Army Life – Dear Dad – Tentative Plans for Marian – July 10, 1944

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Monday –

Pomona, Calif

7/10/1944

Dear Dad –

Thanks a million for your very nice letter that we received from you last week. Wish I could report some definite plans that the “Roving Guions” have made, but so far everything is still very much up in the air. We might be here two days, two weeks or even two months – we just don’t know. However, we have tried to make a few tentative plans – subject to an immediate change, if necessary.

  1. If it is at all possible I am going to drive the Buick, by way of Orinda, back east to our new destination. (Where??? When ???) We have received permission from the C.O. to get gasoline for the trip, but so far have not applied for it.
  2. I would love to come and stay at Trumbull – I really love it there and can think of no nicer place that I would like to be. Theoretically, you are not supposed to apply for gasoline for a move any oftener than once every six months, so I may be with you longer than you anticipated. In that case, I would probably get a job in Bridgeport. It remains to be seen just what will happen, but maybe I’ll have a chance to spend a winter where it snows yet!
  3. One of the other wives is planning on going east with me, and before we get started, there may be more. But at least, I know I’ll have company and although both of us would rather have our husbands along, Ruth and I have a lot of fun together so it should be a pleasant trip.

That’s the best we can do in the way of plans so far, and any changes or later developments we will report immediately.

The camera arrived safely, Dad. Thanks for sending it to us.

You are a peach for offering to increase our “budget” with another loan. Even though we don’t believe that we will need it, it is nice to know that we can call on you in case of dire necessity.

With two such recommendations as yours and David’s, we decided that we must see “Between Two Worlds” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Between_Two_Worlds_(1944_film)), so we went yesterday. It was a very unusual picture, wasn’t it? We both enjoyed it very much.

Lad is still at Camp Haan, and although he gets home for dinner every night, this business of getting up at four o’clock every morning is no fun. We hope that he will be transferred back to Pomona in a few days so he can get a little more sleep in the mornings.

Thought perhaps we would have a check for you in this letter, but Uncle Sam has not come through as yet, so we are using the allotment check to live on for the time being. Maybe next time, Dad.

With all our love to everyone –

As always,

Marian and Lad

Tomorrow, another letter from Marian about getting ready for the move – to where and when still a big question. On Saturday, another installment of Marian’s Grandfather’s (John Jackson Lewis) Voyage to California in 1851. On Sunday, more about the Rev. Elijah and Clara Guion’s life with their children after  leaving New Orleans, Louisiana. 

Judy Guion

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Trumbull – Dear High School Graduate (2) – Lad and Marian Return to Old Stomping Grounds – June 25, 1944

                        Lad and Marian in Pomona, CA

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In the same mail there also arrived a copy of the London Daily Telegraph of June 7th which Dan thoughtfully sent with copies of the overseas “Stars and Stripes” of June 7th and 9th. Thank you, Dan. It was certainly good to know you were not part of one of the beachhead landing parties and while much of the tough fighting unquestionably lies ahead, your letter was a tonic which sent the blood coursing happily through my arteries. In my exuberance I even tried to do the English crossword puzzle on the back page of the Telegraph but was ignominiously defeated.

There is a note of cheer too in the letter Jean received from Dick: “I am due to leave Ft. Eliza sometime beginning July, but don’t know for where – 50/50 chance of going back to the States.”

Marian writes that she and Lad have returned at last to their old stomping grounds after all to brief visits to their respective in-laws. Marion says now all she needs is to meet the rest of the family in the same kind of pleasant surroundings. They had a very lovely visit with Larry and Marian. On the way west they had rain and even snow all the way to California. Lad has left for two weeks desert training under real war time conditions — gas attacks, blackout restrictions and living in Fox-holes. While at San Francisco they got together with Alta and Arnold. (I will take care of sending the camera and insurance matter. Dave was also grateful for the gas coupon. Knowing Ced, I am sure he doesn’t think you are neglectful but that you just didn’t get his package. Maybe it will turn up someday like the delayed one I sent you.)

Dick, thank you for the cigars. I like them better than the first lot you sent which while more costly, were not so mild as the last lot.

I am now waiting to hear from Alaska as to what Ced has set fire to next. After all the trouble and training I gave you children as to playing with fire, not to say spankings, and to think my third child has turned into a veritable firebug. If Ced ever gets into the Army they should put him in charge of a flamethrower.

Jean is worried about putting on weight. She is a veritable butter tub and we will soon all have to start calling her Fatty. Modesty deters me from mentioning the fact it must be the meals Aunt Betty and I are serving her. Instead of a perfect 36 she now makes straight for the Fashionable Stout Dept. at Read’s and even they have trouble finding 48s and 50s in these days of material shortages. When she reads this of course she will start pursuing me with a rolling pin, but I don’t care. I still can out run a fat woman.

