Army Life – Dear Dad – Marian’s Arrival in Jackson, Mississippi – September 4, 1944


MIG - letter to Grandpa after arrival at Jackson, Miss., Sept, 1944



Dear Dad: –

Practically a week since I’ve been here in the fair city of Jackson – and high time that I got a letter written to you. On the last day of our trip we had tire trouble – not too bad, really, and considering the roads we went over, I’m surprised we didn’t have more. One of the trailer tires went out, and we had to use the spare one for the car on the trailer, but as long as it was the last day of our trip, I didn’t mind so much. I was sure that we could limp in for the last hundred miles, and we did. We got our signals mixed and came into Jackson a different way than we had planned, so we stopped by the camp to see if we could reach the fellows by phone so that they would know we had arrived safely. While I was waiting in the Provost Marshal’s office for the message to be put through, the fellows arrived at the gate, ready to go out for the evening. We really timed that meeting well, and Lad, wonderful person that he is, had already found a place for me to stay – so I didn’t have any house – hunting problems the very first night. We are looking now, however, for an apartment, but they are very few and far between. But I have plenty of time during the day to hunt, and if the weather were just a little cooler, it would help a lot. We certainly can’t say very much for the weather down here. It is awfully hot and very, very humid, and the nights don’t cool it off at all. They do get thundershowers quite frequently, though, and they help a little.

Lad’s present training set up consists of night classes – he is to do part of the instructing – so I might be able to see him just on the weekends. So far he has gotten out of camp every night, but he has to be back there by 1 AM. We think that after the training program gets going, these rules might be changed – we hope! Lad probably told you about the camp set up here. If it weren’t for so many trivial rules and regulations it wouldn’t be a bad place. But as long as we are in the Army we take what is handed us without too much griping or fussing. It doesn’t do too much good, anyway, but it sometimes helps a little.

I’m waiting to see what Lad’s hours are going to be before I see about a job, but it will help during the week if I can have something to do. And maybe it will keep my mind off the foul weather.

On the way here, we drove right past the main gate of Camp Crowder, and I wished that I had had time to stop to see Dave. I wasn’t too presentable, but thought maybe he would excuse me. However, we were a little late so I didn’t stop – maybe it was just as well I didn’t as Dave was out on maneuvers then so I couldn’t have seen him anyway.

We received a letter from Ced last week, in fact, two of them. One was written in March sometime and failed to reach us at Pomona. He mentioned a package we were supposed to have received, so we have started tracing the missing link. Maybe it will turn up the way the picture did.

It’s almost time to meet Lad for dinner downtown so I’d better close – until next time.

All our love,

Lad and Marian

For the rest of this week, I’ll be posting a long letter from Grandpa to family members far from home.

Judy Guion


Army Life – Lad Answers Questions About Marian – October 25, 1943

Today, a letter from Lad to his Dad, addressing all the questions Grandpa asked in Monday’s letter. Marian even adds a few words at the end.

                        Lad – 1943

October 25, 1943

Dear Dad:-

Marian (and please note it is spelled with an “A”) has asked me to tell you that this paper is some I borrowed from her, thinking, I imagine, that blue writing paper is not very masculine, but even at that, it is satisfactory as far as I’m concerned. I can write what I wish, and you can read it – so it is satisfactory.

I got your airmail letter today and after discussing proper contents, pro and con, we have come to this conclusion.

Financially, believe it or not, we think we are O.K. We have gone into the matter quite deeply and scientifically and see no need for additional funds. A budget has been worked out, and even being very generous to ourselves, our combined income (about 51% in favor of Marian) covers everything very adequately. Her parents, although I have never met them, seemed to be wonderful, and insisted upon taking care of the wedding. That expense, therefore, is eliminated. A second elimination comes from the fact that Marian does not want an engagement ring. And she is very definite about it. I bought an identification bracelet home from S A (South America, Venezuela to be specific) which I shall give to her in its stead. So, Pop, forget about the financial matters for the present.

I have worn this bracelet continuously since I found it after Mom passed away in 2004. It has only come off prior to surgeries. On the front, the raised letters say”LAD”; on the back: “A.P. GUION, TRUMBULL, CONN.” Notice the two gold nuggets in the chain.


