A Tribute To Arla – 1922

In last week’s “Tribute To Arla”, we learned about the very early years of the marriage of Alfred D Guion and Arla Peabody, including some early memories from the children. This week we will learn how Arla played a major part in the decision to move to Trumbull.

The Old Homestead

The Old Homestead

A.D. – And now having recorded some of the events in the first two decades of my life spent in the state of New York, let us look further east to Connecticut, were up to the present time, two or more decades have seen the childhood, youth and adulthood of most of my children and their families.

How did we come to settle in Trumbull? Almost purely by chance. And it all happened because of a vacation spent at my brother-in-law’s summer camp in Connecticut. One day, Fred Stanley, who had married my wife’s sister Anne, told us he had rented a little shack in the woods near Sandy Hook, Connecticut, on the Housatonic River, and as he could use it only part of the time, he asked if my family would be interested in occupying it for a couple of weeks. We were, and one summer morning we loaded up the old Franklin with beds, mattresses, clothing and food, and with five children and two adults, escorted by Fred to show us the way, we started merrily on our adventure. Approaching Danbury, the most awful bangs, rattles and clanking left no doubt that something was seriously wrong with my car. Luckily, a Franklin repair service was located nearby and here we learned that a main bearing had burned out, which would take a couple of days to repair. By dint of persuasion, seeing our plight, the headman finally consented to put all hands to work to try to finish the job by nightfall. Fred was to go on to the camp with the children in his car and Arla and I would stay with the Franklin until repairs were completed. While I watched the mechanics at work, Arla spent several hours chatting with proprietor’s wife, who, she told me afterward, painted a glowing picture of an old house they owned in a small country place called Trumbull, too far away for them to live in while conducting a business in Danbury, but evidently a dream of a home. She must’ve been a good saleswoman because Arla was so enthusiastic from the description given that when vacation time was over and I had to get back to work, she persuaded Fred to drive over to the place. It was a case of love at first sight and nothing would do but I must see it to and discover what an ideal place it would be for the children. I, too, was pleased with it.

It was obviously out of the question as a practical proposition because, with the job in the lower part of New York City and a Connecticut home 7 miles from the nearest railroad station at Bridgeport, itself 55 miles from Grand Central Station, only a madman would give the matter a moment’s consideration. She reluctantly agreed and the subject was abandoned, in my mind at least. As it has often been said, it is unwise to underestimate the power of a woman. Returning home from work several weeks later I found her, one afternoon, busily sketching at a table covered with several sheets of paper, and, upon inquiry, was told that she was figuring how our present furniture would fit in the Trumbull house. Seeing how serious she was, there followed several weeks of weighing arguments pro and con, ending in the decision that, for the children’s sake, I would take the chance and try commuting between Bridgeport and New York.

The Larchmont house was sold for considerably more than it cost and the Trumbull property bought for considerably less than the proceeds from the Larchmont property. We moved in one late December day. There was a furnace of sorts heating a potentially good hot water heating system, water was pumped from a nearby broke to a large storage tank in the cellar,and no lights, as a storage battery system in the barn had frozen, so we celebrated our first Christmas with candlelight under rather primitive conditions. Early the following year the local power company installed electric lights but heating and water supply still furnished problems. There were six fireplaces to supplement the furnace and firewood was plentiful. With foot valve troubles at the brook end of the water supply, water pipes freezing and frequent pump failures, it became necessary at times to draw water from the three wells on the property, until some years later when city water mains furnished adequate supplies.

In next week’s “Tribute To Arla”, I’ll share some of the early memories the children have of their mother in the Trumbull house.

I plan on having a surprise for tomorrow and then, on Monday, we’ll jump ahead to the Army Life of Lad, Dan and Dick, and Ced’s working relationship with the Army in 1943.

Judy Guion


8 thoughts on “A Tribute To Arla – 1922

  1. Mrs. P says:

    I love how Arla decided that the house was going to be hers! I have a daughter who has that same characteristic. When she was only ten years old we were driving through a neighborhood looking at houses and saw one that we liked. Both my husband and I felt we would not qualify for the financing but my daughter had some thoughts of her own. She calls me at work, tells me not to get mad but she scheduled an appointment with the realtor and she cleaned the whole house in case the realtor wanted to meet at our house. I was so impressed at her determination that we kept the appointment and it turned out the house was financed by the owner and we ended up buying it. We would not have pursued it, had it not been for her.

    • Judy Guion says:

      A wonderful story – one to be cherished. Yes, Arla knew what she wanted – as remembered by my father in the post “Random Memories of Alfred Peabody Guion (1 of 5) – “When I was five, Dad and Mom were building a house in Larchmont. They had a contractor build it and it was on Lansdowne Drive in Larchmont Gardens. I accompanied them, maybe three or four times, when they went out to look at it. Mom told the carpenters what she wanted changed. She was quite conscientious about what she wanted.”

      • Mrs. P says:

        It’s so nice that you were able to find out so much about your grandmother. Sometimes when they leave us earlier than they should we yearn to learn even more about them than others in the family.

        • Judy Guion says:

          There isn’t really very much more. The remainder of the Tributes will be quoting letters of condolence from friends and family. They saw a different side of her.

  2. Gallivanta says:

    Arla was certainly determined to live in the Trumbull house; it’s a lovely story of how they came to be there.

    • Judy Guion says:

      Gallivanta – I like the story too. It reminds me of how one somewhat insignificant event (a burned out bearing) can change the course of history.

  3. gpcox says:

    I wonderful story of two young people in love – everything seems so easy.

    • Judy Guion says:

      Yes, It makes me wonder how things would have been different if they had known what would happen eleven years later. It makes me appreciate TODAY so much more.

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