Army Life – Marian Writes A Quick Note From Jackson – September, 1944


I believe this was the first formal photograph Lad and Marian had taken at a studio. I don’t think they liked it very much because they had another one done.


Dear Dad: –

I’m afraid this won’t be a very lengthy letter this week. We don’t have very much to report. Life goes on just about as usual – night classes continue – and the weather remains as hot as it ever was. We had three downpours today, but they didn’t cool us off very much. The natives tell us that this weather won’t last too much longer. By the time it changes, we’ll be transferred I guess, so in any case, we shouldn’t get a change of weather.

Did we tell you that the long-lost package from Ced finally arrived? It has been reclining in the Pomona Railway Express Office for lo these many months. It was none the worse for wear, however – and the presence of Christmas wrapping in September didn’t faze us one bit. It was still fun to open the package. I received a furry pair of slippers – real Alaskan models, and just a trifle too big, but I don’t mind in the least. They are very comfortable, and the fur lining will be wonderful in winter – and Lad received a wooden cigarette case, with a propeller-like top which swings around to reveal the cigarettes.

We were a little worried about Lad’s being able to get gasoline to drive back and forth each day – they are most particular, here, and give out very little extra gas – But due to Lad’s persuasiveness and the fact that he refused to believe them when they said “No” the first time, we now have a “C” book and one less worry.

Sorry this is so short. Maybe we can do better next time.

All our love,

Marian and Lad

Tomorrow, a letter from Grandpa to the Fugitives from a lumber camp.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad – Marian Writes to Grandpa From Jackson, Mississippi – September 23, 1944

It is the fall of 1944, and Lad and Marian are in Jackson, Mississippi. Lad is an Instructor of Army Mechanics. Dan is in France, following D-Day, and reports about German atrocities. Ced remains in Anchorage, Alaska, where he is employed as an airplane mechanic and Bush pilot. Dick in in Santaliza, Brazil, and Dave is at Camp Crowder, preparing for a trip “to somewhere”. 


Marian (Irwin) Guion

MIG - Army Life - Marian Writes To Grandpa From Jackson Mississippi - September 22, 1944


Dear Dad —

The week is practically over and it suddenly occurred to me that we haven’t written to you as yet, so if this violent stationary of mine doesn’t put your eyes out, I’ll try to acquaint you with our latest happenings.

Which really aren’t very many. Things go on just about as usual – swing shift still in session. Lad’s working quite hard – he’s the only one of the instructors, I believe, who has classes right straight through until 1230. The others get off early two or three nights in the week. Consequently, it’s pretty tiring.

The photograph that I mentioned sending to you hasn’t gotten in the mail yet! Were awfully sorry, but there seems to be a shortage of boxes and cardboard around here, so that we are having difficulty trying to find something to wrap it in. But will get it to you eventually.

The hot weather is with us again, and believe me it is rather hard to take – it is so darned unpleasant being so “sticky” all of the time, and when the nights don’t cool off it’s hard to get decent sleep. Our only consolation is that the hot spells don’t seem to last very long.

If you have the opportunity, may we recommend Bing Crosby’s latest picture, “Going My Way”,    (  ) as a definitely “must see” for you. I think Aunt Betty would enjoy it, too, as well as Jean, for to our way of thinking, it is the best picture we have seen this year. The title is a little confusing, and it is hard to imagine Bing Crosby in the role of a priest, but he and Barry Fitzgerald do an exceptionally fine job in the picture. I saw it twice, and would thoroughly enjoy seeing it again. Perhaps you’ve seen it already. If so, I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.

Incidentally Dad, we thought your last letter (Dated September 10th) was a “top – notcher” – particularly Dave’s reminiscent contribution. And to think it came from an ancient 18-year-old! You must feel exceedingly proud, Dad, when you receive such letters, and what satisfaction you must have, knowing that you were in a large part responsible for such perfectly grand results as five wonderful sons and an equally fine daughter.

Pleasant surprise! Lad just came home early (Wonder of wonders) and he is hungry, so I’d better get busy and fix him something to eat.

Lad brought your latest letter with him, tonight. The news of the hurricane was not too good, to say the least. It’s a shame about all those lovely trees. We hope that the house, however, is none the worse for wear.

