The Island – A Special Tour (4) – September, 2020

My plan is to be up in New Hampshire on our Family Island this week. I have decided to share it with you  with a map and pictures. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will.


This is a view of the side of the Island at the opposite end from Bathtub Rock and the view we see approaching the Island from States Landing and the town beach. 


8 – The Cook Cabin


The Cook Cabin was a garage that my Dad, Lad, purchased, probably near the Island, and he and his friends took it apart and brought it to the Island before re-constructing it. The tarp hd an 8-foot picnic table under it and that is where all our meals were eaten. Leaning against the wall are our water skis.



The Island in the winter. The light end was the original garage door, which was raised and held up with tent poles. The men built screen walls with a door and a stone patio under it. Pete Linsley was one of the workers – the barge was built in his garage one winter. He and his family were one of te families that joined us every summer.


The addition took many years to build. This was the first incarnation.


The Cook Cabin is on the right. For years there were no screens in the windows but this is the completed addition. The Sleeping Cabin in to the left.


Damage to the addition after a thunderstorm passed through.


Some of Lad and Marian Guion’s descendants playing cards at the picnic table in the screen porch addition.


Tomorrow, the final segment of the Special Tour of our Family Island, the Sleeping Cabin and the Fireplace.

Judy Guion





The Island – A Special Tour (3)- September, 2020

My plan is to be up in New Hampshire on our Family Island this week. I have decided to share it with you  with a map and pictures. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will.


This picture of the Island was included in the 1964 Christmas Card Grandpa sent to about 200 friends and family. It was designed as a tribute to the Graduating Class of 1964, Guion University of Trumbull, Connecticut. “Devoted to the development of family unity” and founded March 27, 1913 at Mount Vernon, New York, the date and place of his marriage to Arla Mary Peabody. Grandpa passed away on September 13, 1964, two days after his 80th birthday. Since he had already been working on this project and the family knew he would have wanted it, the family decided to publish it.



6 – Sandy Beach

The beach


Sunset at Sandy Beach


Extremely low water at Sandy Beach showing the usual water line on the rock


7 – Toothpaste Landing and Fishing Rock

Looking at Toothpaste Landing from Fishing Rock – This spot got it’s name from the fact that there are at least a dozen medium-sized roks right next to the shore.  During the 1950’s my family would invite 3 or 4 other families to join us on the Island. This meant as many as 16 children. We would step out on the rocks and brush our teeth before going to bed. There was even two wooden toothbrush holder nailed to a tree. 

This is the view of the same area from the dock.


This is a good view of Fishing Rock, the coast line where Toothpaste Landing was and the dock in the background. The boat at the dock is a 30-foot SeaRay Cabin Cruiser that my 2nd husband and I took up and down the east coast. I towed the boat while he towed a 40-foot horse trailer for our business.


Tomorrow I will continue the tour with the first building on the Island.

Judy Guion

The Island – A Special Tour (2) – September, 2020

My plan is to be up in New Hampshire on our Family Island this week. I have decided to share it with you  with a map and pictures. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will.


This picture of the Island was taken in the fall during a year when the water was especially low.



3 – Bathtub Rock


The area between the two humps of rock is actually shaped like a bathtub without the faucet end. A great place to relax and let your body be buffeted by the waves of passing boats.


This shows waves coming into the bathtub and swirling out again.


Here you can see the bathtub shape to the left with very little water in it.


Here is another view with the bathtub left of center, filled with water.



4 – Big, Flat Rock

In this picture you can only see about half of the rock. Bathtub Rock is behind the rock to the left, which is also a perfect spot for sitting to watch children or the boat traffic in our small bay. 


5 – Sunset Rock


Some of Lad Guion’s descendants sitting at Sunset Rock. The Rock is behind them.




Some of Lad and Marian Guion’s descendants patiently waiting for the following sunset at Sunset Rock.




For the rest of the week, I will continue to share pictures of our Family Island in New Hampshire.

