Special Picture # 340 – Arla Mary (Peabody) Guion with Some of her Children



Arla Mary (Peabody Guion with Alfred Peabody Guion (my Dad) – 1914

Arla Mary (Peabody) Guion with Daniel Beck Guion – 1916

Arla Mary (Peabody) Guion and Richard Peabody Guion – 1922

Arla Mary Peabody Guion with her first five children – Dan, Lad, Ced, Dick and Biss – 1921


Friends – Rusty Writes to Ced Hotfoot Guionferno – June 8, 1944

Nome, Alaska

June 8, 1944

Dear Ced Hotfoot Guionferno –

As I have forgotten how to spell Bill Dowes name and also forgotten the name of (the old) Lonsoac’s # 2  store, will you kindly take the enclosed in and give it to him personally at your earliest inconvenience. Have been waiting to hear from him for two months on picture I sent outside for duplicate.

Trust you got my letter explaining why I did not send ivory etc. to you. Will start purchasing as soon as I get away on trip north. You got the letter so will not have to wear my poor eyes out on this.

You wouldn’t like it over this way. No green vegetables and particularly no fish. Snowing to day and miserable weather. Leaving for God’s country in a month from today. Will write you at greater length — now busy as a cat in a stone quarry.

Guess I’ll have to write you another.

Tomorrow, another, longer letter from Rusty to Ced. The rest of the week will be filled with three letters from Grandpa to his boys (and the two wives) scattered around the world.

Judy Guion

Friends – Don Sirene Writes to Ced – January 11, 1947


11 Jan 1946 or 7

To C.D. (Seedy) Guion:

This is to remind you that I am now a proud Father who is endeavoring to set a good example for his son to follow, but your references to my promiscuous adolescence, when I spent my time with bad company (yours) are undermining the allusion I wish to create. Henceforth please expound my limitless virtues, you will find it saves a lot of expensive stationary.

You had better start polishing up your heretofore coarse language because you will find Trumbull abounding in infants – Namely:

1. – Brion Douglas Sirene

  1. – 3 Guions (Arla, Dan and Paulette; ,Doug and Judy, Lad and Marian)
  2. – 1 Linsley  (Bar and Pete) (Susie, Barbara Plumb and Pete Linsley)
  3. – 2 Waynes (Ethel Bushey and Carl Wayne)
  4. – 1 Hayden (Nancy, Jeanne Hughes and Chet Hayden)
  5. – 2 Whitneys
  6. – 1 Hall (Cindy, Jane Claude-Mantle and Charlie Hall)
  7. and many others of less distinction

Are you planning to give up Alaska or are you simply planning a long vacation? I hear Rusty is also thinking of “going outside”. Anchorage has certainly grown since you went up there. I saw an interview of it in the newsreel. How do you feel about Statehood for Alaska? There is some talk of it.

I’ll be looking forward to seeing you – come spring. You are welcome to visit us at any time (the past tense will not be used in any conversation – naturally).

Incidentally, the “Howdy Club” has disappeared. Charley reports he saw some of its male characters in San Francisco.

Best Wishes

Don Sirene

Apt. 601, 243 Ryerson St,

Brooklyn 5, N.Y.


This letter brings up quite a few questions for me. It is the last one that I have, chronologically, and it was sent to Ced in Alaska.  Ced came home for Christmas in 1946 (I have pictures). Did he go back to Alaska? Why are there no letters? Did they end up with another of my Father’s siblings? I have all the letters from Ced’s wife – at least she and I think they are all the letters. If he didn’t return to Alaska, why didn’t Don know? He knew Dan and Paulette, with baby Arla were in Trumbull, and they arrived December 28,th, 1946,  I believe,. He writes in this letter about seeing Ced in the Spring. It is only the beginning of January and perhaps Ced didn’t make the decision not to return until after the holidays and Don just didn’t know yet.                   

My belief is that Ced came home for Christmas and then made the decision not to return to Alaska. I just can’t accept the fact that Grandpa would not have written to him if he did go back.

