Trumbull – Dear Kith… (2) – A Request From Grandma Peabody – April 18, 1943

This is the second half of a letter, dated April 11, 1943,  addressed to: Dear Kith (I won’t bother with the kin tonight) AND, of course, Jean. It includes a request from Grandma Peabody.

Grandma Peabody

Grandma Peabody

What struck me as one of the saddest letters I have ever received reached me last week from Grandma – – sad, not so much in what she says but in what it implies. Here it is: “Dear Alfred: I am in bed and it’s nearly midnight, and as much as I am in quite a predicament and not very good at beating around the bush, I thought I better write to you, plain as possible. I am very anxious to leave here and I wonder if I could come and stay at your house again. I could not do any more work than I did before but I would like to come if it is possible for you to let me. I went to stay with Kemper last May against my will, the same as I went with them to Vermont, against my better judgment. But at the time it seemed the only solution and Ethel told me she wanted me. These two people are very trying to live with day after day, month after month. I have kept out of their way, staying in my room hunched up in my chair, so to speak, ever since we came here. I am feeling fine now, thanks to some vitamins I have been taking regularly for many weeks. I have plenty of bedding for my use and as I am not very big, a cot bed would do me very well. Please let me know as soon as possible. This maybe, is a strange letter, but if I see you I can explain things. I have been so lonesome and you know I believe that most of my children are not welcome here. Not for a night or a meal. Do write soon and let me know. Mother.

It must be cold. My window is completely covered with ice, but fortunately the wind is from the south somewhere so my room is warm. Dorothy’s apartment is too small for two people. I hope you can take pity on me. Mother.”

This is due notice to you all, that if or when the time ever comes when I am not welcome at my children’s homes, that is the time to drop a big load of arsenic in my coffee.

After discussing the matter with Dave and Aunt Betty, I wrote to Mother and told her to come ahead, and after she arrived we would talk over room arrangements. I told her as tactfully as I could that no changes could be considered as far as Aunt Betty’s and Jean’s room is (or are) concerned, but that, as Dave plans to sleep on the sleeping porch this summer and the attic room could be used as a spare room for the boys on furlough, if she didn’t mind the lack of privacy, the room off my room would be available. Up to this writing I have had no further word from her.

A letter from Dan, bearing evidence of manfully struggling with a post office type of pen, says: “Notice has been posted that Co. D must devote this spring and summer to training for overseas duty, and must be prepared to leave at any time. How much significance can be attached to this notice can only be conjectured. Our work has not been altered yet in any manner.”

Jean (Mrs. Richard) Guion

Jean (Mrs. Richard) Guion

Saturday brought a welcome letter from Jean. Her train arrived three hours late but model rpg-dick-in-uniform-without-mustache-1945husband Dick was there to meet her. His C.O. had given him an overnight pass, and later in the week another, so he ranks high with Jean. Dick thinks he is tops also. Jean is in a small hotel just across the street from the beach, and likes it very much. Dick has a nice tan and looks the picture of health. He seems to like Army life very much, including his C.O. (Yes, Jean dear, I shall send your check by airmail as soon as it arrives. In the meantime, however, if the family vaults can be rifle for your benefit, just say the word. And tell that lanky son of mine, will you please, to answer my letter about his insurance premium so I’ll know how he wants it handled.)

Alaska and California didn’t report last week, but here’s hoping this week may bring some news from these far Western outposts.

Catherine Warden (the tenant in the apartment) came back from the hospital today. Paul had painted the apartment and some of the furniture and the girls had put up some draperies. Barbara (Plumb) had furnished a beautiful bunch of flowers and altogether the apartment looked very attractive. The children come home next Sunday, according to plan, as the German reports have it.

Well, for a fellow with headache and bloodshot eyes, I seem to have done right by you little Nell’s as far as two pages of correspondence this evening is concerned, and now methinks I will take a well-earned rest, but I’ll be thinking of you and hoping you won’t forget to write your one and only               DAD

Tomorrow, a letter from Lad, written on Hospitality Center of South Pasadena stationery. Fridayday brings another letter from Grandpa to finish out the week..  

