Friends – Dear Al – Job Opportunities in Venezuela – December 4, 1939

Friends - Dear Al-Job Opportunities in Venezuela-December 4,1939

12-4-39

Wallingford, Conn.

Dear Al –

At last, after all these months, I finally found out why you didn’t answer my letter.

Well Al, I sat down one sunny day last spring, and wrote an eight-page letter just so some darn fool could turn over in a truck and mess up the letter so badly you couldn’t even read it.  That’s life for you.

It seems as tho’ last spring you wrote to Mr. Hagan telling him of the opportunity for trained men down in Venezuela.  In fact you were so convincing that I sat right down and wrote to see if you knew of anybody who could use me.

I don’t know if you know what I have been doing, so I will give you an idea.  I was operating engineer at the Connecticut Gas Prod. Co, of So. Meriden, Conn. where we produced oxygen.  This is, of course, all high-pressure compressors, etc.  I was handling air comp’s up to three thousand #/__.  I was also in charge of an old 4 cyl. 2 cycle Worthington.  Boy did I have my hands full there?  I would no more than get the breather valve fixed, when an old crack in the cylinder would open up and I would have to replace the cylinder.  Get that running a few days when the fuel pumps would go on the lam.  It was a lot of fun but a lot of headaches too.

I was offered more money by the Wallingford Ice Co. so I went to work for them.  Here I had a 2 cycle  15″x20″ Fairbanks-Morse and a small 3 cyl, 4 cycle 9 1/4″ x 14″ Wolverine to play with.  You must remember the engine, it was on the floor while we were at school.  When the cold weather set in the job blew up so I am now with the Wallingford Steel Co., but I am most anxious to get back to diesels.

Now what I hoped for, Al, was that you might know of some outfit down there that could use a man around engines, or that you could tell me where I could write.  I also wish that when you answer this, which I hope you do soon, you will give me some idea as to the cost of the trip down, and how much I will need to carry me over till I get located.  You might also give me an idea as to what kind of clothes, and how much of the same I will need.  I would also like to know what kind of country for a woman.  I have an idea I should like to get married sometime this coming year.  In other words Al, I would greatly appreciate any and all the advice you can give me.

Well I guess that sort of takes care of that end of things.  Now for a little news.  Since I am up in Wallingford, I don’t see many of the fellows or know what they are doing.  You must remember Walt Budnick, don’t you? he up and got married a couple of weeks ago.  He is still in the Bakery and I guess he will stay there.  I guess you know that George Strom is still with Mr. Hagan.  You know that Mr. Hagan bought a new house?  Boy he sure has a beautiful home.  Last week he bought a 1940 Ford.  He still sticks to the V8’s.  I understand that you fellows use quite a few of them down there.  That must be tough country on any car.  I finally got rid of my old Buick, and now I drive a ’34 Chev.  I can’t say that I am any too fond of it either.  It’s O.K. but it’s not the car that the Buick was.

Well this letter just seems to go on and on, but I think I had better bring it to a close.

I don’t think I will get a chance to write again before the holidays so I shall take this opportunity to wish you a very Merry Christmas and I do wish you all the luck in the world.

Please answer this soon as I am most anxious to hear from you.

Ever yours,

Dick

Richard W. Huskes

218 No. Elm St.,

Wallingford, Conn.

For the rest of the week, I will be posting a letter from Aunt Betty Duryee and her copy of “History of the Duryees”.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – To My Dear Little Boys (2) – Christmas Greetings – December 24, 1944

Trumbull House in winter - (cropped) - 1940

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As usual, Christmas cards have been arriving with their various messages, some of which I shall quote below:

From the Burnham’s – (17 E. 84th St., N.Y.C.) Love to all the Guion’s where ever they are from all the Burnham crew at sea on the Pacific and Mediterranean and Harlem River!

From Brita: (Rusty’s sister) (Bagshaw, Milhouse, Bedford Village, N.Y.) Aren’t you ever up this way? I’d just love to see any of you that could come – – any time. And I’d like to know how each and every one of you are. My love to everyone.

Mrs. Ives: A very Merry Christmas to you. I, too, wish all your boys were home at this time of year.

