Army Life – Dear Dad – A Birthday And An Anniversary – November 4, 1944

Since Lad is using this letterhead to write to Grandpa, my guess is that he brought along some writing paper when he was sent to Jackson, Mississippi.

Saturday

 In Camp.

Nov. 4, 1944

Dear Dad: –

Since I don’t expect I’ll be able to get home for Marian’s birthday, I sent, under separate cover, a small bottle of Marian’s favorite perfume. I would like you to wrap it for me and give it to her on the great day (Nov. 11) or if a celebration is held, on that day.

Nov. 14 will be our 1st anniversary, and again, circumstances still being the same, I’d like you to get her an appropriate token of my appreciation for her. A bouquet of flowers or something – you probably have a good idea for this –, and any expense should be added to the sum already owed you by us. Marian will repay you as fast as possible beginning after her arrival.

She wants to get some sort of work and if you can have a talk with her maybe you might be able to give her some idea of what she should do. I told her to consult you on any problems which may arise so please try to get her to do so if it looks like she may be bashful or retentive.

I guess I didn’t tell you, and she may be there now, but she left here Friday morning with the Buick and trailer. She should be in Trumbull sometime before late Monday night. Her route followed US 11 to west of Washington DC where she turned east on US 211 and then from Washington DC to New York – US 1. From G. Washington Br. to Henry Hudson; Cross County; Hutchinson River, and Merritt Parkway. I hope she arrives with no difficulties.

I’m going to write her a letter which will give you all the news.

My regards to everyone.

Love,

Laddie

Tomorrow and Friday, a letter from Grandpa to “Dear Sonny”, meaning each of his sons.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad – A Letter From Marian And Lad – November 1, 1944

MIG - letter to Grandpa - Thanks for the $35., Nov., 1944

Wednesday

Jackson   11/1

Dear Dad,

What a peach you are to send the $35.00 so speedily, without any question. We thought that we could wait here until our first government check arrived but Uncle Sam began rushing things too much. Today (Nov. 1st) is the dead-line as far as Uncle Sam is concerned. All the wives are supposed to have gone home, and no more private cars on the Post. But Lad took the car today, anyway. He’s going to park it outside the gate, so that I can pick it up if he gets restricted. He called me this noon to say that he thought he would be able to get out tonight.

Just to be on the safe side however, we packed the trailer last night, so that it will only take me a few minutes to put the last minute things into the car and be on my way home.

Incidentally, Dad, I’m really looking forward to living there at Trumbull. It seems to me to be the best place of all, other than actually being with Lad, and think of the extra nice company I’ll have. Your comments and P.S.’s in your recent letters have made me feel that I’m really coming home, so that this doggone separation has one bright side, anyway.

I’m leaving here tomorrow or Friday, at the very latest. When Lad comes home tonight, he’ll know a little more about their coming restriction, I think, so that he’ll have an idea whether or not he will be able to get home tomorrow night. If he can, I’ll stay until Friday, but I’m pretty certain I’ll leave then. So if everything goes according to schedule, I should be home sometime Sunday, probably late in the evening.

APG - letter to Grandpa - Nov., 1944

Dad: –

Marian has told you just about everything it is possible to tell, so far. I don’t know anything further about tomorrow night than I knew last night. It is quite disconcerting to say the least to have to make plans when everything is so unsettled, but I can’t get anything definite concerning just what we are going to do. That, I guess, will have to wait until it happens.

Marian is a wonderful girl, Dad, so please take care of her for me. My happiness, and practically my life, is wrapped up in her. I know you will, tho’, even without my asking. Incidentally, her birthday (29th) is Nov. 11.

I get up at 0400 and packing the trailer last night kept me up until almost 2300 last night, so I’m so sleepy I can hardly keep my eyes open, so I’m “gonna quit” here, and as they say in Mississippi – hurry back and see us.

Lad

From the looks of things it might be later than Sunday before I arrive. Lad wants me to stay as long as possible – and I want to, too. However, it would make it easier for him, I think, if he knew that I had arrived home safely, so I just don’t know. The best I can do, I guess, is to say, “Look for me when you see me.” It won’t be very long before I’m there – Love from Marian and Lad

Tomorrow I’ll post a letter from Lad, letting Grandpa know a little more.