Judy Guion


Trumbull – Dear Sons (2) – Fatherly Advice – August 18, 1946



Aunt Betty Duryee, Grandpa and Aunt Elsie Guion, summer, 1946

Page 2    8/18/46

I got to thinking the other day what changes the year has brought to the family, so for just a sort of check-up, let’s turn back the pages and see what the status was a year ago – in August, 1945.

This was the month of the first atomic bomb, of the Russian declaration of war, of Japan’s offer to quit. Ced was seriously thinking of buying a plane of his own and was in the market for a secondhand Army ship. Jean was all agog over her first planned trip to far off Brazil to join Dick. Lad, attending his brother’s wedding in Calais had “just missed the boat”, and instead popped in on us on the 16th. Marion quit working for Sikorsky in consequence. Dave received the surrender news at Okinawa and a short time after took a plane ride to Manila. Dan was enjoying a French honeymoon and home here, we were enjoying buying tires and gas and canned goods without ration tickets.

Just a year before that Dave was at camp Missouri complaining of chiggers, etc. Lad traveled from S. Calif. to Jackson, Miss., in a car with a hot box and Marian followed in the Buick and trailer. Dan made his first crossing of the English Channel and wrote from an orchard in Normandy. Dick was in Brazil saying very little and Ced wrote his classic account of fishing procedures in Alaska.

Some months have passed since I have directed any moral bombshells at you, but don’t surmise I have ceased to campaign for my favorite topic of finding what you want to do and going after it. The recent death of H. G. Wells recalls a book he once wrote in which there was a man who is tired, as he says, of following little motives which are like fires that go out by the time you get to them. All about us, these days, are men and women without any great meaning or momentum. These people move by fits and starts and are easily stalled in the muck of their own aimlessness. So was Mr. Wells’ man. “I do not deserve to be called a personality. I cannot discover even a general direction. I am much more like a taxicab in which all sorts of aims and desires traveled to their destination, and get out”. There it is – – little motives, so many of them worthless, marginal destinations, so many of them unimportant. The most majestic thing in creation – – human personality – – reduced to the status of a hackney bus, taking on and letting off a conglomerate of impulses, wishes, half-hearted purposes, half-baked ideas. Aimlessness should be called the “occupational disease” of the unoccupied. The cure is to agree with one’s self on at least one great consuming  purpose which gathers up all lesser motives just as a general gathers his armies into a unified command. “He who keeps one end in view”, says Browning, “makes all things serve.”

If you don’t like these occasional bursts of fatherly advice, I can point one way out – keep me so busy quoting letters from France and Alaska I shall be so occupied in so doing that I shall not have to write something like the above to fill up the space. I’m sure you would far rather hear from your brothers then get a dose of Dad’s morality. But there, be of good cheer, when I leave Trumbull for New Hampshire the letters will probably be few and far between. Meantime, happy days to you both and the speedy return to Old Trumbull.


Tomorrow, another letter from Grandpa to his sons, Dan and Ced, the only ones still away from home.. Then a letter from Ced and one from Dave to his father, on the Island, about business doings. Judy


Trumbull – To the Guion Squad, Quartette, Foursome, or What Have You, Greetings – Family News – April 1, 1943

Alfred Duryee Guion

Jean and Dick Guion

Trumbull, Conn, April 4, 1943

To the Guion Squad, Quartette, Foresome, or what have you, GREETINGS:

Here again it is time to sum up the weekly events as it affects far-flung Guion family, it’s relatives and friends. First in the field of Correspondence Received, there is a three-page letter from our Alaskan outpost, all in red (probably inspired by the income tax he so lately filed), which relates in some detail a week-and skiing adventure conducted amid great tribulations due to a combination of meeting army trucks on narrow roads too narrow to permit passing, necessitating backing up a hill for a quarter of a mile, plus the back wheel of his car coming off; the damaging of one of their planes through the failure of a five-ton tri-motored Boeing to properly take off, etc.

