Trumbull – Fair Blossoms – May 23, 1943

The time is getting closer for both Dan and Dick to be shipped overseas but as Jean says, “it could be weeks or months” until it happens. Grandpa is  surely missing his sons and all the work they used to do around the old homestead. At least with two venerable ladies living there, he doesn’t have to deal with fixing the meals and cleaning up after dinner.

Trumbull, Conn.

The Old Homestead

The Old Homestead

May 23, 1943

Fair blossoms of my fading years:

That reminds me of the story. Prof. Huxley once gave his class in biology the question: “What is a lobster?”, to which one student replied: “a lobster is a red fish that moves backwards”. The good professor retorted that that was a very good answer except for three points: first, a lobster wasn’t red; second, it wasn’t a fish; and third, it didn’t move backwards. None of you are fair (Jean, you’re out of this), you are not blossoms, and I am not fading – – but why go on? “Years” is the only thing left and I have plenty of them.

(There were) three ingredients for the correspondence melting pot this week. Jean (substituting for Dick, as usual) says there is no further news about Dick being shipped, but they have started to crate their supplies for shipment which doesn’t sound very good, but you never can tell. It may be weeks or months before they are shipped. I’d give anything if Dick and I could be in Trumbull right now. If I had my choice between Trumbull and Florida, I’d take Trumbull. It’s so nice and peaceful and everyone is so friendly. Florida is all right but it’s getting too warm for me. (Later) Dick came home Saturday night and told us they were being shipped to another camp. All Miami Beach has to be evacuated to make room for the wounded soldiers from Africa (Just the soldiers have to leave). They are going either to Toledo, Ohio, or Indianapolis, Indiana. So I guess I’ll be moving again but I don’t mind. I like to travel. We wives decided we would stay here until we hear from our husbands which probably won’t be until the end of the month. I started working today at Sears Roebuck, Electrical Appliance Department.

Dan writes: a new company is being formed to fill out the new battalion of which we are a part. There are vague promises of intensive training for overseas service. As a consequence we are reminded that AWOL offenses are now equivalent to desertion. Papers and furloughs will ultimately be granted “to finish up personal affairs at home”, which means that I must wait my turn. I don’t know when that will be.” Well, Dan, whenever it comes we’ll have Decoration Day,he soup kettle on the fire. It used to be an old family custom, if you recall, to have a family get-together on Decoration Day, so if you can get leave for next Sunday, it will be in the best Guion tradition.

A letter from the family’s only Sergeant (Lad) says camp regulations are becoming stiffer with fewer passes for shorter periods. Weather is perfect. He may get a furlough in July or August.

No word this week from the midget of the tundra but he wrote a nice long newsy letter last week so I can’t kick until next week.

Not much local color to report. Flowerbeds and storm windows have occupied my attention yesterday afternoon and today. Have had the lawnmower sharpened but the rain every day last week has made the grass look as bad as Dave’s need for a haircut. The two venerable ladies send their love (by request). They both have numerous bloodless scrapes over who shall do the dishes while insisting the other sits down, etc. I seldom have to referee – – just let them fight it out by themselves because I know it will end in a draw and leave them free to start all over again after the next meal. Until next time,

Your loving           DAD

Tomorrow’s post will mark the end of May, 1943, or Decoration Day, as it was called back then, and then we’ll check up on Biss in St Petersburg (1935), Lad in Venezuela (1939)  and the boys in Alaska (1940). I promise that it will be easier keeping track of everyone once we get to 1942. Would love to read your thoughts on this blog.

Judy Guion

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10 thoughts on “Trumbull – Fair Blossoms – May 23, 1943

  1. EmilyAnn Frances says:

    I’m enjoying your homey and intimate approach Judy. By presenting the letters directly to us we can pick up on the flow of events and relations within the family. While I have come in mid-stream, I’m getting acquainted at a nice pace and look forward to coming back each Sunday when I have the time for a proper, leisuely reading. Keep up your good work.

    • Judy Guion says:

      EmilyAnn – Thank you for your encouragement. I was wondering how people would react when they visited for the first time when there were so many posts before. I’m glad that you don’t feel lost and are getting to know the family. One other thing: You really aren’t anywhere near the middle yet. I started with 2 medium-sized moving boxes full of letters, photos and memorabilia and have added a few more piles of letters since.

  2. Rob Moses says:

    Strange house. Looks big though!

    • Judy Guion says:

      Rob – The far left side of the house is the original portion which was built in 1756…that is not a typo. I don’t know when the other two sections were added because this is the house that my grandfather bought in 1922. The Town Hall, with all the historical records, burned in the early 1900’s so no records exist..

  3. Mrs. P says:

    This is so much like a good book that you can’t wait to get back to…waiting with bated breath until tomorrow! :0

  4. gpcox says:

    Grandpa does a pretty good job of keeping the boys located for us. He wrote these letters as tho he knew one day we would all be reading them.

    • Judy Guion says:

      gpcox – A quote from my grandfather’s autobiography, written in 1960, in answer to the question WHY?:
      “Someday, I hope one of my children will want to set down on paper for his children’s entertainment,…recollections of his own childhood…”
      “…may I hope that one of my children or grandchildren will feel interest enough in the entire Guion family history to gather what material of this sort is now available and from it compile an orderly record of past and present annals to be preserved for future Guions.”

  5. Gallivanta says:

    Even though your grandfather was very enthusiastic about trying out new recipes and cooking ( remember when he ordered the recipe books) his enthusiasm must have waned a little because he is so happy to have the “ladies” take over the kitchen. But then who doesn’t get bored of cooking at some time or other!

    • Judy Guion says:

      I think he felt it was a chore to produce “meals” for other people, but after the war, he lived another 20 years by himself in the small apartment in the Trumbull house, and he enjoyed experimenting in the kitchen for his own pleasure. (NOTE: His apartment was the small wing to the right in the picture of the house.)

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