Trumbull – To the Guions Who Will Not be Home for Christmas (2) – Ced’s First Few Days – December, 1945

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Supporting documents are as follows: Postal, Thursday, 13th. “Dear Dorothy Dix: my weather beats me constantly and is rarely friendly when I go out with it. It starts out in a friendly manner, but as soon as we are away from the house it turns on me and makes my days miserable. What can I do to win it back to the sunny side as it used to be? I am about 20 miles south of South Bend. Disgusted.”

A newspaper clipping from the Draz’s local paper headed “Correction, Please!” A story in the Cleveland Plain Dealer entitled Airplane Here to Stay, on Wednesday, told about an airplane landing in Bainbridge Township during the snowstorm. We go on to state that it landed on Paul Frohring’s farm and the pilot made a call to Cleveland Airport from the Thomas home. Upon receiving notice that it would snow all afternoon, the pilot, who turned out to be a friend of the Draz’s, said he couldn’t wait for the snow. Enlisting the help of youngsters, he turned his ship and took off in a foot of snow for the Chagrin Airport where he had his ship defrosted and then took off for Norwalk, Ohio. Oil City, Pa., was his starting point and he just dropped in on us. Thus it can’t be said the airplane “was here to stay”.

Postal, Sat. Dec. 15th from Minneapolis. “Journeyed from St. Paul to Minneapolis today (20-mile trip). I had a pair of skis installed on the plane, also a floormat. Bought some weatherstrip and frost shields, and before you know it I’ll be in Anchorage. Temperature went to -15 last night with a 20 mph wind. Ohhhh. Stayed last night at Uncle Frank Peabody’s in St. Paul. The night before at Plymouth, Ind.. Wed. night at Larry Peabody’s (they are all fine and want to be remembered to you) where I gave Alan his first plane ride. The night before that I spent at Draz’s in a snow storm.”

Letter Dec. 17th, Great Falls, Mont. ”Left Minneapolis at 10 A.M. Sunday morning. Weather perfect. Stopped at Willman for gas at 11:30 and went on to Aberdeen for more fuel. Took off and flew till nearly dark and then as my reserve tank top was on backward, I couldn’t get the gas to drain into the main tank so I landed on a lake (frozen) at McIntosh. Fixed the cap and went the next 20 or 30 miles to Lemmon, S.D.  where I tied up for the night. A typical Western town on one main street. Some fellows from the airport came in just behind me from a coyote hunt. They had one and had killed another, but it had been too late to pick it up. They (the coyote, I mean) looks like a police dog. As the fellows told me to be ready to go with them to the airport at 6:45 A.M., I got up at six and hurried around, got over to the grill at 6:45 — and it wasn’t even open. Guess what. When I went back to the hotel I found my watch was an hour fast. The time had changed back about 125 miles. The temperature at this wee sma’ hour was -20. Well, I fooled around until 6:20 then went and ate at the grill. At 7:15 the guys finally picked me up and we drove out to the airport. It was so cold that the engine would hardly turn over, and as they had started warming a Waco for an emergency hospital case, I had to wait until nine put heat on mine. Gassed, oiled and running, I finally took off at 9:55. The first stop was Miles City and here I bummed a ride into town for lunch. Had the dicken of a time moving the ship up to the gas pump, as there were large gravel areas which the skis hung up on. At last we were ready and off again at 1:50.

The rest of the week will be filled with the remainder of Ced’s travels and quick notes to Dan, Paulette and Dave.

Judy Guion



Special Picture # 284 – Thanksgiving in Trumbull – 1945

On Thanksgiving, 1945, my Dad, Lad, was still in the Army officially but would be out very soon. He and Marian were on furlough in Trumbull. Dick was in South Carolina waiting to be discharged and Jean was in Trumbull waiting for him. Ced was visiting from Alaska and would be picking up his new plane, being built in Alliance, Ohio, to fly back. I also believe Aunt Elsie Duryee, Grandpa’s sister, was there. Biss (Elizabeth), her husband Zeke and their two boys, Butch and Marty came for dinner. Aunt Betty was also there. 

l to rt – the back of Zeke’s head, Ced, Grandpa, Aunt Elsie, Lad.

l to r – Aunt Betty, Lad, Marian, Grandpa, and Jean. Notice the china.

A dinner plate.

This is a close-up of the china. I am blessed with several pieces.

Friends – Christmas Card from the Kemper Peabody’s to Ced – 1945

Kemper Peabody was born a year and a half after Arla, making him the third child of  Kemper and Anna Charlotta (Westlin) Peabody.


Ethel – Kemper, Carolyn, Franklin (I think Terry must be the dog because Franklin and Ethel only had two children) Remember us ?

Hear you have been flying around these parts. Why don’t you light here sometime, if there’s one thing we have its space enough to harbor a guy like you.  Just don’t land on a cow, that’s all we ask ! Ethel

Special Picture # 283 – 2000 New York Census

Alfred Beck Guion, Grandpa’s father, passed away on March 2, 1899. A little over a year later, his wife Ella had sold the fancy Lincoln Avenue house and bought a much smaller place on Dell Avenue. Two of her sisters had moved in to help. This was quite a drastic change for Alfred, (Grandpa) only 15 years old. 

