Trumbull, Conn., December 23, 1945
To the Guion’s who will
not be home this Christmas:
Notice is hereby given that while you’re being AWOL this year is excusable, no alibi will be accepted for Christmas, 1946, and you absent ones, to wit, Dan, Paula, Ced and Dave, are hereby summoned to appear in person on or before that day or sleep in the doghouse where, if and as located. And there’s no use paging Smoky, either.
Perhaps due to a persistent cold which is made me feel rather listless and unenthusiastic about anything, the Christmas season has snook up on me this year without evoking or arousing the customary holiday spirit, or maybe because it isn’t a 100% representation, or possibly the lack of children, or it may be just advancing years. Anyway, I have been content this year to leave everything to Lad and Dick and Marian and Jean and it is sort of nice to relax and know they will keep the banner lifted high on this first peacetime Christmas in so many years. The size Elsie, as usual, Aunt Anne phone that she and Don and Gwen would be up so it doesn’t look as though things might be a whole lot worse. Due to the one-man office to ration the usual Christmas rush of business, I again this year have not felt able to send out Christmas. Next year of course will be different. I do not feel any to happy either about the lack of Christmas gifts this year emanating from yours truly. This is not solely due to the temporary financial circumstance but primarily to the utter lack of decent merchandise at any where near reasonable prices for the quality of the offering. My Scotch blood rebels in discuss at throwing money away on trash, so that I would rather forgo the satisfaction meeting the Christmas in favor of some future date when I can get what I want or rather what I think you want in suitable quality at a reasonable price. So if you, Dan, Paulette, Ced and Dave are looking for those Christmas packages, swallow hard and grand because as far as that is concerned, there ain’t no Santa Clause, at least this December.
The topic, if truth must be told, that is occupying my waking moments to the exclusion of most else, is the progress of our bird man. Good Queen Isabella could not have followed the progress of Columbus with any more interest than we have been noting the day by day progress of the Taylorcraft westward ho. I’ve got a map all pin-pointed like I imagine they do in the Army, showing various stops and dates there of as far as I can ascertain that. It looks something like this:
Left Monroe 10th of Dec.
Arrived Oil City, Pa., 11th
Larry’s (Larry Peabody) on the 12th
Draz’s on the 13th
Madison, Wisc. 14th
St. Paul 15th
Lemmon, S.D. on 16th
Great Walls, Mont. 17th
Lethbridge, Can. 19th
Tomorrow, I’ll post supporting documents and Ced’s letters home telling the tale. For the rest of the week, I’ll continue with news of Ced and Grandpa’s letters to Dan, Paulette and Dave.