Judy Guion

Army Life – A Telegram And A V-Mail From Lad – October 31, 1944

APG - telegram asking for $35 traveling money for Marian -Oct.,  1944

A D GUION

FONE BPT4-2928 DANIELS FARM ROAD, TRUMBULL, CONN=

HOLD CHECK FOR MARIAN CAN YOU WIRE $35.00 IMMEDIATELY TO MARIAN I GUION 303 LONGINO JACKSON MISS FOR TRIP TO TRUMBULL DEPARTURE THIRD=

LAD MARIAN

APG - V-mail giving new address - writing to Marian only - Nov. 1944

In using the cable address just put my name and the code address. That’s all. As you have probably realized, I’m writing to Marian only and relying on her to keep you all at home, posted. I hope she is doing a good job. I also hope she is not in the way there or is not unhappier then she need be. I’ve not gotten any letters yet due to moving too fast. Laddie

Tomorrow I’ll post a letter from both Marian and Lad, letting Grandpa know a little more. Then another letter from Lad and one from Grandpa.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 351 – Lad’s Gold ID Bracelet And Ring

Both these pieces of jewelry were my Father’s and they are now mine.

Lad - LAD bracelet in gold

While my Father, Lad, was in Venezuela, he had this ID Bracelet made, probably by a jeweler or artisan. Engraved on the back is “A P GUION” and “TRUMBULL, CONN.” You may also notice two gold nuggets included in the chain.

After he had asked my Mother, Marian Irwin, to marry him, he asked her if she wanted an engagement ring. She told him, “No” He gave her this ID Bracelet to wear instead. Now I wear it continually.

APG - Gold Monogrammed Ring

This Cloisonne ring was also made in Venezuela, probably by the same person who made the ID bracelet. I believe that neither my Father nor the Artisan knew of the English tradition  of monogramming,  placing the last name initial in the middle (and larger) and the first and middle initials on the sides. I’m guessing that when the order was placed, my Father was asked for his initials and he told them his initials were “APG” and this is the ring that was made., although the “G” should have been in the middle. I also wear this ring continually.

Special Picture # 350 – A Trip To Florida – March, 1936

I knew that my father had taken a trip to Florida with these guys because Art Mantle’s niece, Cindy, (my friend from childhood) sent me a couple of pictures of my Dad. A while ago, I was looking for a particular picture and I came across this picture. A few weeks later, I was looking for the same picture and came across this letter that I don’t ever remember seeing. Some additional information on that trip.

Art Mantle, Carl Wayne, Arnold Gibson and Lad Guion

APG - Lad resting on beach in FL - @ 1936

This looks like Lad is reading something on his mattress on a beach in Florida

I had thought this trip had taken place in 1935 because that’s what my Mom had written on the back of this picture. The letter below is postmarked March, 1936. 

Thursday

SARASOTA

FLORIDA

Dear Dad:

        How do you like our new stationary. We  got some  from   each of  the  numerous  Hotels  here, but I think this is the best. We  are here  in  Sarasota  visiting  some  distant  relatives  here of Carl’s.  It is really a very pretty place and  the  weather is  fine. The  biggest trouble  is  the  sulfur  water  but  we  are  beginning  to  get  used  to  it.

        If  you  want  to  write  you  can  send  it  to  general  delivery, Miami. We  are  leaving  here  tomorrow  afternoon  for  the  last  leg of  the  trip  in  a  southern  direction.  Everything  is  fine  except that  after  leaving  Aunt  Anne’s  * Monday  afternoon  and stopping  at  Silver  Springs  for  a  short  visit, a bearing  burned  just  outside  of  Ocala. This  time  it was  number one. But  again  the  Ford  is  running  fine. Now I have  invented  an  oil  pump to  keep oi l  in  the  front  of  the motor  to  eliminate  the  trouble  of  overheated  bearings.

        We  all  went  swimming  this  afternoon  and  got  slightly burned  on  the  beach. The water was  cool  at  first  but  after  the first  dip  it  was  pretty  good.

        We  are  going  to  look  the  town  over  tonight  and  I still have  to  get  shaved  and  dressed  so  as  much  as  I hate  to,  I will have  to  let  it  go  until  some  other  time.

        Hope  to  hear  from  you  in  Miami.

