Friends – Rusty Heurlin Writes to Ced – An Arctic Bum – March 25, 1944

This letter is written to Ced from Rusty Huerlin, probably received after he had returned to his job in Anchorage after his lengthy stay in Trumbull and his quick visit with Lad and Marian.

Rusty Heurlin

Nome, Alaska


Dear Ced,

Word by mukluk telegraph informs me that you are back in Anchorage. Fine guy you turned out to be not to write to your dear old pal. But perhaps you’ll get the pin out of your tail now and drop us a line to let me know how Al (Grandpa) is doing and how you enjoyed your trip outside.

Since arriving here have been tied up with ATG (Alaska Territorial Guard Association, Inc.) work but going to start painting in a couple of days. The Major (Major Marvin “Muktuk” Marston, and I have located a cabin for ourselves. Real cold weather here and have never seen as much snow. Twill be a late break up this year in case you would like to know. I should say between the fourth and the eighth.

On visit down from Palmer I emptied your pent-up mailbox and left mail with Bob Hall. Hope I did the right thing and that he contacted you or left it where you could get it before he went outside.

If Ted Kogan got luggage left in my wake, kindly get it back from him. Hold everything for me if you are not going into service. May write for frames in a couple of weeks. Keep stretchers and jib sail bag together. If you have no room for them, best place may be at George’s. Expect to be in Nome until break up time when I will go north with years supply of grub. But if you should happen to know of anyone traveling to Nome by CAA it would be all mighty swell, if no trouble to that person, to load on my frames, bag and stretchers. If Dale or Dell, the fellow who brought us out, is making the trip this way soon, I am sure he would be glad to do me this favor. You might be driving by his place sometime and can drop in to see him on this. Had I come the way planned for me, I could have handled everything.

Sorry I did not get to see you before I left. Confidentially, as I do not want it to get about, I pulled a fast one on Governor Gruening. ( It resulted in him commandeering an army car and paying me a visit at Palmer. But it wasn’t exactly a fast one and it took me one month of careful planning. It is too long a story to go over at this early hour of the morning. I only want you to know that it was honest. Or should I not say to a trusted and tried friend that he, the Governor, fell for my rubber salmon egg. Two days later he was in Fairbanks, then came a telephone call from Fairbanks for me to proceed to Nome on next Army transport. At Fort Rich a week later I got my traveling orders but no planes to Nome were available. To wait longer for transportation was like waiting for the invasion. I finally decided to put tongue in cheek and go by Star. That was why I had to cut down on baggage. But trip here is not known to Star officials so I am now one jump and the hop ahead of them.

Water is $.10 a gallon here. Whiskey cannot be had. When you see George again tell him I really like my scotch cut with water. I think he will understand. Ha ha!

Contact Ted Kogan through weather Bureau or Juanita at OPA. Drop out of an evening and see their nice home which they bought. Also see Maurie and Helen. Best to you and Hans and Ruth and all good Scandahoovis. Sorry I cannot or it’s sad I cannot add the name of dear old Kjosen,

Thank Ted for his trouble and will write him soon. Let’s hear from you soon Sonny boy… Till we meet again,

Yours to be an Arctic bum —– Rusty

During stop-over at Nulato I pissed in the Yukon. Did it the hard way too— if you know what I mean? Aim to do the rest the hard way to— if I can— and I have shot and killed a bear.

I believe the following is Ced’s memory of this trip, although he may have incorrectly remembered the approximate dates. I don’t know if we’ll ever know the complete story. This is taken from the childhood memories I recorded with my Uncle Ced on one of two occasions.

About 1940-41, things were getting red-hot. Major Marston was up there in charge of the Alaskan defense command. He was based in Anchorage. Rusty made friends with him – he made friends with everyone he talked to. He met the Governor of Alaska through Major Marston. Rusty came home one night and he said, “Know what they’re going to do? Major Marston says that the Governor wants to go around the whole perimeter of Alaska and try to develop a reasonable defense system for Alaska. I guess it was Major Marston’s idea. Major Marston said, ’None of us know anything about Alaska, the Eskimos, the Indians. We should go around and meet these native people. They know the land and if any problems develop with the days coming, we’d be lost. We wouldn’t know what to do.’ He said, ‘We want to get an Alaskan defense going with native people.’ Governor Gruening says, ’Well you know what? I don’t know any. I’m the Governor of this territory and I’d like to go around with you and meet these people that I’m supposed to be Governor of.’ “ So, Rusty sat and listened to all this talk and he said, ”You wouldn’t want to take me along, would you? I’ve had this in the back of my mind for years, that I would like to do a series of pictures on the discovery of Alaska.” His whole goal, idea and the love of his life was Alaska. He said, ”I’d like to have a chance to go around to all those places, and make sketches.” “OK, come on along.” they said. That’s where he got this series of 18 pictures, starting with the fellow who came from Russia, sailed to Alaska and took it for the Russians. That was the first painting, he did the Gold Rush and 16 others. This was after he moved to Fairbanks.” (Rusty Heurlin’s large panels depicting the history of Alaska are visible at Pioneer Park in Anchorage.

