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





The Beginning (59) – Childhood Memories of Trumbull – Random Memories (2)

These are the memories of my Father and his siblings, recorded over several years. When my Uncle Dan passed away, I realized that I had better get started recording the memories of Dan’s siblings before they were also gone. I was able to have two recording sessions with my Father, Lad in California; two with Uncle Ced in New Hampshire, a three-day cruise in our boat with Aunt Biss; one session with Uncle Dave in Stratford, CT and one hand-written session (I forgot my tape recorder going up to the Island in New Hampshire, where Uncle Dick lived) with Uncle Dick. I transcribed them once exactly as they were spoken, again removing the ums, ahs, half sentences started over, etc. I then produced a final copy that was easier to read, but it still needs work getting the chronological order correct. Memories are not recorded with a date stamp. I created 75 binders for family members which include all three translations, pages and pages of photos and memorabilia and the actual recording. Now family members can actually heat their ancestors speaking. It was my first project with all the material my Father saved for me and a true Labor of Love. I hope you enjoy these memories of A Slice of Life at a different time and place.

Colcord (Red) Huerlin at his studio in Ester, Alaska

CED – Rusty Heurlin gave my mother a painting – it was a rather famous one – he was very fond of her.  He was younger then my mother and father by a little.  We did a lot with him – we would go hiking with him.  He made quite a name for himself.  All of his life he lived by sponging.  He was so charismatic that he could get away with it.  He walked out of school, he took Art lessons, he was a hobo for a while.  The only thing that really interested him was painting.  He spent all of his life painting beautiful pictures.  He was a good artist but he didn’t make any money at it.  He knew all the artists in Westport – Red Heurlin – they knew Red Heurlin and they loved him.  He loved dogs, oh, he loved dogs with a passion.  There are a lot of his paintings around Fairbanks, Alaska, at the University of Alaska, in banks, in hospitals.  They are mostly outdoor scenes, some have to do with the early settlers, the Russians. Colcord Heurlin – he always signed C.  Heurlin.

One painting did more to make him famous than anything else he did.  Rusty made friends, he lived with me for a time in Anchorage.  He made pictures.  He made a mural, he filled the whole wall with it, for one of the bars in town, a whole Hawaiian scene.  He used to drink quite heavily at times.  I would come home at three or four o’clock in the morning and he would be painting.  He lived with an old Norwegian guy, he slept in the upstairs room, he had to climb up a ladder.  I worked for the airline there, mostly Bush Piloting – scheduled passenger service came later – but most of the time I was there, it was all Bush Pilots.  Rusty and I would go down to George’s living room, George was a bachelor.  Rusty would paint in that living room until three or four in the morning.  During the day he’d go out partying up and down the street, they called it the longest bar in Alaska.  That was Main Street in Anchorage.

LAD –  I remember our family went up to the Island a few times, and I remember Rusty went with us the first time.  We were supposed to meet his sister, Anna, and then she was going to lead us to the Island.  Apparently, she began to worry about the fact that we had not gotten there yet.  It was getting late in the afternoon, so she and her brother-in-law, Ingrid’s husband, decided to go looking for us.  There was only one road so we had to be on it.  They passed a car (coming the other way) where someone had his feet out the window and she said, “That’s my brother.”  So they turned around and everything from there went fine.  We had a nice time at the Island and Dad really enjoyed it.  I think maybe the next year or so, we did the same thing again, although we knew where we were going this time.  We didn’t have to meet Anna, Ingrid or Britta and Rusty may or may not have been with us.

When I was twelve, Rusty (Heurlin) took Dan, Ced and I, I don’t remember if Biss was along or not, to the Island, they owned.  Back then, there was no States Landing Road.  We went to Lee’s Mill and rowed from there.  It was late in the evening when we got there and Rusty wasn’t sure he was going to the right place, but we got there.  Among other things, Rusty told us of his boyhood experiences at the lake.  This particular summer that we went, there was a lot of logging going on and one particular day a tug boat was going down from Lee’s Mill to the Broad’s, pulling a long line of barges, maybe half a mile long.  Rusty told us to get into the rowboat and he rowed towards the barges.  Just before we reached them he rowed awfully hard and fast and our rowboat went up over the logs and into the water on the other side.  That’s what I remember about it.  After all the barges went by, we went back to the Island.  I don’t recall how long we stayed, maybe a week or two.

