Army Life – Dear Dad – Lad and Marian’s Furloughmaybe – April 30, 1944

Both Lad and Marian are anticipating a furlough which would allow them to travel to Trumbull. It will be the first  time anyone has met Marian since their wedding in November, 1943, and I am sure she is excited and a little nervous at the same time.

Lad and Marian Guion's wedding - Nov. 14, 1943 - close-up with hat and coursage

April 30, 1944

Dear Dad:-

It is 6 o’clock here, but in Conn. it is 9 PM. So I imagine you have finished your weekly chore of writing to your widely separated families by now. I’ve been in bed all day trying to get rid of a cold and Marian seems to have been quite successful as a nurse. I feel a great deal better than I did last night at this time. We got your last week’s letter last night at the P.O on our way home. Your letters are really ever so welcome even though we don’t keep such a regular schedule as you.

As you may have suspected, there is something behind this letter, and here it is this, and I want an honest answer from you. Sometime after the middle of May, and possibly before the 20th, I can take a 15 day furlough with six or seven days traveling time. Or, I can wait until about June 10th. However, if the Bn. moves from Pomona before I take it, it might mean a cancellation of furloughs. Therefore, I think it is better to take it as soon as possible. However – “the catch”. In June we can possibly finance the entire trip alone, but before June 1, to make it, I shall need about $150. We have estimated that we can make the trip on $300, which gives us a leeway of about $35 for spending, exclusive of traveling expenses. Now what I would like to know is will it be possible for you to advance me the money, to be paid back at the rate of $30-$50 per month? If you can’t do it just say so, please, reasons not necessary, and I’ll try somewhere else or wait hopefully until June. We are both looking forward eagerly to seeing you all.

The weather here has been unusual for California, (it says here in small print), and we have had three days of wet, rainy weather, but it was nice yesterday afternoon and the same this afternoon. With the exception of the cold I’m just getting rid of, Marian and I have been very well. We’ve not had a chance to get our pictures taken due to odd working hours, but we still have hopes. But, if things go as we are hoping, we will see you in person before we could send you a picture anyway.

Possibly you have seen something in the papers regarding the closing of the California – Arizona Maneuver Area (CAMA) of which Pomona is the general headquarters. Therefore, Pomona Ord. Base activities have been cut to a minimum as well as personnel. There are to be only a few men left here, and as yet we don’t know which companies they will be. Of course we’re hoping that the 3019 will be one of those remaining, but if not, we shall be moving out in a few weeks. So far, we’ve not had a chance to really use our trailer, and I would just as soon not have to use it yet. Incidentally, that is one of the reasons I need help to come to Trumbull.

Marian wants to write a little note so I’ll say so long for a couple or three weeks, we hope. My love to all –

Laddie

P.S. As you can see I received the stationary and it is very nice. Thank you very, very much. And also thanks for the sewing kit. It may come in handy, but I hope I won’t need it. L

Sunday

Hello, Dad, and fellow Trumbullites

How is everyone? Seems to me it has been a long time since I’ve written, but no matter how we slip up, Dad, we can always count on your entertaining letters arriving every week, come h___ or high water! And we do enjoy them so much.

Isn’t it exciting about our “Furloughmaybe”? I refuse to believe it, however, until we actually arrive, but I find myself giving an extra “hop, skip and a jump” every once in a while just thinking about it. (Not that Jeep influence again, I hope!)

Anyway, I’m really looking forward to seeing every one of you, and hope it won’t be too long a time before it happens.

Till then, with love –

Marian

Tomorrow, Thursday  and Friday, another letter from Grandpa.

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (33) News of a Furlough – June 3, 1944

My Uncle, David Peabody Guion, enlisted in the Army and was sworn in on January 15th, 1944. He is currently at Camp Crowder, Missouri, but as this letter and postcard state, he will be arriving home on a furlough that happens to coincide with the reading of his Grandmother Peabody’s will and his Graduating Class Ceremony, which he hopes to attend. He is guardedly optimistic about the whole thing.

 

 

 

COMPANY D, 36th SIGNAL TRAINING BATTALION

Army Service Forces Training Center (RTC)

Camp Crowder, Missouri

June 3, 1944

Mr. Alfred D. Guion

871 Main Street

Bridgeport, Conn

 

Dear Sir:

In reference to your request for a furlough for your son, Pvt. David P. Guion, 21409102, of this Organization.

