Friends – Dear Alfred – A Note From the Knopps – January 4, 1940

My guess is that the Knopp’s are now in the States after their life in Venezuela.

Lad Guion on mule at Karnopp's Camp - 1939 (2)

                              Lad in Venezuela

Thursday

Jan. 4, 1940

Dear Alfred –

Well here is the Knopps – answering your letter. You know Al – would of written before but did not have your address – there isn’t much new to write only – Lenze has the station now, he took everything on himself – Sam – sold the ______ out to the Gulf – so there isn’t the middleman now and Lenze has a larger spread – he deals with the Gulf – and he is so happy over the whole thing. We heard they are going to build a modern station in the spring – I hope so – that will improve his business, don’t you think so?

Well Al – your letter was so interesting – Lenze told me to always keep it – it sure gave us an idea of Venezuela – and to think – you are one of the pioneers – oh Al – that must be a thrill. I only hope you stick it out and get into something good, and big – as there isn’t anything here that pays anything worthwhile – I know it must be lonesome – but after the first year – you will have a lot of new friends, and you will like it, we know as we have gone through it. When we first went to Miami, I used to cry every night – and hated it there – but after a year passed by – you know there isn’t a place I like so well – and wish every day we were back there. We learned to love it oh so much, Al. So here’s hoping you will write another interesting letter like the other one. We all send our love and best of luck.

The Knopps

P.S. Forgot to tell you Alfred – Gene has his own store – he was made manager 13 October 13th , it’s one of the Woolworth’s stores in Bornton, N.J. – that is about 100 miles from here – I had my tonsils out the same week and George took over the station the next week. Whoopie – everything happens at once – old boy – I wish that the coming year brings everything grand and good – lots and lots of prosperity – and good health – and happiness – with “God’s” willing – throughout the coming year of 1940. This is our wish for you – away down there in a foreign country.

Tomorrow, and Friday, two more letters, one from Aunt Betty Duryee to her nephew, Grandpa, and another to Lad from his best friend, Arnold Gibson (Gibby).

Judy Guion

Friends – Dear Alfred – A Note From the Knopps – January 4, 1940

               Lad  at Knopp’s Camp in Venezuela

My guess is that the Knopp’s are now in the States after their life in Venezuela.

Thursday

Jan. 4, 1940

Dear Alfred –

Well here is the Knopps – answering your letter. You know Al – would of written before but did not have your address – there isn’t much new to write only – Lenze has the station now, he took everything on himself – Sam – sold the ______ out to the Gulf – so there isn’t the middleman now and Lenze has a larger spread – he deals with the Gulf – and he is so happy over the whole thing. We heard they are going to build a modern station in the spring – I hope so – that will improve his business, don’t you think so?

Well Al – your letter was so interesting – Lenze told me to always keep it – it sure gave us an idea of Venezuela – and to think – you are one of the pioneers – oh Al – that must be a thrill. I only hope you stick it out and get into something good, and big – as there isn’t anything here that pays anything worthwhile – I know it must be lonesome – but after the first year – you will have a lot of new friends, and you will like it, we know as we have gone through it. When we first went to Miami, I used to cry every night – and hated it there – but after a year passed by – you know there isn’t a place I like so well – and wish every day we were back there. We learned to love it oh so much, Al. So here’s hoping you will write another interesting letter like the other one. We all send our love and best of luck.

The Knopps

P.S. Forgot to tell you Alfred – Gene has his own store – he was made manager 13 October 13th , it’s one of the Woolworth’s stores in Bornton, N.J. – that is about 100 miles from here – I had my tonsils out the same week and George took over the station the next week. Whoopie – everything happens at once – old boy – I wish that the coming year brings everything grand and good – lots and lots of prosperity – and good health – and happiness – with “God’s” willing – throughout the coming year of 1940. This is our wish for you – away down there in a foreign country.

Tomorrow, and Friday, two more letters to Lad in Venezuela, one from Aunt Betty Duryee and another from his best friend, Arnold Gibson (Gibby).

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Lad of the Llanos (2) – Ringing in the New Year – January 1, 1940

This is the second half of the first letter written by Grandpa to his oldest son who is living and working for the Socony-Vacuum Oil Company in Venezuela. He is a mechanic, maintaining their vehicles and the Diesel engines running their oil pumps.

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Alfred Peabody Guion (Lad) at a Camp in Venezuela

Last night, to make sure the new year got properly introduced, the three boys with Barbara, Jean, etc., started off to attend some barn dance in Danbury. On arrival, however, they found the place crowded to capacity and were referred to the Wagon Wheel, to which they then proceeded, only to find that the admittance charge was six dollars per couple! They then proceeded to Milford, and midnight found them at Howard Johnson’s saying goodbye to 1939 and hello to 1940. Back in the old Trumbull home and gathering around the little alcove fireplace, they toasted the new year as well as their shins, using for the former purpose some of the wine Mr. Plumb sent me for Christmas. Their beds finally claimed them somewhere between 3 and 4 AM, although this is mostly all from hearsay, as most of the time your Dad was comfortably snoozing in his bed, having found, from several years of experience, that the old year can pass out and the new one be ushered in just as efficiently without his personal presence as otherwise.