A letter to Jean from Dick urged her to come to Miami in view of the news he had just received to the effect that Dick had been notified his group were being trained for service overseas after a short period of training was completed. So Jean promptly applied for and received a leave of absence, bought her ticket, wired Dick to get ready for a second honeymoon and this morning left on the Silver Meteor for Florida. Dave and Aunt Betty and yours truly made sure she and her baggage were properly entrained at Bridgeport. Barbara (Plumb), too, accompanied us, intending to go to New York with Jean. On the way down in the car, the lure of adventure was too much for Dave so on the spur of the moment he decided to skip Sunday school and go along to New York with Barbara and Jean.

Still another item of correspondence was a letter from Anne ((Peabody) Stanley) announcing receipt of a cable from Donald (Stanley), reading “All well and safe, love”. No date or place given, but the words “sans origine” furnished a slight clue. She also enclosed a clipping from a war correspondent, which in part reads: “Those who don’t know the M.P.’s are ignorant of one of the finest groups in the Army. The military police don’t have the taint to them that they had in the last war. This time they are a specially picked, highly trained, permanent organization. Their training starts where commandos leave off, and from the M.P.’s I’ve seen, their demeanor and conduct, I believe that next to Rangers and Paratroopers, they are really the pick of the Army.”

Also a letter from Grandma to Aunt Betty quotes Anne as writing: “Jean and Dick’s wedding was the most beautiful and strange wedding she had ever seen. She said “I don’t believe there will ever be one like it.” Grandma’s letter also mentions that Burton (Peabody) was in N.Y. recently. He looks fine and has gained 10 pounds. Helen (Peabody) and Ted (Human) are in Mexico, and Larry (Peabody) plans to have a big vegetable garden this summer. Kemper and Ethel (Peabody) are busy helping to relieve the meat and milk shortage. We all owe Grandma a big vote of thanks for interesting and newsy letters. If it were not for her, we would have difficulty in keeping up with the Peabody doings. If you boys could find time to write her once in a while, it would be fine.

It was Lad’s birthday yesterday. For over a month now I have been trying to get him an army (khaki colored, with Army insignia) pen and pencil set, but each time was told they were on order but not yet received. Yesterday, I did find a set not as good as the one I saw some time ago, and of course not good enough in my opinion for Lad, but I sent it to him anyway. (If the nib does not suit your hand writing, Lad, almost any shop out there where they sell fountain pens will substitute the pen itself for one of your liking, at a small fee.

Love from us all here.


Tomorrow I’ll post another entry from the Diary and Journal of John Jackson Lewis during his Voyage to California.

On Sunday, another of My Ancestors, namely Joseph Marshall Jr.

Judy Guion


My Ancestors (5) – Joost Durie (Duryea, Duryee) and Descendants – 1675 – 1919

Because I am in the process of trying to clarify information from the 1600’s on Louis Guion, I am going to hold off posting about this ancestor for now. Instead, you will learn about the Duryee side of the family, Grandpa’s mother’s  ancestors.

(1) Joost Durie, (2) Charles Duryee, (3) Jacob Duryee, (4) Abraham Duryee, (5) Jacob Duryee, (6) Joseph Woodward Duryee, (7) Ella (Duryee) Guion, (8) Alfred Duryee Guion, (9) Alfred Peabody Guion, (10) Judith Anne Guion

I have very little information on our Duryee (Durie, Duryea) ancestors so I will post information on the direct line from Joost Durie to Ella Duryee, who married Alfred Beck Guion and was the mother of Alfred Duryee Guion, my Grandpa.