From Rudolf Noer’s wife: In lieu of a word from Rudolf himself, let me say that his unit was transferred from Italy to France in August and that they are in or near Dijon. He is well but holds out no hopes for being home in the near future, as once I had thought he might be. Best wishes. Anita.

The Chandlers: Are the Guion’s still covering the face of the earth? And are you still covering the Trumbull waterfront? We are still living in hopes of seeing you again. What a host of good memories come with Christmas! We are about the same – – just a year older – – a very little wiser. Please be the connection again between us and your boys and Elizabeth. And I hear that there are more daughters-in-law, and of course they are o.k. Emily and Douglas Chandler. Courage for today. Faith for tomorrow. Happiness always.

Of particular interest to Ced: from Nan and Stan Osborn. Love from all of us to all of you. I am terribly tired and worn out taking care of mother but will feel better in a few days when Connie will be home.

Christmas greetings also from the following: Harold Latour, Mrs. Beebe, Peggy (Sanford), the Mortensen’s, Corinne Flaniken, Gwyneth, Ethel and Carl, Virginia and Roy Rowland, Astrid, Axel and Florence Larson, Helen Plumb, Mildred and Stacy, Mrs. Munson and the Draz’s, Uncle Burton and a note from Dorothy (Peabody, Grandma Arla’s youngest sister) with the news that she expects to take a trip to Los Angeles and is going to try to get up to Trumbull before the first of the year to see us all.

From Elsie M. Guion – Well, here I am again and glad I am to be here at the scene of so many good times and each time the same and each time different – this time again the boys represented by one, Dave. Last year by Ced, and next year?

A young chap came into the Shop the other day and said to me he guessed I didn’t know him but his name was Dan Rowland and he was asking news about Dan Guion. So I told him all I knew about Dan as well as the other boys. He was not in uniform, said he was classified 4-F which he regretted, said he was working in New York in an advertising concern. He sent a Hello to Dan which I said I would relay in this Weekly Letter.

We have just finished a successful Holiday business. For months we had been trying to get some help in the Shop as there was more work in the Shop than the two of us could do, and we were getting desperate when a nice young girl appeared before Mrs. Burlingame one morning and asked where the Shirley Shop was, that they had advertised for help. Mrs. B. told her and said if she didn’t connect with them to come back. In five minutes flat she was back and the next morning she was working for us. Two days later another young girl came in and said she had casually mentioned to her friend that you would like to get a Christmas job and her friend said to come see us, and the next morning she was working with us too. So it worked out fine and they did a swell job for us.

Fkrmck,epx;503kforlcvksdjvd,    This is Susan’s (Susan Warden, the youngest child of the young couple renting the apartment) Merry Christmas to you!

Tomorrow I’ll be posting the happenings of Christmas day and on Friday, a poem written by Grandpa to go along with small stocking gifts.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – To My Dear Little Boys (1) – Christmas Preparations – December 24, 1944

MIG - Marian and Jean bringing in Christmas Tree - 1944

Marian (Mrs. Lad) and Jean (Mrs. Dick)

Trumbull, Conn.,  Christmas Eve, 1944

To my dear little boys:

My, what memories this day stirs in the dusty attic of the past! The visions of little Alfred, Dan, Ced, Biss, Dick and even baby Dave, with their eyes big and wide with anticipation, romping in to open the stockings and later, all athrill stealing downstairs to see the glittering tree with its candle light softly shining on the piles of mysterious looking packages and boxes, or that time in the attic, when I rigged up some sort of affair behind the curtain with strings attached to your presents. Marty and Butch were here this afternoon, and for a moment, I recaptured that old time spirit, when, with delighted gurgles and shouts, they hung up their stockings in anticipation of Santa Claus’ visit tomorrow. I am looking forward to the time when this war interlude ends and I may, perhaps, watch you boys play the role of Santa Claus for your own little tots.

While it is far from ideal with you boys so far from home, my native optimism rises to the challenge and I realize it could be lots worse. Speaking selfishly, if Aunt Betty and I alone had to go through tomorrow, it would not be much of a “merry” Christmas, but with the girls here with their enthusiasm and energy, it begins to take on much of the old time feeling, and to the climax, DAVE CAME HOME THURSDAY and stays until New Year’s Day. Then too, the weather is doing its part, for we have had the first real snowstorm of the season, and Marian is thrilled. And as an added dividend of cheer, a V-mail letter from Dan arrived yesterday, written on December 13th, reporting all well with him. And today Aunt Elsie arrived on the scene so it begins to take on a real holiday atmosphere.