Lad says to tell you he is going to follow through on Uncle Ted’s suggestion. We’ll keep our fingers crossed. It sounds wonderful as far as we are concerned – hope Uncle Sam feels the same way.

Love to all – Lad & Marian

Tomorrow, a letter from Grandpa to DARCD (code for all the boys in the family). This letter is filled with news about friends and family. For the rest of the week, I will post letters from Biss (Elizabeth, Grandpa’s only daughter) to Ced, another from Marian to the Trumbull folks, and another from Grandpa to his boys.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Letters From Each Son (3) – News From Lad in France – July, 1945

Grandpa’s letter continues with a copy of Lad’s letter from somewhere in Southern France.

APG - APG at D_____ ______ a_____, 25 June, 1945

Alfred Peabody Guion (Lad), in France

Copy of letter from Lad, Southern France, rec’d July 31

Due to restrictions, just where I am is a secret. I have gone swimming in the Mediterranean, but where we are allowed to swim, there are numerous jellyfish of the stinging variety and the wind has a habit of blowing most of the time, so that you get stung in the water and chilled out of it. And besides, I prefer fresh water. We do have a canal near enough to go in for a dip, so that is where I go. Speaking of canals, there is a system of them here, like roads. They probably were built long, long, years ago when wheeled vehicles were unknown or at least scarce, and by the use of gates, reach almost all cities and towns of any size at all – – quite complex and complete. Due to the constant tread of feet and trucks, the sparse vegetation here is even scarcer, and in conjunction with gusty winds, the dust which is almost always present in some degree is very, very bad. At times it is hard to see the person just a few feet from you. There is a cloud of dust, like fog, which the wind keeps in the air so that it never disappears. I don’t think we have had even one day without sun and it sure is hot. Very similar to Venezuela except that it is warmer at night, and not so pleasant. I would rather be in S. A. than here.

And now your letters.

May 13th. In answer to a question of Aunt Elsie’s, there are birds here, but nothing like in Trumbull. Maybe in other parts of France they are more plentiful. They are very scarce here and very limited in “makes and models”. Did Biss ever get her pocketbook? And Aunt Betty as Aunt Elsie’s nurse sounds just like her – – never happy unless she’s helping somebody else regardless of self-inconvenience. And tell her, as I used to tell her, before I went into the Army, she really is a good cook.

May 20th. Dan’s comment upon Holland as “like the City Trust Co.” is very descriptive, isn’t it? Just the same I’d like to see it.

Page 4 (continuation of Lad’s letter)

I hope Dan answers at least some of those questioned you referred to. I inserted the word “honestly” in the question about your health for just the reason you reached. Thanks for your answer, and don’t try to “beat an auto at its own game”. Of course you are bound to worry, but as you’ve told us innumerable times, worry doesn’t accomplish anything except the ill effect on the worrier, so please try to keep it at a minimum.

May 27th. You mention only four flowers. Did you leave out tiger lilies and skunk cabbage purposely, not wishing to cause Biss and myself undue embarrassment? And I owe Ced a letter, so thank you for the reminder of his birthday. I’m still “too damned healthy” to suit me and about as happy as I could be here. There’s no reason for being otherwise.

Now back to your letters. In the many years which have passed since the “goat days”, I wondered once in a while just why you bought those goats, and at last I found the reason. It is possible that you’ve told me before, but if so, I’ve forgotten it. In the same letter you have a quote from Dave which is really rather humorous in a couple of spots, now that you know he is actually in Okinawa. I understand that one Al. Peabody (Lad himself) may be there too. Maybe Dave will be able to look him up.

Alfred Duryee Guion

Jean (Mortensen) and Dick Guion

June 3rd. Dick and Jean are very fortunate. That is one of the reasons I wanted to be a part of the occupational forces over here. The prospects of getting out of the Army were very slim. Here is my set up on discharge points as of May 15th – – the end of the time for calculation. 36 months in the service, six months overseas and one battle star, (36, 6 & 5) a total of 47, just a little over half of the 85 points necessary. Dan’s vivid description is very good. I wish I could have been someplace in a little larger town then Langres at the time. I ‘d have enjoyed it immensely, I’m sure.

