Grand Tour 1932

Norman Castle Hotel CANTERBURY, ENGLAND October 11, 1932 Letter 4 Dear Folks, The diary which Marcus writes daily is the only complete record of our doings. That valuable record is in one of the four bags which this morning were shipped, registered, to Paris. We have only one bag with us, my movie camera and this machine. My report therefore will only mention the main events. We took in an afternoon n on-stop magic performance in London which was by far the finest we had ever seen. Marcus had a thrilling time. When the conjurer called for a gentleman to come up and examine his equipment, Marcus and another little chap went up and, well-- the man even shook hands with them. Think of it! Later a lady magician needed help and the two chaps nearly had a fight over the privilege of assisting the fair one. She asked Marcus right off how he liked Coney Island. How do they know? It's no mystery. Another headliner was our visit to Windsor Castle . This is about an hour and forty minutes ou

Letter 3 [Letter 2 is missing] CARLTON MANSIONS 2 Beekman Place* London, WC 1 October 4, 1932 Dear Folks, We moved here Sunday in time for lunch. It was a run of about two blocks in a taxi. We are just around the corner from the British Museum on a little street of three-storey houses. At either end of the block there is a small private park. This heads off traffic, so the street is unusually quiet. The Kensington (beg pardon, I meant the Kenilworth ) Hotel was very nice, but our room was not very wide. Though there was central heating for the public rooms, the rooms upstairs were heated by the good old system of dropping a shilling into a meter. Here at the Carlton we have real steam. Furthermore we have breakfast and dinner included daily and the charge is much less than at the Kenilworth. But, best of all, the room is very large and high. This morning, after Marcus had finished his school work with Dora, they went to Selfridge's to get a pair of shoes for Marcus. At nine dail

September 17, 1932 Dear Folks, This is the first of a series of letters to close relatives. I thought it would be much better to write a letter, with detailed news, and send carbon copies, than dash off short and scrappy notes. It was for this reason that Dora and I thought it would be a good idea to take the Remington Portable along, even though we begrudged it the necessary space. The letter to my mother can be seen by all the folks in Brooklyn and by Dave and Dorothy. I am sending separate copies to Henry and to Jack. Bill and Isabel's letter can be mailed to Corinne. Mother Lurie's letter will be seen by Moe and Ruben and their attachments. Harry is getting his own copy. Perhaps it would be a good idea to keep these letters for a while. Perhaps you or friends of yours may take a similar trip and then the information about hotels etc. might be useful. Well, as some of you know we had quite a job on our hands. Dora handled all the packing as I was busy with the "Winaukee