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

Trumbull – Dear Lad (5) – Dun and Bradstreet Report (2) – June 18, 1939

This is the rest of the Dun and Bradstreet Report Grandpa obtained and sent to Lad along wit the letter posted during the first half of the week.


Rents quarters on the twentieth floor of this twenty-one-story building in good condition.  The remainder of the building is used for various commercial and professional office purposes.

FIRE RECORD: No fire loss.


On October 31, 1938, Yervant Maxudian stated that while his personal resources were moderate, that he had interests in large tracts of potential oil lands throughout Venezuela upon which he was now paying taxes and other operating expenses, awaiting more favorable conditions in the financial district to raise funds for their research and exploitation.


At this time the active interests of the above are centered in Interamerica, Inc., which company is reported as having two highway survey contracts with the Venezuelan Government, both dated June 6, 1938.  Contract No. 1 from Carora to Cabinas, approximately 300 kilometers.  Contract No. 2 from Churugura to Coro, approximately 175 kilometers, both of which are under active survey by a core of twelve men in the field.  The two contracts total approximately 475 kilometers, a total of $225,000. Thhis amount is payable monthly according to the work which has been accomplished during the preceding month. In addition to which it is stated that Interamerica, Inc., has bid on a project to build a group of buildings for a fair to be held under the auspices of the Venezuelan Government in 1939 in the suburbs of Caracas.




MAXUDIAN, Yervant                      Petroleum                       NEW YORK CITY, NY

111 Broadway

(Room 2012)

AD 488     May 10, 1939

Although repeated calls have been made May 9th and May 10th, 1939, due to absence the subject party could not be personally interviewed.  Those consulted, who are not in a position to discuss his financial affairs, that he has been actively engaged in the Venezuelan petroleum field over a term of years, at times in receipt of a substantial income.  At this time he shares office facilities with Interamerica, Inc., contractors and road builders, in which company he appears as President.  That company is engaged in making highway surveys for the Venezuelan Government.

Yervant Maxudian is looked upon as having only moderate amounts of personal resources at this time, but he has interest in large tracts of potential oil lands throughout Venezuela and is awaiting more favorable conditions in the financial district to raise funds for their development.

The records of November 5, 1938, showed that a suit for $503.,  Was entered against the above by Cyrus S.  Roberts for breach of contract.  On December 5, 1938, a suit for $25.,  Was also entered against the above by J. Solon Hinsohn for services.


Tomorrow and Sunday I will be posting two more letters from Dave’s World War II Army Adventure.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Hon. Albert R. Austin – Washington, D.C. – May 29, 1939

This is a copy of the letter Grandpa wrote to the Hon. Albert R. Austin, Connecticut Congressman, in Washington, D. C.,  regarding the plight of his two oldest boys and other American citizens employed by Inter-America, Inc. This letter is referenced in yesterday’s post of Grandpa’s letter to Lad, his oldest son. 

Grandpa used this stationery to write the letter.


 Alfred Duryee Guion – (Grandpa) – in    the Alcove where he typed his letters

May 29, 1939

Ho. Albert R. Austin,

Washington, D. C.

Dear Mr. Austin:

May I ask your cooperation in seeing that this letter reaches the proper official in our State Department?

Here is the story: Last October my son, Daniel B.  Guion, was employed by Inter-America, Inc. 111 Broadway, N. Y. City, for engineering work in Venezuela, the Company having secured a contract from the Venezuelan government to survey a route for a highway in the interior of that Country.  In December, another son, Alfred P.  Guion, was hired by the same Company also to work in Venezuela.  Their transportation to Caracas, via the Grace Line, was arranged for; but no salary was paid to Daniel for a period of six months and none to Alfred until after the latter had severed connections with the Company and obtained another position in Venezuela with the Socony-Vacuum Oil Co. (and then only half the amount due him).  Specifically, on April 20th Daniel was paid $290.,  salary up to December 31st, and Alfred $250.,  Leaving up to the end of May, for Daniel approximately five months salary at $150 per month (a total of $750) plus return fare, and Alfred, approximately $250, plus return fare.