In January, I will begin the story at the beginning with  Reminiscences of Alfred Duryee Guion, starting with an introduction and his memories of growing up in Mount Vernon, New York at the end of the 19th Century. When the children start entering his life, I will add their childhood memories, which gives you a glance into the early years of these letter-writers.

Tomorrow, the next selection from the Diary and Journal of John Jackson Lewis as he nears the end of his Voyage to California in 1851.

On Sunday, I’ll tell the story of the childhood of Clara Maria de los Dolores Marina de Beck Guion.

On Monday, I’ll begin posting a week of letters written in 1943. Lad and Marian continue to see each other socially. Dan is in London, in the Topography Battalion, possibly preparing maps for the D-Day invasion .Ced remains in Alaska, Dick is in Brazil, and Dave is at home with Grandpa.

Judy Guion

Life in Alaska – Two short notes From Ced – November 8, 1946

Since Ced was making payments to Grandpa – I’m not sure what the payments were for – I believe he included a check with this note.

Dear Dad,

In great haste.

Letter later.



This is probably the later letter,


Friday afternoon

Dear Papa,

Seems as tho’ I must owe you money in order to send you a letter – nothing to prove otherwise yet, is there? I apologize again and admit you are right as to how it happened. At least I had money in the bank this time.

My plans as proposed in the last letter are somewhat upset. The income tax is 20% up to $2500, 22% up to $4500 and 26% up to $6500. this additional 4% is not as bad as I had supposed, but it looks as though I’m going to have a pretty heavy whack taken out anyway. Hope the “pay-as-you-go” plan will remove sufficient amounts so I won’t have a big bill to pay in March.

Looks now as tho’ I won’t be home till next summer. But now can’t tell it will be any day at all.

When ever it is, I might arrive there with Ginger, the new female in my life. She is brown haired, hazel eyed and sooo affectionate. Her age of course is only three months and her pedigree about like Mac’s,  but she is not as big as Mac and won’t be. I know her mother and that is as smart a dog as I’ve known in spite of her definite Heinz ancestry. If Ginger is half as smart as her mama, she’ll be a brilliant dog.

The ski rally is set for next Wednesday night and I’m chairman of the entertainment committee and must get to work on it right away.

Hopkins asked to be remembered to you and are fine. Nothing from Rusty lately – his address is Ester Creek, Fairbanks, Alaska.

My very best to all of you –


Tomorrow, I’ll be posting the last letter I have. It is to Ced from a childhood friend, living in Brooklyn, NY.

In January, I will begin the story at the beginning with  Reminiscences of Alfred Duryee Guion, starting with an introduction and his memories of growing up in Mount Vernon, New York at the end of the 19th Century. When the children start entering his life, I will add their childhood memories, which gives you a glance into the early years of these letter-writers. 

Judy Guion




Life in Alaska – Don Stanley Writes to Ced – November 7, 1946

Back in September, Don Stanley wrote to his cousin, Ced, asking about Alaska. He and a friend, Norbert Sickle, are seriously thinking about traveling to Alaska in the spring of 1947 and are wondering what opportunities there might be for two young men to earn a living. From this letter, it is obvious that Ced replied to Don and this is Don’s response to Ced.

First Edition: Oct. 28, 1946

Second Edition: Nov. 7, 1946

Dear Ced-

Your most impressive and descriptive epistle was received and the contents duly noted by myself and ptnr. N. Sickle. We have deliberated and thought on this migration matter to quite some extent, as you so advised. But let me tell you a sad story, or at least a part of one. To be more explicit, a circumstance. The Great Migration was, or happily may still is, -not to take place until the spring of ‘47 in any event, and between now and that time many a long and heavy month must pass. I feel that Norb and myself are coming down with that horrible commuter’s disease of the suburbs called “rutitis”. You know what that means: a young man is told that he has a great opportunity, and in consequence he spends the rest of his life riding the eight-five commuters special and the 7th Ave downtown to Chambers Street. I believe that Norb is in a little worse way than I am for he is working in a place with “opportunity”, whereas I absolutely refuse to work anywhere, opportunity or not, unless driven to same. Forcible driven, that is. I believe that I have said enough to let you see what horrible thing is happening. But, still and all, there is a long time between now and the spring, and during this time anything is likely to happen.