This matter has been taken care of and I will see to it that your son will have a furlough in such time as to allow his presence in court on the 21st of June, 1944.

Further correspondence on your part will not be necessary.

Sincerely yours,

 

GILBERT D. STARNES,

Captain, Signal Corps,

Commanding

rbc/GDS

 

 

 

Dear Dad —

Will be home by the 21st. I don’t know anything except that my application went through. (over)

I actually can’t be positively sure until I’m on my way — so please don’t say too much about it ’til I get there — but as things are now — I’ll see you on the 21st.

Tomorrow, another letter from Dave asking for a box of stationery and the fact that El (his girlfriend, Eleanor Kintop) was belittling the Army Organization 

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (26) – Dear Dad – More Than the Usual Elation – May 12, 1944

 

 

12 May 1944

Dear Dad —

I received your lengthy missile today and read it with a little more than the usual elation – because of being confined to a bed for the past 8 days. It’s nice to know you still have so much faith in me. If I do go a long way – it will be because I’ll be saying to myself that I have to get there because Dad is expecting me to.

Tonight will be my last night in the hospital – tomorrow I once again go back to bugler and “Fall Out, you bunch of *?!+”, etc. All well, it will be better than sitting here doing nothing all day.

I’m pretty sure I’ll be taken out of Radio and be transferred to something else.  I hope they give me an interview and let me make a choice as to the school I want.  I’ll take Clerk School – and see what I can get out of it.  Maybe I can get my hands on a Mimeo.

Having fallen behind 1 week in training – I will of course be transferred – AGAIN, to a new company.  Therefore – I’ll be getting a new address.

As I understand it – they’ve closed up some of the training camps here in the U.S. – and are filling to capacity – the rest.  Camp Crowder is one of those which is being filled.  A lot of former A.S.T.P.  and Air Corps boys are coming into the camp.  Just last week they made this the Army Service Forces headquarters.  So now instead of being Central Signal Corps Replacement Training Center (C.S.C.R.T.C.)  It is Army Service Forces Training Center (A.S.F.T.C.).  Of course my address should be changed accordingly.  My new address will be made like this – the (?)  being replaced by the letter and number I am assigned to –

Pvt. David P. Guion, 31409102

Co. (?) Sig. Trng. Bn.

A.S.F.T.C.

Camp Crowder, Mo.

I don’t know if you’ve realized it before – but all your sons – with the possible exception of Dick – are in the A.S.F. Remember Lad’s patch? –    – That’s a pretty poor drawing – but anyway – the Engineers, Ordinance, and Signal Corps are all part of the Army Service Forces – and wear that blue star, with white background – surrounded by a red fringe.  Of course I’m not wearing one yet because I’m not as yet assigned to a permanent Company – still a rookie in training.  As I understand it – the M.P.’s are a separate unit – but if they were connected with any of the Forces – it would be the A.S.F. I think the M.P.’s wear Organization Patches – for instance – an M.P. in the 5th Army would where the 5th Army Patch (whatever it is).  The M.P.’s here wear the 7th Service Command Patch – and the ones you see in Bpt. (Bridgeport) wear the 1st Service Command Patch.  – So what?

Oh, well, it fills up the page anyway.

There were some Prisoners of War working outside our open door today – gibbering away in German.  I’m afraid to the Army is making me very narrow and intolerant – I find myself only seeing one side of things – especially when it comes to the P.W.’s and W.A.C.’s.

Love,

Dave

Tomorrow, a quick note from Dave offering an apology to his Dad.

Judy Guion 

World War II Army Adventure (23) – Dear Dad (2) – Only One Letter This Week – April 30, 1945

My Uncle Dave is only four months into Army Basic Training and he is at Camp Crowder, in Missouri, attending Radio School. He only has one week to go and must pass sending and receiving speeds to advance. He is struggling. That story was told in yesterday’s post.

David Peabody Guion at home in Trumbull before being shipped to Camp Crowder, Missouri

(2)

          I only received one letter all week long.  I’ll bet you can’t guess in the thousand years who it was from – Dad?  – No. El? – No. Jean?  – No. A.B.? – No.  One of my brothers?  – Yes.  You’re right!  – I got a letter from Dick!  Am I proud!  He wrote me that he saw Nick Halzack (Peggy Van Kovic,s future husband) in S.A. – he said Nick is a radio operator (of all things) in a B-24 in the Air Corps.  He said Nick was on his way to Scotland.

