Saturday, May 16, 2015

Saturday, July 14, 1951


July 14, 1951
411 Bonnie Dr
El Cerrito, Calif.

Dear Brothers & Sisters

Last round robin letter I related to you the typical morning schedule of C.P. Strand. This time I shall describe the usual working day. As you may recall my early morning activity ends after finishing reading the Chronicle and gazing out the window for awhile viewing the Calif Container Corp using the street as a loading zone for their trucks. This company regularly using ½ of the street to park trucks while they load cardboard containers (unassembled) on them. They have little fork lift trucks that cart the containers out to the regular trucks. When everything goes smoothly, there is usually room for one-way traffic along the street. When, however, trucks are being loaded, other trucks are being unloaded, little fork lift trucks are beetling around, the mail truck is stopping at the mail box, various & misc passenger cars & other trucks are trying to get by, some real classy jams develop. So far all the minions of law have done is give tickets to passenger cars who are double parked; I guess since Emeryville is an industrial town, the police don’t want to tread on any tender industrial toes so they don’t do much. Now, if I were a cop things would be different. . . .

One thing has changed since my last letter and that is that I now have 3 morning passengers whom I charge bus for; this about keeps me in gasoline.

Well, to resume my account of the working day. The first thing I usually do is formulate my work for the day. In general my responsibility consists of:
a) Supervision of experimental work on the expt’l column
b) Working up and keeping a running summary of the data as it comes in; establishing correlations of data
c) Formulating & suggesting the best direction of further tests, and when approved, arranging for equipment etc.
d) Writing reports
e) Giving advice on column design proposals etc

Having outlined the program for the day I proceed to follow it more or less; routine items can be disposed of on some kind of a schedule, but other items are apt either to be prolonged or shorter than anticipated. Occasionally there is a pressure to get some work done by a given time, but in general time limits are very flexible so that things can be worked on whenever opportunity affords.

Naturally all this work is very tiring and requires a cup of coffee in the middle of the morning & the afternoon which I brew every morning & take along with me in a thermos bottle. Also I find that reading magazines, keeping a weather eye out the window to see how the gardener is doing etc helps keep me from getting exhausted; unfortunately these latter are at times a somewhat curtailed activity despite their beneficial effects. Noontime is spent in eating at the Shell cafeteria, in the building her and watching the bridge game in the next room, or in taking a walk. I shall describe this further the next letter (including the story of how R. Shiras went down 7 tricks at 4 clubs doubled).

With love
C.P.


Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Wednesday, May 2, 1951


May 2, 1951
411 Bonnie Dr.
El Cerrito, Calif.

Dear Brothers & Sisters —

I should learn to keep my big mouth shut I guess. Last round robin I related the beautiful weather we were enjoying here, far from the cold & snow. Since that time we have been plagued here by cool cloudy damp weather. It hasn’t rained much to speak of altho the last week or so it has started in, so out climatological discomfort has not done the farmers much good. I’m hoping we get a good rainy spell — then it may clear up for a change.

Life at Shell Development continues its usual pace. Every morning — every week-day morning that is — I rise with alacrity at 6 am and am off in my shiny satin-green automobile at 7:30 ± 5 or 10 minutes. At the corner I stop to get a morning paper and a couple of blocks further on I pick up my rider. Then on to San Pablo where fenders clash, bumpers scrape, brakes squeal & all & sundry have a merry old time jockeying the other fellow out of position. After 15 minutes of this the relative quiet of 45th St is reached & then it’s only a minute or so to the parking lot. This strip of road is resourceful tho as a trouble breeder despite its innocuous appearance. Full of chuck holes, double-parked cars and barely wide enough for 2 lanes of traffic (both sides are lined with parked cars) it calls for iron nerve, a quick eye — and keep your hand on that horn!

Having reached 3039 in the office building at 8:05 approximately I spread out the paper on the desk & do my morning reading of the SF Chronicle. Naturally I start at the back, feeling that the comics etc are more important than national affairs. First to be perused however is the want ad section on country real estate. This done (& my agricultural ambitions satisfied for the day), a turn of the page brings the sports page& tales of the SF Seals, firmly ensconced in the PCL cellar (they started out the season with 13 stee-raight losses). Then a quick glance at the financial & editorial pages and on to the comics where I read “Dick Tracy,” “Terry & the Pirates,” “Gordo,” “King Aroo” and Joe Palooka” if he isn’t engaged in a periodic fight like he is now. Right now the center of attraction is Dick Tracy who is shooting it out with “Empty” whilst his wife is being hurried to the hospital for you-guess-what.

This finishes the back section of the paper so remaining is the bridge column, the movie section, “Grin & Bear It” and if any time remains, the front page. However this is old stuff since I’ve heard it on the news already before leaving home. So with a sigh, I fold the paper, carefully survey the scene outside for items of interest calling for my attention and at last tearing myself away from the congestion in front of the Calif package making company (I will discuss this in detail next time) begin my daily labor. This too I will cover in future letters.

Right now I am patting myself on the back (figuratively) since it is only a couple of hours since I got the r.r. [round robin letter] & here I am answering it. The reason for this is that I am very high-,inded about letter writing & I realize it takes a long time for a letter to travel betwene here & Iowa (which reminds me of a story that I must tell you also). All for now.

With love
C.P.