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.


                 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.


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 (# 349) – Christmas, 1939

ADG - Christmas - 1939 - photo by Dan

This photo was taken at Christmas (1939) when Lad was in Venezuela but Dan had been home from there for about six months. He is the one taking the picture.

Back row: Dick, Ced and Dave, front row: Grandpa, Aunt Betty (Lizzie Duryee, Grandpa’s Aunt) and Elsie May Guion (Grandpa’s sister.

Tomorrow and for the rest of the week, I will be posting letters written to Lad. Monday and Tuesday a letter from Aunt Helen (Peabody) Human. On Wednesday, a letter regarding the purchase of a Fifteen Year Investment Contract by Grandpa for Lad. On Thursday and Friday, a letter from Grandpa to his oldest son so far from home.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 347 – Early Pictures of Arla Mary Peabody (Grandma Arla)

These are the earliest pictures I have of my Grandmother, Arla Mary (Peabody) Guion.


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Anne Westlin Peabody, Arla Mary Peabody, Helen Perry Peabody, Dorothy Westlin Peabody

Arla Mary Peabody c. 1911

Arla Mary Peabody c. 1911 probably about 17 or 18.


Arla Peabody as the Virgun Mary

Arla Peabody dressed as The Virgin Mary for the Church Pageant where Grandpa really SAW her for the first time and fell in love.


SOL-Arla Mary Peabody - wedding picture

Arla Mary Peabody, probably taken for her wedding announcement in the paper in 1913.

Tomorrow, I will begin posting letters written in the fall of 1945. Lad has come home from France, Dan has married a French girl in Calais, France, Ced is still in Anchorage, Alaska, Jean has travelled to Santaliza, Brazil, to be with her husband, Dick and Dave is in Okinawa (for now).

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 346 – Early Pictures of Alfred Duryee Guion (Grandpa) 1886 – 1905

Early pictures of Grtandpa, who’s life changed drastically when his Father, Alfred Beck Guion, passed away at the age of 45. The Lincoln Avenue house had to be sold and the family moved to Dell Avenue. Three of Ella’s sisters moved in with them to help with the finances. Grandpa went to work to help support the family.

ADG - Alfred Duryee Guion at about 1 yr old in 1885

Alfred Duryee Guion circa 1886 (Grandpa was born in September, 1884)

ADG - Alfred Duryee Guion and Elsie May Guion about 1995

Alfred Duryee and his sister, Elsie May Guion at the Lincoln Avenue House (prior to 1899 when their Father passed away)

Back row: Alfred Duryee Guion, his Aunt ______ and Aunt Lizzie (also known as Aunt Betty) in the Dell Avenue house, front row: Ella (Duryee) Guion, Elsie May Guion

Tomorrow, another Special Picture.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Uncle Alfred (2) – News About Family and Friends – October 22, 1939

This is the second half of a letter I began yesterday which included the birth of Grandpa’s first Grandchild.

ADG - Dick atThe Chandler's - Group on steps (cropped) - 1939

Richard Peabody Guion

Dick is down in the dumps today because yesterday Bassick (High School in Bridgeport) lost (20 to 0) to Central (High School, also in Bridgeport). The Robinson’s have a young horse that they use for farm work that has been trained also to the saddle and Dick has been going up there after school several days a week and, with Aunt Elsie’s saddle, has been riding him around. He now thinks he would like to go down to Texas and be a cowboy.

So, you sort of got swindled on the watch, hey? You wrote in a previous letter that Boccardo went with you when you bought the watch so that you felt you not only got good merchandise but good prices also. Maybe it was just one of those things that no one could foresee. The main spring could not have been broken when they sold you the watch or it would not have gone an hour even. They will probably make it right under the circumstances. With good cameras selling around here for five and $10, it seems to me you must have a super excellent camera at the price you mentioned, which as I recall was $100. Maybe you meant 100 Bolivars.