To learn more bout Rusty, see the link below.


Tomorrow, some more Random Memories from Grandpa’s children.

Judy Guion


Trumbull – Dear Neglectees (1) – Vacation Re-cap – September 22, 1946

Trumbull, Conn., Sept. 22, 1946

Dear Neglectees:

The last letter in this apparently interminable series of mine I note was dated four weeks ago, marking the longest interval of silence since the start, which if I recall correctly was when the two oldest were in far-off Venezuela. (January, 1939) We (Dick, Jean and I) came home Tuesday of this week, we having decided Monday that the nights were uncomfortably cool for sleeping in the unheated abode, plus the fact that I erroneously surmised that frost down home here would have, by that time, destroyed the nasty ragweed. In this I was mistaken. The weather indeed all this week has been summer hot, registering in the 80s, and the ragweed, like the wicked, flourisheth. In consequence the hay fever, which was practically nonexistent while at the Island, has appeared in undiluted form and has succeeded in making life quite miserable for ye scribe.

While I sent you each a postal now and then from the Island I may as well take a few moments to review some of the high-lights of my New Hampshire visit. When I reached the Island Alta and Arnold (Gibson) had left but a few days later Elsie appeared. It was her first visit to the Island and she apparently liked it very much and enjoyed her few days with us. We salvaged some old boards where the icehouse used to be at States Landing (at the end of the road) and built a lean-to on Echo Point (the name I gave to the place where the diving board used to be). We built a new fireplace and made a work table adjacent thereto with the floorboard of an old rowboat which had been washed up on the shore as a derelict. We first attempted to repair some holes stove in her hull, but soon found it was not worthwhile on account of her extreme age, leaky condition, etc. On September 5, Bar and Pete (Barbara (Plumb) and Pete Linsey), who had been married according to schedule on Aug. 31st, paid us a surprise visit as a part of their honeymoon tour through New England and stayed a couple of days. Pete had brought his fishing tackle along which added impetus to Dick’s already aroused fishing interest. He later caught a 3-lb. Bass. Between us we cleared the brush and some of the trees from about 3/4 of the Island. One day I called at the State Capital at Concord and interviewed some of the Commissioners learning that apples, plums, but no peaches, blackberries, raspberries and blueberries, hickory, butternut, walnut, but not chestnut, and strawberries could be grown successfully on the Island soil, that the lake water is pure and drinkable as it comes from the lake, that building under present conditions is out of the question. We also visited a country fair, and Dick, who had grown a full beard and looked like a member of the “House of David”, created quite a sensation. On my birthday I was surprised after supper by being presented with a birthday cake with one big red candle planted squarely in the middle and a card which bore this legend: “62 candle power. Like you, the candle may not be new, but there’s still a lot of life there.” Next day I got birthday cards from Lad and Marian, Dave and Eleanor and Aunt Betty; also a hand-made card from Chiche (Paulette) with pictures of Dan, herself and the baby. It was very thoughtful of her and much appreciated.

Tomorrow, Wednesday and Thursday, I will post segments of this letter and on Friday, one more letter from Grandpa to Ced and Dan.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Rover Boys (2) – Dave Speaks His Mind – February 3, 1946

And Dave says: Jan. 11, Manila. “We got a message through our code room last night from Eisenhower to Gen. Styer and other base commanders stating that all men with 2 ½ years service and 45 points will be home by Apr. 30. All men with two years service and 40 points will be out by June 30th. This second group will include me. I have 32 points as of VJ Day and two years active service as of Jan. 13th — 2 days from now. The message stated that the plan was a must and a minimum. If the men could be released faster than they should by all means be released. After the 2 ½ year man leave Manila (in early April if they are to be in the states by the deadline), then they will start sending the 2-yr. 5-mos., then 2-yr. 3 mos., etc. I figure that I should leave at the latest by May 15th, getting me home about June 15th. If we keep bringing pressure to bear on Washington it can be sooner than that. If we’re actually needed over here “for the good of the country” then I’m the last one on earth that would ask to be allowed to go home, but I think that if the Govt. had worked for weeks they couldn’t have thought of a poorer excuse than to say they don’t have replacements. I may sound cynical but I think that if there is really a dire need for us out here the government could have given us a better reason for keeping us here — even granting that the real reason may be a diplomatic or military secret. Therefore, I’ve come to the conclusion that politics of one sort or another has entered into the matter. I hope I’m wrong but I’ll have to have proof to the contrary if I’m to believe anything else. (Here follows some comments about work at the office) I got your “book” on Christmas activities at Trumbull. I especially liked the part about Marty. There should be more people in this world like him. I hope “growing up” doesn’t change him. I’m in for T/4 again. Some of these days it will come through. This is the 4th or 5th time I’ve gone in for it. (In a letter written the next day Dave says the rating did come through). Do you remember some time ago I had a large filling put in one of my teeth? Well it came out before we landed on Okinawa. (Teeth chattering that much, Dave?) It therefore

