{"id":592,"date":"2017-09-22T18:48:40","date_gmt":"2017-09-22T18:48:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brooksidepress.org\/cartmell\/?page_id=592"},"modified":"2018-08-02T16:09:06","modified_gmt":"2018-08-02T16:09:06","slug":"36-september-7-1943-santa-ana-california","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/brooksidepress.org\/cartmell\/letters\/primary-flight-training-1943\/36-september-7-1943-santa-ana-california\/","title":{"rendered":"September 7, 1943, Santa Ana, California"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\r\n Tom writes of problems between his father and stepmother. He meets an old friend from home. Tom finally gets to see Aunt Mollie.\r\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\n
\"September<\/a>
September 7, 1943, Page 1<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Mon. night.<\/p>\n

Hello Folks,<\/p>\n

Tried to get a letter off to you last night but got in a bull session and didn’t succeed as you can easily see. Received your letter and was very glad to hear from you. The news from home doesn’t sound any too good does it? I haven’t heard from Cleda other than receiving this stationery from her. I contemplated sending it back but then I figured I would just act like I didn’t know anything about what was going on. I mentioned in my letter to Dad that I had received it and wondered if he knew anything about it and also asked him how things were going at home. As yet I haven’t received his reply.<\/p>\n

\"James<\/a>
James Brewer, 1942, High School Yearbook photo<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Stan, you write a very interesting letter and I am glad you told me about Jim Brewer<\/a> being here. He lives right across the road from me in the classification area. I went over to look him up tonight and sure enough there he was. It was the first time I had seen anyone from home, other than Dad, since I left. He is still in quarantine but should get freedom of the post the end of this week. They have only been here 11 days and he is hoping to get classified as a navigator.<\/p>\n

Don’t think you are bothering me with the home news because I want to know what is going on. Maybe I will hear something in a day or two. I’ll let you know as soon as I do.<\/p>\n

\"September<\/a>
September 7, 1943, Page 2<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

By the way just what did Cleda say in her letter? Personally I think she as well as Dad would be happier if they called the whole thing off. I don’t know just what she has planned in her mind but by the way she is playing up to me it appears that her main objective is to be certain that she will get the majority of Dad’s money. It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference to me if I get any or if she gets it, by the way Dad has that sewed up she will be lucky if she gets any, but I don’t like the idea of Dad living a life of hell if thats how it is and it certainly appears to be so. As for myself I think hell would be a better choice than listening to her nagging day in and day out. Well maybe things will break pretty soon and should get decided one way or the other. Lets hope.<\/p>\n

I didn’t get through walking my gig off till 8:00 P.M. Sat. night. I got in to L.A. till 11:30 and was lucky enough to get a bed. I got up early and went out to Aunt Mollie’s<\/a> and had breakfast with them. I gave them a few of Karen’s pictures that you sent me and all of them were very much impressed. I am going back this weekend and they want me to come out Sat. night and stay there. I think it would be swell and I imagine another home cooked meal would build up my morale a great deal.<\/em><\/p>\n

\"September<\/a>
September 7, 1943, Page 3<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

They are all fine and Uncle Harmon says he feels better than he ever has before. I guess he had a pretty rugged time of it for awhile.<\/em><\/p>\n

Hope the hay fever is all under control and that all is well with Karen. Give her a great big kiss for me.<\/em><\/p>\n

You asked how we got into L.A., it is by interurban but it doesn’t even compare with the “L”.[1]<\/sup><\/a>Chicago Elevated Rapid Transit System<\/span><\/span>