June 10th. Not much to comment on here.

June 17th. Tops all others as far as news is concerned. It is really nice to receive a letter written with no thought of censorship and it must be even more fun to write. I never do so without thinking of the regulations, which greatly curtails the little interesting things which make a letter so much fun to read. Those letters of Dave’s and Dan’s have been read by a number of the fellows here and are still in circulation. With the exception of the end of the Japanese war on July 15, all the other predictions have passed unnoticed. As far as I’m concerned, any day, whether predicted or not, will be a good one for the war to end – – the sooner, the better.

Tomorrow, I’ll continue with Grandpa’s copies of letters from Dan and, will wonders never cease, Dick. On Friday, a letter from Dave and Grandpa’s final comments.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Marian Writes About A Move – September 14, 1944

Another letter from Marian to Grandpa keeping him up-to-date on the activities of the Lad Guion’s in Jackson, Mississippi.

MIG - Two From Marian In Jackson - On The Swing Shift - Sept., 1944Wednesday –

Jackson 9/14/44

Grandpa’s writing

Dear Dad: –

We’ve moved again, but not out of Jackson. Our new “home” is very much nicer than the first one, 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 dissolution – I imagined sitting on the 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 julep!)

The couple who own the house where we are staying are very nice, and the house is furnished very nicely – Both of them work so we have the house to ourselves during the day.

For we are on the swing shift. Lad’s classes are from 3:00 in the afternoon until 12:30 at night. Consequently, he gets home at 1:30 or so and doesn’t have to report back to Camp until to the next afternoon. Although night classes are a little hard on the fellows, the day schedule would be worse, for he wouldn’t get off until 5:30 or 6 and would have to be back at Camp at 1 AM. So we are hoping the present schedule continues. He gets home every night and has from 12:30 Friday night until 2 PM Monday afternoon off. So far, at least – which is very nice indeed.

Our new address is 303 Longino, Jackson – but I think you might as well continue to send your weekly “morale – builder – uppers” to Lad at Camp. They are certain to reach us that way.

In case you are still wondering, the “we” I referred to in my letter written coming across the country, there were two of the wives who came with me and a two-year-old boy. We all lived at the same place in Pomona, so we decided to stick together and come here, too. We are living in a different part of town than they are, but it is very convenient to hop a bus now and go see them. ‘Cause afternoons and evenings give us a lot of spare time.

You are probably wondering what happened to the photograph we promised you. We have it with us and are sending it on to you. We’re sorry to say that they did too much re-touching, and that the proof was really a much better likeness than the finished product. But maybe you can hide it in some dark corner – at least, we tried – but we are not satisfied as yet – and will continue to try to get a better one taken – some time. And that’s a promise!

With all our love –

Marian and Lad

P.S. Lad tells me that September 11th was a very special day in your life. Please forgive our tardiness. Our best wishes for you are just as sincere and heartfelt as if we had been there to wish them in person.


Tomorrow and Sunday,  a very long letter from Dave – four pages. I’ll post about two pages each day. 

Judy Guion

Army Life – Marian Writes About Visit With Dave – September 14, 1944

Lad has been transferred from Santa Anita in California to Jackson, Mississippi. Marian has driven the Buick to join him.

MIG - Marian Irwin about 1942

Marian (Irwin) Guion

MIG -Two From Marian In Jackson - Meeting Dave - Sept., 1944

Tuesday –

Dear Dad: –

We had the grandest visit with Dave weekend before last. We finally made connections and were able to spend Saturday and part of Sunday with him. We wished that it could have been longer, but we had to get back to Camp. Dave was the plutocrat and if connections had been better, he would have come back with us (He had a three day pass.) But bus and train connections were simply foul, so we left him Sunday afternoon at the bus station where he got a bus to Fort Smith, and we drove back to Jackson.

Don’t you dare tell him I said so, – I don’t think he’d forgive me – but I think Dave is as cute as he can be. I’m so glad I got a chance to meet him. He and Lad are a great deal alike, aren’t they? I watched them walking down the street together and there was no question as to their being related (Was there ever????) That last remark of mine sounds most peculiar, but you know what I mean!) It just seems to me that the family resemblance is very strong between them. (They even stand the same way with their feet crossed! See what I mean??) Anyway, we had a grand time together and left with the fervent hope that it won’t be too long before we meet again under more favorable circumstances.

