At this point, as Grandpa says in the salutation, his boys are scattered. Ced is still in Alaska, Lad is in California, Dan is in Pennsylvania and Dick in in Indiana. Dave is the only one left at home since Biss is married and has two sons of her own.
Trumbull June 13, 1943
To my Trumbull Boys
in far places:
This is one of those quiet, sunshiny, June Sundays when it is hard to realize that the peace which comes stealing in with the rustling leaves, the murmur of the brook and the play of the sunshine through the dancing leaves of our old Maple tree is not typical of the whole world. Iris and rhododendrons are now in full bloom. From where I sit now on the cement terrace, so much is reminiscent of you boys. For one thing, there is the iron pipe set…
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Thank you, Janet, for sharing my families letters with your readers. I feel that Grandpa’s letters, and those of his sons, really help us understand why that generation has been referred to as “The Greatest Generation”. It was a different world but one definitely worth remembering.