Perhaps your Constitution is strong enough to stand an account of just how things are progressing on this day before Christmas, 1944. Marian and Jean were up betimes this morning, all prepared for a visit to the woods to find some Christmas greens. Their first thought was to go up along the old railroad tracks but they finally decided to go over to the woods in back of Mantle’s. Fortunately, they ran across Walter and he showed them just where to find some ground pine, Princess pine, hemlock branches, long needle pine and Laurel, which they have used in most tastefully decorating the house. I think it is as attractive as it has ever been. Dave started for church but because he could not get the Buick up the slippery driveways, my Buick had been left until late yesterday out in front of Laufer’s, but with no gas in the tank we had a little trouble getting the car started so as to get gas, enabling me to go to Bridgeport for a wedding which was scheduled for noon today. As the girls were busy with their decorating job I started the dinner, got my wedding out of the way. Then dinner. While Aunt Betty was washing the dishes, Zeke and Biss and the two youngsters arrived, then Bob Shattuck to see Dave, then Carl (Wayne), and while all this was going on, the phone rang to announce that Aunt Elsie was at the station in Bridgeport, so Dave and Aunt Betty went down to fetch our  Yuletide guest.

Tomorrow’s post will be Christmas Greetings to the family, Thursday will be events of Christmas Day and on Friday, a special poem with messages and stocking gifts for most of the family.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Son – Christmas Boxes and Household Hints – December 24, 1944

This week I will be posting letters written in December, 1944. All five sons are scattered around the world and Grandpa is holding down the fort in Trumbull with his two “Army Widows”, my Mom, Marian, (Mrs. Alfred Peabody Guion (Lad), who is in France),  and Jean, (Mrs. Richard Peabody Guion) who is in Brazil.)

        Marian Irwin Guion (Mrs. Lad)

               Jean (Mrs. Richard) Guion

Trumbull Conn., December 17, 1944

Dear Son:

“Let us flee”, said the fly. “Let us fly”, said the flea; so they fled through the flaw in the flue.

There, having gotten a good start with a bit of profound wisdom appropriate to the season, my thoughts can now be released to deal with more practical and homely things, such as:

CHRISTMAS BOXES

          One thing I can promise with great assurance and that is that, aside from Dick and Dan, who’s Christmas boxes left about a month ago, in accordance with Government regulations, you others will NOT get your boxes by December 25th, for the simple reason that they have not yet been sent (and there is a grave doubt in my mind whether even Dick and Dan will get their boxes by that date, which will make it unanimous). And being pressed for an explanation of being so remiss, I would depose and say that due to the shortage of labor in the huge Guion organization,  plus the fact that customers are insistent that their addressograph plates be completed promptly in order to take care of their Christmas mailings, it has transpired that the Lord High Executioner of said organization has been forced to stick so close to his job that he has not even had time to go out for lunch, but must forsooth take down a thermos bottle of milk and nibble a few biscuits, instead of going out lunch time to see what Santa Claus has to offer. Result: no greeting cards this year, shopping by proxy through the courtesy of my daughters-in-law. However, if you wait patiently there will eventually arrive a small package containing sundry modest gifts, hardly more than token remembrances from the usual triumvirate, Aunt Betty, Aunt Elsie and Dad, limited by the limited requirements imposed by military life for you boys in the service, plus the distinct shortage of available items to be found currently in the stores. Some of the items, to be sure, are chosen with hope that the thought, in some cases little short of inspiration, will justify the senders earnest hopes – – as, for instance, a wee alcohol stove which your native Guion ingenuity may find many uses for, and in Ced’s case, to keep at the hangar to warm something hot on the cold days when he has to eat his lunch indoors on cold days. But there, no more ideas as to contents of the package, we can now turn to the:

HOUSEHOLD HINTS DEPARTMENT

          Guion’s Great Shaving Discovery: try this one, you with stubborn beards. First wet the face with warm water (in fact washing with soap and warm water will be even better). Then a quick application of brushless shaving cream (I have found Krank’s about the best), and then (here’s the trick) over this apply a regular old-fashioned lather shaving cream with a brush. Sounds like a lot of trouble but in my case, at least, it results in a nice clean shave which leaves the face smooth and not the usual aftershave rash. Maybe it won’t work with you as “one man’s face is another man’s poison”, but a trial will show.

