Trumbull – Dear DB, CD and DP – Short Notes and Local News – February 10, 1946

Trumbull, Conn., Feb. 10, 1946

Dear DB, CD and DP,

A cablegram from Dan, a New Year’s greeting from the Senechal’s (Paulette’s parents), a letter from Dave and a letter from your mother’s Aunt Marian (Rudolph Peabody’s mother) in Morgantown, W. Va., is what the mailman left in my lap — yes, even the cablegram arrived by mail, so you’re not as smart as you thought you were in catching me in a misstatement. I am also enclosing for your perusal copy of chapter 2 of Ced’s trek to the far North which I stated in my last letter I had left at the office but afterward remembered I had given it to Elizabeth to read and she had not returned to me. I did however, leave Dave’s letter at the office where I had taken it to make correction in my Addressograph stencils, as in this letter he stated his unit had been transferred to Tokyo, leaving him, however, in Manila. His revised address is Sgt. etc. 4025 Sig. Svc. Det., 5th Plt. Hq. Det. 1, APO 75, c/o PM, S.F. etc. This was about all he had time to write before he was called to duty (Yes, Dave, I called Kilner at once and let her know the new address).

Dan’s cablegram was short but a bit disconcerting. It read: “Register parcels henceforth. Theft evident. Dan.” Unfortunately most of the things he had asked for from time to time, including items of jewelry and a fur coat from Sears Roebuck, representing in all several hundred dollar’s worth of merchandise, had all been shipped before his cable arrived. We are now awaiting follow-up letter which will undoubtedly give us more details on the “theft evident” feature. There has hardly been sufficient time since the coat was shipped to have had it arrive, so I am hoping that will get through O.K. I am sorry now that I did not meticulously set down for record purposes the date of each parcel shipped and the contents thereof so that, if it would do any good, which I doubt, claim could be entered for missing articles. Without this date however, I am afraid filing a claim would be useless. Besides it may not have been that the looting occurred until after it left the jurisdiction of the U.S. authorities, if the packages have been chasing Dan around France under French government auspices. The Senechal card is a very attractive reproduction of the official seal of the City of Calais in colors and extends New Year’s greetings from the Senechal’s to all of us here.

Aunt Marian says her daughter Ruth (Rudolph’s sister) who is a teacher of _______ in the Univ. of Morgantown, has gone on a week’s vacation. She says Rudolph’s hospital unit turned over their hospital to a younger unit last September and then “sat in the mud” until Nov. 14th before starting home, thus missing Thanksgiving at his Madison home. He is now back at Wayne University.

Art Mantle and his new wife are home. She is from California I believe, but I have talked to no one yet who has met her. Red Sirene is now a civilian but it is too soon to have given him time to make any plans for his future. His wife works at McCall’s Magazine and they live in Brooklyn. Nellie Sperling is in the hospital with some tropical hold over from his service in the East. I am not sure whether it is malaria or some other tropical disease. Paul (Warden, he and his family live in the small apartment in the Trumbull House) is now working at Remington and is busy with plans to build a boat in collaboration with Walter Mantle. Zeke (Biss’s husband) is not making as much money now as his time at Singer’s (Sewing Machine) has been cut. G.E. strike still continues. A threatened Bpt. (Bridgeport) Brass strike has been averted. Dave Cronin died very suddenly of a heart attack while driving on White Plains Road in his car.


Tomorrow, more Special Pictures.

Next week I’ll be posting letters from 1942 when Grandpa is writing to his sons who are away from home.

