1951 New Year's Eve Letter
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My grandfather (Dad's father) was a newspaper reporter by trade, and a former Navy captain who fought the Japanese during World War II. When my father William (Grandpa's first-born son) was 2 1/2 months old, Grandpa sat in front of his typewriter, and wrote him this letter. I have copied it precisely as written, punctuation, spelling, wording and all. The photos are of my father from 1950s to 1990s. (He is in the foreground of each group shot.)

New Year's Eve, 1951
Dear Little Willie:
1951 will be another thing of the past in just a few more minutes but in that time I will write a few lines so that someday you may know a little more about it and what it meant to you and your mother and me.
Naturally the biggest event of the year was your birth. It happened, as do so many things, in the very wee hours of the morning. I don't imagine that your mother and I will ever again go through the high degree of anticipation we knew in the weeks, days and minutes before you were born. The fears, of that long two hours between the time we entered the doors of the hospital and the time they told me you had arrive and that you and your mother were alright were about the longest I have ever lived Right now it probably means very little to you. Someday, we all hope and pray, you will experience a similar experience and we are already anticipating somewhat becoming grandparents.

But for the year 1951-it was a rough one. It started out with the world divided into two camps and ended about the same. War in Korea at the beginning of the year was a particularly nasty setup for the United Nations troops and it looked for a few weeks as if they wuld be driven out by the increasing numbers of Chinese Reds. I want you to always remember that the men in the field, both sides included, are not warmakers. Chinese and North Koreans are victims of years of suppression and deprivation. They have known want for so long that any political orgainzation which stood for more food and security for them and their families would be the most desirable in their eyes. Those members of the United Nations forces were fighting for what they believed was a just cause, the freedom of man, regardless of nationality, from the oppression of a dictitorial ruler.

Television was the thing and a family without it, as are we, was considered not in the know. The Charleston dance step of the 1920's was revived and a fellow named Ralph Flannigan was named the top dance band of the year. Colliers magazine printed an entire issue written about the idea that there had been a third world war and what its ramifications had been on the world. A woman named Dagmar with oversized bosom and undersized brain made a great deal of money on television. Liquor prices went up, as did almost everything else, but people continued to buy gallons of the stuff. Narcotics however was the crime of the year with exposures of terrific and terrible rings of addicts being uncovered in most of the major cities.

Investigations in Washington proved that several of the political appointees of the Truman administration had been corrupted and probably even when you are grown they will talk about the deep-freeze and mink coat bribes to the officials of the government.


Well Willie 1952 is almost here so I will close for now and write again, God willing, in another year.
Happy New Year
your pop

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