Judy Guion







Special Picture # 339 – Tribute to Paulette Jeane (Van Laere) Guion – 1924 – 2020

Paulette Jeane (Van Laere) Guionmarried my Uncle Daniel Beck Guion in Calais, France,  on July 17th, 1945. After being discharged from the Army, Uncle Dan worked as a civilian employee of the Army, surveying American Cemeteries in Europe. After the birth of their first child, a daughter, she left her family, her country and her culture to sail across the Atlantic to live in Trumbull, Connecticut with her husband’s family and raise six children. I loved her as the Mother of my Heart, my second Mom, and pay tribute to her in very special pictures.


Paulette Jeane (Van Laere) Guion, probably taken shortly before she met Uncle Dan


A portrait


Dan and Paulette, July 17, 1945


Expectant Paulette and Dan in Calais, France


Paulette holding their second child, a son, Christmas, 1947


Paulette (in the middle) – a page from 

Grandpa’s Christmas card, 1964


Dan and Paulette Guion




Judy Guion and Paulette Guion


Paulette Jeane (Van Laere) Guion as I want to remember her, a beautiful smile and laughing eyes


Tomorrow and Sunday, I will be posting  two more letters from Dave to his father from Camp Crowder, Missouri, at the beginning of his Basic Training.

Judy Guion





Special Picture # 342 – A Short Pictorial History of the Island – 1945 – 2019

Over the years I have posted many pictures of the various views from the Island, but I thought, as this season draws to a close, to show you a little of the history of our “Special Place”, or as my younger brother calls it, “Liquid Heaven”. I hope you enjoy this little history lesson.

This is the oldest picture of the Island that I have, even though the family had been using the Island for about 20 years before Grandpa bought it. It was probably taken during the summer of 1945, perhaps right after Grandpa had purchased it. The family was going up to the Island for a vacation and stopped at the home of Rusty Huerlin’s parents, who lived in Massachusetts, on there way up. They may have even spent the night there. Lad remembers it this way: 

Sometime around 1945, we (I don’t know who “we” are, maybe just Grandpa and three of his sons.) were going to the Island and we stopped at the Heurlin’s house.  During the conversation they mentioned that they would like to get rid of the Island.  It was just costing them money and they weren’t using it.  Dad was interested in it and found out that they owed about three hundred dollars in back taxes.  Dad paid that and they gave him the deed to the Island.

This picture was probably taken in the 1950’s. You can see the Cook Cabin in the background, painted a dull brown. The canvas fly was used to cover the picnic table where my family and the four or five families that came up with us had their meals.


This picture and the ones following show the boats that were used during the 1960’s.  On the left is the Barge (made by hand by my Dad and his friends) and on the right, Grandpa’s original row boat, which he allowed my twin brother to convert to a sailboat.


This was called the Speedboat (because it went faster than the Barge) . I’m sitting in the bow.


This is my brother sailing his boat. To the extreme left is the back of the “real” speed boat. That one we could use for  water skiing.


This is the back side of the Sleeping Cabin which was built by my Dad and his friends in 1956. Before that, we had a 20′ x 20′ Army Tent and four families slept in there, each having a corner. When the 1955 Hurricane struck, it lifted up one corner of the tent and it took 3 days to get all the clothes and bedding dry. The entrance to the tent had been on the opposite side, with a short path leading to the Cook Cabin. Looking out through this door you have a beautiful view of the lake and the location of Bathtub Rock.

Here is a picture of the other side of the Sleeping Cabin. I was cleaning the moss off of the Cook Cabin roof and took this shot. The steps lead up the the Sleeping Loft. the Cabin was 20′ x 24′, with a dog trot from this entrance under the stair landing to the door in the previous picture. There are four 10′ x 10′ bedrooms on the first floor and a 12/12 pitched roof, allowing for a Sleeping Loft upstairs.


This Dock is the second one my Dad (Lad) and his friends made. This was the year that we were replacing it with a floating composite dock and I snapped this before it was replaced.


Here are the workmen installing our “new” dock. As you can see by the dates, both pictures were taken (by me) on the same day. I went up to “supervise” the installation.

Tomorrow, I will continue the story of the Guion family after the two oldest boys went to Venezuela to work for their Uncle Ted Human and send funds home to help Grandpa raise the other four children.