The radio says tonight we have captured Cherbourg, Joe has started his drive from Vitabek to Berlin and another aircraft carrier has just been sunk in the Pacific, so I guess it’s all right for me to retire and let you boys carry on. I’ll be seein you.

DAD

Tomorrow, another letter from Grandpa.

On Saturday, another installment in the Voyage to California of John Jackson Lewis from January to March, 1851.

On Sunday, we’ll pick up the story of Clara Maria de los Dolores Marina de Beck with her marriage to Rev. Elijah Guion. 

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad – Camp Santa Anita (2) – More About Marian – June 114, 1943

Grandpa finally receives a letter from Lad with quite a bit more news about Marian Irwin, his main social companion. Things seem to be moving along quite nicely.

Marian Irwin and Lad Guion

My social life has, if anything, been stepped up. It has also been pretty much concentrated, as far as companionship is concerned, on one girl. I believe I wrote you something about Marian Irwin previously, and she is the subject of concentration. You may hear more about her in the future. Every Thursday evening about 12 or 15 of us, in mixed company, go bowling, and a couple of weeks ago I sort of missed the boat, got off the beam, you know, was behind the eight ball, or in any case I took a couple of bets with Marian, and lost both of them. One game was for a bottle of her favorite perfume against a carton of cigarettes, and the other was for the admission to the play “Firefly”. I pay off Wednesday, and am sort of looking forward to it. Tomorrow night there is to be a swim party and picnic afterward at the Hospitality Center,  sponsored by the Senior and Junior hostesses of the South Pasadena Hospitality House. I expect that it will be a lot of fun. However it reminds me of something you can do for me. In my trunk, I think in the right hand corner, under two or three layers, is my bathing suit. Please dig it out and send it to me here at Camp Santa Anita. The keys for the trunk are in your drawer in the dresser in your room. And continuing on the social life, tonight I am supposed to attend a surprise birthday party for one of the Junior hostesses at her house. She is a friend of Marian’s and has really been awfully nice to all of us. In fact, the four of us, (Vic is no longer a part of our gang), are invited. That is Art, Jr., Vince and myself, and ever since we first started going to the Hospitality House regularly, we have just about taken over the place. Everyone there knows us by our first names, and we are always being invited to something, or someplace. We all expect to have a good time, as usual. That is a sample of just how our free hours are spent, week after week, and on into eternity, I hope. Last night, Art, Marian, and a girlfriend of Art’s and myself went to Hollywood and spent all evening dancing to Woody Herman at the Palladium. Woody is one of the Swing Band Leaders that I don’t like particularly, but he does have a good orchestra and plays some sweet music now and then. Marian is not a jitterbug and neither am I, but she is a very good dancer and we get along very well, dancing to almost any type of music, so we had a perfect time.

I said that Vic is no longer here. He has been accepted by the Army to attend college where he is to study electrical engineering. That means that he will, in all probability, be part of the Army of Occupation that is being built up now. However we do not know just yet to which school he will be sent.

This afternoon, before starting this, I took the machine apart and cleaned it and it is working quite well. There goes the siren which means there are 5 minutes to go until quitting time, so if I want to get supper before it is too late I had better finish this up quick.

So long.

Lad

P.S. the correct phrase is Buenas Noches and not as you wrote it, just in case you didn’t know.

AG

Tomorrow, Wednesday and Thursday will be letters from Grandpa. On Friday, another from Lad.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad – Camp Santa Anita (1) – Not Much To Do – June 14, 1943

 

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Camp Santa Anita

June 14, 1943

Dear Dad:

This is Monday afternoon. I’m so terribly busy that I’ve had no time to write this morning, and so I have to do it now. (Apparently the ribbon is pretty shot so I shall write in red. Hope you can read it without too much trouble). It is a shame for the past four weeks or more I have done practically nothing, one week I spent out on the range, shooting for record, but even that was not too much of a success. Out of a possible 220 I pulled in only 165. Other than that I have done very little. No instructing, to speak
of, and most of the time I’ve devoted to “goldbricking”, and designing. The basic diesel principles course of which I wrote still has not received the final sanction from Washington, but the office is expecting daily. (And I don’t mean the secretaries – of which there are many, some very good-looking too). Therefore I’ve been making an injector test stand. It has been a lot of fun, but the thing is still only on paper, I won’t know just how well it will work for about a week. Art Lind has been put into the service so I’m in full authorized charge of the tentative class. That means that I’m in line for a staff rating and Art has a bet with me that by the end of August I shall have received the rating. Since the bet is worth winning, I hope that he will sort of give things a little help whenever he can, now that he has the opportunity. I definitely will not be sorry to receive it.

No further news on my furlough. However there has been no chance as yet, concerning the approximate date, and therefore I’m still expecting it to be toward the end of August. And that brings up another matter. I may need a little money in order to get home by plane if possible, and if not, by train. In any case I don’t think that it will be more than $50 or $75. Now if you will be in a position to help, fine and dandy, but if not, fine also. I can get money out here rather easily.