Hint on one item in winterizing your car. During the summer, condensation in the tank, moisture in the air, etc., results in a certain amount of water accumulation in the gas line, carburetor, etc. Therefore, to a tank fairly full of gas add 1 gallon of alcohol, which in theory will absorb water out and itself be burned out in the running of the car. Or perhaps I will get an argument back from Alaska or southern France which will result in throwing this valuable hint out of the window, out there it is, for what it is worth.

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(Time out to change carbons) and incidentally, if this letter seems to lack coherence, it is interspersed here and there with hints of dress patterns, the shape of collar best suited for Elizabeth’s particularly shaped neck, etc., you have to blame it on my chatterbox daughters-in-law who are sewing here at a great rate while I am trying to concentrate on this my weekly blurb. They are going to read this later and that is when I shall have my revenge.

However, there is little besides small talk to report. A letter from David still expresses hope of getting home for Christmas, but there is still nothing definite. Carl (Wayne) is home, as I reported last letter. He came over for a while today for a few moments, after we had finished an excellent meal prepared by Marian’s capable hands. I was thus enabled to get several needed things around the house done. All of us here in the house, except Marian, have been hosts to a pesky little cold germ which indeed seems to have been traveling the rounds in Stratford, Bridgeport and Trumbull, attacking the digestive track and causing vomiting and diarrhea. Besides us here, Elizabeth’s family and now the Mortensen’s and Jean reports several in the Harvey Hubble office (The Harvey Hubble Shirt Factory in Bridgeport where Jean is working). Much to Marian’s disgust, we have had no real snowstorm but there is still time to get it before Christmas.

I am now pleased to report that we have two tastefully decorated rooms in the old home – – Marian’s and Jean’s. Following the blue and white motif of the wallpaper, Marian has completed tastefully furnishing her boudoir in feminine style was new white paint on the furniture with blue drapes, etc. it is really surprising what she has been able to do with so little to start with. Very versatile, that lady, and while I am putting down things to be thankful for, I must put the top of the list the good judgment of my two married sons in their selection of my daughters-in-law. Altogether we are a very happy family here and it is just too bad the rest of you can’t be here to enjoy it. Although, of course, if you were, like the flea and the fly mentioned in my opening paragraph, you would probably spoil it all by fleeing somewhere else.

Gosh, here it is almost 10:30, besides which I cannot think of anything more to write about, so in spite of the paper shortage, we’ll just have to let the rest of this page go blank, and only pausing long enough in this closing paragraph to say that I am sorry you will not be here a week from tonight to hang up your stockings as you used to do in the days before Hitler. We can all look forward to next Christmas, and hope.

DAD

For the rest of the week, I will be posting a 4-page letter from Grandpa to his “dear little boys”.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Santa Claus (4) – A Letter From Dan About an Adventure – December 3, 1939

This letter from Dan to his older brother is typed on the back of Grandpa’s 3-page letter.

DBG - Dan (cropped) fron Ced, Dan and car - 1941

Daniel Beck Guion

ye El pueblito de Trumbull

Dec. 3

Que tal. chico,

Tenga una amiga en Valencia qui  escribe a mi de quando en quando. En la ultima carta yo le dije a me ella que si usted _ra a Valencia se puede visitarla. Ella se llama Carol Ravell. Su direccion esta Auto Mundial, Valencia. Es muy amiga mia. Le encontre a ella en el vapor Santa Paula en Julio.

 On Thanksgiving Day, while nuestro padre busied himself en la cochina, Ced, Barbie (Plumb, Dan’s girlfriend), Jean (Mortensen, Dick’s girlfriend), Don Whitney y yo set out in your Packard for Greenfield Hill.Every Thanksgiving Day the Fairfield Country Hounds dress up in their round just bowlers and mount their most stalwart steeds for a bit of tally-ho before dinner. I have enclosed some actual photographs of the affair clipped from the Sunday Post.