That old overseas question is getting closer and closer – we had so hoped that we could spend our first anniversary together, but we aren’t too sure now. But it gets closer and closer, so we might make it. In the meantime, we avoid the subject like poison, and talk of more frivolous things!!!!

Lad has applied for (and received) gasoline for me to drive to Connecticut, so one of these fine mornings I may come blowing in with the breeze. I’ll let you know more specifically exactly when I’ll arrive. (Looks as though I’m going to cash in that rain check very soon now).

Now that Lad is on the day shift again, and I have some spare time during the day, I’m working again. This time it’s at Woolworth’s and it is very enlightening, to say the least. It keeps me hopping trying to figure out what the customers want. Piece goods, for instance, or a shoe spoon. (Yardage and a shoehorn) And one customer (a Negro) came in today and asked for what I thought was a “straight comb.” I showed her everything we had, and even repeated it after her, but she still insisted that I didn’t understand. Turns out she wanted a straightening (straightn’) comb – to take the kinks out of her hair (Well, how was I to know!??!!!) Chalk it down to the liberal education I am receiving traveling over the countryside with my beloved husband.

Mom’s eyes are coming along just fine, Dad. When she first got her glasses she had difficulty distinguishing depth, and sometimes the walls seemed to be coming toward her, but she reports that she is getting used to them now, and every letter makes a reference to how much nicer it is to be able to really see again.

Love to all –

Lad and Marian

P.S. Last Sunday was such a beautiful fall day here. Lad remarked, “Gee, I’d like to be in Trumbull now.” Are the leaves turning color, or did the hurricane ruin them?


Tomorrow I will finish off the week with another letter from Marian to Grandpa and to folks at the Trumbull House/.

On Saturday and Sunday, more of Dave’s World War II Army Adventure. 

Judy Guion

Venezuelan Adventure (33) – Directions For Unit # 83 – September 7th and 9th, 1939

We are sending a 4 speed box via a hired truck to San Joaquin this morning.  He will also carry a mechanic from here to make the installation and return the old box here.  Kindly see that this man gets the box and correctly.  He is a new man and we do not know how much work he can do without supervision.

Mr. Grant brought the chofer in from # 83 with the advice that Mr. Langdon said I was to do what ever I wanted with him as he ripped the box out of # 83.  He claims that he was operating this unit without brakes and that Mr. Langdon new of this condition.

Please get together the whole story regarding this and send it into us as we do not want to stick our neck out with the Labor Board here.

If the man was operating this unit without brakes and Mr. Langdon new of this condition we have to handle the situation of this man’s further employment with the company in a slightly different way than usual.

Please ask Mr. Langdon to forward a story with every man that he sends in here for us to take care of.  We had a similar case some time ago and it cost us something to straighten out.


C. T. Leander

P. S. This transmission I believe is interchangeable with the one in # 83 with the exception of the top.  If the top of # 83 is in good condition simply transfer it to this box and install.  If the top is damaged, install the box and send the top over here and we will see what we can do with it.

                                                                                                                        C. T. L.




I am sending you a clutch plate and disc, to water pumps and two pts. of brake fluid

Send back all the parts removed from this truck by the first available transportation.

If the Pressure Plate is not burned out do not use the new one as we are short of them.


C. T. Leander


Tomorrow and on Sunday I will post two more letters from Dave who has been transferred to Manila.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Adolph (2) – Lots Of Local News – September 3, 1939

This is a continuation of the letter I posted yesterday. Grandpa has included quite a bit of local news.

