The second part of Pop’s “chatty” November letter.

I am writing you a nice long letter because for two weeks I have got up at 3 and 4 A.M. and I am trying to stay up long enough tonight to make me good and sleepy.  I got off the track as usual.  Started to talk about books.  I just finished a real nice one.  The name of it is “The Silver Spoon” by Edwin Gilbert.  The plot is laid here in Conn, evidently but it sounds very much like the Rockerfellers to me, except that they are not quite as bad as this family was.  It is about the supreme effort to keep a name and a huge fortune intact, and the various means of doing it (not always the nicest ones either).  If you should happen to read it, on page 444 a Whitney Brooks is mentioned.  He is the President of the Conn. Historical Society.  His father also owns the Brooks Bank & Trust Co., which is one of my customers.  I sold the Bank an order this morning and I mentioned to Whitney that I was reading about him at 4 A.M. this morning.  He was real pleased that I read the book that his name was even mentioned in it, and very, very pleased that I mentioned it to him.  This is one of the things that I tell Mr. Lufkin is SO essential in selling.  ANY little thing that you know about a customer, that will please him should be stored away for future reference.  Of course Whitney does not do the buying.  Mr. Hogan does BUT Whitney will OWN the Bank someday, and if Mr. Hogan isn’t around and I still am, I am quite sure I would get preferred treatment at that Bank.

Ruth Moore writes a lot of nice books, mostly about Maine.  Do you ever read any of her books.  I read them, as I read just about everything, but my preference runs to Edna Ferber, John O’Hara, and in the main I like Historical novels, about the beginning of our Country, different periods and of course especially anything pertaining to the Sea, such as The Caine Mutiny and lots and lots of others.  Am just starting tonight, The Man, by Irving Wallace.  Some of these (that being one) I read to try and get over some of my narrow minded ideas and my intolerance, of which us State of Mainers are endowed with more that our share I think.  I don’t have too much of it as I left home very young and have worked since I was 16 all over the World with all kinds of people.  One of the finest chaps I ever knew was a Phillipino that I roomed with in New York way back in “The Roarin Twenties”.  My poor dear Mother (God rest her soul) was just horrified, but before she died in 1955 I had gotten her over a great deal of her intolerance.

I worked in New York City, in the good old days for a good many years, off and on.  I always went to Sea or went home to Maine in the Summer but spent most of my Winters in New York City, and I used to tell Mother “well now Mother if you took all of what you and I call Americans (Down Easters) out of New York City, there just wouldn’t BE any New York because of their 5 million (then) population I doubt if you could find a hundred thousand of us “ole Down Easters”, and also Mother when you get to know them, they are just people, like us.

I can see her now Bless her misguided heart when she came “puffing home” one day, and between gasps, informed me that they were building a Catholic Church at such and such a place.  She really thought that “the Devil was going to get us all.”  Time and Tide changes all things.  Two of her dearly beloved Grandchildren were married in the Catholic Church, and the roof did not fall in, and so far “the Devil hasn’t gotten any of us.”  As for me although a Congregationalist, I have been to Church in St. Patricks Cathedral and several other churches in New York many more times than I have been to my own.  When I visit my Daughter-in-laws, I go to Church with them, and when they visit us they “go to Church with Pop” and how “POP” loves to show them off.  They are “pretty as a picture” the both of them.  Which reminds me, I have a new Grandson.  Dave and Angela were blessed with a baby boy the other morning, so now thy have one of each.  Some people have all the Luck.  I always wanted a Daughter so bad honestly, but of course now I am so used to Sons that I would not know what to do with a Daughter, and anyway these two are just the same, and perhaps better.  I have all the pleasure of them and none of the responsibility.

Also Mama says if I had one that I would be sitting on the back porch with a shotgun in my hands all night, that is she says if their boy friends were anything like me.  Now I don’t thank that is a compliment do you?  Anyway, bad or no, she has put up with me for 32 years in May, so “I done guess I aint Too bad.”

Well it’s a cool, cool night and I’m going right upstairs and warm my tootsies on her nice warm pajamas so there!  She is reading in bed, so I will take my book along and keep her company I guess.  By the way that story about Cal was not much of a one as since the advent of Johnson I just can’t seem to get in a writing mood.  I could tell you some REAL yarns about Uncle Cal, but will have to wait until all the Johnson Birds are out of Office.  Nope!  I didn’t pull the switch, and believe it or not we were just about the only Town in Conn. that HAD power.  By the way also that ship that sunk and burned.  The Brother of one of my old Gal friends used to be First Mate on it, when it was new and THAT was a long time ago.  The Govt. ought not to allow those old ships to be used to carry passengers!

Sincerely and regards

To all the Guys and Dolls at Newton.