Judy Guion


Trumbull – Dear Rover Boys (2) – Dave Speaks His Mind – February 3, 1946

And Dave says: Jan. 11, Manila. “We got a message through our code room last night from Eisenhower to Gen. Styer and other base commanders stating that all men with 2 ½ years service and 45 points will be home by Apr. 30. All men with two years service and 40 points will be out by June 30th. This second group will include me. I have 32 points as of VJ Day and two years active service as of Jan. 13th — 2 days from now. The message stated that the plan was a must and a minimum. If the men could be released faster than they should by all means be released. After the 2 ½ year man leave Manila (in early April if they are to be in the states by the deadline), then they will start sending the 2-yr. 5-mos., then 2-yr. 3 mos., etc. I figure that I should leave at the latest by May 15th, getting me home about June 15th. If we keep bringing pressure to bear on Washington it can be sooner than that. If we’re actually needed over here “for the good of the country” then I’m the last one on earth that would ask to be allowed to go home, but I think that if the Govt. had worked for weeks they couldn’t have thought of a poorer excuse than to say they don’t have replacements. I may sound cynical but I think that if there is really a dire need for us out here the government could have given us a better reason for keeping us here — even granting that the real reason may be a diplomatic or military secret. Therefore, I’ve come to the conclusion that politics of one sort or another has entered into the matter. I hope I’m wrong but I’ll have to have proof to the contrary if I’m to believe anything else. (Here follows some comments about work at the office) I got your “book” on Christmas activities at Trumbull. I especially liked the part about Marty. There should be more people in this world like him. I hope “growing up” doesn’t change him. I’m in for T/4 again. Some of these days it will come through. This is the 4th or 5th time I’ve gone in for it. (In a letter written the next day Dave says the rating did come through). Do you remember some time ago I had a large filling put in one of my teeth? Well it came out before we landed on Okinawa. (Teeth chattering that much, Dave?) It therefore

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has to come out. My appointment for the dentist today was canceled due to the fact that a Major asked him to do something for him this morning. So now I have to think about how much I don’t want to get my tooth pulled, from now until Monday. I intend to write Lad and Marian to congratulate them, etc., but I know myself too well, so I’ll say it here. “Congratulations to you both! (Or should I say to you three). Here’s wishing you all (that’s leaving it open for more additions) every kind of happiness throughout all the years to come. Love. Dave.

Last night we here discussed plans for the forthcoming house to be erected on the Island and Dick and Marian thought it would be a good idea if they now all pooled their respective ideas (Ced and Dick talked the thing over pretty thoroughly last time Ced was on) and arrived at something more concrete that might form the basis for a place representing the composite of everyone’s ideas. That will leave Dan and Dave yet to be heard from, and when I say Dan, of course I also include Paulette. With Spring now so far off and building materials possibly more generally available, it might not be too soon to look into the preliminary phases of the matter. Financing, of course, is one of the first things to consider and before we can get anywhere with this phase of the matter, we have to have more or less of an idea what the structure will cost and as this will be determined by the size, style, character of building, etc., it behooves us to get our ideas pretty well pooled and in agreement, so open up, ye “furriners” and let us have your European and Asiatic ideas before the crocuses start out of the ground.

Things here are going along as usual. Strikes still occupy news headlines, food shortages, certain articles of clothing, notably men’s shirts and women’s hosiery, still are bothersome, but by the time you get back perhaps things will be more normal. Jean and Dick this afternoon have gone over to visit their in-laws and Lad and Marian have invited Aunt Betty and myself to go to the movies with them — The Bells of St. Mary’s” I believe it is, which means that I shall now have to write finis to this, my weekly offering, and with hope in my heart and a great deal of love and good wishes to you all, subscribe myself, as usual, the same old


I’ll finish out the week with another letter from Grandpa to DB, CD and DP, the boys who are not in Trumbull.

On Saturday and Sunday, Special Pictures.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Dan, Ced and Dave (1) – On My Own – January 27, 1946

I don’t believe this is the picture Lad found. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.

Trumbull, Conn., Jan. 27, 1946.

Dear Dan, Ced and Dave:

You may perhaps recall my story of Finkelstone, from the Bronx, who was drafted, and in spite of his friends predictions, was decorated for bravery when his C.O. armed him to the teeth, sent him to the front lines and told him he was in business for himself. Well, with no letters from foreign parts to quote to you today, I seem to be “on my own”, and you may not therefore expect too much from this epistle.