       Lad Guion and Jim Pierce at Karnopp’s Camp in Venezuela

Page 2 of R-39

For three days now Mr. Smithson has been working here, taking off old wallpaper and applying a first coat of paint.  The upper and lower Hall ceilings are being painted white and the side walls a very light green.  Tomorrow we will tackle the living room and music room and will paint these walls a light creamy tan.  Aunt Anne (Peabody Stanley) and Donald (Stanley, her son) were up Thursday and Friday and yesterday Elizabeth and Dave  drove down in my Willys to get Aunt Betty ((Duryee, Grandpa’s Aunt) who will stay for a week or so.  Gwyneth (Stanley, Anne’s daughter) is still in Vermont with Fred (Stanley, her father).  Donald will not go back to military school (Culver), and while Aunt Anne has not made any definite plans yet she has some idea of going to Florida again for the winter, as Donald is very anxious to go back there. Aunt Anne says Grandma (Peabody) is getting along very well.  Larry and Marion (Peabody) are spending Larry’s vacation time in Vermont with the baby, of course, at Munson’s and will probably be back shortly before Labor Day (which is tomorrow).

Aunt Betty is sitting on the sofa in the living room as I sit in my big chair, looking over your scrapbook.  She just asked me to give you her love.  She says she wrote you a letter some time ago but if you replied to it she never received it.

The Trumbull Fireman’s Carnival ended last night.  We went down for a short time.  There was not much of a crowd for Saturday night.  I don’t know who won the Chevrolet car but we heard it was someone from Southbury.  Dan, Ced and Dick went down to New York last night to have a fling at the big city.  They went to a nightclub, but evidently all remained properly sober.  Don Whitney and Red (Don Sirene) and another chap from Westport went with them.  Rusty (Huerlin, famous Alaskan artist and family friend),  from all reports, is back in Wakefield (Massachusetts) with his folks. Ced has a new kind of work at the Tilo plant, night work at that.  It has something to do with heating up the tar and asphalt in huge kettles to prepare the mixture for the next days run.  At present he does not get more money but that is likely to come later.

Dan got a letter from McCarter (Manager of the New York Office of Interamerica, Inc., the company he was working for in Venezuela. The check is for unpaid wages.) this week telling him he could put through his check for collection as the money was now on hand. I therefore started the check through the bank Friday and we’ll see what happens.  If this gets through all right there is the balance of his pay still due which you will have to wangle out of Maxy ((Yervant Maxudian, owner and President of Interamerica, Inc.) in some way.  I am anxious to know what you did about collecting your back wages and what you did about the tools.  I am also looking forward to hearing about your trip to Ciudad Bolivar, what you think of the Orinoco.  Saw Mr. Page again yesterday.  He asked to be remembered to you and said he thought Marie would be getting married within the next six months.  Yesterday’s paper carried the announcement of the death of Wm. Vincent Judge “after a short illness”.

just a few minutes ago a man drove up in an auto and asked if Dan were home, and then if Mr. Human were here.  He said he was Myers who had just arrived from Caracas.  I immediately telephoned Dan who was at Plumbs (you might have guessed it) (Barbara Plumb is Dan’s firlfriend) and for the last twenty minutes they have been chatting about affairs at I-A (Interamerica, Inc.).  Myers plans to see Uncle Ted tomorrow and then start war against Maxy, or perhaps I might say will join up with the reinforcements.  He says that Benedict and Nelson are both back in the states now.  He is going back in a few weeks on another job which will take him either to Caracas or to Pariaguan with a construction company, so you may run across him sooner or later.

And that’s about all I can scratch up, in the way of news right now.  So, toodle do and don’t forget to write more and oftener.


Tomorrow I will be posting two more Inter–Office memos from C. T. Leander to Lad concerning work on Unit #83. 

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Adolph (1) – Keeping The Other Fellow Guessing – September 3, 1939

Lad relaxing at the Swimming Hole at one of the Venezuelan Camps


September 3, 1939

Dear Adolph:

You and Hitler have one thing in common as far as I am concerned and that is the faculty of keeping the other fellow guessing.  For three weeks, up to a couple of days ago, I had not heard from you and was beginning to wonder what it was all about.  However as I write on this sunny Sunday afternoon, with war clouds gathering darkly in Europe, and read over again your short letter in lead pencil written August 15th from Iguana #2, I think I have discovered the reason for the delay.  Enclosed you will find the envelope in which the letter came.  You will note that the extra postage represented by the stamps on the back were not canceled, due to the fact that probably some careless postal clerk only glanced at the stamps on the front, figured there was not enough postage for airmail and sent it by regular mail.  You therefore have three good stamps to use over again.  I hope this means that someday soon I will be likely to get two letters during one week.

