Trumbull, Conn., Dec. 6, 1942
To my little sons everywhere, just everywhere: (a la Mrs. Pennyfeather)
(including Red Lion, Pa., Flint, Mich. and Anchorage, Ala.)
Old Father Guion went to the mailbox
To see if a letter had come
And when he looked in, the mail was so thin,
He sighed, spat thrice and said “mmm”.
And that, my little dears, ends the bed-time story for tonight.
A letter to Barbara (Plumb, Dan’s girlfriend) brings news that one day last week, Dan, while engaging in a heavy bout with Morpheous on his camp cot, was awakened by the news that a visiting soldier was without the barbicon wall (at Red Lion , Pennsylvania) seeking admittance and who should it prove to be but Brother Al (Lad) and a fellow traveler enroute to Flint, Mich. So Lad is on his way but at present I do not know what his new address is to be in that hard Michigan city.
A letter from Grandma (Peabody) describes their rooms in the St. Albans house as large and the ceilings high. She says: “It does make me feel so bad when I realize how near I came to seeing you all before we left, which occurred on the forenoon of Nov. 11th arriving in St. Albans about 10 that evening. Gwyneth Stanley, daughter of Anne Peabody Stanley, divorced from Fred Stanley) is here too, going to high school where she is taking shorthand and typing. She loves Vermont, has spent two week-ends with her father and stepmother and loves the baby. Kemper (Peabody, 2nd son) has a nice office off from the living room. He is retaining his business in Mount Vernon. Dorothy (Peabody, youngest daughter) has the cutest little apartment at #5 Minetta Street, N.Y. City. On Labor Day, Anne (Peabody Stanley, 3rd daughter) went to New York to see Donald (Stanley) who had had his appendix removed. He is now back at training school. Anne lives at 37 Davis Ave., New Rochelle. She has been working in a gift shop there for some time. Larry (Peabody, 3rd son) and Marion are very happy in their place. She did a lot of canning of stuff from their own garden and is very active socially. Alan (their son) had a very short attack of pneumonia but with the aid of the new sulpho drug recovered completely and is now back in school again. We hope to have Dorothy up here with us Christmas if all goes well. I miss her so much. We have been together for so long and she has been so good to me always and taken such splendid care of me when I have been sick. You knew I had a very bad time last February and have been very slow in recovering but I believe I am improving a little more and more. I can’t do any kind of work that takes much action so I have taken the dishwashing job. With love to Aunt Betty and all the Guions in Trumbull and elsewhere,” Her address is Mrs. Anne W. Peabody, Fairfax Road, RFD 2, St. Albans, Vt. Burton’s (Peabody, oldest son) address is Capt. Burton W. Peabody, 1223 11th St., N.W., Washington.
Mr. Ives (neighbor acress the street), I learned, is in the hospital again but Carl says he is expected home soon. A band of Young Trumbullites, who have made McKenzie’s drugstore their hangout for some months, formed themselves into a club and I have let them use the large storage room on the ground floor in the barn as a meeting room. They put up the big iron stove and are otherwise getting it ready for occupancy with comfort during the winter months.
Goodbye for now and don’t go sticking beans up your nose.
Tomorrow, I’ll have a letter from Lad to his Dad and on Friday, a Christmas card for Ced.
On Saturday and Sunday, in a Tribute to Arla, more letters of condolence to Grandpa on the passing of his young wife in 1933.