We certainly appreciate your letter ever so much, and in direct answer to it we would like to say that we are mostly interested in the out-of-doors activities and means of livelihood: mainly hunting, fishing, golding, etc. etc. etc. (when ah say huntin, ah means fuhs, suh. Fuhs, thet is.) Naturally we realize that we know nothing of any of these business, and are what are called tenderfeets; but we are interested in knowing if there is any feasible chance for success in any one of these ventures for a couple of young green-horns who have a reasonable amount of gray-matter and common sense. In other words, what is the chance of a reasonable return on the original investment (profit is not the great aim, but breaking even at least is a necessity.) So that is that.

Mom (Aunt Anne (Peabody) Stanley) has received a copy of “Freedom and Union”, with which same publication she seems to be vastly enjoying herself and then some. The dinner table has turned lately into nothing more than a battle ground where witticisms, insults, and political opinions are exchanged and forced on one.

Generally speaking, everything is coming along here the same as usual, with all enjoying good health, and all sending on to you the fondest of regards and best wishes of good health and also the hope that you will be around this neighborhood come Christmas time.

Thanks again for your letter, and hope to one day soon see you again – either here or there.


Tomorrow, another letter from Ced to his father and on Friday, the final letter. It is from a childhood friend, Red Sirene, to Ced.

Judy Guion


Life in Alaska – Ced Writes About Coming Home – 10.29.1946

Sunday night

Dear Dad:

Here it is the end of the month and time to write you again as per custom in sending the check, the finale. Contrary to your dire predictions on not receiving word from me after the bill is paid up, I expect, without the feeling of compulsion, that the letters may come more easily and frequently. There has been a feeling of despondency about these checks anyway, as I was always one jump back on the bank account as you found out. I would hold up the check to the end of the month so that I would have time to make a deposit covering the check after payday on the second or third of the next month. I’ve had to drop back 15 days on payments to George Rengard too, and all other bills have had to go a month. Better I should have declared a two months moratorium but my creditors wouldn’t have appreciated it I suppose. Well now that it is done, George should be paid off by the end of November at the latest, and then all I will have is a new big millstone in the form of floats for the Taylorcraft which will run between 6 and 7 hundred for my share.

This brings to mind something which I have been thinking about for the last couple of days. The prices of living are so exorbitant up here that I am becoming very discouraged with the whole caboodle and wondering just what it is getting me. I figured out my year’s income to date the other night and it is due to reach the $5000 mark about the first of December. This will put me in a higher bracket of income tax payments if I continue to work beyond that date. How much I have not been able to determine yet, but if it makes as much difference as I think it will, I am seriously considering laying off for the rest of the year. Should I do this I would probably decide to move to Trumbull for the Christmas season, taking my accrued vacation with pay time which should amount to about one month’s pay. How I could keep this off my income tax for 1946 – don’t yet know, but I believe it can be worked out. My mind was about made up to return to Trumbull next summer anyway, and I might make the switch now if things shape up. Will write more along these lines when I learn more about it.

Received my fourth greeting from the president, the first from Harry, the first part of this month and turned it over to the company only to find they could do nothing about it. (Woodley was in Seattle, otherwise I think something would have been done). I waited for five days to see if anything came up, then when they posted a notice on the board for a replacement foreman to take my place, I figured it was time to quit and make my arrangements. I did quit on the 11th of this month, and that gave me till the morning of the 16th to get ready to be inducted. I was going to try for the Navy but would most likely have been unsuccessful. The night of the 11th the paper had a small article stating that no inductions were to take place after the 15th due to the success of the new volunteer plan of the Armed Forces. This made me wonder, but still, as it was from Washington, and often these regulations failed to apply in Alaska, I went ahead on the assumption that I would go in, and I was almost glad as the above remarks on cost-of-living, etc., might indicate. Well a wire arrived from our Seattle agent suggesting that the company check this regulation in my case, and the upshot of it all is now history. The regulation applied to Alaska also. Instead of going into the Army on the 16th, I returned to my job at P.N.A. at the same job, pay, seniority, etc. Looks as though our side has again squelched a new move by one faction of the mechanics department to get us into the A.F.L. labor union. Due at work at midnight (1/2 hour) so will cut off — love to the gang.