They started from the Green, led by the hounds who, I am told, were pursuing a real fox.  We dashed from road to road in a perpetual attempt to intercept the hunt as it wandered from hill to veil in pursuit of the elusive animal.  It was quite a colorful affair.  All the officials were in red coats.  The rest wore Derby hats, held on by black silk ribbons clipped to the back of the brim.

In an excess of spirit we set off on a rough dirt road and were rather surprised when the front spring (not the one which I had noticed earlier!) was completely severed.  We could go forward, but not in reverse.  We parked in the road while we made a last attempt to locate the horseman before starting for home.  I became conscious of a desire to perform a natural process (liquid), and, to avoid the embarrassment of pardoning myself from the two gals present, I wandered absently I head on the old dirt road as if I were looking for the horses ….. A sort of (“see a man about a horse”) proposition with more truth than usual.  As my crank-case drained I became aware of a pattering of pause approaching along the road, but I could not see until it flashed interview from behind the convenient privet hedge that I was (and I swear this is the truth, so help me, and I have witnesses) the Fox! it was going like the much-expressed hammers of hell, only more so.  It glanced neither to the right or left.  There was no sign of pursuit, but that Fox was laying down its feet in the most purposeful manner possible, and it was heading straight toward the Packard! 

I started running after it, yelling to the rest of the gang who were standing near the car, “Here comes the Fox! Here comes the Fox!”, and just before Reynard reached the car, he caught sight of them, for he swerved suddenly, cleared the low stone wall which bordered the road in a single bound, then sped across the field out of sight.

Two Horsemen, cantering slowly along the road from the direction from which the fox had come, evidently on their way home from the hunt, passed us, and I said, “We have a broken spring, and we just saw the fox go by!”

“Oh, yea?” one of the man replied, and I suddenly realized that my story might receive the same treatment everywhere.  But all the gang saw clearly that it was a genuine fox, and, although he did not tarry (the fox, I mean) long enough to tell us whether or not he was THE fox, or merely a casual chicken killer from the surrounding countryside, we were satisfied that, since we had come to see a Fox-Hunt, we had not come in vain.

The spring replacement cost $17.49.

                                                                            Bueno, pues,

                                                                                            Dan

Tomorrow I will be posting a letter from Aunt Betty Duryee, with some information regarding the Duryee ancestors and her account of Thanksgiving.

Judy Guion

 

 

Trumbull – Dear Santa Claus (3) – Bits and Pieces of News – December 3, 1939

This is the last portion of the letter from Grandpa to Lad in Venezuela.  It includes several pieces of additional information.

APG - Lad (head only) on horseback in Venezuela - 1940

Lad in Venezuela, at Karnopp’s Camp in 1939.

page 3 of R-52

This week I got a letter from Burr Davis who had seen in the papers an account of the fire at Maracaibo.  He says: “When Alfred Jr’s.  birthday came along we sent him the annual birthday greeting and in reply I had a very interesting letter from him from Venezuela.  About a week ago when news came over the radio that there had been a very disastrous fire in connection with the oil fields in Venezuela, we wondered whether or not Alfred or Daniel were in this catastrophe. (Obviously, Burr Davis did not know that Dan had left Venezuela and was back in Trumbull.).

If you care to write to him Burr Davis) you can reach him care of the Columbus Coated Fabrics Corporation, Columbus, Ohio.

Another letter this week is from Harold LaTour.  I will enclose it with this letter.  I shall reply telling him where you are and it would be nice if you have the time and inclination to write to him yourself.

You said something in your last letter about letting you know how my business is going.  There seems to be lots of newspaper talk here about the return of prosperity, the number of people who have been put back to work, war orders making everyone busy, much better prospect for profitable Christmas business in the retail stores.  That all may be so from the newspaper standpoint but I have seen very little evidence of it in my business and many of those to whom I have talked also have seen very little to warrant the belief that things are any better than they have been, which is rotten.  We have had a few more orders recently than before but it is almost impossible to collect money from those who owe one while those to whom money is owed, and in my case they are a goodly number, are beginning to clamp down all in a bunch and get awfully tough, so that some days I come home mentally very much wrung out.  I have only Miss Denes and George now and lately Dick has been coming in after school to help out.  George, by the way, got married the other day (over the Thanksgiving week end) to a Polish girl who is the head nurse in one of the wards of the Bridgeport Hospital. I have not seen her yet.  She intends to keep on working, I understand.