Arnold "Gibby" Gibson

Arnold Gibson, Gibby, Lad’s best friend in Trumbull

Arnold came in yesterday afternoon, after having spent about eight weeks, mostly on his Aunt’s farm. Some of this time he spent trying to figure out the boundaries of the 6 acres that his grandmother left him. He went out with Alta. He asked if he could occupy the cottage until such time as I was able to rent it. He suggested five dollars a month but I pointed out I was paying for the electricity in view of which fact he said $7.50 would seem fair. His other alternative was to get a trailer that was for sale and live in that in Pratt’s backyard.

Just as I was getting dinner today Malcolm Baker, his wife and mother stopped in to see us. They were on their way to the cottage at Madison but it had started to rain so they decided to turn back. By the time they arrived here, however, it had stopped raining.


Grandpa, Aunt Elsie and Aunt Betty

Aunt Betty (Grandpa’s Aunt Lizzie Duryee) is spending the week with her friends in Newburgh. I sent postals yesterday to Aunt Betty, Aunt Elsie (Elsie May Guion, Grandpa’s sister) and the New Rochelle folks The Peabody clan, Mother and some siblings of his late wife, Grandma Arla Mary (Peabody) Guion). I have not heard from any of them yet.

I am just about at the end of my news tether. Ask me a few questions about things you would like to know and I’ll try to answer them a little more thoroughly than you have answered my various queries over the last several months. (The trouble with making statements like this last is that before you get it, you may already have made up for lost time and then one’s guilty conscience points its finger at you).

The Merritt Parkway is now practically finished as far as Nichols and for the last two Saturdays those traveling to and from the Yale football games have used one side. Now both sides have been completed although the planting in the center has not yet been started. There is also a bridge to be built over the Parkway at the continuation of N. Park Ave., and if the weather keeps up for a few months more, I assume the highway will be opened to traffic both ways, although not really finished. Then next year they expect to have the new bridge they are building over the Housatonic completed and the traffic which is now being dumped in Nichols will become the problem of Devon or whatever town the other end of the bridge enters.

And that exhausts the last bit of news that I can cudgel up, so my hearty, good night and take good care of my oldest son until we meet again.


I’ll continue with one more letter from Grandpa to Lad, about friends and family, tomorrow. 

Judy Guion

Special Pictures (340) – The Peabody Women – 1889 to 1956

This Post is a tribute to the Peabody women who played a large part in raising the generation that form the basis of this Blog. The Peabodys go back many, many generations but I will begin with Kemper Peabody, born in 1861 and his wife Anna Charlotta Westlin, born in 1865. they were married in June of 1889.  They had seven children: Burton Westlin, Arla Mary (my Grandmother), Kemper Francis, Helen Perry, Anne Westlin, Laurence Kane and Dorothy Westlin.


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        The Peabody girls – Anne Westlin, Arla Mary, Helen Perry, Dorothy Westlin 


Arla Mary Peabody c. 1911

                    Arla Mary Peabody c. 1911

Arla Peabody as the Virgun Mary

Arla Peabody as The Virgin Mary, in costume, as she appeared to Alfred Duryee Guion on that fateful night. 

Alfred Duryee Guion: “I was also actively interested in a dramatic society which every year for a number of seasons gave amateur plays in which I was frequently given the lead and in some of these plays an attractive young girl named Arla Peabody occasionally played parts.  She also sang in the choir and the more I saw of her, the better I liked her in a mild way.  She was modest and dignified but very popular with boys and girls alike.  She had big brown eyes, a sweet smile, full of life in a quiet way and kind to everybody.  I  suppose I was starting to fall in love but had no realization of it at the time