To Ced, however, I bring what I think may be a bit of good news. Among Lad’s many improvement jobs around the house, he tackled the job the other day of cleaning out the telephone booth with the intention of converting it into a coat closet (and the erstwhile coat closet into a movie outfit storage receptacle). In removing the accumulation of years he came across some papers which evidently Ced had left here on the occasion of his first trip home. Among them I find a Pilot’s Flight Log with official recordings of flying time from October 22, 1942 to October 25, 1942, which shows a total flying time of 30 hours and 30 minutes; also Student Pilot Certificate S-456294, issued June 4, 1942 and Second Class Medical Certificate dated 7/22/43; a D. M. Read diary of his daily doings from June 13th to July 7th; a number of photo negatives (not movies); a day by day recording of Dan’s and his trip from Trumbull to Alaska, starting June 13, 1940 and passenger list of SS Mount McKinley sailing from Seattle, June 26, 1940; a new wrist watch strap and a small box of ski-club souvenirs; also a large photo of a 3-motored Woodley plane outside the hangar. All or any of the above may be redeemed by the owner upon his establishing proof of his identity, pending which they will be held in the Guion vaults.

And while we are in this official vein, let me say to Dave that I am in receipt of a letter from the War Dept., Army Service Forces, Office of the Fiscal Director, Office of Dependency Benefits, 213 Washington St., Newark 2, N.J., Please reply to SPFNE-D-201 Guion, David P., (22 Jan 46) ASN 31 409 102, which says: Reference is made to a Class E allotment of $50 ($50) per month authorized in your favor, effective 1 June 1945 by David P. Guion, Army Serial No. 31409102. Record of this office shows the allotment is paid to date and still active. There is no record of checks having been returned unclaimed. Communication received from the soldier’s Commanding Officer indicates that payments on this allotment have not been received by you. If all payments have not been received, it is requested that this office be notified over your signature, the exact month of missing checks and further action will be taken. L. H. Sims, Brigadier General, U.S. Army, Director.” Perhaps I have been negligent in notifying you, Dave, each month that check has been received and credited to your account, but the record is O.K., and I am sorry if you or your C.O. have been put to any trouble because of my negligence. In this connection, I may say that you are now the owner of 10 shares of common stock in the West Va. Pulp and Paper Co., which I believe is likely to prove a profitable investment, although hardly in the class with Lad’s Venez. Petroleum which rose from 75 cents to $10. in value in a few years. This certificate will shortly be in my safe deposit box, and in case any time I should think it desirable to sell it, I would like you to sign and return to me the enclosed paper.

Tomorrow I’ll post the second half of this letter. I’ll finish out the week with two more letters from Grandpa about news from Trumbull.

Judy Guion


Trumbull – Dear Lad, Marian, Dan, Dick, Dave – Dave’s Plans – Signal Corps – February, 1944

Trumbull, Conn.   Feb. 6th, 1944

Dear Lad,





To one and all, GREETINGS:

Aunt Betty Duryee

There is little if anything to report on the home front this week. Aunt Betty has decided to adopt a hearing aid and has ordered and Accustican which will enable her to be “in” on conversations that are tossed around the supper table with such careless abandon, hear the phone bell when it rings, listen to Smoky’s impartial greeting to friend and foe alike and detect those sly remarks that sotto voce slip by occasionally. Delivery is expected sometime this week. Cost $150.

Dave is again home this weekend. He is still in Camp Devens on detail interviewing newcomers and filling out Form 20. How much longer he will be permitted to stay on this job is problematical, probably not more than two weeks longer at the most.His present intention is to ask to be put into the Signal Corps and if so, may be transferred to Camp Monmouth, N.J., from which point he will not have great difficulty getting home fairly frequently. If he doesn’t like his assignment in this range he will ask to be transferred to the air cadet training work.

Ced is away this weekend, having been invited by Helen Burnham to visit her at college in Mass., where they are having winter sports. He left yesterday fully loaded with skates, skis, etc. Tomorrow his draft board meets in Anchorage and soon thereafter he expects to be informed just how he stands. He has been busy all week cleaning out the attic and burning up the accumulation in the incinerator using the Sgt. Guion blower adaptation for this purpose.