I suppose that with radio what it is today you are receiving foreign news as quickly as we get it here.  There is not much use therefore in my commenting on the situation because it is hourly changing so rapidly that two weeks hence when you receive this the foreign lineup will be entirely different.  There was one aspect regarding this war situation however, as far as you are concerned, that gives rise to some interesting speculations.  Oil products are a very important war commodity, and while the U. S. may adopt measures in the interests of neutrality that will prevent American companies from directly selling oil and its derivatives to nations at war, your company is producing oil in a foreign country and some way may be found to supply the undoubted demand for oil from the fighting nations that will cause a great increase in demand for production, which in turn I should surmise would step up your activities in drilling, which in turn might mean that those already engaged in this work who have had some experience would be given additional opportunities to forge rapidly ahead.  There is another phase of the thing which has interesting speculations for you.  If greatly increased gallonage of oil is to be shipped abroad there must be a correspondingly greater number of tankers to carry it, and if these new tankers are powered by diesel engines there might well be an increased demand for men with diesel engineering experience.  This, of course, is a longer range proposition, and it may be the war will not last long enough to permit the building of enough tankers in time to make the demand for diesel operators acute.  I confess I don’t altogether like the idea of a boy of mine on board a ship during war time carrying so important a war material and so naturally a target for enemy subs.

If the war does last and the nation’s production of machinery and metal products is speeded up, I assume that as before, New England and specifically Bridgeport, will have another boom.  Which will be good while it lasts, no matter what may happen afterwards.  In this case I may be able to climb back a little bit from an income standpoint and not have to depend so much on the generosity of my loyal sons even though I appreciate the willingness and the great spirit that is back of it all.

Tomorrow I will post the rest of this letter. 

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear “Gone But Not Forgotten” (2) – Improvements To The House – August 27, 1939

This is the second half of a letterI began yesterday. Grandpa is writing to Lad, his oldest son and the only one away from home. I’m sure Grandpa’s letters helped Lad feel closer to “home”.

Lad at one of the Camps in Venezuela

Page 2 of R-38

It’s practically the end of August and only a week or two away from school opening.  Better set that alarm clock of yours so you can get up in time to drive the school bus back and forth from Bridgeport for the Wells Transportation Co. The summer has just seemed to have flown by.  I brought Mr. Smithson over here one day last week to give me an estimate on redecorating the upper and lower hall, living and music rooms.  He expects to start someday this week.  It will probably run a little higher in cost than I estimated, as will also fixing up my bathroom, but it is better to do both these jobs right while we are at it and leave undone some of the other things I had in mind.  Dave spent most of Saturday morning peeling the old wall paper off in order to speed up the work.  It will give so much satisfaction to have these rooms look decent again.  I am ashamed to have anyone call the way they look now.  Whether you will or not, you ought to feel a glow of satisfaction steal over you when you think of the peace of mind you are making possible in the old home.  It is somewhat ironic to think that the one who is making this possible is the only one who will not have the opportunity of daily enjoying it.  Ced is a bit concerned as to whether in a Colonial house we should have a flat plain color wall finish or if a wallpaper would not be more in keeping with the interior architecture.  He wants to delay a bit so that we can get some expert advice on the subject, possibly waiting until the next time we visit the Fair, where they have many model houses showing wall finishes suitable for various kinds and periods of interiors.

During the last few days I have begun to do some sneezing, which reminds me that hay fever time is here again.  Do you have hey fever in your part of the country?  I think I mentioned in my last letter that Dan has a job with the Bridgeport Hydraulic Co. , and has been put on the surveying detail.  He is getting $20 a week, which incidentally, is what I think you told me you are drawing as a salary locally.  I have been intending to ask you to write me in one of your letters more about the details of your contract with the Co., and what benefits you receive.  I understood Ted to say that very often they deduct a small sum from your pay for some kind of insurance, the company paying a large proportion of the premium, that they also permit you to buy shares of stock in the Company at a very low price, much below the market value, and that they then trade this on the market for you, crediting you with the profit, so that it does not take long for your holdings to amount to quite a tidy little some.  He also said something about your being entitled to a bonus at Christmas time, and that after two years you get a months leave of absence to come home and that they pay your expenses both ways.  I am interested to know whether there is any truth in these rumors.  I also wondered about your local expenses, and if it were possible for you to spend $20 a week on laundry, clothes and cigarettes or other amusements.  I should not think there was much opportunity to spend money, and if not, whether you have some local bank or someplace to put your excess funds so that they would not be stolen when you are off on some trip.