Now an explanation as to why I didn’t get any other letters – including yours – and any that El might have sent.  The mail clerk up at A-36 is the sort of guy who would pull a Mortimer Snerd! if you asked him his name – he’d say, “Duh – duh – ah –lemme tink.” so naturally you couldn’t expect him to get our mail transferred from A-36 to D-26 42 or three months – therefore – no mail.  I don’t know why he sent Dick’s letter through – he probably didn’t mean to.  By the way this mail clerk that I’m raking over the coals – is of course – a Sgt. – if a guy is a born soldier – and always “on the ball” – he remains a Pvt. – it’s only these Snerds that can get ahead.  – – – Boy, I guess I sound like my old self today – don’t I?

All kidding aside, though, there retaining all the men not physically fit for overseas duty.  These are the men who get the ratings and stay on in the camps as cadre and instructors.  It’s logical enough – but it hurts me (I don’t know how the other boys feel).  When I was younger – I was pretty puny – I never had any diseases – but I was never awfully healthy either.  I never did the things the other boys did – swim, hike, ride a bike, – in general – I didn’t really live – until I was thirteen or fourteen – now I’m healthy – full of spunk (at least I feel that way) and in general – I feel like living.  I came into the Army with high hopes – Air Corps, Cadre,, O.C.S. But truly (I don’t want to get cynical again) the jobs I would like best seen to either be taken or are being taken by man who – in peace time – even be allowed to join the Army.  It just hurts my ego (or sumpin’) at any rate – I’m Class A (overseas combat) material – and if I don’t flunk out of Radio – or get transferred to another part of camp (which isn’t likely), I’ll be home sometime in June or July and then it will be “Over the Waves !!” and then I’ll get my rating by doing something really worthwhile.  – “A Dreamer.”

Two pages – both sides!  There is quantity even if there isn’t quality.  Please will it pass for the negligence (is that right?)  On the part of your youngest son last week?

I’m to be on guard tonight so I’m in camp this weekend.

Love, (see you soon – maybe)

Dave

Dave’s World War II Army Adventure will continue next weekend.

Tomorrow, I will be posting letters written in 1939. Both Lad and Dan are in Venezuela working for a company that is building a road from Caracas to Maracaibo, through the northern mountains. and all the other children are at home in Trumbull, except for Elizabeth (Bissie to friends and family) who is married and living in Stratford, five miles away.

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (23) – Dear Dad (1) – Passing Radio School – April 30, 1944

David Peabdy Guion left High School in the middle of his Senior year – after his 18th birthday – to enlist in the Army, following in the steps of three of his older brothers. He spent most of his first two months at Fort Devens in Ayer, Massachusetts, for Basic Training. He has been transferred to Camp Crowder, near Carthage, Missouri, to continue his training in Radio School.

 

David Peabody Guion

April 30, 1944

Dear Dad —

Well – my good record has finally been broken.  I was pretty proud of being able to say that I hadn’t missed writing at least card every week – no matter how busy I was.  Actually I can still say it – because I wrote you two letters this week – but I guess it doesn’t count if you write and don’t mail your letters – does it ? !

Time is going by faster than ever here.  This is the last day of April.  Everything here is green.  I’ve seen blossoms on the fruit trees here.  This is an excellent farm country here – except for the stones.  Camp Crowder is filled with apple and peach orchards – that the farmers took care of – until they were bought out by the government to make the camp.  I think this camp is supposed to cover 90 sq. miles.  The orchards have been let go since the camp was built – the government would rather spend thousands of dollars buying fruit from the farmers (and making it so the civilians can’t get decent fruit) then spend a few hundred dollars for spray and equipment to keep up the trees – which are already planted and bearing fruit.  Dave got the manpower to pick the apples and keep the trees in good condition.

The idea of growing our own fruit with everything we need for doing right here – is far too practical for the government – or the Army.  So – instead – you get no fruit and we get battered and bruised apples – some of which aren’t fit to eat – that have been shipped halfway across the country – taking up valuable shipping space and using up valuable gasoline – This is the Army – The end.