                                                                       Love

                                                                           Lad

* Lad and his friends, Art Mantle, Carl Wayne and Arnold Gibson stopped to visit Grandma Arla’s younger sister, Anne (Peabody) Stanley in St. Petersburg, Florida. This is where Elizabeth (Biss) went during her Junior year in High School to help Aunt Anne care for her two children, Don and Gwen Stanley, in 1934. This story is told in the Category, “St. Petersburg, FL”.

Tomorrow, another Special Picture.

Judy Guion

Peabodys And Duryees (2) – A Letter To Lad From Aunt Helen (Peabody) Human – November 2, 1939

This is the rest of a letter to Lad from his Aunt Helen (Peabody) Human, the wife of Uncle Ted Human, who originally hired Lad for work in Venezuela.

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                 Aunt Helen Human, Aunt Anne Stanley, Aunt Dorothy Peabody

Uncle Ted saw Dan and ADG (Grandpa, Alfred Duryee Guion)  for a few minutes in New York the other day. Dan had received a letter from Mr. McCarter asking him to go to New York for a check. As I understand, it was a good one. We are still waiting for ours – it has been very hectic waiting for money and waiting for a person to get well – that the getting well part is going along beautifully – since the middle of September there has been a marked improvement in Ted’s condition – in fact, he is well enough now to be really quite active again – of course the diet still has to be monitored with an occasional little break to relieve the monotony. I do wish we could get our finances straightened out – it has been so many months since there has been any salary. But, I suppose that all of a sudden everything will break beautifully. There has been lots of correspondence between T.H. Jr. (Uncle Theodore Human, Jr.) and South America – the American Consul, etc., but so far nothing has developed in our favor.

Oh, Laddie – your paragraph on the picture amused me so much because the picture wasn’t in the letter, and I think when you said “I think it is a very good study in modern art for one who does not know what he is looking at…” Was very apropos. I presume it was a picture of the orange tree, known as T.O.T.

I have been going to Dr. Clark recently – in fact I must dress in a very few minutes because I have an appointment to one o’clock. He asked me the other day if you are still down there. Are your teeth still in good condition? I certainly hope they are.

Did you know that Aunt Anne, (Aunt Helen’s next youngersister, Anne Peabody) Stanley and her children)  Gweneth and Donald have moved to Staunton, Virginia? Their address is: Woodrow Terrace – apartment 6. They would be delighted to hear from you.

I hope you will write again before too awfully long – I like to hear from you – or rather we like to hear from you and I do want to know if everything is really going along nicely and if you are constantly pleased with your new work. Of course there are apt to be drawbacks, but taking everything into consideration, I gather from what you said, that you were really glad to be there.

In time, if you just keep pushing yourself ahead in a quiet, but very determined way, who knows what good and excellent jobs will be in store for you. This is just a little piece of advice from someone who sits on the outside looking in and always listening hard – you don’t need to be rough and hard-boiled to get along, but you do need to be aggressive and determined and demanding in a gentlemanly way in order to reach for better and higher things. You are still young and I should judge doing very well – but never be satisfied until you build a way for even better positions. I take a lot of interest in you and your activities because I want so much to see do well in every way and I have a very, very warm spot in my heart for you. We all do (T.H. likes you so much too) and it will mean a great deal to see you continue with your good work.

Loads of love to you, Laddie, and all kinds of good luck for now and always.

Aunt Helen

Grandmother and Aunt Dorothy send you lots of love too.

Tomorrow, a letter and a copy of the investment contract Grandpa bought in Lad’s name. On Thursday and Friday, a letter from Grandpa to Lad.

Judy Guion

Peabodys And Duryees (1) – A Letter To Lad From Aunt Helen (Peabody) Human – November 2, 1939

Aunt Helen, the writer of this letter, is Mrs. Ted Human, Jr. He is the uncle that was hired by InterAmerica and then hired his nephews, Lad and Dan, to go to Venezuela with him. Dan was out in the field surveying the route of the highway they were going to built across northern Venezuela. Lad was primarily in Caracas acting as Uncle Ted’s right hand man and did some vehicle maintenance. He was the contact to the family after Uncle Ted’s almost fatal accident ( See “Life in Venezuela (13) – Hazardous Roads and a  Brush With Death” in the category Peabodys and Duryees) and made the arrangements to get Uncle Ted home. Therefore, both Ted and Helen felt closer to Lad than the other children.

