At this point Grandpa’s “Reminiscences of Alfred D Guion” has ended and the rest of this story will be the memories of the children as they were growing up.
LAD – When we started grammar school in Trumbull, we had Emma Linley as a teacher. She and my mother were quite friendly. In fact, she would take me to the Linley’s house, which was in Nichols, and I’d play with the older brother, Bill. Later on, when I could ride a bicycle, I used to go there by myself.
We went to grammar school in the house that the Sirene’s bought. There were two buildings. The one Dan and I went to was divided into two rooms, first through third grade on one side, fourth through sixth grade on the other side. The seventh and eighth graders were in the other building. The two buildings were parallel to White Plains Road with their entrances facing each other. The town moved that other building to the center of town and made it into a firehouse. That was quite a project because they had to have the electric company people and the telephone company people going along with the building. They would take down the wires, and after the building went by, they would put them back up. I guess I went to Sirene’s house for about three years.
Dan and I started school together in Trumbull. I was sent back. I was in second grade in Larchmont but when I got to Trumbull, I was sent back into the first grade and Dan and I started together. We went right together until seventh or eighth … Dan was more of a scholar than I. He skipped seventh grade, I think. I must have skipped a grade (or two) because we didn’t graduate at the same time. I went to high school first and then Dan came.
When we first moved to Trumbull, I met Art Christie, who was a year or two older than I, but we were pals, we played together all the time. Later, he went to school in what became the firehouse. I never got to go to that building, because in 1925, they built Center School, so we went there. The kids who were in the other building, the old firehouse, went to high school. They went to Congress High School in Bridgeport, not Central High School.
At Christmas time, when I was in sixth grade, the teachers selected Bill Hennigan and I to go out and get a Christmas tree. I was a Boy Scout so I had a little hatchet available. Bill and I went out and found the tree we thought would be satisfactory and cut it down. I don’t know how it happened, but maybe we were trimming limbs or something at the bottom, but the Axe slipped and hit my knee. I had quite a bad cut on my knee. I don’t remember the details now, but they must have bandaged it and took me home or sent me home or something. It cleared up all right. Then the next year, Bill and I were selected to go out and get the tree again. They told me to be careful, and I was, but I cut my knee again. For the third year, we didn’t do that.
Tomorrow and for the rest of the week, I will be posting more memories the children have about growing up in Trumbull.