I am in a rut at Radio School.  They call it a plateau of learning.  When you first go to school you start with the Z speeds – Z1 to Z6.  These are all to teach the alphabet.  In other words – when you get through with Z6 – you know the complete alphabet and a number of different signs such as a long break (between messages), repeat back, and of transmission, etc.  After you pass all the Z speeds – you go to 5 W (5 words a minute), 7 W, 12 W, 15 W, 18 W. .To pass the course you must be able to receive 18 W (18 words a minute) and send 13 words a minute.  The course is 5 weeks long – 4 of which we have completed already. I’m on ten W and as I said before, I can’t seem to get by it – I’ve been there for 2 weeks now – on that one speed.  I haven’t been able to pass any sending tests as yet.  I only have 1 week to get 18 W receiving – and 13 W sending.  This sounds bad – but it’s almost average – but then to – there are a lot of boys being transferred to other schools.  Just keep your fingers crossed – I’ll work – you hope and pray for me – and maybe I can make it – O.K.?

Tomorrow, I’ll post the rest of this letter.

Judy Guion

 

World War II Army Adventure (22) – Post Card From Elk River Bridge – April 22, 1944

 

David Peabody Guion left High School in the middle of his Senior year – after his 18th birthday – to enlist in the Army, following in the steps of three of his older brothers. He spent most of his first two months at Fort Devens in Ayer, Massachusetts, for Basic Training. He has been transferred to Camp Crowder, near Carthage, Missouri, to continue his training in Radio School. 

In the Ozarks, “The Land of a Million Smiles”

Elk River Bridge, Junction U. S. 71 at Noel, Mo., South of Joplin and Neosho near Camp Crowder

 

NOTE – Where the stamp belongs, it says: “PLACE ONE CENT STAMP HERE”. Dave has crossed that out and written “Free” above it. Perhaps mail from soldiers within the U. S. borders was Free. I also noticed a “Free” note on a letter written from my Dad, Lad, while in Flora, Mississippi, to Dave at Camp Crowder. 

 

Pvt. David P Guion

31009102

Co. D – 26 Sig. Trng. Bn.

Camp Crowder, Mo.

_____________________________________

Dad —

Notice new change

of address. See

what I mean

about A – 36 ?

Dave

Next weekend, both Saturday and Sunday will be devoted to one letter from Dave to family back in Trumbull. Tomorrow, I will begin posting letters written in March of 1945. Both Lad and Dan are in France, Ced is still in Anchorage, Alaska, Dick is in Brazil and Dave is in Okinawa, the Philippines.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Hello, Again – Sprucing Up the Place – April 2, 1944

 

The Old Homestead

                    The Old Homestead

Trumbull, Conn.   April 2, 1944

Hello again:

Another week has rolled around and finds me again seated at my faithful typewriter, withal a little lame in the back after having wrestled with numerous baskets of incinerator refuse which Ced laboriously filled and would have emptied himself undoubtedly if he had not been summoned so summarily back to the wilds of Anchorage. I wanted to get the yard cleaned up a bit so as to look somewhat presentable for Easter. Jean, too, has been busy indoors, bless her heart. The kitchen floor looks as clean and nice as any time since the new linoleum was first laid, and she has washed the curtains which the kitchen oil stove managed to make quite drab.

Yesterday, I spent some time out front cutting down Maple shoots which had started up in between the arborvitae hedge which is so ragged any way that I think it would look better taken down altogether. What do you think? Then there is the cellar and the barn and the storm windows to be taken down and the screens to be put up. Two or three of you “father’s helpers” better quit the army and come home and give me a hand. Oh, yes, I also spent part of yesterday afternoon applying another coat of tar on the canvas roof over the laundry. In getting the can of tar out of the cellar I had left the cellar door open which was an invitation to Skipper and Susan to explore the cellar. Seeing their father’s oil barrel handy, they promptly took great delight in letting all the kerosene in said oil barrel run out on the cellar floor, much to their mother’s delight and my glee.

Dave is deserving of my appreciation, and he gets it. He has not let a week go by, no matter how busy or tired he is, without writing. In the letter received this week he mentions the possibility of his being transferred to another camp soon and hopes it might be to Fort Monmouth, New Jersey, where the chances of his being able to come home occasionally would be brighter than at present.

Daughter Marian writes to say that Lad is being kept pretty busy. They are still house hunting but are finding it difficult to find a suitable place accessible to the Camp.