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Aunt Helen (Peabody) Human (Mrs. Ted)

Nov. 2, 1939

26 Coligni Ave.

New Rochelle

My dear Laddie –

Your letter, dated October 15th, came as a thunderbolt – but a very pleasant one. You can’t imagine how pleased I was to get it and thank you so much for your birthday greetings. Your letter arrived two days early at that. It is a very singular thing, but I had been thinking so much of you lately – I even spoke to Ted about it, and then I dreamed about you – I dreamed that you were coming home and I was disappointed because it meant you were tired of South America, and I had been so hoping that you would really like it — and so your letter was a very pleasant piece of news.

The news of your camp is interesting. Glad you can finally sleep on a Beauty-Rest mattress with comfort. I like the idea of your “Club Pegasus”  and your Spanish classes. You are fortunate in having someone like Mrs. Gerdes as the wife of the manager. A person in that position can do so much to make life enjoyable outside of working hours.

It is true that you have been gone for nearly a year – and I hope you will like the work and life down there more and more – at least enough to complete satisfactorily your full time – perhaps you will want to stay even longer, after a vacation in the states? If you enjoy the work a lot and there are enough people of both sexes near your own age, you should have a very pleasant time. Naturally, you probably get feelings of homesickness at times, but if you are like I am, they won’t be too severe.

At the present time Aunt Dee (Aunt Helen’s youngest sister, Dorothy Peabody )is reading the New York Times – she has been interrupting me so much to read snatches of European news, but I couldn’t keep my mind clear to write, so now she’s keeping quiet and reading solely to herself. She hasn’t made a peep for several minutes. The nurse, Mrs. Myers, is taking care of Grandmother. Grandmother very much enjoyed reading your letter and still says she is going to write to you. She has been sick as you probably know, since the middle of July – she has had two operations, the last 3 weeks ago – she has been home now just a week and is getting along very nicely. By Sunday she will be sitting up a little on the edge of her bed and next week will be getting up for a while each day. Then she will probably keep on getting better and better. She already looks better than she has for the past few years. Even if she doesn’t write you soon, I know she would love to hear from you. She happens to like you an awful lot.

This morning she had a letter from Cedric in which he asks if he, your father, Dan, Dave and Dick may come down Sunday afternoon. We haven’t seen any of them for a long time so we are looking forward to seeing them.

Tomorrow I will post the rest of this letter. On Wednesday, a post concerning some sort of investment purchase Grandpa has made for Lad and on Thursday and Friday, a letter from Grandpa to Lad.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 345 – Beautiful Sunset At The Island – July, 2015

I must admit this is one of my all-time favorite sunsets at the Island. Enjoy. I will be going up there this coming weekend for the Fourth of July. 

Spring Island - beautiful sunset - 2015

Tomorrow I will begin posting a week of letters written in 1944.There is a possibility that both Lad and Dave will be shipped overseas in the not to distant future and Marian will drive to Trumbull to stay at the Trumbull House with Grandpa and Jean for the duration. Only time will tell.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Laddybuck (2) – Thinsies -October 14, 1939

~  !  @  #  $  %  ^  &  *  (  )  _  +  this marks a lapse of several days.

It is now Tuesday the 17th. The cousins came Sunday, we had a waffle-help-yourself supper with Burrough’s cider. Monday night I had to attend the Selectmen’s meeting because I am still the Third Selectmen, so tonight is the first opportunity I had of finishing your letter.

Your note written on the 11th reached me this afternoon. There is a manufacturer of crackers in this country who has recently put on the market a new cracker which he calls Thinsies. Without intending any criticism or appearing to be implying anything smacking of ungratefulness, when I felt the missive which reposed in PO Box 7 from Venezuela, Thinsies is the thought that popped into my mind. If you don’t hurry up and look back over those letters of mine and answer some of my questions pretty soon they won’t need answering – – they’ll be outlawed by the statute of limitations. Next time you write give me a schedule of what you do on a typical holiday. (I don’t suppose that psychologically, this is a very good time to suggest writing a long “catch-up” letter home, but that idea did occur to me).

Socony-Vacuum  Club House  Committee - 1939

Socony-Vacuum Camp Pariguan Memo regarding responsibilities of Committee members

You had not mentioned the club in any of your previous letters. I should like to hear more about it. Is it just local with your camp or is it general throughout S. O. properties? I suppose the flying red horse is your club insignia. What office do you hold beside membership on the Board of Governors? What equipment have you got? Maybe the books I send down from time to time, you can contribute as your share of initiating a library.