I have been granted permission to buy two new Grade 1 synthetic rubber tires for my Buick which ought to hold me for a while if they are any good. At least they are 5 ply tires so they ought to give pretty good service at the moderate speed with which I operate the car.

We all went over to Elizabeth’s Thursday night for supper and Tuesday I blew the household to the movies —“The Desert Song” in Technicolor at the Merritt Theatre. Tonight at eight o’clock I have to go to my office in Bridgeport in the capacity of Justice of the Peace and unite in wedlock to trusting souls for better or for worse. Returning home, if I feel courageous, I shall then go at my income tax return and see if I can pit my intelligence against that of those Washington wizards who so delight to put mental pitfalls in the way of the unwary taxpayer. If I can’t guess the right answers, who knows but what upon returning victorious from the war you may be visiting your fond father the federal penitentiary.

Barbara (Plumb) is in North Africa somewhere, and according to a letter Kit just received is apparently enjoying herself being stationed in a hotel occupying a room with a balcony overlooking water.

Another welcome letter from Marian just before starting on her Texan adventure and a short e-mail from Dan. Yes, boy, you’re shaving cream, etc. was started on its way last week. I wish you other boys, particularly Dick, would let me know from time to time what your small needs are so that you have some evidence from time to time that your dad is thinking of you. I have an idea for the Texans but from them to, suggestions now and then would be welcome

And that’s about all I can draw out of the hat today. Goodbye and good luck, from


Tomorrow another letter from Grandpa to Dick to finish out the week.

Saturday and Sunday I’ll post more Special Pictures.

Judy Guion


Trumbull – The President is Preparing a Statement (4) – January, 1946

Dear Dave:

It was good to get your side of the story and I’m glad you had the good sense to stay away from what might have ended in a disorderly occasion and might have endangered your good conduct record and possible chances for an early discharge and home-coming. And by the way, I hope I’ll get a letter from you soon telling me just what these chances look like to you now. As I figure it your two years are up and you must have nearly the required number of points. The test, according to Gen. Ike, is whether you are in non-essential work. Let’s hear the lowdown on the situation. Lad has received his camera back again and intended to send it to you but decided that you would be home long before it reached you. And by the way, if you are shipped home via Frisco and not through the canal, Marian suggested that when you dock you call up her folks, listed under the name of Mowry Irwin, address 11 La Noria, Orinda, Calif., phone Orinda 8081, tell them who you are and they will tell you how to get out there to visit them. Also Aunt Dorothy would probably like to have you visit her. Last known address: 950 Pine St, S.F.

Who do you think called me up last week and asked if I could perform a marriage ceremony here? You’d never guess, Sandy Rubsamen. His mother, sister, and three other friends arrived Wednesday night (and cold it was too) and I married them here in the alcove. The girl comes from Pennsylvania. And the day before I married a sailor, just discharged, to the daughter of a former motorcycle police officer named FitzRoy who once arrested me on a trumped up charge of a taxicab man in Bridgeport, claiming he smelled liquor on my breath. And the bridesmaid was — you’ll never guess this one either — Evelyn Hughes.

Were you too young or do you remember that battleship game that Larry introduced us to years ago? The boys found some of the old sheets in the table drawer where they had been reposing for years and revived the craze as far as the family was concerned using all the 40 or so sheets of it we had; so I have asked George to cut another stencil and may send you a few sheets which you may play with some of your buddies to while away some of the tedious hours. And that gives me an idea. We might bring it up to date and instead of sinking enemy ships with gunfire we might modernize it by introducing a carrier instead of a cruiser, and do our sinking with airplanes or possibly atomic bombs. And you might start a craze in Bridgeport at the same time advertising the Guion Co. by getting out some with our name on them and mailing them out with bills, offering to supply additional copies (also with our name on them) on request. See what you can work out in a promotional way on this when you get a copy. What will we put on our giveaway copies as our ad? How will we distribute them? What charge shall we make in quantities if the stunt goes over as a fad? Try your hand at Guion promotional efforts. Right now I’m hoping you can be back early enough this year so that after taking a good rest and loafing until you feel the urge to work, you can still get the hang of things long enough so that I can feel free to get away for a month beginning about Aug. 15th, just before hay fever starts, and spend that unpleasant season at the Island, where perhaps they are free from ragweed and the accompanying hay fever. It’s something to look forward to anyway even if it doesn’t come true.