Then one Christmas season the church or Sunday school staged a religious play with a Nativity scene and Arla Peabody was chosen to play the part of the Virgin Mary.  She wore a soft white scarf over her head and carried a doll for the infant Christ.  That night as I watched her holding the child with tender contentment and a placid dreamy look in her soft brown eyes, something inside me suddenly exploded.  I had read about “love at first sight”, but this wasn’t first sight.  Here was a girl I had known and seen for several years, but apparently I had not seen her at all.  This couldn’t be the same girl!  Had I been blind?  Here was the most enchanting person anywhere in the world.  I didn’t know what had happened to me.  I was in a daze.  The room was crowded with people I knew but I didn’t see anyone else.  I didn’t speak to anyone else.  I didn’t dare speak to her: she was too far above me.  Somehow I found my hat and groped my way out the door and on my way home.  It may have been cold outside.  I didn’t know.  All I could think of on my way home was how I could be worthy of even speaking to her.  One moment I would be hugging myself with the thought that I knew her and perhaps she would notice me, the next moment I was in the depths of despair knowing that everyone who had ever seen her must have appreciated what I had been too blind to see and that I would stand a poor chance when such a wonderful girl had so many potential husbands to choose from.  I knew how St. Paul felt on the road to Damascus when a bright light transformed him.  In a word, quite suddenly, I was head over heels in love with Arla Peabody.

Arla Mary Peabody and Alfred Duryee Guion were married in March 1913.


ADG - Arla and Alfred Guion - @ 1913

I believe this  picture was taken shortly after Arla and Alfred learned that she was to have a child.



Four Generations - 1914

Four Generations – Anna Charlotta (Westlin) Peabody, ________ Westlin holding Alfred Peabody Guion, Arla Mary Peabody Guion, 1914.

ADG - holding Dan, Arla Peabody Guion with Lad in her lap - 1917

Alfred Duryee with young Daniel, Arla Mary with Lad


Blog - Arla Mary Peabody and children - 1922 (sepia)

Daniel Beck, Alfred  Peabody, Cedric Duryee, Richard Peabody in Grandma Arla’s lap, Elizabeth Westlin, 

I believe this picture was taken as a Christmas family photo in 1922 at the Trumbull house. Dave was not born until 1925.

Arla Mary Peabody Guion, portrait

Arla Mary Peabody Guion — portrait — painted after she passed away in 1933 at the early age of 43 from a long illness.

Grandma Peabody at her home  - cropped

Grandma Peabody (Anna Charlotta Westlin) Peabody) 

APG - 1947 Christmas - Aunts Helen, Anne and Dorothy

Helen (Peabody) Human – married to Ted Human, who hired Lad and Dan to work for him in Venezuela,

Anne Westlin (Peabody) Stanley, mother of Donald and Gwenewth, the only Peabody cousins

Dorothy Westlin Peabody

These women, along with her mother, Anna Chrlotta (Westlin) Peabody, were a tremendous help to Grandpa after his wife passed away.

Tomorrow I will be posting another special picture but I doubt it will be as extensive as this Post.  Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Boys – A Letter From Danny Boy – July 22, 1945

Trumbull, Conn., July 22, 1945.

Dear Boys:

A letter from Danny boy, dated June 26th, is the sole “Quote” I have for you this week, as follows:

