Friends – Arnold and Alta Gibson’s Honeymoon – Sept., 1940

Arnold Gibson was Lad’s best friend. He married Alta Louise Pratt, a local girl, on Sept. 1, 1940, when Lad was still working in Venezuela. Yesterday’s post had the write-up about the wedding. Here are details of the honeymoon.

Arnold Gibson, Nomad and trailer, before honeymoon, Sept.1, 1940

Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Gibson, newlyweds, are shown yesterday just after their marriage in the home of the bride, the former Alta Louise Pratt, Trumbull, as they stood just outside their trailer and canoe-bearing car preparatory to a trailer honeymoon in Canada. The couple are on their trip now.

Arnold note to Lad while on Honeymoon (front) - Sept., 1940

Arnold - Detail of stationary, Sept., 1940

I have no idea where they found this stationary, but this is so perfect for Arnold and Alta, with the great outdoors beckoning.

Sept. 12,

1,000 Islands

New York

Dear Laddie,

First, Alta (Mrs. A. R. Gibson) and I want to thank you for your really fine gift, as you probably know, your Dad picked out a combination cooking and serving utensil of the very best type and quality. We have already used it many times and it works to perfection. Thanks 1 million (1,000,000).

Our three weeks honeymoon is just half over. The rest will be spent mostly in the Adirondacks and on Lake George.

Just by chance we spent one night at the same spot on Mallets Bay where you and I did some work on “Nomad” the time we had visited your relatives near there.

I have my canoe on a rack on the Packard, where it rides nicely. It is just like new since I put in new ribs and re-canvassed it.

The trailer is quite a drag on hills and annoying on bad bumps, but otherwise it follows beautifully and doesn’t cut my mileage too much (about 2 miles per gallon).

We hope to have you over as our guest before too long.

The Gibsons

Arnold's note to Lad while on Honeymoon (back) - Sept., 1940

Tomorrow and Sunday I’ll be posting Special Pictures.

Next week we’ll be reading letters from 1941. Lad had returned from Venezuela and Dan, Ced and Dick are all in Alaska. Each of the boys is very conscious of the fact that the war and the draft are getting closer and closer.

Judy Guion

Friends – Arnold and Alta Gibson’s Wedding – Sept., 1940

Arnold Gibson wedding ceremony - Sept. 1, 1940


And Now They’re on a Trailer Honeymoon 

This is the beginning of a mechanized marriage. Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Gibson, of Trumbull, are shown as they were married yesterday before starting off on a honeymoon trip in a trailer in Canada. The Rev. G Everett Knollmeyer, of Milford, is performing the outdoor ceremony while best man Harvey Dodson and Ms. Betty Pratt, the brides cousin, look on.

Arnold Gibson wedding write-up, Sept. 1, 1940



Arnold Gibson Weds

Alta Louise Pratt


Trailer, their future home,

also provides trip to Canada.


Miss Alta Louise Pratt, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Allen T. Pratt’s, Of Churchill Rd., Trumbull, and Arnold Robinson Gibson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Carl B. Gibson, Oronoque, were married under a bower of garden flowers on the lawn of the brides home Sunday afternoon. The Rev. G. E. Knollmeyer of St. Andrews Episcopal Church, Devon, officiated.

The bride, and given in marriage by her father, or a white sharkskin gown. Her fingertip veil was fastened with a wreath of gardenias and she carried white roses, gardenias and baby’s breath.

Miss Betty Pratt of East Berlin, was the maid of honor. She wore a pale pink ensemble and a white Leghorn hat, and carried pink gladioli and baby’s breath.

Harvey Dodson, of Hartford, was best man.

A reception followed at the brides home. Mrs. Pratt, wearing blue great and Mrs. Gibson, in blue flowered chiffon with matching accessories.

The couple left in a trailer for a trip to Canada area Mrs. Gibson wearing a tan ensemble with brown accessories. On their return they will live in the trailer on the brides father’s grounds in Trumbull.

Mrs. Gibson is a graduate of Bassick High. Mr. Gibson was graduated from Central high and is employed at the Stanley Works.

Tomorrow, more about their honeymoon.

On Saturday and Sunday, more Special Pictures.

On Monday, we’ll move into 1941 when Lad has just returned from Venezuela and Dan, Ced and Dick are all in Alaska. The war is getting closer for Grandpa’s boys.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – To The Guion Settlers (1) – Sept., 1940

Alfred Duryee Guion

Alfred Duryee Guion

R-92    September 8, 1940

To the Guion settlers in

the Cook Inlet and Orinoco River sections,


Nellie ( Nelson Sperling) is home again. He is on leave of absence from the Army for recuperation purposes. He walked in here a few minutes ago. He doesn’t know whether he will go back to his old post or be sent to Kelly Field in Texas. He likes the Army, and the treatment he receives. Mrs. Mantle has heard nothing from Art but as his term of enlistment is about up she would not be surprised to see him walk in any time now.