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has to come out. My appointment for the dentist today was canceled due to the fact that a Major asked him to do something for him this morning. So now I have to think about how much I don’t want to get my tooth pulled, from now until Monday. I intend to write Lad and Marian to congratulate them, etc., but I know myself too well, so I’ll say it here. “Congratulations to you both! (Or should I say to you three). Here’s wishing you all (that’s leaving it open for more additions) every kind of happiness throughout all the years to come. Love. Dave.

Last night we here discussed plans for the forthcoming house to be erected on the Island and Dick and Marian thought it would be a good idea if they now all pooled their respective ideas (Ced and Dick talked the thing over pretty thoroughly last time Ced was on) and arrived at something more concrete that might form the basis for a place representing the composite of everyone’s ideas. That will leave Dan and Dave yet to be heard from, and when I say Dan, of course I also include Paulette. With Spring now so far off and building materials possibly more generally available, it might not be too soon to look into the preliminary phases of the matter. Financing, of course, is one of the first things to consider and before we can get anywhere with this phase of the matter, we have to have more or less of an idea what the structure will cost and as this will be determined by the size, style, character of building, etc., it behooves us to get our ideas pretty well pooled and in agreement, so open up, ye “furriners” and let us have your European and Asiatic ideas before the crocuses start out of the ground.

Things here are going along as usual. Strikes still occupy news headlines, food shortages, certain articles of clothing, notably men’s shirts and women’s hosiery, still are bothersome, but by the time you get back perhaps things will be more normal. Jean and Dick this afternoon have gone over to visit their in-laws and Lad and Marian have invited Aunt Betty and myself to go to the movies with them — The Bells of St. Mary’s” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bells_of_St._Mary%27s I believe it is, which means that I shall now have to write finis to this, my weekly offering, and with hope in my heart and a great deal of love and good wishes to you all, subscribe myself, as usual, the same old


I’ll finish out the week with another letter from Grandpa to DB, CD and DP, the boys who are not in Trumbull.

On Saturday and Sunday, Special Pictures.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 311 – Alfred Duryee Guion – Random Thoughts on our Future Camp – October 7, 1945

These pages represent Grandpa’s random thoughts on the future camp in New Hampshire. As usual, he was very thorough but also asked for comments and suggestions from each of his children. Since I have posted so many pictures of the Island, I thought you might like to see the original thoughts.




Tomorrow, more Special Pictures.

Next week I’ll be posting letters written in 1944.Lad and Marian have been transferred to Texas, Dave makes it home on furlough and Ced is still in Trumbull.

Judy Guion



Special Picture # 308 – Low Water at Spring Island – August, 1999


Loaded Blueberry bushes.


Old Dock Ramp


Old docking area. The water came up to the visible land.


Stage I of the Screened-in Porch.


Our SeaRay Cruiser, “Our Waterbed”,  at the Dock.


Tomorrow I’ll begin a week of letters written at the beginning of 1946. Grandpa has two sons home with their wives and is anxiously awaiting Dave’s return in a few months. Because of the baby on the way for Dan and Paulette, he will have to wait until both Mother and Baby can travel before meeting his French daughter-in-law and his third grandchild.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 307 – Low Water at Spring Island – August, 1999

View from Fishing Rock towards the Dock


Closer view with duck on rock


Fishing Rock with usual water line quite evident


View of the same rocks looking toward Moultonborough Town Beach, where we launch small boats and pick up guests, in upper right corner.


Shoreline and Toothpaste Landing, where we brushed our teeth.


Tomorrow, the last of the Island Pictures during August, 1999.

On Monday, letters from 1946. Lad and Dick are home. Dan and Paulette are still in France, awaiting the arrival of their first child. Ced is still working in Anchorage at the Militry Airbase and Dave hopes to be home in a few months.

Judy Guion