And, like Dick and Jean, since plans cannot be made at present with any certainty, and we shall have to live in furnished apartments for the time being, I think, or I should say we, that the idea of a gift should be forgotten for the present. We promise, however, that when the time arrives you shall be duly paged and solicited. I’d really like to know how Venezuela Petroleum stands, if you can find out anything about it. Marian’s Dad, like yourself, since he was reared at approximately the same time (and I wouldn’t say either of you is “old-fashioned”), gave the impression that he would like to be sure that his daughter will be able to live the life she has been accustomed to. I answered that satisfactorily, I guess, since he said nothing more. And anyway, I have a little confidence in myself, to boot.

Now to answer a few questions from Sunday’s letter–

It will be an afternoon wedding in “The Little Chapel of Flowers” in Berkeley and I definitely will wear my uniform. Uncle Sam is still around. It is, the Chapel, I mean, not a part of a church, but very popular as a place for weddings and if Marian can have the minister she wants, he will be a Presbyterian. I am trying to arrange a seven-day leave, but I think I’ll end up with a three-day pass, since time is so short, we are driving up. The train connections are poor and it is quicker by car, due to the mountains. Marian will be entitled to the allotment, which brings my monthly salary to about $100/month. For the present, I don’t need any of my things, but I’ll let you know, if and when.

Marian is 5’5” in her bare tootsies and is far from slim. In fact, on the plump side, and (just a moment while I asked her) she hasn’t voted for Roosevelt all her life, and she says she very definitely likes father-in-laws with Hay Fever. You say, – “You can think of a lot of other things I’d like to know” – Marian says’ Oh, really?” And I echo her sentiments, – “Oh, really?” If you want to know more right away you’d better ask some more questions. One thing, however, she doesn’t like turnips, and neither do I. Well, Dad, Marian is just making some coffee and a snack, so I’m afraid I’ll quit right now. My love to Aunt Betty and remember me to everyone.


P.S. – Hello, Dad. Things are so very clear to us that we just assume that everyone else knows all the details too – perhaps, by the next three or four letters, all your questions will be answered. Will write again soon.

Love – Marian

Tomorrow and Friday, another letter from Grandpa’s Distribution Center. 

Judy Guion 

Honoring All Servicemen and Women – Especially My Dad and Uncles – 1942-1946

This post first appeared on my Blog February 12, 2013. It was part of a series of Guest Posts written by gpcox  concerning areas of interest during the War. 


I’m pleased to present this Guest Post from gpcox addressing how the Technical and Ground Forces all worked together to create success in their endeavors, which ultimately won the war. Without cooperation between all seven departments, nothing could have been accomplished.

As readers of my blog, are aware, my father, Everett “Smitty” Smith was a sharpshooter trained as a paratrooper and gliderman with the 11th Airborne Division in WWII, this put him in the Ground Force.  But, neither he nor the rest of the soldiers would have gotten very far without the Technical services as each department of the Army worked to support the other.  Should one fail in the chain, a devastating domino effect might hinder or stop the rest.

The Technical Services of the Army Service Force during WWII was comprised of seven departments: The Corps of Engineers, The Signal Corps, Ordnance Dept., Quartermaster Corps, Chemical Corps, Medical Corps and as of 1942 the Transportation Corps.  These operated either behind the scenes or in unison with the 91 divisions of Ground Forces that were designated as: infantry, armored mountain, cavalry and airborne.  In this article I hope to explain how the Guion brothers you have come to know on this site aided soldiers like my father.

Alfred (Lad) Guion in California

Alfred (Lad) Guion was a sergeant, Chief of Section, with the Ordnance Department.  He was an instructor in California and Texas and then on assignment in France.  The technicians, both automotive mechanics and small arms experts worked diligently to solve the problems which had not been foreseen in Aberdeen or Flora.  Equipment was fiercely battered and the need for repairs was imperative; supply problems alone kept these men busy.  Ernie Pyle once wrote, “This is not a war of ammunition, tanks, guns and trucks alone.  It is a war of replenishing spare parts to keep them in combat…”  The smallest nut or bolt missing could keep a G.I. from accomplishing his task.  In the Third Army alone, maintenance crews put back into action more guns and vehicles than were lost by four entire armies in one month.  According to Lt. Gen. Levin Campbell, Jr., “Collectively they [Ordnance Crews] turned out a mechanical and technical superiority for American troops which no other Army in the history of the world has ever equaled.”  Therefore, as you can see, I have not exaggerated my praise of their contributions.