In researching the origins of Joost Durie, our original Duryee ancestor, some facts remain constant but a few are not. Some of the information I have found states that he was born in (1) 1635 in Nord, France; or (2) 1635 in the Netherlands; or (3) 1650 in France; or (4) 1650 in Mannheim, Germany; or (5) 1650 in Nord, France; or … you get the picture.

Joost Durie might have been married in (1) Mannheim Germany, on 28 Feb 1671 or (2) 18 May 1673 or (3) 28 Feb 1672 in Mannheim or (4) 28 Feb 1672 in France. The most often reported date is 28 Feb 1671 in Mannheim.

All records show that he married Magdalena Le Fevre or Magdalena Antoine Le Fevre and that he died about 9 June 1727.

It is possible that Joost Durie, b. 1635 in France could be the father of Joost Durie, born in 1650 in Mannheim, Germany. With the same name, some early information could be incorrectly reported for an individual, such as birth date and place.

Consistent information is that Joost Durie (Duryea, Duryee) emigrated about 1675 on the ship “Gilded Otter” from Mannheim, on the palatin of the Rhyn. He was a French Huguenot and was accompanied by his wife, Magdalena Le Fevre. He settled in New Utrecht, Long Island, and afterwards moved to Bushwick, Long Island. He had seven sons and two daughters. He died in Bushwick, Long Island about 9 June 1727.


Charles Duryee, fifth son of Joost, was born about 1688. He married, first, Cornelia, daughter of Johannes Schenck, and second, Mary Robertson. He died in 1753 leaving his homestead in Bushwick, Long Island to his son Jacob.


Jacob Duryee, fifth son of Charles, was born 5 May 1730. On 24 Dec 1752, he married Cornelia Schenck, daughter of Peter Schenck. He lived in Bushwick, Long Island and died 19 Sept 1796.


Abraham Duryee, fourth son of Jacob, was born in Bushwick, Long Island, 14 Jan 1762. On 7 Feb 1790, he married Temperance, daughter of Corrporal Joseph Woodward, who served in Captain Isaac Sergeant’s Company, Major Ebenezer Backas Regiment Light Horse, Conn., he served in New York, September – November, 1776, was taken prisoner of war and died on the prison ship “Jersey” in New York harbor.


Jacob Duryee, son of Abraham, was born in Bushwick, Long Island, 14 Mar ____ (year left out). He married, first, Eliza Dean, and second, Hannah O’Dell. He was a veteran of the war of 1812, and an Elder and Trustee of Market Street Reformed Dutch Church for many years. He died 7 Mar 1861.


Joseph Woodward Duryee, fifth son of Jacob, was born 9 May 1823. He married, first, Eliza Pell Beadel and second, Mary Dean Wells. For many years he was a prominent merchant of New York City (See last week’s post about Alfred Beck Guion for more information on his business). He died 25 Jan 1896.


Ella Duryee, second daughter of Joseph Woodward Duryee and Eliza Pell Beadel, was born 2 July 1850. She married Alfred Beck Guion on 16 Sept 1882. They had two children, Alfred Duryee Guion and Elsie May Guion. Ella  died 5 Sept 1919.

Note of interest: Lizzie (Elizabeth) Duryee, fifth daughter of Joseph Woodward Duryee and Eliza Pell Beadel, was born 11 Oct 1863, and after the death of Arla (Peabody) Guion, spent many years living in Trumbull, taking care of the house and family. You may recognize the name Aunt Betty from some of Grandpa’s letters.

Tomorrow I will begin posting a week of letters written in 1946, beginning with a special announcement.

Judy Guion


Friends – Biss Writes to Ced and A Quick Note From Lad – March 31 and April 2, 1944

Elizabeth (Biss) Guion Zabel

            Elizabeth (Biss) Guion Zabel

Friday afternoon

2:07 P.M.