For the last week we have been having bright sunshiny weather with just enough edge in the coolness to suggest fall days ahead. Alas I cannot take unadulterated enjoyment from the fact because sneeze days are here again and, while each year, attacks seem to be a little milder than the previous year, they are yet bad enough to be unwelcome. Maybe if I live long enough I’ll outgrow the thing entirely. Incidentally, this is one of the reasons why I have stopped taking morning walks. Stirring up pollen or merely being in amidst it in field and wood quickly puts my eyes, throat, nose, etc., in such a state of irritation that all the benefits of the exercise are nullified. Another reason why I discontinued the walking idea in the early summer was because as soon as the mosquitoes became prevalent it took much of the joy out of woods walking and then as I do not especially enjoyed tramping highways with cars whizzing by at frequent intervals, I strike off as soon as possible into words roads, across fields, along narrow paths, etc., and I found that early in the morning the dew is so thick on the fast-growing vegetation in early summer that before many hundred feet my shirt, trousers, shoes and in fact every bit of clothing was saturated. I might as well have stood out in the rain. However, I intend resuming walks in the fall and winter.

Following my usual custom in order to celebrate the reaching of another milestone on the journey through life, I have started on its way to each of you boys a little birthday remembrance. ( To celebrate his own birthday, Grandpa always gave his children presents.) Of course it won’t reach you by the 11th but it would be pretty difficult to know when to mail it so as to reach you by parcels post at any designated time. As far as Dave and Dick are concerned, I am considering the possibility of taking them to New York to see some of the current shows, but this is contingent on Dick’s being able to get time off. Dick is talking about saving up his money and taking a hobo trip with Bobby Kascak through Florida.

It looks as though I would have a busy few days next weekend. Mr. Burr has promised to have somebody up here with a power saw so that we can saw up that would which has been piled up near the barn since you boys took down the Locust trees and it may be that we shall be able to complete arrangements with the Trust Company, to move into new business quarters, and naturally Sunday is the best time from a traffic standpoint to do this.

Gale Brand, Bruce Lee, his daughter and his niece came up one day this week. We were unable to persuade Gale to do any card tricks.

No letter from Lad this week, a short one from Ced and a real letter at last from Dan, very interestingly written and being passed around through many hands. Someday when Dan is famous and his biographer undertakes “The Life and Letters of Daniel B. Guion”, this one will have a place, if for no other reason then it’s dating the time of patent medicine advertisements, Ugda tablets, etc.

Wells, a few words to each of you individually and then I will see what Charlie McCarthy has to say.


I’ll be posting the individual notes tomorrow,.

Thursday and Friday will be devoted to the wedding of Arnold Gibson (Lad’s best friend) and Alta Louise Pratt.

Saturday and Sunday will be Special Pictures.

Next week we’ll move into 1941. Lad had come home from Venezuela and is looking for a job to defer his involvement in the war. Ced and Dan are facing the same trials in Alaska.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – To The Guion Settlers (2) – Sept., 1940

Episode 92, Saga of Trumbull

Dear Ugda Tablet:

Greetings, my little pill, uh, I mean pal. My days of watching and waiting and praying have at last been rewarded – – a real letter has reached me in which in your own inimitable style you acknowledge clippings, paint a picture of Army life, give a thumbnail sketch of the aftermath of fish spawning, and envision the coming of fall as only a true child of nature can feel it, for all of which my respects and thanks. Someday when you feel practical and inclined to talk of mundane, everyday things like dirty sox, rough fingernails, dull razor blades, garlic breath on your working companion, etc., drop me a line just as interestingly written about your hopes and disappointments, new friends, your clothes, etc., you know. By the way, I have just gotten from the Bridgeport Public Library the new Federal Writer’s Project book on A Guide to Alaska – Last American Frontier. Author is Merle Colby. The two most interesting pages I have run across yet our popular errors about Alaska. ( ) Have you been to Palmer yet to see Matanuska?

Dear Ced:

Thanks for the delayed letter about the Willys but I still don’t know what finally happened. I will look forward to the history to which you refer to clear up the matter. I don’t think I told you that Don Whitney has a 1934 Ford which he bought through his cousin in the business in Black Rock.


Packard and Mack

Packard and Mack

Dick is quite thrilled because he has now paid into your account the $40 that he says you told him he could purchase the Packard for and it is now all his own. In honor of the event he spent yesterday afternoon repairing the back door so that it would not fall off by the hinge every time it was opened. What are you boys doing for suitable clothes and bedding for the cold weather? I hope the box of clothes I sent will reach you safely and in good time. I have ensured them so that if they do not arrive at all or are damaged in transit, be sure to call the attention of the postmaster, in the latter event, before you remove them from the post office.