Daniel Beck Guion (Dan)


Army Map Service

Daniel Guion was a Field Surveyor and as such would be required to record field data, prepare sketches, determine angles for targets and/or develop accurate maps.  Without these men, the soldiers would be unable to acquaint themselves with the terrain the enemy was in and ammunition would be wasted while attempting to target enemy fortifications.  Engineers used the surveyor’s knowledge to construct roads and airfields.  Although photogrammetry was being used for aerial maps, accuracy still required points on the ground and creating grids.

Richard (Dick) Guion was a linguist and acted as a liaison with Brazil.  Many are unaware of that country’s involvement, but Dick’s fluency in Portuguese and Spanish was very useful to the U.S. government.  Brazil originally dealt with both the Axis and Allied powers, but declared war against the Axis on 22 August 1942.  The United States built air bases to support aerial runs over North Africa as well as the China-Burma-India Theater.  The Brazilians also sent 25,000 men to fight fascism under the command of the Fifth Army and their air force flew American P-47 Thunderbolts.  One of the main reasons that Brazil entered the war was the diplomatic actions of the American liaisons.  The country was an important strategic point for the Allies and was considered “The Springboard for Victory” for the fighting troops in North Africa.  This was one more service working behind the scenes and whose efforts saved countless lives.


Radioman - WWII

Dave Guion was in the Signal Corps and very adept in Morse Code, radar and trained as a radioman.  His primary mission would be to provide communication for the scattered elements of an operation and headquarters.  To keep everyone coordinated as to the on-going events as they unfolded.  There would be equipment with a command company, field operations and headquarters.  Whether it was a stationary complex or mobile radio, each unit found contact essential.  The maintenance of this equipment was their responsibility.  When you read in my blog of smoke and wig-wag signals, it was these men indicating the proper target for a jump or bomb; whatever was needed.  By 1942, signal communications had expanded into large networks of telephone, teletype, radio and messenger services that produced results 24/7 wherever the battles raged or lines formed.  They dug holes, laid wire, planted poles and repaired damaged areas of wire.  It would not have fared well for the fighting units to be without these men.

Cedric (Ced) Duryee Guion


Airplane Mechanic - WWII

Cedric Guion was an airplane mechanic in Alaska.  As a bush pilot, he was capable of locating downed planes and bringing them in for repairs.  As of 22 May 1942, Intelligence knew Japan was about to attack Midway and the Aleutian Islands.  Within ten days, Kiska and Attu were occupied by the enemy.  Ced’s position was crucial.  The air war increasingly grew well into 1943.  After consistent air and naval bombardment, the U.S. and Canadian troops finally found the Aleutians deserted by Japan.  Although he remained a civilian employee, he operated on a military airfield.  His technical expertise kept the American pilots in the air which was their essential mission.

There was also the Medical Corps, the 221st operated with the 11th Airborne Division and other positions of the technical branch, but perhaps we will discussed them at a future date.  For right now, I sincerely hope you enjoy both this blog  and mine.  Thank you for taking the time to read.

References and photos:

U.S. Army, “The Pacific War” by John Davison, National WWII Museum, HyperWar Federal Records, and numerous Technical Service Associations

I am continually surprised by the detail and research that gpcox does before posting on and guest posting on my blog. Please leave a comment and let us know what you think of this post and previous posts by gpcox.

Tomorrow, I will begin posting another week of the early childhood memories of Grandma and Grandpa Guion’s children in a series I call “The Beginning”. 

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad, Aunt Betty and Jean From Marian – Pomona to Jackson – August 28, 1944

WaKeeny, Kansas,_Kansas

Saturday night

Marian Irwin Guion at Trumbull - 1945 (cropped)

Dear Dad, Aunt Betty and Jean –

Something tells me that this letter should be a clever epistle, containing references to cross country pioneering, etc. etc., but I’m afraid I don’t have the time or energy to think of something suitable. But I do want you to know that so far we have had a pretty good trip, we are making good time, the car and trailer are holding together, and that I am getting nearer and nearer to Jackson, Miss. (Hallelujah !!! It can’t be too soon for me)

We are traveling across the country by way of Route 40 and then will turn south at Kansas City and go practically straight down to Jackson (and I do mean Jackson – not the other place you might be thinking of –. Something tells me they are both alike in one respect – the weather). Except for the first two days, we have had a very nice trip. We had to get a new exhaust pipe the first day, and a new thermostat the second. But that is all and now the car is behaving beautifully. Incidentally, Lad doesn’t know about the new parts I had to get – I was afraid he might worry about the car and the shape it might be in, so I’m waiting until I can see him to tell him about it. He has enough to think about already. He left on Monday, by troop train, and I think they should have arrived today (Sat.) Surely they will be there by tomorrow, at the very latest. We expect to arrive in Jackson on Tuesday, if all goes well.