Dear Ced: —

I am going to do a mean thing to you and write a very short note, as it is well into the PM already and I have touched nothing at all in the house. Besides I have just finished writing five other letters and am beginning to get tired. I wrote Alfred, Aunt Dorothy, Uncle Burton, Peg and Viv. Viv was disappointed because she didn’t get to see you while you were home. I am writing mainly to find out how you made out with your deferment and whether or not this new law, of all under 26, will spoil your deferment for you – I hope you will be able to hold off until June and maybe you will be able to keep out altogether.

I got a letter from Aunt Dorothy this morning and she is up and around again – that is what started me on this writing spree. I had been meaning to write her ever since I found out she was laid up. I am beginning to feel like my old self again, thank goodness. Butch is supposed to be in bed with a cold but I think he is out more than in – I have told him to get back to bed so far about 100 times at least. Marty just came in from outside with wet feet and pants so he has to go to bed as soon as he is through  in the bathroom. They’re going to have their pictures taken tomorrow night in their sailor suits. I wish it would get nice and warm out – we have had a couple of warm days so far and it just makes one inpatient for more of them. Marty is calling so I guess I had better close here.



P.S. – My arm is so tired it is stiff and sore – that is my real reason for stopping.


Because this note from Biss  is so short, I am also going to add a short note from Lad.

Lad Guion

Lad Guion

Sun., April 2, 1944

Dear Dad, Aunt Betty, etc.: –

Tomorrow is the big day. I shall be 30. Getting along in years, eh ! Got your gift and letter also. Thanks, Dad, and when we have a few spare moments we shall write an answer to your letter enclosing the checked suggestions.

Our mailing address still remains the same (491, Pomona) but we have moved into an apartment in a town called Ontario, about 2 1/2 miles east of Pomona. It reminds me of the Ives’s place as it was before Fred Stanley bought it. We only have a couple of rooms, but we have worked all day today and it is not even half completed. Gee, there are so many things to be done, you wonder if they will ever be finished. In our case it is almost futile, since just about the time we have it fixed to our satisfaction, Uncle Sam will move me to some other camp, as has been the case ever since we were married. The place is at 3132 W. A. St., Ontario. It is on the main road to Los Angeles and the trucks keep Marion awake still, but I guess I’m used to lots of noise or I’m too tired at night not to sleep. Anyway, I sleep. It is a couple of minutes after nine, but since I have to get up at 4:30 AM, nine o’clock is my bedtime, and I sure can use one tonight. Give my love to Aunt Betty and the rest and I’ll see you all sometime soon.


Tomorrow, another letter from Grandpa covering news of Trumbull family and friends. 

Judy Guion

My Ancestors (4) – Ella (Duryee) Guion – 1850 – 1919

(1) Ella (Duryee) Guion, (2) Alfred Duryee Guion, (3) Alfred Peabody Guion, (4) Judith Anne Guion

Ella Duryee was born on July 2, 1850, the second daughter of Joseph Woodward Duryee and Eliza Pell (Beadel) Duryee. She had three younger sisters, Florence, born in 1855, Lillian, born in 1860 and Elizabeth (Lizzie) born in 1863. Her father was a prominent lumber merchant in New York City.

Ella Duryee

On September 16, 1882, at the age of 32, she married Alfred Beck Guion in Manhattan, New York. Alfred was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, and moved to New York to become a stockbroker.

Their first child, Alfred Duryee Guion (my Grandpa) was born on September 11, 1884 in New York City.

Alfred Duryee Guion (my Grandpa) circa 1885.

Three years later, their daughter, Elsie May, was born in Mount Vernon, New York.

Ella (Duryee) Guion and Elsie May Guion on the front porch of the Lincoln Avenue House in Chester Hill.

A quote from Alfred Duryee Guion’s Reminiscences:

Soon thereafter we moved into a brand-new house which my father had built in a newer part of town known as Chester Hill. My father, who insisted on having the best, regardless of expense, was quite proud of this house. He had an architect design it. My grandfatherJoseph Woodward Duryee), being in the lumber business, was able to procure exceptional lumber for its construction so that each of the rooms was finished differently, one in Cherry, one in Black Walnut, one in Quartered Oak, one in Circassian Walnut, etc., all selected for their beautiful graining. On the ground floor was what we called the “Round Room” in which even the windowpanes were curved glass. The maid’s room on the top floor was necessary because in those days it was customary to hire a maid.

