These are the memories of my Father and his siblings, recorded over several years. When my Uncle Dan passed away, I realized that I had better get started recording the memories of Dan’s siblings before they were also gone. I was able to have two recording sessions with my Father, Lad in California; two with Uncle Ced in New Hampshire, a three-day cruise in our boat with Aunt Biss; one session with Uncle Dave in Stratford, CT and one hand-written session (I forgot my tape recorder going up to the Island in New Hampshire, where Uncle Dick lived) with Uncle Dick. I transcribed them once exactly as they were spoken, again removing the ums, ahs, half sentences started over, etc. I then produced a final copy that was easier to read, but it still needs work getting the chronological order correct. Memories are not recorded with a date stamp. I created 75 binders for family members which include all three translations, pages and pages of photos and memorabilia and the actual recording. Now family members can actually heat their ancestors speaking. It was my first project with all the material my Father saved for me and a true Labor of Love. I hope you enjoy these memories of A Slice of Life at a different time and place.
This picture was taken several years after Lad worked there, Carl Wayne had bought the station from the Kurtz family
CED – Lad worked at Well’s garage, the Well’s Bus Company. He was there maintenance man for years. Later he ran two different gas stations in town. The first was the Mobile station, next to Kurtz’s store. The second was the Atlantic station after it opened.
DAVE – One more thought when your father, Al, had a gas station in Trumbull. I don’t have witnesses but I think Ced told the story. Somebody came in one day, knowing what a great diagnostician your father was, came in and said, “You hear it? Something is wrong with my car. Can you hear that noise?” Your father, without saying a word, turned around and walked away. “Well, what is this? Here I am, asking a question, and the guy ignores me and just walks away.” He was about ready to take off when your father came back and he says, “I think the problem is …”, but he never told the guy he was going off to think about what to say.
BISS – I would not repeat anything about my teenage years.
Dan and Lad used to be competitive with the girls; they always seemed to like the same girls. There would be in upheaval because she would pick one or the other. It might have been Adele O’Brien that they both liked. She was another pretty girl. Jimmy, her brother, was in my class and Adele was older. I think both Lad and Dan took a shine to her. I think it was the most serious difference of opinion; apparently they both liked her, so neither of them married her.
“The Gang” on the Summer Porch at the Trumbull House – 1938
Front row, L to R: Edna Traphagen, Tessie Mikita, Edna Bebee, Jane Mantle, Richard Christie, Dave Guion, Dan Guion,
Back row: Peg Bebee, Lois Henigan, Helen Smith, Bill Slausen, Arnold Gibson. Barbara Plumb, Lad Guion, Ethel Bushey, Pete Linsley, Doris Christie
There were a whole bunch of us that were friends and hung around together. There was Ethel Bushey, Doris Christie, Jane Mantle, Barbie Plumb and Jean Hughes. Some of the guys we hung around with were Zeke (Raymond Zabel, her eventual husband) Zeke’s brother Erv, Fred Karn and his brothers Earl and Al, and Rudy Mahulka. At this time Zeke lived up on Daniels Farm Road and I guess they were playing with guns. Anyway, Rudy shot the gun and the bullet hit a tree and ricocheted and hit his sister. I guess the bullet was lodged too close to her heart; anyway, they couldn’t operate on it. I think it was about five years later when she died from the gunshot wound. Indirectly, the gunshot wound was the cause of her death. She was another pretty girl.
Some of the other people who hung around with us were Art Christie and George Brelsford. When Zeke’s family moved down onto Park Street, it was George Brelsford’s family that bought their house. Then George moved away and I never heard from him again. But there was Art Christie, Dick Christie went more with Ced, he was the younger brother, then there was Floyd Smith who was an acquaintance.
Tomorrow, Lad’s third day on the Santa Roas as he heads to Venezuela.
On Sunday, more of My Ancestors.