It has been a steady trip, but not particularly tiring. So far we have had excellent luck in getting gas and finding a place to stay each night. We hope our luck continues.

We have been through some very beautiful country. The Salt Lake desert is very hot and dry, but the past two days have been cool and comfortable. In fact, this morning we were downright cold. We were going through the Rockies and at one time, were at an elevation of 11,315 feet.

Will write and let you know our new address as soon as possible. We are keeping our fingers crossed hoping that we will be able to find a decent place to stay in Jackson. The uncertainty of the housing situation just adds a little interest to our travels. So far we have been very lucky.

With all my love,


P.S. – Isn’t Camp Crowder near Neosho, Mo?  ( )We are going through Neosho, and if I had any way of finding Dave in a hurry, I’d love to stop and meet him. But knowing Army camps as I do, I’ll have to wait, I guess for a more opportune time. I’m really sorry, coming so close to his camp and not being able to stop –


Tomorrow, I’ll begin posting Voyage to Venezuela, a trip Lad took in 1939 similar in the beginning to the one taken by John Jackson Lewis. The beginning of this trip is a complicated story of how Lad got a job in Venezuela and the bureaucratic process necessary before his trip actually began. Lad did not suffer from sea sickness as much as John Jackson Lewis did, so so we have a little more information on the trip.  Lad, in his typical attention to detail, gives us quite a visual experience. I hope you enjoy it.

I find it interesting that Lad and Marian’s great-grandfather took a similar trip eighty-eight years apart.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad From Lad – Pomona to Flora – August 27, 1944



BOX 491


Sunday, August 27, ‘44


Flora, Miss.

Dear Dad: –

Well, as you probably have realized from the change of address card sent you from Pomona, I have moved and am holdup in the God – forsaken place known hereabouts as Flora. If you can’t find it on any map it is about 19 miles north of Jackson. We got in here after a train ride that entailed only one disconcerting factor, namely a hot box at 0300 Wed. morning and held us up a couple of hours while they rounded up another car and had us change over. We left Pomona Monday at 1700 and went northeast through New Mexico and Nevada and about 35 miles from Oklahoma City we changed from Santa Fe to Rock Island and went south to Fort Worth were we developed that hotbox mentioned earlier. At Fort Worth we turned east again and went via Illinois Central to Jackson and thence north to Flora. We got into Army Service Forces Training Center (ASFTC), Mississippi Ordnance Plant (MOP), at about 2400 Thursday and were allowed to sleep Friday morning until almost 0830. Friday we did very little and since we had no passes available, I went to bed Friday night after looking over a little of the Post. Saturdays we will get off at 1500 and so yesterday I took a pass and first went into Flora which is about 5 miles from the post. I went from door to door trying to get a lead on someplace, even if only a room, and was unsuccessful. I did get a line on a couple of places that should be fairly clean and nice which will possibly be vacant about the first of the month, but nothing immediately available and since Marian will probably be here about the middle of the week, I decided that I had better go into Jackson and see if I could find something there temporarily. I finally found a waitress in a restaurant who knew of a room that would be open beginning tomorrow and I went out to see the place last night and took it. At least Marian will have a place to go to. Here is the deal and why it is so hard to get a place. Jackson, with a population of 62,000 plus, is the center of an area here around which there are five large army camps and a small PW camp (prisoner of war). Therefore the population of Jackson swells on weekends to well above the 100,000 mark and during the week it is always crowded. Hotels and rooms are at a premium and if the girls get in fairly late they may have no place to stay. But that difficulty is settled now. I expect Marian about the middle of the week

That just about covers everything that has happened to us since you last heard from us in Pomona. I got a letter from Marian and she is coming east and had had no serious difficulties as far as Salt Lake City.