These are significant days – – particularly in the personal (and somewhat checkered) career of our hero, the personable Daniel B. Guion. For it has come to pass (Bible talk, meaning “it has come to pass”) that our hero saw his lady love even at the expense of cheating his uncle! Dan (that was his moniker) was stationed in Maastricht in those days and there were passes available for all and sundry. But alas the passes were for a duration of only 48 hours – – and what was the worst, Calais was specifically mentioned as being beyond the borne of such a pass. Nothing daunted, young Guion took his courage in his hands and placed his conscience behind him, and with this entourage, set off one evening, ostensibly for Brussels. But, patient reader, the fair city of Brussels was but a subterfuge. ‘Tis true that Guion spent the night at a hostelry in that city, but it was merely the result of the young man’s realism (and the setting sun) that he halted at all that night. Bright and early the next morning Dan set off for distant Calais, traveling by that medium so familiar to Americans – – the thumb. It soon became apparent to the eager lad that not all streets (they call them “rues” in Belgium, but they act very much like those phenomena we have labeled “streets” in America) – – to continue, it became apparent that not all rues in Brussels led directly to Calais. As a matter of fact, after about an hour of experimentation, map reading, tram car riding and muttering through his teeth, Dan definitely established to his satisfaction (well, hardly satisfaction, but in the interests of literature, wot the hell?) that at least three Brussels rues did NOT lead in the direction of Calais. But the fates are not always adamant and eventually one of the natives of those parts pointed out the right rue which had been there all the time, unbeknownst to our hero. It developed that the day was Sunday and not every military truck in the ETO was planning to go to Calais – – in fact most trucks that took the trouble to bother at all were generally moving in the opposite direction. By dint of persistence, and courtesy of the British Army, Guion arrived at last at Calais. It was mid-afternoon. Perhaps his heart beat a little faster veinous eagerness as he turned in at the familiar double doors in front of the Senechal home. Perhaps he wondered if they would be home on such a brilliant Sunday afternoon. Knock, knock, knock. What was hidden behind that closed door! The door opened. It was Madam Senechal. A sudden look of joy turned to profound consternation – – “Oh, Dani, Paulette n’est pa la!  Ella est partie a Donai, etc. etc. All of which was translated by our hero into his flawless English by his agile brain, and I pass it on to you, word for word: “Oh, Dan! Paulette is not here! She has gone to Douai to visit Renee and Andree. And it is my fault. She has been listless since you went away, so the other day, when she received an invitation to visit her sister, I told her to go ahead – – that it would be a pleasant change for her. So it’s really my fault.” Our hero hastened to reassure her that it was perfectly all right – – he would go on to Douai that same day. Thus he would not only visit the whole family but also he would be nearer to Maastricht for his return trip on the morrow. And so it was. He arrived in Douai about 10 in the evening and was welcomed warmly, as you, dear reader, must already have suspected. Monday, Dan left Douai for Lille on the train in company with Chiche, and at Lille they parted – – she for Calais and he for Maastricht. They had decided to wait until August for the wedding at the request of Mme. S. because her two boys were due back from Algeria early in July and the added excitement and fuss of a wedding would be too much for her. But the workings of destiny recognize no plan and a few days later our hero learned that the Army was planning to move soon and haste was imperative if Dan was to be hitched properly, so, as things stand now, the situation is disintegrating every bit as fast as it is being resolved. Young Guion is back in Drancy, expecting to be sent either to the U.S.A. or China within a couple of months unless the critical score of 85 is lowered to 76, in which case he will probably remain several months in Europe doing Heaven only knows what while waiting to be discharged. He is automatically barred from participation in the educational opportunities because at present he is in Category II which means C (China)  B (Burma)  I (India). Will Guion be sent directly to China, or via the states? Will the critical points be lowered to 76? Will he get the girl? For further adventures of Dan keep your nose tuned to Box 7, Trumbull, Conn.

For your information, my map of France shows Maastricht on the Belgium-German border about 50 miles east of Brussels. Calais is 100 miles west of Brussels. Douai is 50 miles south east of Calais and 20 miles south of Lille (60 miles S.E. of Brussels). Drancy is 3 or 4 miles N.E. of Paris up in the direction of La Bourget airfield.

Daniel Beck Guion - (Dan)

Dan in uniform @ 1945

Just before receiving the above letter, the mail also delivered two very good pictures of Dan, one smiling and the other serious. I showed them to Butch yesterday and he said, “What is he mad about?”

Marian says a letter just received from Lad says he has received an invitation from Paulette to their wedding August 4th but that the Army will not let him go. As Lad’s letter was written later than Dan’s, that may be the last news until we hear further from Dan.