My boys write me that other American employees of the Inter-America in Venezuela, through failure of their employer to furnish food while camped in the jungle, were on several occasions forced to sell their personal belongings to purchase the necessities of life and on other occasions were able to secure food only through the charity of the natives.

Attempts on my part to secure payments through the Company’s New York office were repeatedly met with evasions and false promises, until I finally took the matter up with the American Consul in Caracas (see letter attached).

All my investigation point to the fact that the President of the Company, Mr. Yervant Maxudian, is mainly responsible for the situation.  He is apparently an able and unscrupulous swindler.  The New York law firm of Schuster and Feuille, 1 Cedar Street, N. Y. City, whose representative handled Inter-America affairs in Caracas, will probably be able to supply specific instances in the present instance.  In any event, Mr. S. E. McMillan, the American Consul, is thoroughly familiar with the details.  I am informed there is a four-page typewritten Dun and Bradstreet report covering a period of fifteen years of Mr. Maxudian’s sharp practice.

Page 2

His victims, usually being men of sufficient wealth, and the sums sufficiently small so that it seemed wiser for them to deduct the amounts “borrowed” as losses on income tax reports rather than go to the expense of suing the man personally.  If necessary, I can furnish the names of some of the people who have obtained judgments against him.

I have been recently informed by Mr. Theodore Human, who was the engineer in charge of the entire project in Venezuela, who was forced to leave there because of a severe automobile accident, that the American Society of Civil Engineer’s through their Employment service, have blacklisted the entire Inter-America Co., and that several of the leading New York employment agencies have followed suit.

In view of the above, I believe it is necessary for some very definite action to be taken in view of the fact that ordinary methods seem to be ineffective in Mr. Maxudian’s case.  While I have every confidence in the able and thorough manner in which Mr. McMillan has handled matters up to the present, his powers are naturally limited and as Mr.  Maxudian is now in Venezuela, unless some real pressure is brought to bear by a competent agency directly upon the Venezuelan government, I fear that not only my boys but many other American employees in Venezuela will be unable to secure their back salaries.  The payment for work done will naturally be turned over by the Venezuelan government to the President of the American concern, and if he continues to refuse to pay his men, there will be a number of Americans stranded in Venezuela who will have to be taken care of in some manner.

I am sending this letter in duplicate in case you desire to send a copy along to some other official.  Enclosed also please find copies of letters written April 3rd to two Venezuelan Government officials, to which I have received no reply.  It is my understanding that either of these officials would have authority to force Mr. Maxudian to take proper care of his employees in Venezuela.

I naturally will appreciate anything that can be done PROMPTLY, as otherwise I am led to believe Mr. Maxudian may be planning to clean up with dispatch what is due from the Venezuelans on his contract, cancel all further work and skip out with the funds.

Very sincerely yours,



Tomorrow and on Sunday I will post more letters from Dave’s World War II Army Adventure. 

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Lad (2) – Things Do Not Look So Hopeful – May 24, 1939

This is the second page of a letter posted yesterday that Grandpa wrote to Lad.

The Trumbull House

Page 2 of R-24

Sunday, P. M.

Well, I have received a letter from Dan, but alas it was written April 30, mailed from Maracaibo May 11th and reached me on May 23rd. He, of course, had not then received my letter written early in May telling him what Ted’s advice to him was about seeing the lawyer in Caracas.  So Lad, be sure he sees all your copies of letters because I have not written him or at least have not sent him the letters I have written you both, for the last two weeks.

Things, according to Ted, do not look so hopeful. Max (Yervant Maxudian, owner and President of Inter-America, Inc., the company Uncle Ted and Lad worked for and the present employer of Dan)  is back in Caracas, Rudolph is in New York, why is not known, but on Ted’s advice I have written a letter to the Connecticut Congressman whom I know and asked him to see that it reached the proper man in the State Dept. A copy is enclosed so that you will know what is going on.

