Trumbull – Lad’s Letter, A Tornado And Barbara’s Visit – May 31, 1942

Ced - 1938

Trumbull, Conn.  May 31, 1942

Dear Ced:

In view of the fact that this is the eve of the day when you first opened your little peepers on this strange and naughty world, I am dedicating this opening paragraph to you. It so happens that we have with us on this occasion one known as your Aunt Elsie who desires to peck a few words.

FALSE ALARM. The above words were written about 7:30, at which time it a tap was heard on the Alcove French door and Rufus Burnham, Louise and young David appeared en route from New Haven where they had been visiting Brad. After mixing up a few biscuits, tea and cheese, they ate a hasty supper and caught the 9 o’clock bus a few minutes ago to connect with a train that will take them all to the Grand Central, including Elsie, so the little round robin I had planned to vury the monotony of a “DAD” letter has flown back to its nest or wherever it is round robin’s fly to.

As will be apparent to one of your perspicacity (that’s a $.25 word for you), Aunt Elsie has snatched a brief vacation over Memorial Day (or Decoration Day as it used to be known when I was a lad). Yesterday afternoon was pleasant but last night we were visited with a heavy thunder shower accompanied by big hailstones which reminded me of miniature bombs being dropped by nature’s luftwaffe, as they bumped and rattled on roof and windowsills. Apparently they did not do much damage to Iris and Rhododendrons, both of which are in bloom now, but today has been rather cloudy and generally overcast with occasional brief glimpses of the sun.

And while I think of it, Miss Babbitt in the Technology Room of the Bridgeport Public Library — a good friend of mine — tells me her cousin is Mr. Chandler Griggs, Chief Engineer of the Civil Aeronautics Administration at Anchorage, and wondered if you had happened to meet him. If not, she suggests you do so as he is a very delightful person.

We received on the 26th a very interesting letter from Lad which told in intimate detail just what happened in the process of induction to the U.S. Army from the time I said goodbye to him at the Derby Railroad Station to the time he mailed the letter. An excerpt from his letter is attached as part of a Report on the doings of you boys, prepared for family and friends. I am also enclosing a play which Uncle Ted mailed to me, which may cause a whimsical smile to adorn your countenance.

A recent letter from Grandma will be particularly interesting to you and Dan who met the Rex Peabody’s on your way west. She says: (quoting from Rex’s letter) I know you will be interested to hear of a tornado which passed on a narrow path about 1 ½ miles west of us last Wednesday, May 13, at 3 PM. Serious damage occurred in Cumberland. The little house I built on the old Peabody farm is unharmed but the addition my sisters put on is slightly battered by wreckage from the barn. The big house has lost all three chimneys. The roof from the main part is gone, but there is still a roof over the East part and over the north addition. Kenneth and family have moved into the other house. The barn and granary are scattered from where they stood to the road north. A few pieces are even north of the cemetery. The foundation still stands and the stanchions are in place. While there was no loss of life, one girl from a home north of here is not expected to live.

Tomorrow, I’ll post the rest of this letter and the “Occasional Report of the Guion Family” will be posted on Monday. The rest of next week will include a letter from Grandpa and two from Lad.

 To follow the War and the invasion of Alaska, go to GP Cox does  very thorough research on each post. As you follow the posts, you will learn what actually happened – a piece of our history that was overshadowed by what was happening elsewhere.

I’ll be continuing this story line for the next few weeks while GP is writing about the Invasion of Alaska.  The contrasts may surprise you. 

On Saturday and Sunday I’ll be posting more Special Pictures.

Judy Guion 


3 thoughts on “Trumbull – Lad’s Letter, A Tornado And Barbara’s Visit – May 31, 1942

  1. Mrs. P says:

    I was just thinking how wonderful grandpa’s letters must have felt during war time.So many looked forward to the mail…these boys were the lucky ones who would surely get a letter at mail call. I wonder if any of them read their letters to others?

    • jaggh53163 says:

      Mrs. P. – What an interesting thought. Dan asked Barbara to bring some Alaskan slides to Roanoke Rapids on her visit, so he must have told a few people about his experiences in Alaska, probably in Venezuela, too. It would be interesting to know if any of the boys shared the letters. Their letters were definitely shared by Grandpa to friends and family alike. He kept them in a scrapbook and when anyone came to visit, or during the holidays, the scrapbook – maybe more than one – came out..

      • Mrs. P says:

        What a wonderful thing to do. I know many families had wartime scrap books but yours goes on even before and after that.

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