Trumbull – To All My Sons, Except Ced (1) – Quotes From Ced – July 30, 1944

Cedric Duryee Guion

Trumbull, Conn., July 30, 1944.

To all my sons, except Ced:

That priceless brother of yours, whose heart is as warm as the climate he lives in is cold, has been engaged in a sort of undeclared war with his father, in an effort to see which of us could be the more insulting or unusual in the superscription or salutation of our letters, one to another. I have had the feeling from time to time that I have put across some pretty good ones, and I suppose he has felt the same. Just lately one of his notes was directed to the writer as “Office force extraordinary, Manager Soldiers’ Haven, King Cupid, J.P., etc.,” but the letter just received this week I must admit tops them all. As a salutation it is directed to “Our Father which art in Trumbull”. I suppose to some of you who have been for so long removed from the environments of Trumbull, it might have as well been heaven, but he probably feared that aside from being a bit sacrilegious, it might convey the wrong impression and been anticipating a bit. And besides, he might not have been sure of the destination. Be that as it may, I am chalking him up with a score of 100% this time.

But to quote further: “Nothing more on the draft status. No parts for Old Faithful (his car, a 1937 Black Buick Sedan, purchased by Grandpa (January 30, 1941) as an Agent, and delivered by Dick in March, 1941) yet, and Big Ben and the bike are doing nobly. My watch is again about to throw a stem and will arrive at the jewelers for repairs. We had some superb weather just after the fourth – nearly 2 weeks of it – hot and clear. I went out to Spenard (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spenard,_Anchorage ) a couple of evenings with George Rengard and swam a little. Without Old Faithful I have to stick pretty close to Anchorage, which likes me not, but I do ride around a little on the bike. The last few days haven’t been so pleasant, due to rain and coolness. I haven’t done any flying yet, not being able to find my license or logbook. They have disappeared completely and high and low failed to expose them. I’ll have to see what I can do about getting a reissuance or something. Meantime, the good flying weather goes fleeting by on swift wings. Rusty writes, July 8th, Nome, Alaska, ‘Stormy weather for about a week. Expect “ADA” down from Ketzebuk any day now, then it will be a mad rush to get everything aboard her and pull stakes for Pt. Barrow where I finally decided to locate, if they’ll have me there. Many thanks for green stuff – they arrived in o.k. condition the same day boat brought the first greens we’ve had since fall. Came three more boats with more greens, then a tanker with whiskey and beer, but I went in for the milk on first boat – $.40 a quart.’

Ced also asked me to see what I can do about getting and shipping an electric refrigerator, but that is just about as hopeless as Tojo’s chance of dictating terms of peace in Washington. For years, here and there, ain’t and hasn’t been no sich animal. However as my motto is “never say die”, I will not accept defeat before making the attempt.

Dan this week has contributed another copy of the London daily telegraph. I noticed one of the items is the account of the circus fire at Hartford. He also sent a copy of the overseas edition of the Stars and Stripes (July 7th). I hope Dan doesn’t get in the way of any of those Nazi buzzbombs that, according to our news reports here, have been doing considerable damage to those not evacuated from London.

A letter from Dave hazards the optimistic opinion that the European War will be over by the middle of August, and that you all will be home for Christmas, 1945 – and maybe even for Thanksgiving. He also asks for Dan’s address.

I’ll continue this letter tomorrow with individual sections address to Marian, Lad, Dave and Ced.  On Wednesday, the final piece of this very long letter, addressed to Dick.

Judy Guion

Life in Anchorage, Alaska – Itinerary and Job Prospects (2) – July 13, 1940

After the Fourth we both got jobs through the Employment Agency; Ced with Glover’s Super Service Station and I with Mrs. Baldwin as grocery clerk. Both jobs were temporary, at least as far as we were concerned. Ced has landed another job with Woodley Airways as General Service man. His pay is less than the Glover job, but he will get a toehold in Aviation, which is his aim. He starts work Monday with Woodley (July 15). I lost my job with Mrs. Baldwin yesterday at noon. She had found a permanent clerk, who may or may not last. She has had about five or six clerks since the Air Base began taking her men from her. She is hard to get along with, they say. The men usually quit after a week, or a few days. I got along very well with her, having been forewarned at the Employment Office that she was hard to work for.