One year as our vacation had ended at a farmhouse in upper New York State, the morning had come when we were to leave for home. My mother had saved out my best bib and tucker for the homeward journey, the big trunk holding all our clothes had been carefully packed, the huge leather strap that went around it had been tightened and buckled, and the husky, hired man had come to take it down the stairs to the buckboard en route to the railroad station. Breakfast was not quite ready and I was told I might go out and play in the yard near the house but NOT TO GET MY NICE, CLEAN, CLOTHES DIRTY. Right in front of the house was a little brook spanned by a foot-bridge. I avoided the bridge itself but stood at one side of the muddy bank to watch little chips of wood I threw float downstream. I slipped and fell into the brook, got up all wet and muddy and went back to my mother. This time it was she and not my father who told me a few things.

Alfred Duryee Guion in a self-portrait in the Lincoln Avenue House.


Ella (Duryee) Guion

Ella (Duryee) Guion was a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution, her lineage tracing back to her great-great-grandfather, Joseph Woodward  who served in the Light Horse under Mandajor Ebenezer Backus at Harlem Heights. He was captured and died in the person ship “Jersey”.

Alfred Duryee Guion, their dog and Elsie May Guion in front of the Lincoln Avenue house.


Alfred Beck Guion and Ella Duryee Guion (far right) and 3 unidentified women, possibly Ella’s sisters, Florence, Lillian and Elizabeth (Lizzie)) on the porch of the Lincoln Avenue house.

He (my Father) worked for a brokerage firm on Wall Street and was quite conscientious, so much so that in years of panic (today we would call it depression), losses of his clients, as well, I suspect, as of his own, worried him to the extent of bringing on heart trouble. He died in his 40s from angina pectoris, leaving a heavily mortgaged home and comparatively little life insurance. A Masonic friend of my father’s kindly stepped in and negotiated the sale of the Lincoln Avenue house for a smaller house on Dell Avenue, with a small cash surplus. It entailed a considerably lower standard of living. My mother, who had a sunny, even-tempered disposition, made the best of things. After my grandfather died, my aunts, Mary, Lillian and Lizzie (who preferred to be called Aunt Betty) came to live with us and helped share in living expenses.In the 1900 Census, recorded on June 6, 1900, Ella Guion (49) is listed as living on Dell Avenue in Mount Vernon, New York. Living with her is her son, Alfred (15), her daughter, Elsie May (12), and her sisters, Lillian ((40) and Lizzie (36).


fr: Ella Duryee Guion, Elsie May Guion; back: Alfred Duryee Guion, and possibly Aunt Lillian and Aunt Betty (Lizzie).


Alfred Duryee Guion in front of the Dell Avenue house in Mt. Vernon, NY, circa 1902.


(Possibly Lizzie and Lillian) with Alfred Duryee Guion (standing), Spot at his feet and Ella (Duryee) Guion on the far right.

Ella (Duryee) Guion passed away 5 September, 1919, in Mount Vernon, New York.

Tomorrow, I will begin posting letters written in 1944. all five sons are no serving Uncle Sam, with the youngest, Dave, in the midst of his early training.

Judy Guion

My Ancestors (3) – Alfred Beck Guion – 1853 – 1899

(1) Alfred Beck Guion, (2) Alfred Duryee Guion, (3) Alfred Peabody Guion, (4) Judith Anne Guion

Alfred Beck Guion was born September 24, 1853, in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was the ninth child of Elijah Guion 2nd and Clara Maria de los Dolores Marina de Beck. Life must have been interesting. His father has been described as a stern, half-puritanical, New York religionist and minister, who pastored in the smaller Louisiana communities before he was called to St. Paul’s, New Orleans’ principle Episcopal church. His mother was born in Havana, Cuba, July 18, 1819. She and her mother were living at the estate of her mother’s sister, who was married to Miguel Tacon, who became the Spanish governor of Cuba in 1834. The stories of these two unique individuals will be covered in multiple, future posts.

