Trumbull – From GHGHF (4) – News of Family and Friends – May, 1945

Alfred Duryee Guion - (Grandpa) - in the Alcove where he typed his letters

Alfred Duryee Guion – (Grandpa) – in the Alcove where he typed his letters

 

Your ultimate success in getting a plane ride reminds me of the slogan of the largest advertising agency in the U.S. – N.W. Ayer and Son of Philadelphia – “Keeping everlastingly at it brings success”. “Keep on keeping on” is another thought with the same root.

This week’s mail also brings a letter from Aunt Dorothy (Peabody) in San Carlos, Calif., and also one from Uncle Kemper (Peabody). From them we learn that Franklin (Peabody) is in Dell Monte, Calif., studying radio and still has a few months to go before finishing. Dorothy has invited him to come to San Carlos for a visit. In Vermont, the farm and creamery, as two separate businesses, are going along fairly, although some of the people working for them drive the management nuts at times. “When writing to your sons will you say for me what everyone wants to say to them: respect, gratitude, affection, fortune.”

Jim Smith, who is visiting his wife in Los Angeles, writes:

We had a pleasant trip out to this part of the country – – came by bus, not tiresome at all, but a lot of swell people and lots of time to see things. This is a great country out here but we don’t know if we would like to live here or not – – maybe because the weather is “screwy” even tho’ the sunshine is wonderful. I am working with a cousin here at the Warner Bros. movie studio in Hollywood – – a good job with good money. Very interesting to be on the inside to see how they do things.”

ADG - Grandpa (Alfred Duryee Guion), Aunt Elsie (Elsie May Guion), Aunt Betty (Lizzie Duryee) - Oct. 1945 in Trumbull

Grandpa, Aunt Elsie and Aunt Betty

          And from above stairs, there comes the following message:

Hello, “Brave Men”. I’ve been reading Ernie Pyle’s book by that name and his descriptions of the various battle areas certainly show up the American “GIs” as not only good soldiers but boys of inherent honesty, good nature and desire to be liked; in other words, downright nice kids through and through. Well, from those I know, how right he is! I am beginning to feel I could lead this indolent “life of Riley” continuously except I want to get back on my own two feet and do my stuff. I never did hear how long the life of Riley lasted. Are there any more birds where you are? The birds here at this time of year have the loveliest songs. I noticed them because all I hear in New York are sparrows. Now that the European area is changed it will be interesting to know the changes in the lives of Dan and Lad. By the way, Dan, congratulations. She looks like a very interesting girl, and I’ll be another to welcome her to the U.S.A. I still remember two or three French words. (From Aunt Elsie, Grandpa’s sister, who is a part-owner of a shop in Grand Central Station)

MIG - Jean Mortenson Guion and Marian Irwin Guion, June, 1945

Jean (Mrs. Dick) and Marian (Mrs. Lad)

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Several of the girls went on a manless spree last night, including our own Marian, Jean and Elizabeth. They went to New York and after dinner at a Swedish restaurant, saw a performance of the Voice of the Turtle, the turtle being a turtledove, sort of pigeon to you, and based on a quotation from the Bible which you wouldn’t know about. They ordered the tickets many months ago. Elizabeth put hers in her pocketbook and then promptly proceeded to lose her pocketbook, including also her operator’s license and some three dollars in currency. An ad in the Bpt. Papers brought no response but the theater management were considerate and, no one occupying the seat, she had no trouble.

Dave, right at this moment, I miss you. Reason? The Young People are pounding away on the old pianola and singing, the piece being your old favorite, “The Donkey’s Serenade”. Quite like old times and I can almost see you walking in the doorway while I am pounding out this letter. Every once in a while it goes off key as of old.

Erwin Laufer is still at home, as far as I know, but he has not yet put in an appearance. I guess he’s kind of bashful about meeting the girls (Jean and Marian, who are living with their father-in-law while waiting for their men to come home). He could probably brave one alone, but with two of them ganging up on him, he would probably rather charge a Jap foxhole then take the dreaded step.

Aunt Betty, for the past week or so, has been a very devoted nurse, carrying up meals to Elsie and waiting on her hand and foot (or should I say leg), in addition to cooking supper for us all. She has really become a very good cook, but doesn’t believe it when we tell her, thinking that “we are only saying that to please her”. She doesn’t enjoy the job, but carries on with it valiantly just the same – – all the more to her credit.

Sparked into action by a question from Marian the other night, I got out the Atlas to try to locate the Florida Islands which Dave mentioned in his last letter, and found it close to Guadalcanal, but as a byproduct, we are much surprised to see, with the map of the wide expanse of the Pacific before us, how much progress we had made since Gen. MacArthur started in the Pacific. Cheer up, Dave, maybe the higher ups in the Jap government will see the uselessness of fighting on and give up to save what is still left instead of going Germany’s way. Here’s hoping anyway. Meanwhile, to you all, boys of mine, keep well and come back to your old dad, safe and sound.   DAD

Tomorrow, I’ll be posting a letter written by Lad to his father on the same day this one was written, but wasn’t received until May 24th.

On Saturday and Sunday, two more segments of a Tribute to Arla.

Judy Guion

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