We’ve moved forward to 1944 when Lad and his new wife are in California, Dan is in London but travels to Paris, Ced is in Alaska searching, rescuing and repairing planes, Dick is in Brazil in the liaison office of the local town and Dave os at Camp Crowder, Missouri, completing basic training.
Trumbull, Conn. Easter Day, 1944
Dear “Trumbull’s Gift to the U.S. Army”:
Introducing a visiting layman, who will now do her stuff:
Hello, folks! The setting Sun is looking in the alcove window as I sit down to write. I am a little too early to see the “explosion of spring” in the case of the lilac trees. It won’t take but a few warm days to burst them open and I’m sorry to miss it.
The Grand Central Station is a very busy place these days. More goes on there than we ever hear of. Famous people, tragedies, joys and a multitude of other things are constantly happening and sometimes we read about them, because we don’t actually see more than what’s in front of our noses.
We see columns of inductees going by and occasionally we hear a band of music honoring some celebrity, but for the most part the station is full of just people and lots of uniforms hustling hither and yon, where ever that may be.
Our busy Easter season is over and we are settling down now to the spring and summer needs. I haven’t had much time to take in many shows. At last I saw “Life with Father” and it justifies its long run. Also I saw “Arsenic and Old Lace” which I liked immensely. And some movies. I’ve taken up too much space already, so, so long folks!
There you see I sprung an Easter surprise on you first crack out-of-the-box. With spring well on its way I and thousands of others are waiting for the Allies to spring a surprise on me with news of the long awaited invasion. The broadcasters theme repeatedly today has been “This we hope will be the last Easter our boys will spend at war”, to which I breathed a sincere Amen. Elsie was with us today, as you may have surmised already, and needless to say, at dinner today we wondered what each of you were doing as we at home set around the little kitchen table you know so well.
Friday I took advantage of the fact that the banks, etc., were closed, to declare a personal holiday and devote the time to doing some of the neglected chores around the house, getting in here and there a lick of work reminiscent of each of you, saying, “Well, this is what Dan would be doing to the yard, or Lad would be busy at this, or Dick or Ced or Dave probably would be helping at this, so I had an invisible gang of helpers, which didn’t however prevent my back being sore at the unaccustomed tasks. While I did accomplish quite a bit it was just a drop compared with what there was to do and very modest in accomplishments measured by what we all would have been able to finish together.
Dave writes he is working at low speed radio. He found on being interviewed for a cadre job that 18 is to young. Last Sunday he went to a Palm Sunday service at a Presbyterian Church at Carthage and thereafter was taken to the home of one of the congregation for dinner and in the afternoon spent an interesting hour at the Granite Quarries.
Lad celebrated his birthday eve by writing a welcome letter to us all. They have moved into a new apartment in a town called Ontario about 2 1/2 miles East of Pomona but retain their Pomona mail address (Box 491)). They’re keeping him pretty busy. He gets up at 430. Nine o’clock is his bedtime. Imagine that for Lad!
Ced wrote a nice long letter about his doings. He says he has heard nothing new from the local draft board, but Art (Woodley) told him he would not be left in the 1-AO classification. Art is acquiring several new planes with additional pilots to run them, so perhaps Ced’s job to the draft board will be considered more essential than ever. Rumor also has it that their biggest competitor, Alaska Air Lines, is deep in financial difficulties and may go into the hands of a receiver.
And Marian sends me a little Easter card which arrived in Saturday’s mail. I’m quite jealous though because both Aunt Betty and Jean got pink handkerchiefs with sachet bags include which were omitted in my envelope.
In a letter to Catherine, Red says: “I am now back in Louisiana where I started last September. I ended up my stay in Alabama with a big bang. We drained the next county of beer, actually. The last weekend after we left, some of the fellows combed the entire area (about 200 miles) and found six bottles of beer, with a bottle of Hiram Walker and a bottle of rum. We hired a “push it”, then a big pail, filled it with ice and put two cases of beer in the back, picked up our dates who provided two fried chickens, dozens of sandwiches, etc., and we had ourselves one hell of a picnic. It was swell, except when we were going to leave (at 2 AM ) we found we had a flat tire. I lost a flip of a coin and had to walk several miles to civilization, get the garage men out of bed and get a spare tire. I’m now in the Engineer Utility Detachment. Our training will take about three months and then — overseas. We follow the front line troops and clean up the cities after them. I hope the front line doesn’t bend back as it did in Cassino where a utility outfit got wiped out when the front collapsed. We aren’t heavily armed so will be at a disadvantage in a fight”.
Aunt Betty is waiting for me to finish this for a light supper which I wish you were all here to share, so with best Easter greetings to you all, I’ll sign off the same as always, just
Later in the week, I‘ll be posting letters from Dave, Marian, Ced and Grandpa. Stay tuned for the latest developments in the continuing saga of the Guion family.