Every once in a while, when there doesn’t seem to be much local news to report, Grandpa composes an update of what is going on and where each of the boys are located. In this addition, he also adds news of friends too.
A Page From the Book of Trumbull Personalities
Compiled July 25, 1943
When last heard from was in New Orleans, and may still be there in the absence of any news to the contrary. It was in this city that your paternal great grandfather, in the days just preceding the outbreak of the Civil War, at that time a chaplain in the US Army, insisted on saying the prayer in the regular Episcopal service for “the President of the United States”, and in consequence found half his congregation walking out on him.
( I received the following note from another descendant of this great-grandfather, Rev. Elijah Guion:
Is now a (de-) MOTHER, at least she claims to have spent most of the week past cleaning up her room and spraying her clothes. Tomorrow she starts her quest for a job in Bridgeport, having given Harvey Hubble, Inc. a weeks opportunity to lure her back to her old work.
Has recently been the object of an investigation by the F.B.I. One of their G-man, a very likable chap, has recently called on Police Chief Beckwith, EX-scouter Shaddick, Papa Guion, Mr. Hughes and probably Rev. Douglas Chandler, and from what I am told, the quality of the reports are such as to make a person with only the rudiments of modesty blush violently. During the last week, just before the deadline of the agents report date, a letter from Alaska arrived from the principal, which, while still indicating his adherence to his ideals, proclaimed the practical, common sense of the necessity of force under the world conditions that have developed. I assume this means he will not be classed as a “Conscientious Objector” and have to be included among the bunch of religious fanatics and extremists that constitute the majority, and to which he does not of course belong at all. Whether this now means that his occupational deferment will still enable him to work at Woodley’s, or whether he will join the three other brothers on Uncle Sam’s payroll, is the next question on which an answer is most anxiously awaited. The answer too, will have a bearing on what home visit plans he might have up is long sleeve.
No word this week from our special Topo. Engineer, which I take it to mean, indicated he is still at Indiantown Gap (Pennsylvania). Incidentally I wish both he and Dick would give me some information as to how much quicker the mail would reach them than letters written the regular way.
ALFRED P. GUION.
Has now resorted to the telegraph to keep us home folks posted, “No further news about furlough but just the same send along my valise” is the optimistic message it conveyed. I’ll do just that Lad, if I can locate one that seems to be yours. I hate to send it empty but don’t know what to fill it with. The only reason it will not be on its way to you soon will be a post office regulation limiting size of packages that may be sent to boys in the service without special permission from the commanding officer. You might inquire about this from your end.
Tomorrow, I’ll be posting the rest of this letter with news from and about friends, Peabodys and Duryees.