You are now an investor in the Investors Syndicate, I having given Mr. Shedden a check for $130 last week, after hearing that you had signed the necessary documents.  This will cost only $130 a year and I think will be a good investment.  Your insurance premium is due next month and I shall also have a deposit to make in the building and loan.  By the way, the regular check for $125 arrived as usual on the 1st.

Well, it’s getting late and I have several other things to do before I retire, so let’s call it off until next week, and if this letter is delayed so that it reaches you only a few days before the 25th, you know I will be wishing my absent boy all the compressed good will, full up and running over.  It has been more than twenty long years that Christmas Day has found us all together and I am going to miss you more than ever on this account.  However if loving thoughts and kindly wishes can speed through the air from Trumbull to Pariaguan, the air channels are going to be very busy on that day.

                                                                                                                                                               DAD

Tomorrow I will post a letter from Dan, written on the back of page 3, about an interesting Thanksgiving Day fox hunt. On Friday, a letter from Aunt Betty Duryee, Grandpa’s Aunt, about the Duryee family history.

Judy Guion

The Island – Then and Now (2) – 1945 – 2021

Spring Island - Cook Cabin @ 1956

The tarp set up next to the Cook Cabin where the children ate their meal.

Spring Island - Lad with Pete Linsley at the Fire Pit

             Lad Guion and Pete Linsley at the firepit, the “new” Sleeping Cabin in the background in the late 1950’s

Spring Island - Water fun - Johnny Hayden, Roy Lenhard and  David Lenhard

Some of the boys using an original innertube and the board pulled behind the boat

Spring Island - Transportation @ 1960s - Utility Barge, rowboat (Lad)

The hand-made “Barge” built in Pete Linsley’s basement, and the rowboat converted into a sailboat

Spring Island - The kids (I'm the talest one in the back)

All the children after a Talent Show (I’m in the back row, third from the left, about 1958

Spring Island - Greg Guion, Nancy Hayden, Susie Linsley, Judy Guion @ 1960s - (Lad)

The older girls heading into town (I’m on the far right)

Spring Island - Path from Toothpaste Landing to Cook Cabin - 9.2020

The screened Porch added to the Cook Cabin where the Tarp was originally used

Spring Island - Sleeping cabin from roof of Cook Cabin - (Judy - 2013)

The Sleeping Cabin (I took this picture from the roof of the Cook Cabin on a Painting Party Weekend – my cousins and I painted both buildings

Spring Island - Old dock - possibly 40 years old (Judy - 2007)

The 40-year old dock (which replaced the original of the same design)

Spring Island - installation of new dock - (Judy - 2007)

The new dock being installed

After reading so much about the proposals for our Future Camp, I hope you enjoyed seeing the changes over the years. At this time I am on the Island, enjoying my last weekend for 2021. Very much looking forward to spending two full weeks there next year – which will include another Guion Family Reunion at another location on the lake.

Tomorrow, I will return to  letters written in 1939 when Lad was working for the Socony-Vacuum Oil Company (which became part of the Mobil Empire) and Trumbull is celebrating Thanksgiving.

Judy Guion

The Island – Then and Now (1) – Early Building -1945 – 2021

Since the prominent theme this past week has been about the purchase of the Island and Grandpa’s thoughts and  questions about the development of our Future Camp, I thought I would give you a view of changes that have been made to the Island since the beginning. Enjoy. 

ADG - Grandpa and the boys on Spring Island (cropped) - 1948

My guess is that this picture was taken in the spring of 1946, although I do not remember Ced being home at that time. Lad and Dick came home from the war in the late summer and the fall of 1945. Ced came home from Anchorage, Alaska for Thanksgiving in 1945. Left to right: Lad, Dick, Ced and Grandpa. Dan is in France (still in the Army) and Dave is in Manila, Philippines). My bet is that Rusty Huerlin is the one holding the camera. This might have been their first trip to the Island as the owners.