Tomorrow, the last piece of this letter. It is a letter to Dan with thought and comments on life in Trumbull.

On Saturday and Sun day, more Special Pictures.

Judy Guion




Trumbull – The President is Preparing a Statement (3) – January, 1946

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And Dave gives us an on the spot story of the soldier demonstration which has occupied so much space in the newspapers of late. He says little about himself, which of course would be the most interesting news of all, but the very absence of such comments may of itself be reassuring. He says: “Everything was running smoothly – boats were leaving every day packed with boys bound for Frisco. Then the Daily Pacificcan (our Bible) came out one morning with the statement that a ship had left the day before with 600 empty births. There was the usual noise from the fellows – – maybe a little more vehement than usual, but nothing spectacular. The next day the Pacifican printed the story on Patterson’s statement that he didn’t know points had stopped as of VJ Day. Some of the guys laughed. Others (like me) could see nothing funny in it. How can one have faith in his government when the heads are so ignorant of their own particular departments! The third day the paper came out with the order that men had to be ELIGIBLE to go home on points. Anyone of these stories would have created the usual moaning from the man, but after two days in a row the War Department coming out with this new ruling! They couldn’t have picked a worse time psychologically for their statement. Some of the boys talked of protest but halfheartedly. They become passive in their feelings toward the government and the Army. You often hear, “What the hell!” Or “You can’t beat it”, in a way that shows they are too disgusted to even raise a finger.

The Red Cross holds a forum once or twice a week. Last Sunday’s discussion was the advisability of a peacetime draft. The boys weren’t thinking of this subject and the discussion gradually worked around to the latest government order. More stopped to listen to the arguments. Pretty soon the crowd got so big they went outside. The crowd grew still bigger. It was suggested they break up before there was trouble and they made plans to meet outside City Hall the following morning at 8:30. With a start of 25 at the forum Sunday night, and I don’t know how many at the 8:30 A. M. Meeting where a committee of five were chosen, they ended up Monday night with a group of 20,000 to hear a statement from Gen. Styer. He didn’t like the idea but his hands were tied. Unless these men cause trouble there was nothing he could do about it. That’s what thrilled me, Dad. These men weren’t a bunch of misled sheep that get panicky and cause trouble. They feel something definitely is wrong and that it can be corrected by concerted action. I’ll tell you frankly I didn’t go to any of these rallies because I was afraid there would be trouble. I have been very pleasantly surprised. According to today’s paper it looks as though we may get some action. I hope so.”

Tomorrow, a letter from Grandpa to Dave discussing this issue and other thoughts about Dave’s future.

Judy Guion



Trumbull – Dave’s Induction and a Good Conduct Medal (2) – January, 1944

This is the  final installment of a letter written by Grandpa to his five sons, who are all in the military or working for the military in the war effort.  This is the first letter to Dave who left school upon his 18th birthday and joined up. Grandpa continues to try to keep everyone informed of what is going on in the lives of the rest of the family.

Your announcer for several months past has been able to highlight various items of importance to listeners over this station. In November it was the Guion – Irwin wedding. In December, it was the Alaskan’s return. In January, the youngest son eloped with Uncle Sam’s Army. But that is not all. The month is not finished yet. In fact January has already proven to be a doubleheader and may even become tripodal in character – see Alaska note later. The big news beginning January’s second-half is a broadcast from Brig. Gen. Pleas B. Rogers, U.S.A., Commanding Headquarters, Central Base Section as follows: I quote from the official document received by the proud father during the week-

Subject: Award of Good Conduct Medal to

Daniel B. Guion

Daniel (Dan) Beck Guion

Daniel (Dan) Beck Guion

                             T/5 31041206

                                 Co. A, 660th Engr. Bn.

