter, Chris will have returned and by that time circumstances may be entirely different.

Tomorrow, I will post the last page of this letter and on Friday, A letter from Dan attached at the end of this letter.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Muy Senor Mio – A Letter From Dan – Information Concerning His College Course – November 26, 1939

Dan and Butch - 1940

Daniel Beck Guion, after returning from Venezuela

November 26, 1939

Muy senor mio,

Su padre va a escribir a usted en buen espanol! Que piense usted de eso? Pere frankemente, no soysu padre. 

soy su hermano, escribiendo uma carta tarde. Si hay gramatico malo conozco mas espanol ahor que quando staba en Venezuela, pero no conozco mucho todavia.

After reading over one of el padre’s letters, he mentions that I have been using your car, then he goes on to say that the top blew off, the battery went dead, etc., etc., etc., but he fails to mention clearly that he is speaking of peep rather than your Packard. Actually, your Packard is still giving satisfactory service. The rips in the upholstery are exhibiting a normal growth, to be sure, and one of the front right springs has sprung a leaf, but the motor runs, and, in comparison to Ced’s peep, a “lemon” would taste like a nectarine, altho’ it is not entirely clear to me what a nectarine is, part of my logic insisting that it has something to do with the juice in Dad’s pipe, and the other half suggesting that it is perhaps a half-breed peach, which your friends might term a “mestizo”.

I have been interested lately in South American studies. I am considering a “career” in Latin America, but have more or less abandoned my plans to study geology. I should prefer a job which would afford a greater amount of travel and meeting people. Salesman for some U.S. Co. would be ideal. I am studying Spanish seriously, and have begun reading books on South America to get a broader education on the history, economics and geography of Latin America. In this connection I wrote to a School in Washington, DC called the School of Latin American Studies. I have reason to believe that this School is a foreign service school, perhaps majoring in diplomatic studies, but the director has promised to send me a catalog for the coming year. (the stuttering “m” which has appeared unexpectedly in the word “Coming” was entirely coincidental, and has no bearing whatsoever on actual words).

It is my turn to spend Thanksgiving at home (Dan and Uncle Ted Human left for Venezuela in October of 1939, so he missed the usual Trumbull Thanksgiving.) while you thrill to the festive spirit of the celebration de los llanos. I suppose that you americanos will sally forth with your trusty esopetas in search of a rash paguato or pava in the true old New England style! At that, it will be better than my last year’s Thanksgiving, for we spent that day working in the heavy November downpour around el rio Sivare, just west of Santa Rosa.

And speaking of el rio Sicare, I have been writing more elaborate accounts of some of my experiences in connection with a course I am taking at School. This serves a dual purpose. First, it supplies the assignments for my homework. Secondly, it preserves for posterity accounts of my more out-standing impressions of Western Venezuela. Do you remember the Shrine along the trail just past the rio Sicare, near Santa Rosa, the shrine with candles burning on it? I have written the story of that shrine ….. the Shrine of Jose del Carmen, as told me

I cannot find the other portion of this letter. I also was unaware of these accounts and will contact his children to see if they have them.

Tomorrow I will post a letter from Aunt Betty to Lad.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 351 – Lad’s Gold ID Bracelet And Ring

Both these pieces of jewelry were my Father’s and they are now mine.

Lad - LAD bracelet in gold

While my Father, Lad, was in Venezuela, he had this ID Bracelet made, probably by a jeweler or artisan. Engraved on the back is “A P GUION” and “TRUMBULL, CONN.” You may also notice two gold nuggets included in the chain.

After he had asked my Mother, Marian Irwin, to marry him, he asked her if she wanted an engagement ring. She told him, “No” He gave her this ID Bracelet to wear instead. Now I wear it continually.

APG - Gold Monogrammed Ring

This Cloisonne ring was also made in Venezuela, probably by the same person who made the ID bracelet. I believe that neither my Father nor the Artisan knew of the English tradition  of monogramming,  placing the last name initial in the middle (and larger) and the first and middle initials on the sides. I’m guessing that when the order was placed, my Father was asked for his initials and he told them his initials were “APG” and this is the ring that was made., although the “G” should have been in the middle. I also wear this ring continually.

Peabodys And Duryees (2) – A Letter To Lad From Aunt Helen (Peabody) Human – November 2, 1939

This is the rest of a letter to Lad from his Aunt Helen (Peabody) Human, the wife of Uncle Ted Human, who originally hired Lad for work in Venezuela.

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                 Aunt Helen Human, Aunt Anne Stanley, Aunt Dorothy Peabody

Uncle Ted saw Dan and ADG (Grandpa, Alfred Duryee Guion)  for a few minutes in New York the other day. Dan had received a letter from Mr. McCarter asking him to go to New York for a check. As I understand, it was a good one. We are still waiting for ours – it has been very hectic waiting for money and waiting for a person to get well – that the getting well part is going along beautifully – since the middle of September there has been a marked improvement in Ted’s condition – in fact, he is well enough now to be really quite active again – of course the diet still has to be monitored with an occasional little break to relieve the monotony. I do wish we could get our finances straightened out – it has been so many months since there has been any salary. But, I suppose that all of a sudden everything will break beautifully. There has been lots of correspondence between T.H. Jr. (Uncle Theodore Human, Jr.) and South America – the American Consul, etc., but so far nothing has developed in our favor.