I am wondering what you did this turn of the year, and I suppose if I am patient enough I will hear in due course. The Chandlers, of course, asked about you and wanted to be remembered to you when I wrote. I haven’t heard from the New Rochelle branch of the family but I suppose they each celebrated in their own way. Anne started back to Virginia today or tomorrow with the kids, I suppose, and Dave and Dick start back to school again, and that is really a hard job, I do believe.

The photos I am sending with Dan’s complements are probably much more interesting than this letter, at least I find them so, as I look over both.

Have heard that Arnold is soon to announce his engagement to Alta Pratt. Nellie Sperling, I understand, is now running a garage up in Monroe. Joe Manzanillo is building or is going to build a new house in Trumbull. Mr. Miller was working in Kurtz’s store as a clerk over the holidays. I met Roy Rowland the other day in front of Sears Roebuck. He is selling some kind of patent mat or rug for office buildings. I understand his wife is still working in New York. Roy looked very thin and not at all well although he said he was okay.

Well my news well seems to have run dry and I suppose I will have to start drilling anew so as to have some production started by next week even though it’s too much to hope it will be a gusher. As a matter of fact, this is the only worthwhile thing I have done today, but even at that it might get me by on the basis of writing to an absent son — sort of a son-set as it were. Whew, I guess when it gets that bad it IS time to stop. So here’s tops to you old snoozer in 1940 — the best year you have ever had in all ways and may all your best hopes come true. This is the wish and fondest hope of your admiring old

DAD

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APG - Socony-Vacuum Oil Co. letter - Raise - January 3, 1940

You can read this letter informing Lad of a raise, effective immediately.

 

Tomorrow, Thursday and Friday, I’ll be posting three letters from friends to Lad, asking about how things are going in this foreign land and when will he be coming home.

Judy Guion

Friends – Dear Al – Job Opportunities in Venezuela – December 4, 1939

Friends - Dear Al-Job Opportunities in Venezuela-December 4,1939

12-4-39

Wallingford, Conn.

Dear Al –

At last, after all these months, I finally found out why you didn’t answer my letter.

Well Al, I sat down one sunny day last spring, and wrote an eight-page letter just so some darn fool could turn over in a truck and mess up the letter so badly you couldn’t even read it.  That’s life for you.

It seems as tho’ last spring you wrote to Mr. Hagan telling him of the opportunity for trained men down in Venezuela.  In fact you were so convincing that I sat right down and wrote to see if you knew of anybody who could use me.

I don’t know if you know what I have been doing, so I will give you an idea.  I was operating engineer at the Connecticut Gas Prod. Co, of So. Meriden, Conn. where we produced oxygen.  This is, of course, all high-pressure compressors, etc.  I was handling air comp’s up to three thousand #/__.  I was also in charge of an old 4 cyl. 2 cycle Worthington.  Boy did I have my hands full there?  I would no more than get the breather valve fixed, when an old crack in the cylinder would open up and I would have to replace the cylinder.  Get that running a few days when the fuel pumps would go on the lam.  It was a lot of fun but a lot of headaches too.

I was offered more money by the Wallingford Ice Co. so I went to work for them.  Here I had a 2 cycle  15″x20″ Fairbanks-Morse and a small 3 cyl, 4 cycle 9 1/4″ x 14″ Wolverine to play with.  You must remember the engine, it was on the floor while we were at school.  When the cold weather set in the job blew up so I am now with the Wallingford Steel Co., but I am most anxious to get back to diesels.

Now what I hoped for, Al, was that you might know of some outfit down there that could use a man around engines, or that you could tell me where I could write.  I also wish that when you answer this, which I hope you do soon, you will give me some idea as to the cost of the trip down, and how much I will need to carry me over till I get located.  You might also give me an idea as to what kind of clothes, and how much of the same I will need.  I would also like to know what kind of country for a woman.  I have an idea I should like to get married sometime this coming year.  In other words Al, I would greatly appreciate any and all the advice you can give me.

Well I guess that sort of takes care of that end of things.  Now for a little news.  Since I am up in Wallingford, I don’t see many of the fellows or know what they are doing.  You must remember Walt Budnick, don’t you? he up and got married a couple of weeks ago.  He is still in the Bakery and I guess he will stay there.  I guess you know that George Strom is still with Mr. Hagan.  You know that Mr. Hagan bought a new house?  Boy he sure has a beautiful home.  Last week he bought a 1940 Ford.  He still sticks to the V8’s.  I understand that you fellows use quite a few of them down there.  That must be tough country on any car.  I finally got rid of my old Buick, and now I drive a ’34 Chev.  I can’t say that I am any too fond of it either.  It’s O.K. but it’s not the car that the Buick was.

Well this letter just seems to go on and on, but I think I had better bring it to a close.

I don’t think I will get a chance to write again before the holidays so I shall take this opportunity to wish you a very Merry Christmas and I do wish you all the luck in the world.

Please answer this soon as I am most anxious to hear from you.

Ever yours,

Dick

Richard W. Huskes

218 No. Elm St.,

Wallingford, Conn.

For the rest of the week, I will be posting a letter from Aunt Betty Duryee and her copy of “History of the Duryees”.

Judy Guion

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