I got an absentee ballot from Helen Plumb today and I think that I’ll fill that out tonight and send it in. I’m on C.Q. today, and that is the first company duty I have had in a long, long time. I think the last I had was in Texarkana last February. You may send that package to me at this address, but it looks as though this may not last more than five or six weeks. I hope not. It is terrifically uncomfortable here due to the high humidity and the hot sun. And it doesn’t cool off here like it did in California. Southern California really is a nice climate and a very likable place. I hope that if we move anywhere else in the states it is back to the West Coast. I’m sitting here and the perspiration is running off me worse than it did in South America, and that is HOT.

Well, Dad, give our love to everybody (I know Marian would wish me to write for her too) and announce our new address. Until the next – –  Lad

Tomorrow, a page from Grandpa, Tuesday and Wednesday, two pages from Ced, Thursday a note from Marian and on Friday, a long letter from Grandpa to his Offspring.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad – Marian Writes to Dad – Still in Pomona – August 14, 1944


Lad and Marian in Pamona

           Lad and Marian in Pamona



Dear Dad –

Yes – Here we are again. Still sitting in Pomona wondering what we’re going to do next. Evidentially there was too much publicity regarding the current move of the 142nd Battalion (practically everyone in Pomona knew about it!) – or maybe they were unable to get a troop train – or maybe just because. Anyway, we haven’t gone yet, although we are practically completely packed, and have gotten our gas coupons. But I refuse to unpack our things again, so as long as my last box of soap flakes holds out, we are all right. Lad’s sun-tans are receiving the best treatment of their lives – washed by hand, and in Lux, no less, but we are skeptical about sending them to the cleaners or the laundry for fear that we will move out suddenly and he won’t have anything to wear. Such a life! But we don’t mind – the longer they keep us here the better we will like it. We don’t dare get too optimistic, but the war news seems to be getting so much better that a week or even three or four days means an awful lot in the way of new developments.

Lad and I had a holiday yesterday. With another couple here at Pomona, we spent the day at Lake Arrowhead, one of the most scenic spots of Southern California. The Lake itself is at an elevation of 5125 feet, and is situated in a lovely forest. We spent a couple of hours out on the lake in a sailboat and had a perfectly glorious time. As three of us were land-lubbers from way back, Lad was the Skipper, and had to do most of the work. But he didn’t seem to mind, and in spite of the fact that we all came home with glorious sunburns, it was well worth it.

Thanks for enclosing those clippings of Ernie Pyle’s on the Ordnance Department, Dad. They were most interesting and reassuring – Lad has always said he wouldn’t be up at the front lines, if he did go across, but I’m still keeping my fingers crossed that he won’t be sent over, at least until they’ve stopped fighting over there. Is that too selfish of me? I know it would be a wonderful experience for him, but…..  !!!!

Who knows where our next letter will be mailed, but we’ll keep you posted.

All our love,


P.S. This page is supposed to be for Lad to add a word or two, but he seems to be quite busy now, working on our cameras. He says to tell you that he hasn’t forgotten you, and one of these days he’ll get around to writing you a letter – until then, he sends all of you his love.

M –

This Change of Address was sent to Grandpa. It is dated August 16th, sent August 19th, 1944. Lad’s new address is in Flora, Mississippi.


During the rest of the week, a letter from Rusty Huerlin to Ced, and a letter from Grandpa to his sons.

Judy Guion

My Ancestors (33g)- Alfred Peabody Guion – Marriage and World War II (2)

(1) Alfred Peabody Guion; (2) Judith Anne Guion.

Lad and Marian in the Irwin’s back yard, 1944

Excerpt from a letter to Grandpa from Marian, written on a Monday, with a note in Grandpa’s writing: Pomona, Calif 7/10/44:

“Wish I could report some definite plans that the “Roving Guions” have made, but so far everything is still very much up in the air.  We might be here 2 days, 2 weeks or even 2 months – we just don’t know.”

Excerpt from a letter written by Marian on Monday (Grandpa’s handwriting: Post marked 8/7/44.)

“I know that the minute I put down in writing the fact that “we thought we were going to stay here for a while” the Army would change our minds for us….. Lad is supposed to leave here Wednesday or Thursday for Flora, Mississippi, and I am going to drive the car and meet him there – or rather at Jackson, Mississippi, for there is not much more than the Army Post at Flora.”