I have three irons in the fire, each in connection with surveying. One is the Air Base here at Anchorage. Another is the Air Base at Kodiak. The third is the Civil Aeronautics Authority, which is putting in Air Beacons etc., all over Alaska. They do surveying work, of course, preliminary to construction. The latter job, I think, would prove the most interesting, since I would not be stationed in one town. The work is in the interior, and I would have a better chance to see more of Alaska, giant mosquitoes notwithstanding.

When we sold the car in Seattle, we needed the cash to buy our tickets. We had decided that the money in the bank in Bridgeport, which is mine, would pass to you, Dad, in payment for the car. Both Ced and I would feel better about the whole thing if you would buy a new car; at least one better than the Precocious Lemon. Ced saw a car like the Lemon sold for over $300 here!

Since leaving home we have received only two letters from you, Dad, one in Seattle and one in Anchorage. The latter was postmarked July 1, and is the only mail we have received since leaving Seattle! Either the mail is slow, or the letters have not been addressed properly (c/o Gen’l. Del., Anchorage, Alaska), we do not know. The only other mail was from Barbara and Jean, Seattle. (One from Barbie (Plumb, Dan’s girlfriend), two from Jean (Ced’s special friend). I have made a few inquiries, and it seems that airmail is best. A new service has been opened with Fairbanks, so that it is possible to send airmail from here to the states (“outside”) completely by air except from Anchorage to Fairbanks (train). It should not take any longer than five or six days, at the most. I shall send all my mail by air, and I should like to know how it fares. Our address, until further notice, will remain Gen. Del., Anchorage.

Dust, canning salmon, and drunken Indian women are the highlights of Anchorage so far. I don’t know yet whether or not I like it. I hope I can get to the interior, anyhow. Regards to all. Tell them to write. I’ll answer all letters received!

Dan

Ced sends hugs and kisses.

Tomorrow and Sunday, I will be posting the Memories of Richard Peabody Guion during the Early Years.

Judy Guion

Life In Anchorage, Alaska – Itinerary and Job Prospects (1) – July 13, 1940

Daniel  Beck Guion

Cedric Duryee Guion

Hotel Hopkins

July 13, 1940

Dear “Outsiders”,

This is the first letter I have written to youse since leaving, and, although I have not yet become permanently settled, I can catch you up to me, at least.

I have noted a distinct interest in the two letters we have received from Dad about how far we traveled each day. I shall give you our itinerary, but first will qualify it by admitting that Ced might have told you already. I have left everything to him when it came to writing home while I (blush) have written only to Barbara (Barbara Plumb, his girlfriend).

(This is a list of all the places they slept on the trip west)

Thursday, June 13, Kane, Pa.

June 14, Draz’s barn, Chagrin Falls, Wisc.

June 15, Grain Field, Walworth, Wisc.

June 16, Peabody Farm, Wisc.

June 17, Frank Peabody’s, St. Paul, Minn.

June 18, Badlands, S. Dak.

June 19, Wildcat, Wyo.

June 20, Gillespie’s, Missoula, Mont.

June 21, Blewett’s Pass, Washington

June 22, Seattle, about noon. Slept on beach first night.

June 23 – 25, YMCA Hotel, Seattle

June 26 – 28, Inland Passage, arrived Ketchikan

June 29, arrived at Juneau 4:30 A.M.

June 30, arrived Cordova

July 1, arrived the Valdez

July 2, arrived Seward, took train to Anchorage.

July 2 – present, Anchorage (2 – 7 at Anchorage Hotel; 7 – present at Hopkins Hotel).

Our first afternoon in Anchorage we found Mr. Stohl who was tersely polite upon learning that we were friends of Rusty, but he said there was nothing for us at the mine but he was sure we could find work in Anchorage. We went to a few of the offices, and learned that new arrivals from  the “outside” (Cheechakos) were not being accepted on the Government’s Air Base project, since there was an ample supply of Alaskans who were looking for work, but it should not be hard to find other employment. We registered at the Employment Office, and were told that the Rail Road was advertising for men, their employees having left to get better wages with the Air Base. So Ced and I went down to the RR office next AM, underwent a physical examination, and were told that we could go to work after the Fourth. In the meantime, we discovered that any man who worked on the RR could not quit for a job on the Air Base, and no man who had quit the RR could return later! It seemed best, then, to post – pone the RR job until we had exhausted the other possibilities.

Tomorrow, I will post the rest of this letter with more job information and other pieces of news.

Judy Guion