Dear Mother and Dad:
Well, what do ya know? I have finally got myself a typewriter, and still stranger, I didn't buy either an Underwood or a Royal---I bought an L.C. Smith Corona--portable. I am having a hell of a time adjusting my fingers to the key board but in the long run I will appreciate it more. It is transportable; where ever I go I can tote it if necessary, didn't cost as much as the other brands, and I liked their ad better than the others. Cost enough though, sixty five dollars all total.
Have got to hurry. I just finished a lesson and it is just about time I was taking off for work.
Thank you for your letter mother, it was swell. You asked me about the deferments from the army concerning the defence industry. They didn't take the fellow I told you about. They gave him a permanent deferment. Sounds good.
I am still hoping for a work heads job but am not quite as sure now as I was. They have brought a fellow in from the day crew to work with us. He knows a little more than I do about it and has been there two months longer. From tonight, on I am going to find out just exactly what he does know---learn it--and try to learn a little more.
I dare not read over this letter. Probably doesn't make sense. Sorry I had to hurry so and am sorry I have to quite so soon. I will write a long one over the week and you two do the same. You might even call on Vandy if you are just going to ride around. How do you like my new typewriter. Love, Tom
PS Under this new arrangement I get thirty six dollars a week.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Letter 22 - October 8, 1941
Dear Mother and Dad,
I guess you two are writing today, so I will do the same. Just finished reading over one of my lessons. This is getting tough, but fun. Am getting so I would sooner type out one of these lessons than eat.
Last night I went to a show with Whity and Fagan Taft. Fagan is one of the latest to arrive. He is working in one of the factories as a draftsman on control parts. They are the parts installed in the dash. I say one of the factories because I have forgotten the name of the place. It is one of these many, parts plants, that make all the small parts for airplanes.
The weather is still the same. Bright, warm sunny days cool evenings. The land lady says it should rain any day now. I wish it would so I could get out my new coat and see if it is rain proof as the salesman said it was.
When Nelson and I got up today one of the fellows ask us if we wanted to ride out to Burbank with him. We dressed, ate, and went along. The fellow, Little Wil, had to go see some relations. When we finally left his relatives house it was time for dinner so we drove over to the Lockheed air terminal to eat. They are enlarging the place. Construction is going on in every corner of the building. Even the kitchen, I think, for the food had everything but nails in it---including cement. If you think calcimine spoils a good old dish of canned spaghetti, Louis, you ought to taste oysters with cement. Why don't you make him a dish of it mother, the next time he complains about one of your good old roasts. It's a sure cure for anything.
I want to write to Louise tonight so I had better close----be good. Love Tom
I guess you two are writing today, so I will do the same. Just finished reading over one of my lessons. This is getting tough, but fun. Am getting so I would sooner type out one of these lessons than eat.
Last night I went to a show with Whity and Fagan Taft. Fagan is one of the latest to arrive. He is working in one of the factories as a draftsman on control parts. They are the parts installed in the dash. I say one of the factories because I have forgotten the name of the place. It is one of these many, parts plants, that make all the small parts for airplanes.
The weather is still the same. Bright, warm sunny days cool evenings. The land lady says it should rain any day now. I wish it would so I could get out my new coat and see if it is rain proof as the salesman said it was.
When Nelson and I got up today one of the fellows ask us if we wanted to ride out to Burbank with him. We dressed, ate, and went along. The fellow, Little Wil, had to go see some relations. When we finally left his relatives house it was time for dinner so we drove over to the Lockheed air terminal to eat. They are enlarging the place. Construction is going on in every corner of the building. Even the kitchen, I think, for the food had everything but nails in it---including cement. If you think calcimine spoils a good old dish of canned spaghetti, Louis, you ought to taste oysters with cement. Why don't you make him a dish of it mother, the next time he complains about one of your good old roasts. It's a sure cure for anything.
I want to write to Louise tonight so I had better close----be good. Love Tom
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