I have not been able to find very much information regarding Alfred Beck Guion’s life in New Orleans. I did find him listed in the 1880 census as living with an aunt, Mary L. Guion, widow of Rev. Alvah Guion, in Brooklyn, New York with his occupation listed as stockbroker.

At some time between 1880 and 1884, He met and married Ella Duryee, second daughter of Joseph Woodward Duryee and Eliza Pell Beadel, a prominent lumber merchant in New York City.

The following quotes are from the Reminiscenses of Alfred Duryee Guion (Grandpa), written in 1960.

“From the time I was three years old until I was married, we lived in Mount Vernon, a small suburb some 13 miles from Grand Central. My only sister, Elsie, was born there in a house on 11th Ave.

             Alfred and Elsie Guion at the Chester Hill house @ 1894

Soon thereafter (about 1887-8) we moved into a brand-new house which my father had built in a newer part of town known as Chester Hill. Here I spent most of my childhood. My father, who insisted on having the best regardless of expense, was quite proud of this house. He had an architect designed it. My grandfather, (Joseph Woodward Duryee) being in the lumber business, was able to procure exceptional lumber for its construction so that each of the rooms was finished differently, one in Cherry, one in black walnut, one in quartered Oak, one in’s occasion walnut, etc., all selected for their beautiful graining. On the second floor was what we called the “round room” in which even the windowpanes were curved glass. The maids room on the top floor was necessary because in those days it was customary to hire a maid.

Alfred Beck Guion and Ella Duryee Guion (far right) and 3 unidentified women, (possibly her sisters) on the porch of the Lincoln Avenue house.


                                     Lincoln Avenue – original Fireplace


                   Lincoln Avenue – original tile fireplace hearth


                            Lincoln Avenue original fireplace – detail


                      Lincoln Avenue – original front door


                           Lincoln Avenue – original wood trim

Papa was quite active in Masonic affairs being eminently successful in this as in most other projects that interested him, was generally very popular, a good entertainer and storyteller, prominent in the local Episcopal Church of the Ascension where he was a vestryman.

        Alfred Beck Guion

He worked for a brokerage firm on Wall Street and was quite conscientious, so much so that in years of panic (today we would call it depression) losses of his clients, as well, I suspect, as of his own, worried him to the extent of bringing on heart trouble.

My father liked sea trips, one summer he took me to Nova Scotia and the Bay of Fundy with its tremendously high tides. On the voyage I saw my first whale. Later he took me to Newport News and Richmond, Virginia on the old Dominion Line.

he died in his 40s from angina that Taurus, leaving a heavily mortgaged home and comparatively little life insurance. a Masonic friend of my fathers kindly stepped in and negotiated sale of the Lincoln Avenue house for smaller house on Dell Avenue, with a small cash surplus. It entailed a considerably lower standard of living. My mother, who had a sunny, even-tempered disposition made the best of things.”

Sources: Descendants of Louis Guion, Huguenot, of La Rochelle, France and New Rochelle, West Chester County, Province of New York. A Guion Family Album, 1654 to 1976, Compiled by: J. Marshall Guion IV, Edited by Violet H. Guion, Olean, New York 14760

Colonial Origins of the California Guions, An Informal Genealogical Study, by Ernest Jerome Hopkins

Tomorrow I’ll begin posting a week of letters from 1943. Lad has arrived in California at Santa Anita Base, a newly-converted internment camp and began going to the South Pasadena Hospitality Center. Dan is in Pennsylvania surveying for the Army, Ced remains a civilian working as an airplane mechanic in Anchorage, Alaska. Dick and Dave are still living in Trumbull with Grandpa.

Judy Guion