These are two excerpts from one of Grandpa’s letters, with the salutation, “Dear Chase and Sanborn”.
Alfred Duryee Guion (Grandpa)
Alfred Peabody Guion (Lad) at the swimming hole at one of the Socony-Vacuum Camps.
There arrived in the same mail with your letter another very interesting document of another kind – – a draft from F. A. O’Connor, with a letter as follows: “Your son Alfred was unable to collect the salary due him from the inter-America Co. before he left Caracas to take a position with the Socony-Vacuum Oil Co., and asked me to collect and forward the money to you. Yesterday I received a check from the IA for Bolivars 797.50, which I converted into American currency in the form of the attached draft for $249.70 made payable to you in accordance with Alfred’s instructions. It will interest you to know that I have had the pleasure of being instrumental in placing your son in his new position, and that I have every confidence in his ability to make good.”
Daniel Beck Guion, “out in the field” in Venezuela.
And you, Dan, old snozzynozzle, your letter asking me to get busy on college catalogs found me way ahead of you. I had already gone to the library and looked up colleges giving courses in geology, written to the Am. Inst. of Mining & Met. Eng. and asked for their recommendations and had dispatched in answer thereto letters to some fifteen colleges. I did fall down on the Alaska one but have remedied that today. Don’t assume, young fellow, that because you have seen the interior of one small country in S. A. you know all about S. A. It would be like someone living for six months in the Kentucky Mountains and writing home that he knew the United States. In fact I believe South America is far larger than the U. S. Argentina, with its temperate climate, you might find an entirely different proposition. However, I think your reasoning on the whole is sound and there would be more opportunities naturally in a new country, like Alaska. I think you are wise also in not expecting too much, because, as you have already learned from your present brief experience, “the other fellow’s grass always looks greener”.
Tomorrow, I will be posting letters written in 1944. All five of Grandpa’s sons are in the service of Uncle Sam, scattered around the world.
Judy Guion