Ced had a call from Babe this morning asking him to come over and fix a tire on Mrs. Kelly’s car.  I believe she and Babe are planning to rent some cottage at the shore.

Dan has had the Whippet registered so that he can drive back and forth to his job.  Ced tried the car out the other morning, driving in to work and broke the driveshaft, which he worked all day yesterday in replacing.  Other than a new battery and a defective horn, it runs O. K.  now but it is a terrible looking piece of junk.

Well, boy, that’s about all I can think of to tell you at this writing.  Things are running along just about the same.  I suppose before very long political pots will begin to boil, but right now all the newspapers and radios have room on the front page only for news of Hitler’s doings and his gang of cutthroats.

Mailboxingly yours,


Tomorrow and Thursday I will be posting another letter from Grandpa to Lad, addressed “Dear Adolph”.  On Friday two more Inter-Office Memos concerning work on Unit #83.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear “Gone But Not Forgotten”(1) – August 27, 1939

This week we will move back to 1939. Dan has been home for a little more than a month and Lad in still in Venezuela working for the Socony- Vacuum Oil Company.

Lad in one of the Camps in Venezuela


August 27, 1939

Dear “Gone but not Forgotten”:

It feels more as though you were as far away as you are today.  No letter either last week or this.  I have the privilege of blaming it on the crisis in Europe, mail delay due to the rainy season, or what is probably the real reason – – that they have kept you on the jump so much that you have not had time to write when you have the opportunity and did not have the opportunity when you have the time, due to being stranded in someplace where paper or ink was not available.  Guess I’ll have to adopt the philosophy of the French peasant during the war, shrugged my shoulders and say c’est la guerre, or whatever it was they did say.  Just the same it does leave a sort of hollow spot that sort of needs filling – – like a fellow going to the well for drink and each time finding the well dry – – the well in my case being P.O. Box 7 at Kurtz’s Store.  I learned last night, anyway, that you are not discriminating against your old Dad because I bumped into Babe(Cecelia Mullins, Lad’s girlfriend) at the carnival and she was bemoaning the fact that she too had not had a letter from South America for two weeks.

Yes, the carnival time is here again.  They got started Wednesday, I think it was, although I did not go down, what with political meetings, cooking and everything.  I understand they had a fairly good crowd, although it is rather hard to judge in comparison with other years because the grounds are so much smaller.  They built a good-sized Bingo booth placing it near the front of the firehouse, where they used to locate the concession booths, Philgas, etc. in years past.  The car booth was about the same location, and also the hot dog stand.  The tea room however was inside the firehouse instead of dancing.  Friday it rained and they did not hold the carnival, in view of which they have decided to continue it over next Friday and Saturday.  Dave went down last night and helped with the parking of cars, Ced also was there for a while, and I went down for a few minutes.  Dan and Dick went down to the movies, this time Wizard of’ Oz in Technicolor, which they thought was pretty good.

The City Savings bank, where Mr. Plumb and George French work, had some addressing to do in connection with the celebration of their 80th anniversary, and as I have been helping them with some of their advertising they asked me to supply to persons to address envelopes.  Donald Whitney and Dick want to earn some extra money so I put them on the job.  They will probably be at it all this week.

I don’t know whether it is my cooking that is to blame but Dan has not been feeling so well today.  He ate very little dinner and lay down both before and after.  I’ve heard nothing this week from New Rochelle so I suppose Grandma (Peabody) is getting along as per schedule.

Tomorrow I will post the rest of this letter. On Wednesday and Thursday, another letter from Grandpa to Lad. On Friday, two more Inter-Office Memos regarding jobs Lad is working on for the Company. 

Judy Guion