May see you ??? for Christmas.


Tomorrow, a letter from Don Stanley, then another letter from Ced and a final letter drom Red Sirene, a Trumbull friend, to Ced.

Judy Guion


Trumbull – Dear Brigands Large and Brigands Small (2) – News From Ced and Dave – June 11, 1944

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We will have to re-baptize Ced “Arson the Second”. He’s been playing with fire again, the naughty thing. He says: “This time I picked on the poor, defenselessJudy_0003 Fleetster, which, however, refused to bend to my will as readily as did the hangar last June. (Instead of June weddings, Ced seems to prefer fires). For myself I fared about the same as before though a little less severely. It all came about through mixing gasoline and static electricity on a warm sunny day (yesterday). Incidentally, the letter is dated May 29th, received June 5th. “Here was I nonchalantly gassing the Fleetster for a trip to Naknek, finishing filling the first tank and starting to move the gas funnel when, wham, here’s me skidding in colossal haste to the ground amidst flaming gas hose, funnel and a loud explosion from the gas tank and sheets of flame. As luck would have it, the danged wing is plywood and wouldn’t catch like fabric, so I lost my chance – – besides my eyebrows, half my mustache, a good handful of hair, and my composure. From now on I think Woodley’s gassing operations will be done only when hose, funnel and plane are grounded. Really, my listeners, you have no idea how fast it can happen. It recalls the time when Pete Linsley had the same thing happen to his old Franklin. Moral: when gassing, see that at least the metal nozzle of the hose touches the edge of the gas tank.” His school lasts two weeks longer and then comes the test. The pre-induction physical proves his good health and it only remains for Art (Woodley, his boss and the owner of the airfield)  to use his influence, or else…

Yes, Ced, you are right about the source of my information being that Kiplinger newsletter, but didn’t you notice at the bottom of their letter where it says “No quotations”, so of course I had to make it sound original. Why do you show up your old Dad in his harmless little mind wanderings? I am sure the Pamonaites did not receive your package from Tacoma, or they would have mentioned it. Make a note to ask me to send you an asbestos suit for Christmas.

I don’t know who is the more delighted, Dave or his sire, but the fact remains that he is coming home on an emergency furlough June 21st, the reason being, from an Army viewpoint, that the legal matters in connection with the settlement of Grandma’s estate will be up for consideration at that time. The fact that his class at Bassick graduates two days later, of course, is just incidental good luck. His account of the matter is rather interesting:

DPG - with Zeke holding Butch“It WORKED!!! I guess I don’t need to say any more than that, but I think you might like to hear the details. I got your letter and was even more relieved than happy – – and I was plenty happy – – you can see I must’ve had quite a conscience. It still doesn’t seem quite right to me to use Grandma’s will as an excuse to get home. Anyway, this morning I went to see the Captain. He was very informal, gave me the “at ease” right away and I stated my business. I showed him your letter and the documents from the lawyer and at the same time said, “Sir, I don’t know if the Army will consider this of enough importance to grant me a furlough because of it, but my father seems to feel that it is. I thought there would certainly be no harm in trying.” He picked it up and started to read it to himself. There I was hopes high, but common sense telling me: “you’re wasting your time, Dave”. It seemed like a whole night of guard duty before he finally looked up and said: “Yes, we’ve granted emergency furloughs for these things before. I’ll see the Colonel about it and see if we can get one for you.” It was then I realized I had done a good job of holding myself back because I was actually surprised when he said “Yes”. But the surprise quickly led to “sweet ecstasy”. So, even if it isn’t anywhere near definite I think tonight I’m the happiest of all your sons – – yes, even happier than Ced who is celebrating his birthday today, and even happier that Lad, who has the best of wives from all reports, and a furlough besides.

What it is to be young and get such a big kick out of life !

Well, I guess I’ll hobble off to bed.


Tomorrow and Thursday we’ll hear from Grandpa, and on Friday, a letter from Marian  and Lad to the family.

Judy Guion