Trumbull – Dear Private and Public (1) – Grandpa Meets a Distant Relative – April, 1942

 

ADG - Grandpa, when I know him, early 1960's

Trumbull, Conn,  April 19, 1942.

Dear Private and Public:

I had an interesting experience yesterday. I took a suit of Dave’s into the Goodwork  Cleaners opposite my old office at the corner of Fairfield and Broad, and while the girl was getting out the slip, two other young fellows came in and stood at the counter next to me. The girl said, “name please”. I spelled it out, as I usually do, “A.D. G-u-i-o-n”, and the man next to me turned around and said “Guion?”, fished a booklet out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a N.Y. driver’s license of another Guion. He said he came from New Rochelle, was a nephew of Dr. Guion there, and by the same token we must be distantly related.

Well, I suppose you saw in the paper that “Old Iron Pants”, Hugh S. Johnson, has ended his colorful career. From the newspaper account, my cousin, his wife, was not at his bedside when he passed away, so presumably, she is still in a sanitarium. The Blue Eagle has soared into his everlasting eerie.

Lad this week received a card from the local draft board reclassifying him again as A-1, but from what he has learned, he will probably not be called until next month and when this happens, the Producto will request further temporary deferment on the basis of an emergency, if at that time the man Lad is training for his job has not yet developed suitable proficiency in his duties to take over. If he has, Lad will then seek to enlist in the Naval Reserves.

Elizabeth today is a “fish widow”, Zeke celebrating the opening day of the fishing season by angling for finny denizens of nearby trout streams.

All yesterday afternoon and up until 12:30 today, Dave has been wrestling with the production 33,500 multigraphing and folding of letters for Ashcroft. Almost all (save some 5000) have been multigrafted and about half folded, so we’re fairly well on with the job, which originally was supposed to be delivered tomorrow, but as the first of the letterheads were only given to us yesterday instead of several days previously, we will still be able to make a “reasonable” delivery.

Aunt Betty last week went to the dentist to have a loose tooth removed and is having a new plate made which takes her to Bridgeport twice a week until the job is finished. She has been complaining of lack of pep lately and is now taking vitamin B tablets. This together with removal of the decayed tooth plus moderate exercise outdoors, now that the weather is getting suitable for her to get out, we hope will make her feel quite frisky. She has already planted some seeds in the flower boxes and has acquired a new watering can to nurse them through their babyhood.

According to a postal Barbara received from Dan, he is now at his new camp at Roanoke Rapids, No. Car., but had not yet learned what sort of activity his new work would entail. I am looking forward to a letter telling more in detail as soon as he gets settled.

I will be posting the conclusion of this letter tomorrow. 

On Friday one more letter from grandpa to his boys away from home.

On Saturday and Sunday, more special pictures.

Judy Guion

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Trumbull – Mr. Cedric D. Guion, D.L.W. – Delay, Linger and Wait (2) – Other Family News – April, 1942

 

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A brief comment regarding the rest of the family and then I’ll switch the key to the listening position to await a message from Ced.

Alfred (Lad) Peabody Guion

Lad is still heading up the shipping activities of the Producto Co., training a new man to take his place when his call from the Draft Board comes. He has heard nothing from them in spite of the fact his deferment only carried him up to April. He says that if the call should now come it is the intention of his boss to request a further deferment to give time for the training of the new man, based on the fact that Producto is on 100% war work and his is an essential job. He has been attending an Emergency Police course and along with about 20 others, last night was awarded a certificate for the successful completion of the course. It is in effect a sort of Police Reserve organization called out in emergency. He is stationed over on Huntington Turnpike.

Dick Guion

Dick has had considerable tire trouble lately, applied to the Tire Rationing Board and yesterday was granted permission to acquire for retreaded tires. He still works on the night shift at Producto, is apparently interested in the work, is taking a course in blue print reading and spends most of his spare time in Stratford. (where Jean Mortensen lives)DPG - with Zeke holding Butch

Dave is an active little cuss, devoting his time out of school between study (?), work at the office every afternoon, air raid watcher, movies, girls, etc. He’d rather talk than eat and he has a pretty good appetite at that. If he isn’t chasing some girl or letting her chase him, he is broadcasting, choir rehearsing, young peopling, etc. Right now he is fixing up his bike against the day when will have to put up the car for the lack of tires.

Aunt Betty

Aunt Betty is now operating at almost full speed again. She darns socks, helps get the evening meal, vacuum cleans the house, washes dishes, and is now planning some garden work. She was beginning to get a bit worried at not having heard from you for so long, and if you don’t write again soon I won’t be responsible for the consequences.

Alfred Duryee Guion (Grandpa)

I’m plugging away in the same old rut, leave home for the office about nine, take an hour and a half for lunch at Howland’s, do my crossword puzzle, come home and get supper, read the paper, listen to the radio, go to bed, read and go to sleep. Work at the office has been slow. It was so bad last month that we did not pay expenses but went into the hole. This month has started out a bit better. One job we have to turn out next week is sending out 33,500 multigraph letters for Manning, Maxwell & Moore. If we could get one job a week like that we could keep ahead of the tide.

