This is the beginning of a series of posts concerning Lad’s Voyage to Venezuela, taking a similar route as John Jackson Lewis during the first portion of his journey, about 88 years later. Lad and Dan had been hired by their Uncle Ted Human (husband of Helen (Peabody) Human, Aunt Helen), sister of Arla Mary (Peabody) Guion, Grandpa’s wife who had passed away in 1933 after a long illness.
The following are documents my Dad had to obtain and/or deliver before he even set foot on the ship that would carry him to Venezuela. Dan had gone through this same process in September and October of 1938.
Lad’s Passport Photo
Life in Venezuela
Alfred P. Guion
Although I am starting off with every intention of bringing this little article, or whatever, to a close, it may never reach this ultimate and. However: –
On Thursday, December 29, 1938, at the request of Mr. McCarten, Vice President of inter-America, Inc., I made a trip into New York from Trumbull, Connecticut, and was given the long awaited ticket that assured me of passage to Venezuela. The sailing date was Friday, December 30, so I had only the remainder of the afternoon and the following morning until noon to return home, complete my packing, buy the few remaining necessities, say goodbye to as many as possible of my friends and returned to Pier 57 and the grace line’s “Santa Rosa”.
With this in mind, I made a few purchases in New York while waiting for the train to Mount Vernon, where I had left my car, and arrived in Bridgeport early enough to finish shopping before the stores closed. Then the rush to get home, supper, finish packing and off again to New Haven to a party that was waiting for me in the form of a fair-well. It was 1:00 A.M. before I could get away from New Haven and then another stop in Nichols and home for a couple of hours sleep.
Although the boat was not leaving until 12:00 Noon, I had set 8:00 A.M. as the time for departure knowing that in all probability there would be last-minute thoughts that might possibly detain our start for the last U. S. City I would see for a number of days to say the least.
Next Saturday, the record of the day of departure.
On Sunday, I will be posting another of My Ancestors, this time, more about my mother, Marian Dunlap Irwin.
On Monday, I will begin a week of letters written in 1943, a time when four of five of Grandpa’s sons are working for Uncle Sam and Lad and Marian’s wedding is real close.