152 University Ave
Kingston, Ont.
Wednesday morning.
[10 July 1940]

My dearest Cayke:

Your letter just arrived and I was glad to get it.

It must be a rather dry and dull business looking after that cabin and I suppose keeping order and discipline, and I don't wonder that you are counting the days till it ends.

You know that finding a job that suits is a pretty hard thing isn't it? You have to experiment and experiment until you find your 'groove' and that means taking up something uncongenial and giving it up, trying out something else, giving that up, until you finally land yourself.

I shouldn't be too disappointed. I know of a lot of positions I might be forced into simply by pressure of circumstances which I might hate. I should feel I was a square peg in a round hole, but at last I might find something for which I was adapted and then work becomes a pleasure.

You haven't sounded out yourself yet by any means and there is plenty of time. But you are learning by experience. What I should do now if I were you would be this: get a diary and write out your likes and dislikes, your impressions of the people you come in contact with, their answers to questions, their habits of speech, their modes of response and behaviour and the like. Write them up in the form of a letter to some one, or just for your own amusement. The impressions may come in useful some day. Write them up, for I am sure you can do it, and there is at least some satisfaction in the expression of one's opinions and observations. Gather your material now, and put it aside. I wish I had done that sort of thing when I was at your age. The facts would be invaluable in print or writing, instead of having to trust just to one's memory. You really have a gift for letter writing and that can easily develop into story writing or what not. But don't be discouraged. Even if the two weeks work there is distasteful you will at least have something to talk about to your friends in conversation or correspondence.

I am going to Toronto on Friday getting in about half past ten. Mother and I are going to the Royal Alex. How I wish you could get off to go with us! However, next time you will, for we shall have a round of shows when I get through this job here.

Love
Dad.


Royal Alex
Toronto's Royal Alexandra Theatre, where plays were regularly staged.

shows
Movies.