Elizabeth (Biss) Guion Zabel

Elizabeth and her two kiddies seem to keep well, although it is quite a drag on Biss and keeps her thin. Zeke works nights. They still have their old car which they want to get rid of if they can find a substitute which is a good buy. Zeke is making good money, is putting it almost entirely in payment for the house, which, if things keep on as they now seem to be going, they will have paid for by the end of the year. The children are just at the most interesting age. Butch has run away a few times lately.

And I guess that about sums up the doings. Just a report from the only other member of the family is now missing.     DAD

For the rest of the week, I’ll be posting two more letters from Grandpa to the two sons who are away from home.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Mr. Cedric D. Guion, D.L.W., (1) – Delay, Linger and Wait – Dan’s Visit Home – April, 1942

 

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Trumbull, Conn.,   Apr. 13, 1942

Mr. Cedric D. Guion, D. L. W.,

Anchorage, Alaska.

Dear Sir:

If you are possessed of normal curiosity you will be wondering what unknown degree has been awarded you in your long absence from civilization (if you can term what we are now living in by the term of “civilization”). Is it some scholarly recognition of your penetration of the far north to repair planes atop of glaciers? No. Is it perchance for proficiency in snoring, which, according to the reports of one C. Heurlin, has reached a high degree of proficiency in your case? Again no. And it can have nothing to do with an Eastern Railroad which has not yet extended its rails to Alaska. Then, by heck, what is it? It is a long overdue and well merited degree in delayed correspondence signifying in all its pristine simplicity, “Delay, Linger and Wait”. That you have fairly won this award none will dispute, and if Chapters III and IV of the Saga of Plane Glacier, are as long arriving as Chapter II, it may be that by Christmas of 1943 we may be nearing the final chapter. All of which is by way of mention, as you may have suspected, that we have not heard from you of late.

Yesterday as I returned empty-handed from a trip to the P. O. Box 7 to see if there might possibly be an airmail letter from Alaska, I ran into Tiny Sperling who informed me that Nelly (Nelson Sperling) was married to a girl from Boston, having taken the step upon being made Sergeant, was at an army camp in Florida, in charge of mechanical work on automotive equipment and would shortly start for Australia.

Dan Guion

Dan Guion

During the week I received a letter from Dan asking for funds so that he might have available cash to purchase a railroad ticket home, and instructing that it be sent to his new camp in North Carolina where he expected to be before the end of the week. Of course I complied with his request. Last night a little after 10:30 the phone rang and a voice informed me that “Your son Daniel is at the Bridgeport R.R. station”. Hastily donning a few clothes and gently leading the Buick out of its stall, I vaulted lightly into the saddle and Paul Revered it up to Plumbs, placed Barbara on the handlebars and raced for Bridgeport. From Dan I learned he had not yet left for North Carolina, had of course not received my check, but through a combination of borrowing from one of his buddies, talking the ticket agent into advancing him cash out of his own pocket, and selling some postage stamps back to the U. S. Government, he finally reached Bridgeport with enough left over to make two telephone calls. He is leaving in about an hour to go back to Fort Belvoir and expects that surely this week he will make tracks for North Carolina where the rumor is he will be on a surveying crew. His application for officers training is still pending, but as this is said to involve mostly combat training, he may, after finding what the life in the map making branch is like, prefer the latter. It all depends on what develops. He looks fine, is apparently enjoying himself and doesn’t appear to be suffering from ill health.

Tomorrow, the conclusion of this letter with updates on various family members. The rest of the week will comprise two more letters from Grandpa to the two sons away from home.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 270 – Book of Common Prayer – 1877

 

 

This Book of Common Prayer, used in the Protestant Episcopal Church, was given to Grandpa’s Mother, Ella Duryee, at Christmas when she was twenty-seven, four years before she married Alfred Beck Guion, my great-grandfather. 

 

The Book of COMMON PRAYER and administration of THE SACRAMENTS, and other RITES AND CEREMONIES OF THE CHURCH, according to the use of the PROTESTANT EPISCOPAL CHURCH in the UNITES STATES OF AMERICA, together with the PSALTERS, OR PSALMS OF DAVID

Tomorrow, I’ll begin posting a week of letters written in 1942. Dan has already been drafted and the other 3 older boys are all concerned about their own status in the draft. Grandpa and Dave are the only two Guions left in Trumbull.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 269 – Rusty Heurlin – Somewhere in Alaska

 

Rusty Heurlin – taken in Alaska @ 1945

 

Here’s looking at you………. cock-eyed

 

Tomorrow, another Special Picture.

On Monday I’ll begin posting a week of letters written in 1942.Dan has been drafted and is at Basic Training. Lad and Dick are both working at Producto in Bridgeport, anxious about their own status in the draft. Dave is in high school and keeping Grandpa company at the old Homestead in Trumbull.

Judy Guion

 

Trumbull – Dear Dave – Thanksgiving Day in the Morning – November, 1945

Trumbull, Conn., Nov. 22, 1945

          Thanksgiving Day in the morning.

This is sort of a special

in the way of a letter,

quite an interesting to the

majority.