Dear Lad: Evidently from all I can learn, not so much directly from the parties themselves as that’s might be colored a bit, but from outside sources, that your gift to the new Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Gibson, as negotiated by your esteemed Purchasing Agent, made unquestionably a true bull’s-eye, for which, of course, we are both glad. They are still away, of course, but I have heard from several sources that before leaving several highly flattering remarks were made regarding the stainless steel double boiler. I stopped in at Read’s the early part of last week and was told that the Spanish book you wanted and which I ordered through them had already been sped on its way to you. Cost was two dollars I believe. I hope it reaches you promptly and in good condition. Did you ever send that second batch of negatives? If so, they have failed as yet to put in an appearance.

My clipping Department has not been so productive this week. Dan’s vicious attack on the Ugda tablet episode probably gave them pause, and when they catch their breath again they may resume activities.

Meanwhile, hey feverishly and with tears in my eyes, I bid you all a fond achoo.


Tomorrow and Friday will be devoted to the wedding of Arnold Gibson, Lad’s best friend, and Alta Louise Pratt and their honeymoon.

Saturday and Sunday will bring more Special Pictures.

Next week we’ll move forward to 1941. Lad has just returned from Venezuela and Dan, Ced and Dick are all in Alaska.

Judy Guion

Peabodys and Duryees – A Word From Aunt Betty – Sept., 1940


Aunt Betty with Doug and Judy (cropped) - 1953

APG - Aunt Betty letter about Duryee family history, Sept, 1940


72 Elm Ave.


Sept. 8, 1940

Dear Laddie,

Your letter of July 28th, which I received on Aug. 6th, made me feel ashamed of myself for not answering your former letter to me last May. You certainly returned good for evil and I appreciate it and hope you will forgive me as well.

You see I am trying to make amends by writing so soon after getting the letter and picture of you feeding the deer, it is a very good picture of you, and the deer must be very tame. You spoke of your father mentioning about my saying that I had not heard from you for ages, as I have said, I did get a letter in May. You did say in that letter that you had received a birthday letter, but what I had really meant was whether you had received the account of the Duryee family that I had sent at Christmas time, for since sending that, I have mislaid my copy, so please keep your copy for it is now the only record we have.

Now this letter, which I received on August 6, does answer all my questions and you have indeed thanked me for everything.

Now about the trip on Mother’s Day. It was a lovely Sunday in May and Dad, Richard, Cedric and Daniel came down in a new Buick car he was trying out, stayed to dinner here at the Knolls, then Dad said that being Mother’s Day, they had planned to take me on a trip in the country and that I must choose where I would like to go. Of course anywhere was just grand for me for I don’t get many rides as a rule, so then Dad said, well, he had thought I would enjoy a ride to Newburgh to see the Smiths. Oh boy! I had never thought of anything so delightful so we got an early start and were over the Tarrytown Ferry up by way of, and through, West Point, and then over the Storm King Highway to Fairfield which is the name of the Smith’s place. They were home and so very glad to see us. Elliott had not seen Dad since he was a little boy and he was so glad to have an opportunity to talk to him and to meet the boys. The boys were all over the place and Mrs. Smith treated us to drinks (soft) and cake. We left there about six o’clock and drove back to Mount Vernon and Mrs. Seipp insisted that they all stay to supper which really turned out to be another dinner. Altogether it was a very delightful day.

I do so hope that you will be able to come home soon, anyway the time slips away so fast that the rest of your time will not seem too long, not as long to you as to us, we all miss you. I have been staying in Trumbull the last three weeks in August but it was so cold and damp that we could not be out much, so did not enjoy it as much as usual. The baby is dear, so good and smiles all the time, and only cries when he hurts himself or is hungry. I am glad you can see from some of the pictures that you have a car.

Keep the desire for work with the diesel engine in the back of your mind and I am sure the opportunity to get in to that field will open up for you. What we desire, yearn for wholeheartedly comes to us sooner or later. That mechanic may not turn out to be “so hot”.

I have been to the World’s Fair three times this year, standing one hour in the line to get into the General Motors, and see their exhibition of the Highways and Horizons of Tomorrow. I think it was one of the best in the fair.

I have joined a Willkie for President Club  ( ) and tomorrow am going to get a card for people who are undecided which to vote for, Willkie or Roosevelt, to pledge to vote for Willkie and then see that they are sure to register and turn out on Election Day. I know Dad is writing to you today and telling you all the latest news of Trumbull and also of Dan and Ced, it is fine they seem so well contented. I am so proud of you all, to think you all have gone out and found jobs for yourselves.

Thank you for your very interesting letter.


Aunt Betty