A letter from Dorothy (Peabody) reports Anne (Peabody) Stanley) has recently returned from a visit to Vermont, Gweneth (Stanley, Anne’s daughter)  having been ill with a cold. Burton (Peabody, Grandma Arla’s brother) is still in Washington. Helen (Peabody) Human)and Ted  (Human) are still in New York. Ted is doing a series of engineering articles for MacGraw Hill, Helen meantime taking over the complete management of the apartment leaving Dorothy ample opportunity to take it easy in recovering from her operation.

Art Mantle has been awarded the Purple Heart Medal for wounds received in the battle of the Salvo Islands. Dan’s letter about the Red Cross has recently been published in the Bridgeport Post and did it’s part in helping to put the drive over the top. Although Trumbull’s quota was double what it was last year, we even topped that by $1000. And that seems to be all – – a rather uninteresting letter, I’ll admit, but at least it’s something. Can you-all say as much? Happy Easter greetings to all of you. Remember the jellybean hunts you used to have as kids? No jellybeans on the market now. There’s a war on. Have you heard?

The same Dad

Tomorrow, a quick note from Lad and on Friday, a letter to Ced from Peg, a Trumbull friend.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dan Writes to Grandpa – American Red Cross in London – March, 1944

 

This is the article that prompted Dave to write a letter to Grandpa dedicated to the U.S.O, which I posted on Saturday. The following article appeared in The Bridgeport Post, Bridgeport, Conn., on Monday, March 27, 1944.

Daniel Beck Guion

 

Red Cross on Call for All Servicemen in London, Corp. Guion Tells Family

The American Red Cross in London is “a composite Travelers’ aid, shopping guide, nursemaid, companion, entertainer,  tour conductor, encyclopedia, Dorothy Dix and hostess, all at the beck and call of any G. I. in uniform”, according to Corp. Daniel B.  Guion, of Trumbull, now stationed in London.

“Because it occupies such a prominent place in my mind today, I am dedicating this letter to the ARC (American Red Cross)”, Corp. Guion recently wrote to his father, Alfred D. Guion, of Trumbull.

The clubs in London have been a Godsend to every American serviceman who has come to London,  wanting to get the most out of his visit, the Trumbull soldier continues. “Maps, accommodations, education, information, entertainment, all are the daily diet of the ARC.”

Rooms and meals, he says, are available at minimum cost. “But nicest of all, a new ARC club has just opened quite near the place rather different from the downtown London clubs, more like a USO in that there are no overnight facilities to attract the Grand Central Terminal crowd, that prevails in the regular clubs, coming and going at all hours of the day and night, unkempt from travel, gas masks and musette bags drooping from weary shoulders as they lineup for lodgings.”

This club, designed for men stationed in the area rather than for transient servicemen, appeals strongly to Corp. Guion’s sense of the historic and dramatic.

On Site of Old Palace

“This local ARC is housed in a building built by Christopher Wren for Queen Anne, in the early 18th century,” he explains.  “It is built on the site of an old palace,  which, causes it to fairly reek of atmosphere and tradition, despite the modern comforts that have been added for its present function.”

 

Great figures of Britain’s past, who have stopped there, or played their parts in the immediate vicinity, include 21 Kings, four queens, Chaucer, Woolsey, Sir Walter Raleigh, Francis Bacon, Spencer (“he read the Faery Queen to Queen Bess”) and Dean Swift.

Open Fireplace

“There is an open fireplace in virtually every room. Library, music room, dining room, information desk, all contribute notably to our comfort indoors, while spacious lawns, secluded bowers, gardens and aged walls lend an aura of romantic antiquity to the grounds around it. Glimpses of barges and boats can be caught through the trees that line the further edge of the lawn past which a river flows.

“By fortunate coincidence I am able to take advantage of this club during the daylight hours all this week, because I have begun working on a shift job which changes hours periodically.”

Corp. Guion is not new to world travel. As a U.S. government engineer, he traveled through a good bit of South America, spending some time working in Venezuela, and before entering service, was given an assignment in Alaska. He had his early education in Trumbull schools, attending Central High School, and was graduated from the University of Connecticut. He has been overseas with the U.S. Army for several months.

Mr. Guion, Sr.,  is an enthusiastic volunteer worker for the Trumbull branch, Bridgeport chapter, American Red Cross, which he serves as director of public information.

