DAVE – Dick, Ced and I, when I could get them to drag me along … there was a whole gang that used to do things together. I couldn’t understand why they did not want me along all the time. Now, I don’t know how they put up with me at all, anytime. I used to go and do things with them. Sometimes we would go for a walk in the woods, we would go to Helen and Barbara Plumb’s house and play tennis. One of the fellows that was part of that gang was a guy by the name of Don Sirene. His father was an architect and he lived in the house that my older siblings went to school in. I remember one day, we were at his house, and we were having hot chocolate. I guess it was Don Sirene who was sitting right across from Dick. Somebody said something funny and Dick had a mouth full of chocolate. Whether it was Don or someone else, I don’t remember, but whoever it was across from Dick got really sprayed. Dick couldn’t hold it in.
As far as games are concerned, I was the consummate athlete. The sandlot game was really an unorganized game when I was a kid. In a sandlot game, a bunch of kids would get together and decide who would get to be captains. One of them would throw the bat in a vertical position to the other captain, he would grab it and then they would put hand over hand until they reached the top of the bat, and that was the guy, whoever was the last to touch the bat, he was the one who would pick first. He would pick the best player, probably, and then the other captain would pick somebody and they would go back and forth like that until it got to me. I always managed to be the last one picked because I couldn’t hit, I couldn’t catch, and no one wanted me as a ballplayer. When it came to football, I was too light and I was too scared, so I was never a football player. I never learned to ice skate until, after I was married, my wife taught me how to ice skate. So, you can see, I was the consummate athlete.
slightly older Dave Guion
In Trumbull, behind McKenzie’s (Drug Store) and a bunch of other stores, there used to be an open lot and we used to play football and baseball there. We had a team called the Trumbull Rangers. We would play basketball and – I say we – they would play basketball, football and baseball. We had a regular club and I was the President. I wasn’t worth a darn as an athlete so … besides, we used to meet in the barn at the Big House. I became the President. That ran for several years. We played other Trumbull teams, we played Bridgeport teams. For a lot of years we never got together. Now, on the first Wednesday of the month, we get together.
We had one fellow, of course this was during the war, we had one fellow who usually was the pitcher and he so badly wanted to go into the Air Force. Whenever a plane flew over, he would stand there holding the ball until the plane got almost out of sight, then he would resume the game. It was kind of like a commercial break, I guess.
Unfortunately, the same fellow – three years before that – was up at the Trumbull Reservoir. There was a cliff up there and he and a couple of other fellows were at the bottom of this cliff. Some kids from Bridgeport – I say this because kids from Bridgeport were bad, either accidentally or on purpose, threw or kicked a rock off the top of the cliff and it hit this kid in the head, so he had a metal plate in his head. When it came time for him to go into the service, he wanted to fly and of course, they would not let him. So he left in the Navy.
Dave after going into the service at 18
I got a letter from him when I was in Okinawa and it had been written maybe two or three days before that, so I said, “My God, he’s got to be here.” As soon as I got a chance I went down to the harbormaster and found out that his ship had just left, so I missed him.
Thursday and Friday, more Memories of Trumbull.