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” 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




Special Picture # 306 – Spring Island – August, 1999

This stone breakwater at Sandy Beach is usually under 6-10 inches of water.


The usual waterline is right up to the bushes, no stones visible.


The black area is usually below the water.


Normally you can only see the top of these rocks above the black area and the water reaches the trees and shrubs.


Again, normally, only the top of the rock on the far left is above water.


Tomorrow I’ll begin posting letters from 1944 when Grandpa is writing to his five sons away from home and scattered around the world.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 305 – Spring Island (1) – 1999

In the middle of winter, I need a “Spring Island Fix”. These are pictures I just came across taken in August of 1999, during an extremely dry summer. I don’t ever remember seeing the water level this low in over 65 years. I’ll be sharing these pictures for the next two weekends.

To the left is Bathtub Rock, almost empty of water.


Behind the Birch tree is a rock formation that creates a chair, one of my “Special Places”.


This is hard to see, but the water has sculpted two seats in the upper rock next to Bathtub Rock.


We call the rock in the upper right “Sunset Rock” because it makes a perfect seat or leaning space to view the Sunset behind Red Hill. The water usually comes up to the black area on the rocks.


We call this area “Sandy Beach” but the actual beach starts at the far left behind the blueberry bushes. I took this picture because there was so much more beach. At the bottom of the picture is the Big Flat Rock, which is usually covered by water.


Tomorrow and next weekend, I’ll post more pictures of this very unusual view of Spring Island.

On Monday I’ll begin posting letters written in 1944. All five boys are now serving Uncle Sam in one capacity or another.

Judy Guion