“We all know the Red Cross is doing a grand job, here and abroad.” he says. “But it gives an added boost to your morale to hear directly from your own boy how extremely well the organization is serving our men overseas.”

 

Tomorrow,, a letter from Elizabeth (Biss) to Ced, one of her older brothers, then a letter from Grandpa, on Thursday a quick note form Lad and on Friday, another letter to Ced from Peg, a friend in Trumbull..

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (20) – In An Exceptionally Good Mood – April 17, 1944

 

COMPANY A, 36TH SIGNAL TRAINING BATTALION

CENTRAL SIGNAL CORPS REPLACEMENT TRAINING CENTER

CAMP CROWDER, MISSOURI

April 17, 1944

To the Manager and “guests” of the Guion Lady’s Home —

If, for some reason or other, my introduction (or what have you) is offensive to one or more of you – please pardon.  For some reason or other (a lot of “or other” tonight), I’m in an exceptionally good mood – maybe it’s because I just answered a letter El (Elinor Kintop, his girlfriend back home) sent me last week.  It really was some morale builder – follow me?

I don’t know if I told you or not, but Lt. Bach couldn’t pull enough strings. (Lt. Bach was trying to pull some strings to get Dave into a Cadre slot – which would have made him a Cpl. right way.)

There is really not anything to say this week – but I don’t want to spoil my record (Proud of it).

I like radio better now –  but seven hours a day of dits and daws isn’t easy – tiresome as (pardon me) Hell!

I got a letter from Bissie this week (as you know of course) and she asked me for one of my pictures.  How about giving me an inventory of pictures on hand and also what I owe you.

Also, Dad, I’d like to know what, if you have any, your ideas are as to how long the war will last both with Japan and Germany.  When the second front will start, what the peace terms will be, and all such things connected with this blasted war.  I know no one can tell for sure – but I’d just like to know what your up-to-date ideas are on the subject.

You’d be surprised how little we know of this war after we get into the Army.

Sorry I can’t write a more interesting letter – but there just isn’t anything to write.

Love,

Dave

What do you think of the stationary (G.I. – Free)

Tomorrow, I will be posting letters written about this same time, in March of 1944, I will share a letter from Grandpa, a letter to Ced from Rusty Huerlin in Nome, Alaska, and another letter from Grandpa with notes to each of his boys.

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (16) – Thanks For The Sewing Kit – March 28, 1944

Each weekend, for the foreseeable future, I will be posting letters written by my Uncle Dave as he proceeds through Army Basic Training.  He had his eighteenth birthday on September 30, 1943, and over the Christmas break, enlisted in the Army.  He left home on January 15 and traveled to Fort Devens in Ayer, Massachusetts.  He is now at Camp Crowder in Missouri for his Basic Training.  He is trying very hard to write a letter to the folks at home every Sunday.  These are his letters.

 

 

 

March 25, 1944

Pop – et al —

First – thanks for the sewing kit.  I have a couple of them already – but I’ll be able to use it.

I’m writing tonight because we aren’t getting tomorrow off.  A bunch of Brass-hats are coming here for a conference this week and they want to impress the big-wigs  by making US work on Sunday – this is the Army.  Under this system we’ll finish a day earlier–Friday instead of Saturday.  We’ll probably move next Saturday  so I may not be able to write next week–especially seeing as how I’ll probably be exceptionally busy this week – battle conditioning – etc.  – and then getting settled at new address next week.  There is a chance (I’m  100) that I’ll go to Fort Monmouth – Tuesday I’ll know.

I am getting the funnies – Dad – thanks – you can keep sending them.  You may hold up my mail if you like until I send you my new address – or you may send it to my old address – it doesn’t make a bit of difference.

___________________________________________________________________

I just came back from an overnight bivouac and have more letters to write – hence the scribble – and lack of news and interesting approach to what I’m writing.  I’m tired and I want to go to bed – until the next time (which may be for some time) –

Love,,

Dave

Tomorrow, I will begin posting a week of letters written in nineteen forty-five.  Grandpa’s sons are scattered around the world.  Lad is in Southern France, Dan is in northern France, Ced is in Anchorage, Alaska, Dick is in Brazil and Dave is in Okinawa, the Philippines.

Judy Guion