Dear Mr. Guion:

It is with great pleasure that I take this opportunity

(At this point, I believe Grandpa started another sheet of paper, but the carbon paper was reversed, so I don’t have the rest of the letter.)

Richard (Dick) Guion

Richard (Dick) Guion

In Brazil, actions speak louder than words — anyway they did last week when there arrived addressed to me a most beautiful box of fine Brazilian cigars which I have since been enjoying very much, not only because the cigars themselves are good but because they came from Dick. And when I say “beautiful box” I mean just that. The wood is highly polished, the box well made and is far superior to any packing even the most expensive cigars in the U. S. A. are given. Your gift is truly appreciated, Dick old boy. Incidentally Jean has just received word from Dick that his base has been changed to another location in Brazil. Evidently they spell it Brasil down there.

And now here’s a newsflash just received from Alaska. Ced had made his reservation and was all ???????????????????????????????????????ready to leave for Anchorage via Texarkana and South Pasadena, when a telegram from Woodley Airways arrived informing Ced he had been reclassified to 1-A, and advising him to defer his return until rt Woodley could definitely determine whether another deferment could be procured or Ced would have to be inducted. And that is the status quo of things at the present moment.

And now for local news broadcasts (at this point, Dave, I know you usually tune out, which is your privilege now, but you may under the circumstances stay tuned to this station.)

On invitation from the Lee’s, we all went down to Westport for supper Friday, and as usual, had a very pleasant evening. Ced showed some of the Alaskan slides and movies which they enjoyed. Incidentally, Dan, they have relatives living in London whom they thought you might like to visit – Arthur Toft, 40 Chaucer Rd., Herne Hill, London S.E24.

In today’s paper Barbara’s (Plumb) picture appears in the uniform of a WAAC with news that she has received an assignment to serve overseas.

Smoky has been under the weather for the last few days — either he has been

(my, what a letter writer I am tonight)

grieving over your absence, or in your affectionate adieu  you may have put ground glass in his Ken-L-Ration. However, he is improving as evidenced by the lowering temperature of his nose.

I’m getting to be a regular old rake — married three women this week — all divorced, too — on the 10th, 12th and 15th  respectively.

You older boys will be interested to know that in answer to one of my Christmas cards sent to Corrine Flaniken, I received a rather rambling letter from her enclosed in a letter from her sister in Arlington, Texas, stating that Corinne is in a psychopathic Hospital in Colorado Springs. Normal life is much too confusing for her as the slightest responsibility upsets her until she is almost frantic. A letter or card from any of you to her would probably be much appreciated. Address Route 1, Box 47, Colorado Springs, Colo.

And last, a letter from Aunt Anne (Stanley), thanking us for the flowers I sent Grandma, which evidently she appreciated very much. Grandma continues comfortable and while she sleeps a good deal of the time she is bright and cheerful when awake. She enjoyed seeing us when we visited her.

Donald (Stanley), she wrote, is in New York and will be for several more days. Gweneth came down from Vermont and they all spent the weekend together. Don looks fine and is still enjoying the sea.

And that, dear children, is about all from your uncle Don this evening, except Dave, I think there is a present for you under the barrack cot, a big juicy panel that the first Sgt. will be glad to hand you with much verve and spirit if you don’t watch out. And don’t try to make friends with the bugler because he’ll blow reveille just as quick for you as he will for the rest of the boys.

Remember, there is a brand-new folder in the file with your name on it, and the first insertion should be an essay on Army life from a rookies standpoint. I’m sure Dan and Lad and Dick would enjoy reading it and comparing the memory of their experiences with yours.

A glance at my watch tells me this is been one of those regular three hour broadcasts and undoubtedly others are waiting to get on the air: who knows, even Franklin may be waiting to deliver another fireside chat to “my friends”. Anyway, I’m signing off. This is station ADG, 7 on your dial.


Tomorrow and Friday, another letter from Grandpa. The first installment is a Tribute to Grandma Peabody who died during the past week. The second installment includes letters to Dan and Marian.

Judy Guion