Marian has had two girl friends visiting her from the Bronx this weekend. I had a marriage to perform today in Bridgeport. You will recall I wrote not so long ago telling you about marrying a man who was dumb. Well today both the groom and the best man were totally blind. The girl was O.K. A “seeing-eye” dog was present at the ceremony. Red (Sirene) dropped in for a visit one day this week. He will be sent to Belvoir for about a month when his furlough is up early next month. A letter from your Aunt Helen (Peabody Human) says they are still on Minetta Street. “The other night we were over at Anne’s (Peabody Stanley) and saw a copy of Dave’s letter. I was completely fascinated during the entire reading of it. It is really a remarkable letter – – so perfectly natural, interesting and informative. It reads as though he were used to turning out articles by the dozen. Do you remember Jim Shields? He visited in Trumbull I remember. He stopped in one day last week to see Ted (Human). He asked about the boys and sent his regards. Donald (Stanley) is back. Right now he is in Boston working on exams and then he and Gweneth are going to Vermont for a few days before going back to sea. He has been in the Pacific and was at or near Okinawa.”

And that’s about all on the list for this week except that Jean has run into a bit of passport red-tape trouble and may go to Miami by plane. More about that next week. Meantime, don’t forget your


Tomorrow, Thursday and Friday, a long letter from Grandpa to his “Boys” filled with news from his sons and happenings in Trumbull.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Adolph (2) – Lots Of Local News – September 3, 1939

This is a continuation of the letter I posted yesterday. Grandpa has included quite a bit of local news.

       Lad Guion and Jim Pierce at Karnopp’s Camp in Venezuela

Page 2 of R-39

For three days now Mr. Smithson has been working here, taking off old wallpaper and applying a first coat of paint.  The upper and lower Hall ceilings are being painted white and the side walls a very light green.  Tomorrow we will tackle the living room and music room and will paint these walls a light creamy tan.  Aunt Anne (Peabody Stanley) and Donald (Stanley, her son) were up Thursday and Friday and yesterday Elizabeth and Dave  drove down in my Willys to get Aunt Betty ((Duryee, Grandpa’s Aunt) who will stay for a week or so.  Gwyneth (Stanley, Anne’s daughter) is still in Vermont with Fred (Stanley, her father).  Donald will not go back to military school (Culver), and while Aunt Anne has not made any definite plans yet she has some idea of going to Florida again for the winter, as Donald is very anxious to go back there. Aunt Anne says Grandma (Peabody) is getting along very well.  Larry and Marion (Peabody) are spending Larry’s vacation time in Vermont with the baby, of course, at Munson’s and will probably be back shortly before Labor Day (which is tomorrow).

Aunt Betty is sitting on the sofa in the living room as I sit in my big chair, looking over your scrapbook.  She just asked me to give you her love.  She says she wrote you a letter some time ago but if you replied to it she never received it.

The Trumbull Fireman’s Carnival ended last night.  We went down for a short time.  There was not much of a crowd for Saturday night.  I don’t know who won the Chevrolet car but we heard it was someone from Southbury.  Dan, Ced and Dick went down to New York last night to have a fling at the big city.  They went to a nightclub, but evidently all remained properly sober.  Don Whitney and Red (Don Sirene) and another chap from Westport went with them.  Rusty (Huerlin, famous Alaskan artist and family friend),  from all reports, is back in Wakefield (Massachusetts) with his folks. Ced has a new kind of work at the Tilo plant, night work at that.  It has something to do with heating up the tar and asphalt in huge kettles to prepare the mixture for the next days run.  At present he does not get more money but that is likely to come later.

Dan got a letter from McCarter (Manager of the New York Office of Interamerica, Inc., the company he was working for in Venezuela. The check is for unpaid wages.) this week telling him he could put through his check for collection as the money was now on hand. I therefore started the check through the bank Friday and we’ll see what happens.  If this gets through all right there is the balance of his pay still due which you will have to wangle out of Maxy ((Yervant Maxudian, owner and President of Interamerica, Inc.) in some way.  I am anxious to know what you did about collecting your back wages and what you did about the tools.  I am also looking forward to hearing about your trip to Ciudad Bolivar, what you think of the Orinoco.  Saw Mr. Page again yesterday.  He asked to be remembered to you and said he thought Marie would be getting married within the next six months.  Yesterday’s paper carried the announcement of the death of Wm. Vincent Judge “after a short illness”.