Dear Dave:

On the 21st I received yours of the 13th relating to your talk with Lt. Greenberger about procurement machines no longer needed by the Army. He tells you the Army hasn’t settled its policy as to who is going to get priority on the goods or just how their plans will work. As things stand now, as long as a man is in the Army he can make no tangible deals. He must wait until he becomes a civilian and then he may apply as a veteran.

It is interesting to compare this Army dope with letter just received from the Reconstruction Finance Corporation, New England headquarters, situated in Boston. I wrote asking how you could secure office machines with which to engage in business after discharge. Here is the reply:

SURPLUS PROPERTY DIVISION

Reference is made to your recent letter to this agency concerning surplus property. As office machines and equipment are classified as Consumer Goods, your inquiry has been referred to Consumer Goods, Surplus Property Division, Reconstruction Finance Corporation, at 600 Washington St., Boston. The Surplus Property Board has established a procedure whereby a veteran may make application for certain preferences in the purchase of surplus property at a local or regional office of the Smaller War Plants Corporation. The address of the regional office of the Smaller War Plants Corporation is given below:

Smaller War Plants Corporation

55 Tremont St.

 Boston, Mass.

A veteran may, of course, purchase Surplus Property independently of any preference rights on an equal basis with other purchasers.

John J. Haggerty, Manager.

          Unless you see some objection, why not write Tremont St., and ask for list so you can make formal application, and thus establish a sort of priority for any possible value it may have later. I can’t see where it would do any harm even if it didn’t do any good.

In addition to the office equipment, it might be interesting to look into the matter of materials for the island, such as outboard motor, rowboat, motorboat, motor-generator lighting outfits, refrigerators, both electric and kerosene operated, building materials, etc. I will, of course, follow-through from this end.

The barn club room is going from bad to worse. Some of the young kids around here have broken the panel in the door so they can reach up and operate the Yale lock from inside and go in and make the place their own, having little if any respect for the rights of club members or the slightest feeling of obligation or responsibility toward the owner, who allows use of his property for their use. The other morning I found lights had been burning all night and a fire in the stove was still burning in spite of the fact that the smokestack has rotted and broken off, making a fire hazard. Something will have to be done.

DAD

Tomorrow and Sunday, more Special Pictures.

On Monday, I’ll begin a week of letters written in 1942.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Family – Marian and Lad Find an Apartment – November, 1945

Monday

11/19/45

Dear Family –

Our status is no clearer now than it was last week, altho’ there have been a number of changes. Lad is in a new company — a perfectly foul one that treats their men worse than the basics. He has no definite job to do, because he has over 50 points, but he can’t get out as they are just holding him there. He has to report on the post at 5:45 — can get a pass every night, except Friday night (Don’t ask us why — even they don’t know. It’s just a company policy.) You have to be in the company four months (Heaven Forbid !!) before you can get a three-day pass, so we probably won’t be home very often. Because he’s in a holding company, he can’t apply for rations off the post — can’t have his laundry done on the post — can’t buy things at the commissary — can’t —— oh!, The list is endless. Now that I’ve presented the worst side, there are a few encouraging items. One — he hasn’t been sent to classification as yet, so that might make a difference, we hope. Two — because he’s a T/3 he won’t draw any company duties except C.2 — and that shouldn’t come up too often. Three — they are off duty by 11 o’clock Saturday morning, so we do have a fairly long weekend. And they usually get off at 4 o’clock on Wednesdays. Otherwise it is 5:30 before he can leave.

So – if Lad doesn’t pull C.2 on Thursday (or Wednesday night) we will drive up Wednesday night and be home for Thanksgiving dinner anyway. Bob is in the same Company but is hoping to be moved today or tomorrow, so he might not be coming with us. I guess one place more or less won’t make too much difference, will it?

Dad, please call Jean and ask her to get an extra pound of butter for us? Butter is a very scarce item down here, so I’d like to bring some back with us. Also, tell her that we will bring olives, pickles, nuts, candy (if we can find it) and anything else along that line that I might think of. They won’t be perishable, and we should be able to get them down here.

We have found an apartment such as it is — which isn’t too bad (We’ve been in a lot worse). It has a fairly large living room and bedroom and a fairly nice kitchen — good gas stove — icebox — and dishes and silver furnished. We share the bath with the couple in the other half of the duplex. Ice and milk are delivered four times a week and we are only five blocks from town. It really isn’t bad at all and it’s ever so much better than eating out all the time. We just hope we won’t be here very long.

Went to see the Chandlers yesterday. Took us forever to find the place but we finally made it. Only the two boys were home, however. Mike is 6 feet tall — Dave 6’3” !! Lad could hardly believe it. Mrs. Chandler’s step-mother had died, so she was in Kentucky — was expected home tonight. Mr. Chandler was speaking to a Young People’s Group in a town about 12 miles away (on our way home) so we stopped there and said “Hello”. Didn’t have time for much more. We hope to get back there again.

Hope we see you late Wed. night or early Thursday morning.

Love –

Marian and Lad

Tomorrow, another letter from Grandpa.

Saturday and Sunday, more Special Pictures.

Judy Guion