On the $525, I have not been able to find out much. It all amounts to the fact that the check is being handled by a bank here and not an individual.

Tomorrow, the rest of this letter, mostly about Marian Irwin.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Family – Marian’s Account of Their Furlough – June 18, 1944

Marian Irwin Guion at Trumbull - 1945 (cropped)Sunday

(6/18/44)

Dear family –

Back at Pomona again, with memories of the trip that I wouldn’t exchange for all the gold in the world. To have the chance to meet all of you, and to have Lad there too, means more to me than I could possibly tell you, but I think you understand. Now all I need is to meet the rest of the family in the same kind of pleasant surroundings. I have so very many pleasant and thrilling thoughts about Trumbull and the wonders of “our” family that I should certainly think I could find words to express them, but somehow they just won’t come out. Maybe they are too far down inside me! Anyway, they are there for me to reminisce (spelling???) and remember when things begin to turn blue or topsy-turvy for the time being.

You are right, Dad, about our flitting about meeting so many relatives that we forgot about writing to you. We were going to send you a telegram saying we had arrived safely, but it was three days after our arrival at Orinda before we thought about it. We’re sorry.

We had a very lovely visit with Larry and Marian. They have a lovely place in Milan, and we only wish we could have stayed longer. But time was hurrying by, so we got a train Tuesday morning and left Chicago Tuesday night. Had rain and even snow all the way home (until we reached California, of course!!), so that the train ride wasn’t so dirty, and then had a grand visit with my Mom and Dad. All in all it was a wonderful furlough, and we will talk about it for months to come.

In the excitement of our trip we neglected to mention a few minor details, so here’s where we catch up.

  1. Lad has changed the address of my allotment check (again !!!) so after July you probably won’t be getting them anymore. And incidentally, Dad, if the July one comes to you, would you mail it to us in a long envelope? The government and the banks object if you have any folds in them.
  2. Lad would like to have the address of his Life Insurance Company.
  3. We are enclosing with this letter a gasoline certificate that Lad would like you to give to Dave when he gets home on furlough. (Isn’t it grand that he’s getting their just at graduation time! Wish we could see him!)

I think that is all, Dad, as far as business matters go, except that we want to add an exceptionally grateful thanks a million for sending us the money to help us get home. Dad’s are so wonderful, when, without any complaint or question, they immediately find the cash for various and sundry (not to mention sudden) requests from their offspring for cash – even when it upsets the apple cart quite frequently. But we did appreciate it so very much Dad, and you shall be repaid as soon as possible.

In your last letter you mentioned to Ced that you didn’t think we received a package from him – and that is true. We haven’t! Should we write and tell Ced? He probably thinks we have just neglected to thank him. And it ‘tisn’t so!

Seems to me I’ve rambled on enough, for this time. Lad sent his very best regards and love to all of you. He left tonight for two weeks desert training – not to enthusiastically, either. They are having real war-time conditions there, with gas attacks, blackouts, restrictions, and living in fox-holes. No wonder he’s not too enthusiastic!

With my love to all of you –

As ever,

Marian

P.S. – Dad – you might know we couldn’t get away without leaving something! The movie camera! We think it is in the closet under the stairs. If you find it will you mail it to us, please? Thanks a lot.

M

P.P.S. – We also saw Arnold and Alta (Gibson). They are living in Vallejo for the time being, although Arnold expected to be sent out this week. They came over to see us on Sunday – had dinner with my family – and Lad and Arnold caught up with each other’s pasts. We were very glad to see them both.

Tomorrow, the next installment of the Voyage to California by John Jackson Lewis, written in 1851.

On Sunday, the story of Josephine Cadoret, the mother of Clara Maria de los Dolores Marina de Beck Guion, and quite a story it is.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Chilluns – Well, They’re Here – May 26, 1944

Lad and Marian Guion's wedding - Nov. 14, 1943 - close-up with hat and coursage

Trumbull, Conn., May 26, 1944

Dear Chilluns:

Well, there here! They arrived about 11 o’clock Saturday morning. I met them at the railroad station and knew at first glance what I have surmised right along: that my new daughter rated 100%, not only with her husband but with her father-in-law, and I don’t doubt with all her new brothers in law when you have had a chance to get acquainted. With no more than a very short acquaintance to date, I should say her two outstanding characteristics were kindness and a jolly good nature – – a happy disposition and a natural charm that makes everyone like her at once. As she will probably read this I won’t say too much on the subject here and now but I think any family reunions we have, and which of course I am looking forward to, will be all the happier for her presence. It looks as though Lad’s married life would be a peaceful and happy one.