The area directly behind them is where the Cook Cabin was erected, after trees and brush were removed.

Spring Island - Winter - Pete Linsley with Cook Cabin in background

This picture, taken in 1954, shows the Cook Cabin, the first structure on the Island. It is a one-car garage that Lad purchased on the mainland. It was taken apart, all boards numbered, transferred by row boat and re-build on the Island. My Dad, Lad, was in charge of “mechanical installations and upkeep”, and this is Pete Linsley, one of my Dad’s friends, a member of the work crew to open and close the Island each year and a regular visitor with his family during our two-week vacation on the Island. The picture was taken when three couples (Lad and Marian, Chet and Jean Hayden and Pete and Barbara Linsley) came to New Hampshire in the winter.

Spring Island in winter (3) - Jean (Mrs. Richard) Guion with Suzanne @ 1954

They visited with Dick and Jean Guion, living nearby, and brought Jean and her oldest daughter, a toddler, to the Island for a quick visit for the day. (Dick may also have been part of the group.)

Spring Island in winter (8) - Marian (close-up) walking back @ 1954

Marian Guion (Lad is probably holding the camera)

Spring Island in winter (6) - walking back to States Landing @ 1954

Walking back to the cars on the mainland.

Tomorrow, I will be posting pictures from the 1950’s and more recent photos.

Judy Guion

 

 

Trumbull – Dear Members of the Clan Guion (1) – Dick and Jean Are Home – October 7, 1945

 

APG - 1947 Christmas - Dick and Jean

Dick and Jean Guion (taken on Christmas Day, 1947)

Trumbull, Conn., October 7, 1945

Dear Members of the Clan Guion:

Again events this week have combined to cut down my correspondence time, but late as it is now, I must take time to at least hit the high spots and some of said spots have considerable altitude.

First, Dick and Jean are home. Yes sir, the clan is beginning to gather. The first inkling I had was a telegram the first part of the week from Dick announcing they were in Miami, ending with the cheering words, “See you soon.”, And as good as his word, he and Jean dropped into the office Friday in a surprise visit. He looks well, has a miniature mustache and has not put on any weight, and outside of a cold, is the same old Dick. Jean says she has put on a little weight but it is not noticeable. Gosh, but it’s good to have two boys home at once with their wives, but I, apparently, cannot be satisfied – – all I need now is Dan and Paulette, Ced and Dave, and then I will admit to a maximum of satisfaction.

The same day Dick and Jean arrived, Britta (Huerlin Bagshaw) , Anna (Huerlin) and young Peter Bagshaw visited us and stayed to supper. Biss, Zeke and the two boys also came over for supper so we put three leaves in the table and it began to look like old times again. Later, we showed pictures, movies and stills, of Alaska, Venezuela, etc. I got Anna aside, found out she was willing to sell the Island, so, as a novel Christmas present to you children, I decided to buy it for you all. This will practically clean me out of cash put aside for Christmas gifts, and then some, but I figured it would be worth it to you all. I will have something more to say on the thing a little later.

Martin and Flor Williams visiting Trumbull

APG - Lad with Flor and Martin Williams in Trumbull

Lad, Flor and Martin Williams at the Trumbull House.

APG - Flor Williams with snake - Anaco - 1945

Flor Williams (second from the right) with others in Venezuela, holding the skin of an Anaconda,.

Then yesterday, the date of Lad’s meeting, planned five years ago in Venezuela, came around and he and Marian went down for their reunion with the Venezuelan crowd. They stayed overnight in New York and today brought Mr. and Mrs. Williams back with them, and again we showed movies of Venezuela, Alaska, etc. Jack Fillman and his wife, and Red (Sirene) and his fiancée, dropped in to see Dick and Marian and later my cousin Dud (Dudley Duryee) and wife from Brooklyn drove up to see us and stayed to supper and the movies. Incidentally Dan, Martin Williams asked me to be remembered to you when he saw that I was writing a letter to you. They are staying overnight, so I have just left the party to write this note to you all.