Judy Guion





Special Pictures # 340 – Spot and His Antics

From Reminiscences of Alfred Duryee Guion comes the following quote:

One day I acquired from our washerwoman a little half breed Fox terrier pup which I named Spot.  He was a bright little fellow and I taught him many tricks,, play dead, chase his tail, not touch the most tempting morsel held in front of him until I gave permission, beg, shake hands, speak, come to heel, stay put until I called, etc. He was quite a show off and one day I dressed him up in a little jacket and pants like a monkey, with a little hat, got out an old hand organ of my father’s that played music rolls, and with myself dressed as an organ grinder, called on several neighbors who did not recognize us at first and seemed to derive much amusement from the performance until Spots pants fell down and we were recognized.



Elsie May Duryee, Grandpa’s sister, with Spot.


Spot standing on hind legs


Spot with Elsie May Guion


Elsie and a friend with Spot


I believe Spot may have been a great companion for Grandpa after his father passed away. It seems that he always had a dog.

This coming week I will be posting letters written in late 1943. Ced is coming home for a visit which has everyone excited, especially Grandpa. He has not seen family members since June of 1940. Lad and Marian have been married for only about a month and the Army still has a surprise for them.

Judy Guion

Special Photo # 339 – Grandpa’s Pictures of Dell Avenue House – circa 1901

These two pictures are among about seventy-five negatives I found in the pages of his Mother’s (Ella D(uryee Guion)  Prayer Book. I believe they are pictures taken by Grandpa as a young teen with a camera much like the Brownie Camera which was my first camera.It is visible in the last picture, his “selfie” taken in the mid-1990’s.


Front view of the Dell Avenue house


Dell Avenue House in 2013 – front porch has been enclosed)


Side view of the Dell Avenue House


Front and side view of the Dell Avenue house in 2013


Alfred Duryee Guion self portrait – circa 1995

Starting tomorrow I will post a week of random memories that are not in chronological order and need to be moved to a more appropriate place in this collection of Childhood Memories .

Judy Guion


Special Picture #338 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – Side of the Barn – 1943 – 2018


View of the side of the barn


Photo of Lad (Alfred Peabody, my father) standing on the side of the barn, probably on his furlough in September, 1943.


Tomorrow another post about one of my ancestors.

On Monday, I’ll begin posting letters written in 1943, a momentous year for Lad in California.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 337 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – Screened Porch and Dining Room Door – 1940 – 2018

Recently I spent a night in the Trumbull House visiting with Paulette – Aunt Chiche to family and friends – and took quite a few pictures. For the next few Saturdays I will be posting pictures taken during this stay as well as older pictures of similar places taken over the years, when I have them. I hope you enjoy.



Trumbull House – Screened Porch and Dining Room Door – date unknown

Trumbull House with Screened Porch and Dining Room door – 1940

The following is a childhood memory recorded by me with my Uncle Dave.

I don’t know how to explain it because the house, the Big House, has changed so much with renovations but  there used to be a screen porch on the southeast corner of the house and there was a window there that looked from the stairs out onto the porch. Don and Gwen (Stanley) were there and Dick and I were talking, talking, talking, talking, talking. We had been warned on two or three occasions to quiet down and go to sleep. If Dick has told this story it will be a different version than mine because what happened was the last one to speak when the last warning came, was me. So, I was sent upstairs away from the rest of them and as I went up the stairs, I kicked at the window to warn them that I was going to cause trouble for them. Anybody else and everybody else will tell you that I kicked in the window on purpose, but at any rate, I never bought that story. It was a warning. I kicked it into warn them but I broke it. The next thing I knew, my father came charging up the stairs gave me a good spanking and sent me to bed. When I got into bed, I began to feel something sticky down around my right foot. I was already crying and upset, and when I checked it, I’d cut my foot on the glass, which made me feel still more hurt and angry, and suffering such a terrible injustice. I was probably nine or 10 when that happened, maybe eight, well it had to be after my mother had died and I was seven she died.

Tomorrow I’ll begin posting letters written in 1946. The most notable event will be the birth of Grandpa’s first granddaughter in France.

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