just a few minutes ago a man drove up in an auto and asked if Dan were home, and then if Mr. Human were here.  He said he was Myers who had just arrived from Caracas.  I immediately telephoned Dan who was at Plumbs (you might have guessed it) (Barbara Plumb is Dan’s firlfriend) and for the last twenty minutes they have been chatting about affairs at I-A (Interamerica, Inc.).  Myers plans to see Uncle Ted tomorrow and then start war against Maxy, or perhaps I might say will join up with the reinforcements.  He says that Benedict and Nelson are both back in the states now.  He is going back in a few weeks on another job which will take him either to Caracas or to Pariaguan with a construction company, so you may run across him sooner or later.

And that’s about all I can scratch up, in the way of news right now.  So, toodle do and don’t forget to write more and oftener.


Tomorrow I will be posting two more Inter–Office memos from C. T. Leander to Lad concerning work on Unit #83. 

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Soloist (3) – Personal Comments to Lad – August 6, 1939

Grandpa finishes this letter with local news and personal comments to Lad.

                     Lad in Venezuela

Helen and Ted (Human),  who are still at Larry’s (Peabody) writes that Grandma (Peabody) is improving, but still not allowed to have visitors.  She will be in the hospital for at least two weeks longer, and it will be many more weeks after that before she will be active again, as

she is to have another operation after another two months to set her organs in proper functioning order again.  From now until that time she will have to have an intestinal drain.

I have had extra prints made from the seven negatives you sent home some time ago and I am forwarding a set to you.  My scrapbook will not fill up so rapidly now for a while, although of course, if Dan goes to Alaska, I will have to start a Northern Hemisphere book.  If my other boys follow their older brothers’ examples, who knows but that in time I will have a Far East Edition, a South African story book, Sagas from the South Seas, or what not.  It looks as though I should have to start earning a lot of money and spend my old age globe-trotting, visiting in turn the various outposts of civilization and checking up on my International family.  The first on the schedule is a tanker trip to Cuidad de Bolivar or maybe a Marsh Buggy journey from Caracas.

My heart was made glad by receipt last week of your letter written on the eve of your departure for Cuidad. I followed your journey on the roadmap (Shell) Dan brought back with him, and noticed that the road between Pariaguan and Saint Maria Deipire is supposed to be fairly good while that from there to Alta Mira is marked “Carreteras en Proyecto”.  I could not locate the turn off for La Cruz, and neither Corosita nor  La Providencia were shown, but it made it interesting nevertheless.  I assume  Providencia is between Pariaguan and Santa Maria.  As far as I can figure it out you would have reached Iguana if you had continued on past Alta Mira and across the river to  Tres Metas and there branched off the road to Colemencia.  Is that correct?  It is almost unbelievable what travel means in this country until you relate some of the graphic details of what you are up against, the broken axles, use of winches, relining of brakes, etc.  Just what is the procedure of winching yourself out of a hole?  Do you use a near by tree as a hitching post for the rope?  Did they approve you’re not going on to Valle de la Pasqua with the mail but returning to Camp instead and did they wonder why you did not bring the broken front axle housing in with you so that you would not have to make the second trip out to get it with loss of valuable time?  You probably had good reasons for both, but I am wondering if your judgment and decisions at the time met with the approval of the boss.

Am glad to know the first set of books arrived safely.  There is another pair on the way, and I will shortly dispatch two more.  It seems as though the magazines ought to begin to arrive soon and be coming regularly thereafter.

The dry spell we have been suffering here has at last ended.  Heavy rains arrived just in time to save many of the crops but some of the yield of fruit trees will be affected.  Lately it has been hot and sultry, just tropical August weather.

Politically things have quieted down a bit.  Sexton and his gang, after their last defeat, have sort of pulled in their horns.  Well, here’s the end of the page, I see, so keep smiling.       DAD

Tomorrow and Friday, a letter from Dan to Lad, telling a bit about what he has been doing since he arrived home .

Judy Guion