Excerpt from a letter written by Marian on Monday, 8/14/44:

“Yes – Here we are again.  Still sitting in Pomona wondering what we’re going to do next.  Evidently there was too much publicity regarding the current move of the 142nd Battalion (practically everyone in Pomona knew about it!)  Or maybe they were unable to get a troop train – or maybe just because.  Anyway, we haven’t gone yet, altho’ we are practically completely packed, and have gotten our gas coupons.”

NOTICE OF CHANGE OF ADDRESS, dated August 16, 1944, with an address for Flora, Mississippi.

Excerpt from a letter to Grandpa from Marian, written Saturday night from Wakeeny, Kansas (Grandpa wrote 8/28/44):

“Something tells me that this letter should be a clever epistle, containing references to cross-country pioneering etc. etc., but I’m afraid I don’t have the time or energy to think of something suitable.  But I do want you to know that so far we have had a pretty good trip, we are making good time, the car and trailer are holding together, and that I am getting nearer and nearer to Jackson, Miss.  (Hallelujah !!!!  It can’t be too soon for me)”

From Life history of Alfred  P.  Guion:

Flora, Miss. – 9 weeks – Instructor, Automotive electricity;

1 week – designing plan for overseas base shop

Excerpt from a letter to Grandpa written on a Wednesday (Grandpa’s note: Jackson, 9/14/44):

“We’ve moved again, but not out of Jackson.  Our new “home” is very much nicer than the 1st 1, and we have kitchen privileges, so we don’t have to eat out.  And from what we’ve sampled of Southern cooking, we are just as glad!  Somewhere along the way I’ve been sadly misinformed about Southern cooking.  (That’s not the only a dissolution – I imagined sitting on a porch, sipping mint juleps and sniffing magnolias and honeysuckle! something is definitely wrong! Mississippi is as dry as can be, and beer is a poor substitute for a mint juleps!”

Excerpt from a letter Marian has written to Ced on it Tuesday, ( I checked the calendar and believe it was written October 2, 1944):

“We had a very pleasant weekend this last week.  (Sounds peculiar, but you know what I mean!)  After various telegrams 2 and fro, we finally made connections and were able to spend most of the weekend in Little Rock, Ark., with Dave.  He had gotten a 3-day pass from Camp Crowder, and lad had gotten a weekend pass, so as Little Rock was practically the middle point from Camp to Camp, we drove up and Dave came down on the bus……  – Now I’ve had the pleasure of meeting the 3 of the Guion boys two more to go.”

Excerpt from a letter from Marian to Grandpa on a Thursday (Grandpa wrote Jackson, 10/26/44):

“The Battalion has been issued new clothes, and they have been given until Nov. 1st to dispose of their cars, but it seems to me we went through this routine once before at Pomona, and look how long it took us to get out of there!  Nevertheless, we are re–arranging and packing as much as we can, so that I can leave here on a moments notice.  We haven’t the slightest idea which P.O.E. the fellows will be sent to, but in case it is New York, or its vicinity, I’d like to be around there as quickly as I can get there, in case Lad has a chance to get away for even a few hours.”

WESTERN UNION TELEGRAM to Grandpa dated Oct. 31, 44:



Excerpt from another letter to Grandpa from Marian on a Wednesday (grandpa writes Jackson,11/1):

“All the wives are supposed to have gone home, and no more private cars on the post.  But lad took the car today, anyway.  He’s going to park it outside the gate, so that I can pick it up if he gets restricted……  Just to be on the safe side however, we packed the trailer last night, so that it will only take me a few minutes to put the last minute things into the car and be on my way home.

Incidentally, Dad, I’m really looking forward to living there at Trumbull.  It seems to me to be the best place of all, other than actually being with Lad, and think of the extra nice company I’ll have…..

I’m leaving here tomorrow or Friday, at the very latest.  When Lad comes home tonight, he’ll know a little more about their coming restriction, I think, so that he’ll have an idea whether or not he will be able to get home tomorrow night.  If he can all stay until Friday, but I’m pretty certain I’ll leave then.  So if everything goes according to schedule, I should be home sometime Sunday, probably late in the evening.”

Note added to the end of this letter by Lad:

“Marion is a wonderful girl, Dad, so please take care of her for me.  My happiness, and practically my life, is wrapped up in her.  I know you will, tho’, even without my asking.”

From Life history of Alfred P.  Guion:

Nov, 1944 – shipped over