Trumbull – To My Scattered Flock (2) – Notes to Lad and Marian – January, 1944

Dear Lad:

Alfred (Lad) Guion in California

Alfred (Lad) Guion in California

Christmas seems to be your moving day — at least it was last year and again this Christmas. Well, there is a good precedent. As I recall the Christmas story there were three wise men also from the East who were doing some traveling during the Christmas season some 2000 years ago, which ended up at a lovely manger, the only difference being that they had their star ahead of them all the while whereas you left your star back in Los Angeles. And I’m coming to the definite conclusion that she is a star of the first magnitude. In spite of her disappointment at not being able to spend her first married Christmas with her new husband,  a circumstance which would mean even more to her than it would to many people, she takes it with chin up and a smile on her lips that feel like trembling. And as far as that goes, you’re some soldier yourself. I think I know how bitter the pill is that they handed you but I can find no word of complaint, only the intention to look on the bright side, plus a thought of others. And that brings me to a prediction, which is customarily indulged in by certain privileged persons at this season of the year, and that is that too young folks with the sort of outlook on life that both you and Marian have, meeting reverses and disappointments as they come through life, with a smile, have one of the surest recipes for a long and happy life journey together, and that is what I am predicting for you both right now. In the years to come you will look back on this time with a quiet smile and take deep satisfaction in the fact that you were both good sports about it. Perhaps I am dwelling on this topic too long, but its significance to one who has reached years of discretion is very real. “What are years of discretion?” asks little Johnny, which his father replies, It’s when you’re too young to die and too old to have a good time”.

(Everyone will now get out there address book and record Lad’s new address to wit: Co. 3019, 142 OBAM Bn., OUTC, Red River Ord. Depot, Texarcana, Texas.) What do these initials stand for: OBAM – OUTC?

Dear Marian:

Of course there wasn’t any doubt from the beginning that you were just the right kind of daughter-in-law, because you Blog - Marian Irwin - 1942were Lad’s choice, but now you’ve earned that position in your own right and your last letter puts the finishing touches on it. That’s the real kind of courage that shows just what sturdy stuff you are made of, and I’m proud of you, and glad for Lad and for the future that you are the sort of girl you are.

And before we go any farther I must right here and now record how very pleased and surprised we were to receive your Christmas packages which arrived during the week. They were also attractively done up, but best of all, they seemed to reveal a surprisingly deep insight into the needs and desires of us all. I needed a pair of gloves, but I did not expect that anyone would give me such a nice pair, and I think Ced felt just the same about his. Aunt Betty is delighted with her woolen jacket and asked me to say that as soon as she feels equal to it (she has been under the weather with a cold lately) she will write you a note. Dave was not around when we opened the box so he opened his present later and Elizabeth has not been here since the box came so she still has that pleasure before. There was no card on the box of White Owls but I didn’t need to puzzle it out. Here’s a BIG 1944 to you all.

DAD

Tomorrow, I’ll be posting another letter from Marian and will conclude the week with another letter from Grandpa.

On Saturday and Sunday, more Special Pictures.

Judy Guion

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2 thoughts on “Trumbull – To My Scattered Flock (2) – Notes to Lad and Marian – January, 1944

  1. Very touching, on all counts.

    • jaggh53163 says:

      Liz – Grandpa definitely had a way with words. He expressed himself quite well and passes on wisdom with out “preaching”.I don’t wonder why all the boys – and girls – looked forward to his weekly epistle.

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