That must have been some shower! When you have big storms and thunderstorms there ain’t no fool ‘n about ‘em, is there? I was much interested in your comment about the way they are so soon forgotten after the terror and panic of the occurrence is a few hours old. It explains something I have wondered about – – why it is that people living at the base of an active volcano who have seen their property or relatives destroyed, go right back a few weeks after it is all over and start over again in the same spot. People are sometimes like animals or insects. The spider will start weaving his web in the same spot it has been brushed away a few minutes before and will apparently keep on repeating the performance. Experience may be a great teacher but the pupils also must have some intelligence.

The last few days have been quite cold. I am trying to hold off lighting the furnace as long as possible, as I still owe over $200 on last year’s coal bill and the loss of the Selectmen’s income makes living expenses a serious problem. (I’m not going to draw on your money that you sent home more than the $50 you arranged for first, as there will always be something that it could be spent for and to take advantage of a very indulgent and generous son is unfair and too selfish, so, short of a dire necessity and stark emergency, the balance of your check from now on will go into your savings accounts). I mention this because otherwise you might think my remark was a hint that you should again offer to come to the rescue. As long as I keep my health we can muddle through some way without encroaching on your future.

Well so much for my Thinsie, which is twice as thicksie as yours, so nya, nya.

Shall be interested to know what Cecelia thought of her flowers and cigarettes.

DAD

Tomorrow and Thursday I will be posting another letter from Grandpa and on Friday, one more from Grandpa to Lad.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Laddybuck (1) – October 14, 1939

The Old Homestead remains the center of activity with all the children living there, except Lad. Biss and her husband, Zeke, are renting the apartment in the Main House and Arnold and Alta Gibson will be renting the cottage, at least for a while.  Various friends and family feel free to just “drop in” when convenient and Grandpa takes it all in stride.

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               Alfred Peabody Guion

October 14, 1939

Dear Laddybuck:

How many dry-cleaning establishments do they have in Pariaguan and do you know all of the young ladies in charge in each of them? You seem to be making a collection of dry-cleaning girl clerks. I took a suit in one day to a place on John Street between the Plaza and Main Street and the girl asked about you, and today I called for a suit I had left at a new Good-work place that has just opened in the building across the street from my office, formerly occupied by the Sherwin-Williams Company, and there too, the girl asked me if I lived in Trumbull and was I your father. She said she had written to you some time ago and has not heard from you and would quit being your friend if you didn’t reply soon. Her name is Mildred Goldstein. Oiu. Oiu.

Right next door to this place is a tobacco shop who sold the two packages (50 each) of ivory-tipped Marlboro cigarettes which I yesterday delivered to Mr. Mullins with the request that he deliver them to Cecilia (Cecelia Mullins, Lad’s girlfriend back in Trumbull) today. I also called up Mr. Lockley who promised to send today a nice bunch of chrysanthemums. I sent him two dollars with your note, so I am reporting that I have faithfully fulfilled my duties as your agent. In fact I feel just like Cupid, using cigarettes and bouquets instead of arrows.

Dick is quite thrilled today because, at a football game yesterday, Bassick beat Harding : 6 to 0. Dave is visiting the World’s Fair with his class from Whittier. Ced is asleep, having worked from 12 midnight to 12 noon today. (This, by the way, is Saturday P.M. My cousins from Norwalk just phoned they are coming up to see us tomorrow afternoon, which is my regular Laddie writing time, so I am getting in a few licks beforehand). Dan says there was a fellow working over on the Merritt Parkway gang who says he was a classmate of yours by the name of Pete DiNardo. He wants to be remembered to you.

You will probably have assumed from the above that I received a letter from you this week. I did. It arrived in record time too. It was dated October 4 and reached me on the 10th. My clipping bureau has the following collection of items for you. (1) Death of Fred Root. I have not learned the cause but assume it had something to do with the loss of his arm. (2) (don’t laugh at this one) announcement of winner of the crocheting contest in a shape of an old friend of yours, (3) picture of your Dad getting the evening meal, (4) account of last night’s town meeting.

Tomorrow I will post the rest of this letter … which was written several days later.

Judy Guion