Oh, Laddie – your paragraph on the picture amused me so much because the picture wasn’t in the letter, and I think when you said “I think it is a very good study in modern art for one who does not know what he is looking at…” Was very apropos. I presume it was a picture of the orange tree, known as T.O.T.

I have been going to Dr. Clark recently – in fact I must dress in a very few minutes because I have an appointment to one o’clock. He asked me the other day if you are still down there. Are your teeth still in good condition? I certainly hope they are.

Did you know that Aunt Anne, (Aunt Helen’s next youngersister, Anne Peabody) Stanley and her children)  Gweneth and Donald have moved to Staunton, Virginia? Their address is: Woodrow Terrace – apartment 6. They would be delighted to hear from you.

I hope you will write again before too awfully long – I like to hear from you – or rather we like to hear from you and I do want to know if everything is really going along nicely and if you are constantly pleased with your new work. Of course there are apt to be drawbacks, but taking everything into consideration, I gather from what you said, that you were really glad to be there.

In time, if you just keep pushing yourself ahead in a quiet, but very determined way, who knows what good and excellent jobs will be in store for you. This is just a little piece of advice from someone who sits on the outside looking in and always listening hard – you don’t need to be rough and hard-boiled to get along, but you do need to be aggressive and determined and demanding in a gentlemanly way in order to reach for better and higher things. You are still young and I should judge doing very well – but never be satisfied until you build a way for even better positions. I take a lot of interest in you and your activities because I want so much to see do well in every way and I have a very, very warm spot in my heart for you. We all do (T.H. likes you so much too) and it will mean a great deal to see you continue with your good work.

Loads of love to you, Laddie, and all kinds of good luck for now and always.

Aunt Helen

Grandmother and Aunt Dorothy send you lots of love too.

Tomorrow, a letter and a copy of the investment contract Grandpa bought in Lad’s name. On Thursday and Friday, a letter from Grandpa to Lad.

Judy Guion

Peabodys And Duryees (1) – A Letter To Lad From Aunt Helen (Peabody) Human – November 2, 1939

Aunt Helen, the writer of this letter, is Mrs. Ted Human, Jr. He is the uncle that was hired by InterAmerica and then hired his nephews, Lad and Dan, to go to Venezuela with him. Dan was out in the field surveying the route of the highway they were going to built across northern Venezuela. Lad was primarily in Caracas acting as Uncle Ted’s right hand man and did some vehicle maintenance. He was the contact to the family after Uncle Ted’s almost fatal accident ( See “Life in Venezuela (13) – Hazardous Roads and a  Brush With Death” in the category Peabodys and Duryees) and made the arrangements to get Uncle Ted home. Therefore, both Ted and Helen felt closer to Lad than the other children.

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Aunt Helen (Peabody) Human (Mrs. Ted)

Nov. 2, 1939

26 Coligni Ave.

New Rochelle

My dear Laddie –

Your letter, dated October 15th, came as a thunderbolt – but a very pleasant one. You can’t imagine how pleased I was to get it and thank you so much for your birthday greetings. Your letter arrived two days early at that. It is a very singular thing, but I had been thinking so much of you lately – I even spoke to Ted about it, and then I dreamed about you – I dreamed that you were coming home and I was disappointed because it meant you were tired of South America, and I had been so hoping that you would really like it — and so your letter was a very pleasant piece of news.

The news of your camp is interesting. Glad you can finally sleep on a Beauty-Rest mattress with comfort. I like the idea of your “Club Pegasus”  and your Spanish classes. You are fortunate in having someone like Mrs. Gerdes as the wife of the manager. A person in that position can do so much to make life enjoyable outside of working hours.

It is true that you have been gone for nearly a year – and I hope you will like the work and life down there more and more – at least enough to complete satisfactorily your full time – perhaps you will want to stay even longer, after a vacation in the states? If you enjoy the work a lot and there are enough people of both sexes near your own age, you should have a very pleasant time. Naturally, you probably get feelings of homesickness at times, but if you are like I am, they won’t be too severe.

At the present time Aunt Dee (Aunt Helen’s youngest sister, Dorothy Peabody )is reading the New York Times – she has been interrupting me so much to read snatches of European news, but I couldn’t keep my mind clear to write, so now she’s keeping quiet and reading solely to herself. She hasn’t made a peep for several minutes. The nurse, Mrs. Myers, is taking care of Grandmother. Grandmother very much enjoyed reading your letter and still says she is going to write to you. She has been sick as you probably know, since the middle of July – she has had two operations, the last 3 weeks ago – she has been home now just a week and is getting along very nicely. By Sunday she will be sitting up a little on the edge of her bed and next week will be getting up for a while each day. Then she will probably keep on getting better and better. She already looks better than she has for the past few years. Even if she doesn’t write you soon, I know she would love to hear from you. She happens to like you an awful lot.

This morning she had a letter from Cedric in which he asks if he, your father, Dan, Dave and Dick may come down Sunday afternoon. We haven’t seen any of them for a long time so we are looking forward to seeing them.

Tomorrow I will post the rest of this letter. On Wednesday, a post concerning some sort of investment purchase Grandpa has made for Lad and on Thursday and Friday, a letter from Grandpa to Lad.

Judy Guion

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.

DAD

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

R-39

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,

DAD

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

DAD

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