They had an uneventful trip from Los Angeles except in that section of the country where the floodwaters delayed all travel, but stopped and had a fleeting meeting with Aunt Elsie at the Grand Central just before rushing to catch the Bridgeport train. Last night we saw some pictures of the wedding on both movie and Kodachrome slides. They were both pretty tired after so many nights traveling and trying to sleep under difficult conditions so this morning they slept until dinnertime. Biss, Zeke and the two youngsters came over for dinner but Jean had been invited some weeks before to spend the weekend with her aunt, so the family circle was not quite complete.

Right now Marian and Lad are looking over our famous log telling of the famous cruise of the Helen, and from the laughter that bubbles out frequently it seems as though there must have been quite a few funny incidents. I guess I’ll have to look over it myself again to refresh my memory.

The only note this week is a letter from Dave in which he is hopeful of making legal matters in connection with Grandma’s will to be an excuse for catching a furlough in June. He is now completely recovered from the mumps, which I guess was a light case, and is now back in the regular routine. I am waiting to find out if he will continue in radio where he left off.

Mr. and Mrs. Gibson stopped in after church today to see Lad and said Arnold and Alta had started on their motorcycle for San Francisco where he is to be stationed a few days before final acceptance under the contract he had arranged for work at Pearl Harbor. Alta cannot go out there with him immediately but hopes eventually to line up for some sort of job that will permit her to join him later. He sold his Packard, his canoe and the trailer within a day after advertising them in the paper.

Lad, who talked with Aunt Dorothy for a few minutes, says Ted and Helen expect to be in New York this week, that Anne has gone to Vermont presumably for Gweneth’s graduation. Aunt Dorothy is not feeling yet quite up to the strain of wartime train trips but hopes before long to be able to make a visit to Trumbull. Meantime Lad and Marian plan to go to New York someday this week to see them all.

Summons for supper, combined with lack of further news, induces me to forgo starting a second page, so ta ta from

DAD

Tomorrow and Friday, one more letter from Grandpa about Lad and Marian’s trip to Trumbull. Grandpa finally meets Marian. 

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Judy and Doug Write to Grandpa – September 4, 1946

This is the very first letter I wrote to Grandpa. I was only about 2 months old and he was up on the Island for a much-needed vacation. Mother (Marian) wanted to keep Grandpa informed about family happenings while he was away.

Judith Anne Guion

Sept. 4th

Hello, Grandpaw –

Thank you very much for your card. I don’t need the pillow case, really, very much of the time, so I’m glad you are able to use it. Doug and I would like to be up there with you – but Mother says “we are too young.” Imagine !

We received an announcement of Bar (Barbara Plumb) and Pete’s (Linsley) wedding yesterday. Their picture was in the paper, so I cut it out and saved it for you. I thought you would like to have it. We also received a package from Marian and Larry Peabody. Doug and I got rompers and booties. They also enclosed a wedding gift for Mom and Dad. Will you tell Aunt Jean there is also one for her and Dick too. We put it up in their room.

Everyone here is just fine – Mother manages to keep busy – she seems to think we take up quite a bit of time – Aunt Betty is fine – and Uncle Dave is more than busy at the office. But he doesn’t mind.

Tell Aunt Jean that Mother enjoyed Bar’s shower very much. There were about 30 people there, and Bar got some lovely gifts. In case she’s wondering, Aunt Jean gave her a Fostoria Cake Plate. Mother heard that Edith Rogan had a baby girl – and Beryl Woods and the Feller boy who used to work at Herb’s (Market in Trumbull Center) (Stanley ??) are engaged. They are to be married in Oct. sometime. Doty Mae is one of the bridesmaids.

Love to all,

Judy

 

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Douglas Alfred Guion

Sept. 4th

Dear Old Man Pablum –

Enjoyed your card very much – It’s sort of monotonous around here these days – what with eating and sleeping – and sleeping and eating, so any diversion is most welcome. Glad to hear that your hay fever is no longer with you. The weather around here has been a little on the chilly side in the mornings and evenings –around 50 degrees – but the days are fairly warm.

When I was reading the paper the other night, I came across the enclosed clipping by Walter Kiernan. Mother practically had hysterics over it, so I thought you might enjoy it, too. It’s sort of torn, but I think you can read it.

We are also enclosing two letters – one from Ced and one from Dan. Ced’s letter enclosed a check, which we gave to Uncle Dave. He said he’d take it to the bank for you. Dan’s letter contains some good news. From what I’ve heard of French girls, I’m really looking forward to meeting Cousin Arla.

Drop us a card again when you have the time. The whole family enjoys them.

So long Old Man –

Doug

Tomorrow, a letter to Ced from his cousin, Don Stanley, son of Aunt Anne (Peabody) Stanley, Arla’s younger sister).

On Saturday, another installment of the Voyage to California by John Jackson Lewis.

On Sunday, more of My Ancestors, especially Louis Guion, Jr.

Judy Guion