Trumbull, Conn., March 21st, 1943
This is the first day of spring and according to the poet, you, being young men, should likely turn your fancy to thoughts of love. Well, have you? Do I have to remind you of the poets statement or are you perfectly capable of turning in this direction without any reminders from your sire? We here are celebrating the vernal equinox by rejoicing in the fact that Dan, for the first time in many months, came home last night on a short leave and starts back again in about an hour. A letter from the hostesses of the Salvation Army encampment at Lancaster wrote me a reassuring letter telling how my boy was enjoying their photograph records and assuring me they were doing their best to make his stay in their city a pleasant one, etc. It gave me an idea. I think I shall start a movement for the benefit of the stay at homes and, based on the Salvation Army letter, would write to the boys in the service somewhat along the following lines:
CIVILIANS BACK HOME CLUB
We thought you would be interested to know that occasionally your father, Alfred D. Guion, visit our market in his free time to obtain meat for his Sunday dinner. On one or two occasions he has actually been able to purchase 1/4 pound of butter.
He drops in here occasionally to inquire about gas or tire coupons. We try to make his long, lonesome hours just a little like the benefits enjoyed in a well-equipped Army training camp.
The elderly gentleman is looking well and likes to come in and chat occasionally about Roosevelt and the New Deal, particularly when the temperature outside is low. (Even then, sometimes we have to open the windows). All in all, we try to make his time back home as pleasant as possible.
MEMO TO CED:
Where were you on the morning of Sunday, March 14th at 9:45 A. M. Eastern War Time? This honorable person was in bed listening to his radio and having tuned in on a station in hopes of something interesting, heard the announcer say the audience would be favored with a cowboy song from our old favorite, “BRADLEY KINCAID”, no less. And what visions and reminiscences did that awake! Shades of Ced and the apartment one cold winter so long ago.
Mr. Ives’s funeral was held in a small chapel adjoining the United Church, cor. Park & State. It was full although I saw only one or two people I knew. He was buried in Washington, Conn. Mrs. Ives is bearing up splendidly I am told. A friend of theirs, Don Trumbull, with his wife and baby are coming to live with her at least for the summer.
Thanks for your letter, Dick. It was quite a surprise to hear from you, but as Jean tells me the idea of the O.C.S. is out, you will probably not want me to do anything further about writing to Col. Weeks or Burton. Undoubtedly, Jean has been keeping you advised of all the news that concerns her. There is one thing I want to ask about. That is the matter of your insurance premium, next due April 1st. This can be handled three ways, (1) you can pay it yourself from Army pay, (2) I can pay it for you and charge it on the cuff, (3) you can make arrangements with the Veterans Bureau (See enclosed pamphlet I obtained for you from Mr. Coville). I don’t know what the “benefits of the act” referred to in the circular are, but you might find out some time when you have a spare moment and then decide if you want me to take over, as I do not think you ought to let the policy lapse. Incidentally, if you have not already arranged to change the beneficiary from myself to Jean, you had better take care of that also (maybe you would like me to get the necessary form from Mr. Coville and send it on to you. If so, just say the word.)
I will post the rest of this letter tomorrow.
On Saturday and Sunday, I’ll continue with posts from Ced’s Coming of Age Adventure.