World War II Army Adventure (34) – Belittling Army Organization – June 7, 1944





7 June 1944

Dear Dad – –

Enclosed is a piece of paper which is to be used as a sample for getting me a package of same.  If you can figure out what I mean – you’re a better man than I am.  I started the sentence without first constructing it in my mind – that is the result.  It’s for a T/Sgt. (?) friend of mine – he can’t get any down here.  When (if) I get home I’ll tell you all about him – and also a T/5 that I know.

I got a big kick out of a letter I just got from El (Eleanor Kintop, hid girl back home).  She was belittling Army Organization were not allowing me to come home for graduation.  At the time she wrote it – there was a letter in the mail for her from me saying that I would very likely be home.

Well got to get some chow in my stomach.



Tomorrow I will begin a week of letters written in 1939. Both Lad and Dan are still in Venezuela but Lad is no longer working for Inter-America. Dan is still working for Inter-America out in the field but is seriously thinking of heading home in the next few months. Grandpa is fed up with the treatment shown to his two sons and goes on the offensive, starting with letters to Venezuelan Government officials.

Judy Guion




2 thoughts on “World War II Army Adventure (34) – Belittling Army Organization – June 7, 1944

  1. Nemorino says:

    Since I have been reading (and ‘liking’) your posts for quite some time now, I thought I should say what attracted my attention.
    The first thing was the house. One of my uncles (my mother’s older brother) used to own a big house in Connecticut, and in the summer when I was twelve he invited all of us to a family reunion. We children got to sleep in tents on the lawn, which was the big attraction for us.
    Also I take great interest in reading about life during WWII on the home front in a family with several sons in the service. I was just a small child at that time, and had no idea what was going on in the world. To this day I am the only member of my family who has ever served in the American military (I was in Vietnam), since my father and uncles were too young for the First World War and too old for the Second.

    • Judy Guion says:

      Nemorino – Thank you for your comments. I really like hearing from my readers.
      That house draws me like a homing pigeon. Part of the attraction is that it was my home for the first twenty years of my life. Part of it is the history my family created there. Another part is the age of the house and how much of the history of our nation occurred while it was standing there in Trumbull. And then there is the physical beauty of the house. I am awed by the sight of the massive rafters in the attic, the sight of the cuts made by the ax, swung by hired workers, the large pegs holding the structure together. I can imagine the pride of Daniel Hawley as he watched this beautiful house take shape, knowing his daughter and grandchildren would grow up and be sheltered there.
      If you are interested in reading more about the house and it’s early inhabitants, here is a link to information about the house and Nero Hawley, an African-American slave, owned by Daniel Hawley, who served in the Revolutionary War, was granted his freedom and earned a living as a brick maker. The link to the article written about the search for Nero Hawley by his descendants has some additional, if not completely accurate, information about the house after the author made a visit to the Trumbull House.
      Some additional information – In December of 2022, my family will be celebrating 100 years of ownership of this remarkable house.
      Thank you for sending me down memory lane as I read about Nero Hawley and “The Ole Homestead”.

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