The Beginning – REMINISCENCES of Alfred D Guion (8) – A Bloody Nose and a Black Eye – 1890’s

The following memories are quotes from “Reminiscences of Alfred D.  Guion, written in 1960 while he was on a four-months “around the world” freighter trip.

                     The new Grammar School in Mount Vernon, NY

If this is to be a truthful account of my boyhood, I now come to an incident of which I am heartily ashamed.  It happened early in my grammar school days.  I was rather a reserved quiet type who did not enter readily into the rougher sports and for that reason was not generally popular.  There was an aggressive, rather bullying type of youngster, taller and heavier than I, who evidently took a dislike to me and made things rather rough.  Being of a sensitive nature, this bothered me and instead of shrugging the matter off as some youngsters might, it kept building up day by day until it must have shown in my attitude.  It came to a climax one noon recess over a game of marbles or some other trifling thing, resulting in Emil informing me as the noon bell rang that he would wait for me and “get me” when school got out that afternoon.

Frankly, I was afraid and when the closing bell rang, I hung back and tried to think of some question to ask the teacher to delay matters.  It was no use and as I finally went out the door there was Emil with a gang of ten or twelve cheering boys.  I panicked.  I had three or four schoolbooks strapped together and heaving them in Emil’s face, I started to run toward home, which was about four blocks away.  Off I went with Emil and the yelling band after me – a Fox with hounds in full cry behind.

Sometime during the chase I came to my senses.  It might have been pride; shame for the cowardly way I was acting; realizing how far I had fallen from the ideals my family had preached; the fact that running would do no good; that sooner or later I’d have to fight anyway.  Perhaps it was a combination of all, though none very clear-cut.  The net result was that I decided to quit running then and there and fight to the last ditch even if they had to carry me home on a stretcher.  So I stopped on the lawn of Chivvis’s house right across the street from mine and faced my foes.

The boys all gathered around in a circle to watch Emil knock the tar out of me.  And I guess he did.  I know afterwards I had a bloody nose and a black eye.  But now I was determined no power on earth could make me quit.  On and on we slugged it out – it seems for hours- and whenever I got knocked down, which was frequently, and one of the boys would ask me if I’d had enough, I replied, “No!”,  and went after Emil again.

I don’t know how many times this happened but often enough so that after a while the boys saw no more sport in the thing – just a dogged determination on the part of one badly beaten kid to refuse to give up.  We both finally became so weak that neither of us could punch anymore and upon my still refusing to admit I was licked, the boys forcibly separated us and he and his gang went their way and I, with one or two whose sympathy I had belatedly won, went to my home, someone having restored my books.

Next day at school Emil and I shook hands.  He admitted he had me all wrong and I told him I was sorry for the cowardly act of throwing my books at him.  From that day on, Emil and I were very good friends and continued so for a number of years until he died in his early youth, the cause unknown to me.

I’ll continue the week with more stories from Grandpa’s REMINISCENCES of Alfred D Guion.

Judy Guion

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6 thoughts on “The Beginning – REMINISCENCES of Alfred D Guion (8) – A Bloody Nose and a Black Eye – 1890’s

  1. DC Gilbert says:

    There is a valuable lesson in this story. Thanks for sharing.

    • Judy Guion says:

      DC Gilbert – Thank you for the comment. I agree with you. Grandpa dispensed quite a bit of wisdom in his letters to his boys but he developed that wisdom from experiences like this in his early childhood.

      • DC Gilbert says:

        I think we could use a few more Grandpas like that in the world today. I would like to share your post if you are okay with that.

        • Judy Guion says:

          DC Gilbert – Grandpa not only influenced his six children in his letters but also his grandchildren. He lived at the Trumbull house in the smallest of 3 apartments. There were 6 grandchildren living in the other two apartments and 6 more in the old servant’s house on the property. Twelve grandchildren were influenced by him on a regular basis. My cousin and best friend, my twin brother and I were all 18 when he died, the youngest was 6.
          I would be honored if you shared my post(s) with your readers. I believe that the traits that guided his life – honesty, responsibility, duty, courage, honor, etc. – are not visible to the younger generations. They are present in quite a few Americans but they are not represented in the main stream media, and therefore are not part of the fabric of their lives.

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