No letters this week from Ced or Dan, but Dave wrote a short note commenting on some of my previous letters. He says: “Rumor has it that GHQ will be moving out sometime in October, but doesn’t know whether or not he will go along. He may stay in Manila or go to Korea or possibly to Yokohama.

Now let’s get back to the Island proposition, which, I admit, has got me all excited. Ever since your mother and I first went up there with Rusty, landing late one night and sleeping out on the island, which it was too dark to see until next morning, I have been hoping that someday events would work around so that we could own the Island and perhaps build a little cabin on it where we could spend summer vacations. And at last this dream has materialized. I am attaching a sort of snap shot of my thoughts on the subject and invite you to do the same, so that from the combination of thoughts on the subject, we ought to arrive at some final solution fairly acceptable to all. Therefore I will close this brief letter and proceed to the Island subject.

DAD

Tomorrow, Thursday and Friday, Grandpa’s “Random thoughts on our Future camp.”

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Regulars – Lots And Lots Of News – September 30, 1945

During this week I will be posting letters written in the fall of 1945, all of them written by Grandpa.

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Alfred Duryee Guion – (Grandpa) – in the Alcove where he typed his letters

Spring Island at dusk, June 5, 2017

Trumbull, Conn., Sept. 30, 1945

Dear Regulars:

This will be of short duration, as it is now almost 10:30 EST and we have just arrived home from a trip to Bedford, N.Y. (Lad driving), where we called on Brita (Huerlin, Rusdty Huerlin’s sister) and Sydney Bagshaw and were lucky enough to find Anna (Huerlin, another of Rusty Huerlin’s sister) visiting. Peter, whom you will recall, Dick, as having had an accident while swinging at his home in Whitestone, has grown to be quite a boy. They have a really wonderful place – – an old mill which has been converted with truly artistic touches which you might expect of a Heurlin married to an artist – – with mill stone, a mill race which they use as a swimming pool, a waterfall, and in every sense a most attractive place. They are all coming for a visit to Trumbull next Friday, we hope, on which occasion we will show pictures of Alaska, etc. We talked about old times, the island at Lake Winn. Lake Winnipesaukee, New Hampshire), which Anne still owns and which she is willing to sell. What do you boys think of the idea of our purchasing it and putting up a cabin for a summer camping place?

Jean, I am enclosing an important-looking registered communication from the State Department.

Dan, I just yesterday received a letter from the Dept. of Justice stating it was necessary, in order for you to secure a visa for your wife, for me to furnish birth certificate or other evidence that you were actually born and not a figment of the imagination. So I immediately wrote to Mount Vernon asking for such birth certificate and as soon as it arrives (possibly Tuesday), I shall at once send it on to them.

Lad and Marian went shopping again and have practically completed purchasing everything on the list for the Rabets (the couple who have let Paulette, and sometimes Dan, stay at their house at no cost) except a pale blue striped shirt which they could not find. They have been ordered from Sears Roebuck, maybe some $35 worth, and as soon as they arrive will be re-shipped to you via the regular Army channel. As I told you in my last letter, five boxes of clothes for Paulette have been sent and yesterday I sent a new addition of the S-R catalog.

Letters this week from Marian and Dave, which I will not take time to quote due to the lateness of the hour. I also received a letter from Catherine (Warden, a former tenant, with her husband and two children,  her husband is now in the service), now with her sister in Hartford, stating that she will resume her residence in the apartment at the earliest possible moment. I had at first thought of possibly holding off renting it on the chance that Dan and Paulette would be coming home soon and would thus have a suitable domicile, but this is so uncertain now that I thought it best not to hold off any longer. Then too, the loss of revenue means quite a difference in the income. Several others have looked at it but for one reason or another, one or the other of us didn’t get together on it.

And  by the way, Lad went to Devens (Ft. Devens in Massachusetts) and next day came back again with a 15- day extension on his furlough, goes back to Devens on October 10th and then ?????

And so, my little ones, will you accept this meager offering in lieu of a full-fledged letter, minus some interesting quotes, and will try to do better next time. Oh, you will? Thank you so much.

I love you just as much.

Short windedly yours,

DAD

Tomorrow another letter from Grandpa and on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, his “Random thoughts on our Future camp”.

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Judy Guion