The 2000 New York Census – this page was completed on June 6, 2000.


This particular section shows Guion, Ella, 69 years old,  head of household, Alfred D, son, 15 years old, student, Elsie M, daughter, 12 years old, student,  Duryee, Lillian, sister, 40 years old, Lizzie, (also known as Aunt Betty) sister, 36 years old.


fr: Ella Duryee Guion, Elsie Guion; back: Alfred Duryee Guion, AuntLillian and Aunt Lizzie, also known as Aunt Betty, who came to Trumbull to help with the children after Arla passed away in 1933.



Special Picture # 281 – 1880 Census – Alfred Beck Guion


This is a listing of the household of Mary L Guion, the Aunt of my Great-grandfather, who lived at 682 Lafayette St in New York in 1880. 

This is a listing of what was included in the original Census document, found on

It shows that my great-grandfather, Alfred Beck Guion, born in New Orleans, was 25 and listed his occupation as a stockbroker. Hr married Ella Duryee, from a prominent New York family, (date unknown, but their first child, Alfred Duryee Guion, (Grandpa) was born in September of 1884). He passed away in 1899 of a heart attack, which precipitated their move from the elegant house on Lincoln Avenue to a much more modest home on Dell Avenue.

NOTE: His father was born in Rye, New York but his mother was born in Havana, Cuba in 1819.

Trumbull – Dear Ced (1) – A Birthday Letter and a Tornado – May, 1942


Trumbull, Conn. May 31, 1942

Dear Ced:

In view of the fact that this is the eve of the day when you first opened your little peepers on this strange and naughty world, I am dedicating this opening paragraph to you. It so happens that we have with us on this occasion one known as your Aunt Elsie who desires to speak a few words.

FALSE ALARM. The above words were written about 7:30, at which time a tap was heard on the Alcove French door and Rufus Burnham, Louise and Young David appeared enroute from New Haven where they had been visiting Brad. After mixing up a few biscuits, tea and cheese, they ate a hasty supper and caught the 9 o’clock bus a few minutes ago to connect with the train that will take them all to the Grand Central, including Elsie, so the little round robin I had planned to vary the monotony of a “DAD” letter has flown back to its nest or were ever it is round robins fly to.

As will be apparent to one of your perspicacity (that’s a $.25 word), Aunt Elsie has snatched a brief vacation over Memorial Day (or Decoration Day as it used to be known when I was a lad). Yesterday afternoon was pleasant but last night we were visited with a heavy thunder shower accompanied by big hailstones which reminded me of miniature bombs being dropped by nature’s luftwaffe, as they bumped and rattled on roof and windowsills. Apparently they did not do much damage to Iris and rhododendrons, both of which are in bloom now, but today has been rather cloudy and generally overcast, with occasional brief glimpses of the sun.

And while I think of it, Miss Babbitt in the Technology Room of the Bridgeport Public Library – – a good friend of mine – – tells me her cousin is Mr. Chandler Griggs, Chief Engineer of the Civil Aeronautics Administration at Anchorage, and wondered if you had happened to meet him. If not, she suggests you do so as he is a very delightful person.

We received on the 26th a very interesting letter from Lad which told in intimate detail just what happened in the process of induction to the US Army from the time I said goodbye to him at the Derby railroad station to the time he mailed the letter. An excerpt from his letter is attached as part of a Report on the doings of you boys prepared for family and friends. I am also enclosing a play which Uncle Ted mailed to me which may cause a whimsical smile to adorn your countenance.


Peabodys, Uncle Rex, Aunt Ella, Russell and _______ Peabody, Deer Park, Wisc., Aug., 1934

Uncle Rex, Aunt Ella, Russell and ___ Peabody

Aug., 1934, Deer Park, Wisc.

A recent letter from Grandma will be particularly interesting to you and Dan who met the Rex Peabody’s on your way west. She says; (quoting from Rex’s letter) I know you will be interested to hear of a tornado which passed on a narrow path about 1 ½ miles west of us last Wednesday, May 13, at 3 PM Serious damage occurred in spots from a little northwest of new Richmond to as far away as Cumberland. The little house I built on the old Peabody farm is unharmed, but the addition my sisters put on is slightly battered by wreckage from the barn. The big house has lost all three chimneys. The roof from the main part is gone, but there is still a roof over the East part in over the North addition. Kenneth and family have moved into the other house. The barn and granary are scattered from where they stood to the road north. A few pieces are even north of the cemetery. The foundation still stands and the stanchions are in place. While there was no loss of life, one girl from a home north of here is not expected to live.

Tomorrow, I’ll be posting the second half of this letter and on Wednesday, “An Occasional Report of the Guion Family, as of May 31, 1942. On Thursday and Friday, letters from Lad.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 275 – Arla Mary Peabody Guion and Richard Peabody Guion @ 1923

As with most families, there are many pictures taken of the first child, less of the second, still less of the third and by the time you get to the fifth or sixth child, there re very few early childhood photos. Such is the case with Elizabeth (Biss), Dick and Dave. Here is the only picture I have of Dick that does not include his siblings.