As for town news, the darn old Taxpayers Association have presented another petition asking for another town meeting.  More fuss and bother.  I have passed it on to the lawyers to ask if I should legally call a meeting.  If they say “no” and I refuse to do so, I will be accused of trying to hide some wrongdoing.

We also may have to move the office.  We have gotten behind in the rent and have been told we will either have to pay up or else.  By the time you see me again all my gray hair will be white.

Ced and Dick have just been invited by the Hughes’ to go down with them tomorrow afternoon to visit the Fair  I have heard various reports of it.  Some say it is only half finished, others say it is beautiful at night.  Others that they soak you an unmercifully high price for food.  Dorothy (Peabody) says the theaters in New York are practically on the rocks.  Instead of having a busy season as they expected, apparently all the N.Y. people who have money to spend on amusements are going to the Fair instead of the Theater.

Today was a real warm sunshiny day.  We badly need rain, as now the grass is beginning to dry up.  The lilacs are almost gone and the iris are now coming out.

Lad, I listened to a talk on the radio tonight (Ford Hour) which was rather good.  I have written to the Ford Co. asking if they will send a copy of the talk to you.  I have also sent a couple of magazines which I hope will reach you safely.

Yesterday I took Dave down to the new Warner (old Cameo) to see Union Pacific, which is the best picture of that type I have seen recently.

Well, here’s the end of the paper and it’s getting late, what with the time spent on the enclosed letter to my Congressman, so goodbye and good luck, from your old DAD

Tomorrow I will post the long letter to Mr. Austin, the Connecticut Congressman that Grandpa knows, asking him to pass it on to the State Department.  In it Grandpa tells the history of Lad and Dan’s association with Inter-America, Inc. and Yervant Maxudian. 

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Lad (1) – Ain’t It A Grand And Glorious Feelin’? – May 24, 1939

This is the first half of a letter to Lad filled with good thoughts and news in Grandpa’s unique style.

Alfred Peabody Guion (Lad)


May 24, 1939

Dear Lad:

When you were a little shaver there was a very popular cartoon series running in the papers by a man named Briggs called “Ain’t it a grand and glorious feelin’? On a bright sunshiny day in June have you ever had, deep down inside you, a feeling of gladness that you are alive and everything seems right and the world is a good place to be in, so that you straighten your shoulders and take a deep breath and feel infinite goodwill towards everything and everybody?  Well, that’s the sort of feeling that your letter gave me.  Dear generous boy, your unselfish spirit with no thought of your own interest is the sort of thing that would make any father proud and glad of such a son, even though he would never dream of taking advantage of the full measure of the offer.  It came at a time when I was feeling kind of low. Miss Platt had left to take a job with a new advertising concern just starting up in Bridgeport that might well develop into a dangerous competitor, leaving me with rather a crippled organization, which I have not the time to pay much attention to at present with the Selectmen’s job to handle, with business dragging along in low gear and people writing in to ask for payment of old bills, coupled with a threat of suit now and then, with disgruntled townsfolk taking pot shots at the town’s affairs and blaming me for many things for which I was not responsible, all combined to make the daily lot somewhat burdensome and then your letter of trust and goodwill and generous devotion arrives to change the gloom into clouds with silver linings.  It ought to make you feel quite happy to know what your words have meant, and though so far away, how real and important your influence in the happiness of others nevertheless becomes.  Perhaps this is a long way around of saying thank you, but it is difficult even then to make you understand the warm feeling around the heart your attitude creates.  Well, so much for that.

Your new typewriter seems to be doing a smooth job and is probably a good “buy”.  Will you have trouble getting ribbons for it or will ribbons made for the standard American machines be adaptable if your future journeys should take you to some other country?

Poor Mack, whom you say has not been mentioned recently, is I fear fast reaching the stage where a place by the fireside will be more and more welcome.  His joints seem to be getting quite stiff and he seems to have lost lately much of his snap and go.  I suppose before long he will be traveling to the happy hunting ground of all good doggies.

Tomorrow I will post the rest of this letter with news from Dan and Uncle Ted, as well as town and family news. 

Judy Guion