Tomorrow and Sunday, more Special Pictures and Memories of our Family Island Retreat know as “Liquid Heaven”.

Judy Guion


Trumbull – Dear Lad, Marian, Dan, Dick, Dave – Dave’s Plans for Signal Corps – February 6, 1944

Trumbull, Conn.   Feb. 6th, 1944

Dear Lad,





To one and all, GREETINGS:

Aunt Betty Duryee, Grandpa’s Aunt)

There is little if anything to report on the home front this week. Aunt Betty has decided to adopt a hearing aid and has ordered and Accustican which will enable her to be “in” on conversations that are tossed around the supper table with such careless abandon, hear the phone bell when it rings, listen to Smoky’s impartial greeting to friend and foe alike and detect those sly remarks that sotto voce slip by occasionally. Delivery is expected sometime this week. Cost $150.

David Peabody Guion

Dave is again home this weekend. He is still in Camp Devens (Ayer, Massachusetts) on detail interviewing newcomers and filling out Form 20. How much longer he will be permitted to stay on this job is problematical, probably not more than two weeks longer at the most. His present intention is to ask to be put into the Signal Corps and if so, may be transferred to Camp Monmouth, N.J., from which point he will not have great difficulty getting home fairly frequently. If he doesn’t like his assignment in this range he will ask to be transferred to the air cadet training work.

Ced is away this weekend, having been invited by Helen Burnham to visit her at college in Mass., where they are having winter sports. He left yesterday fully loaded with skates, skis, etc. Tomorrow his draft board meets in Anchorage and soon thereafter he expects to be informed just how he stands. He has been busy all week cleaning out the attic and burning up the accumulation in the incinerator using the Sgt. Guion (Lad) blower adaptation for this purpose.

I have been granted permission to buy two new Grade 1 synthetic rubber tires for my Buick which ought to hold me for a while if they are any good. At least they are 5 ply tires so they ought to give pretty good service at the moderate speed with which I operate the car.

We all went over to Elizabeth’s Thursday night for supper and Tuesday I blew the household to the movies —“The Desert Song” ( in Technicolor at the Merritt Theatre (in Bridgeport). Tonight at eight o’clock I have to go to my office in Bridgeport in the capacity of Justice of the Peace and unite in wedlock two trusting souls for better or for worse. Returning home, if I feel courageous, I shall then go at my income tax return and see if I can pit my intelligence against that of those Washington wizards who so delight to put mental pitfalls in the way of the unwary taxpayer. If I can’t guess the right answers, who knows but what upon returning victorious from the war, you may be visiting your fond father in the federal penitentiary.

Barbara (Plumb, Dan’s girlfriend) is in North Africa somewhere, and according to a letter Kit just received is apparently enjoying herself being stationed in a hotel occupying a room with a balcony overlooking water.

  Lad and Marian (Irwin) Guion

Another welcome letter from Marian (Mrs. Alfred Peabody (Lad) Guion , who will be travelling to Texarkana, Texas, to join Lad) just before starting on her Texan adventure and a short e-mail from Dan. Yes, boy, you’re shaving cream, etc. was started on its way last week. I wish you other boys, particularly Dick, would let me know from time to time what your small needs are so that you have some evidence from time to time that your dad is thinking of you. I have an idea for the Texans (Lad and Marian) but from them too, suggestions now and then would be welcome.

And that’s about all I can draw out of the hat today. Goodbye and good luck, from


Tomorrow another letter from Grandpa to Dick, on Wednesday, a letter from Marian and another from Grandpa to finish out the week.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Lad (1) – Time with Rusty and News of Uncle Ted Human – February 25, 1940

ADG - Grandpa, when I know him, early 1960's

Alfred Duryee Guion (Grandpa)

Feb. 25, 1940

Dear Lad:

It is quite fair, I suppose, that no letter from you arrived this last week, in view of the fact that I received two from you last week – the laws of compensation working out.

There is not much to record in the way of local history. By contrast with the big happenings that are going on in the world today, local events seem of very minor importance. There is still much snow on the ground and last night the boys went over to Fairchild Wheeler Park to do some skiing. Dave sat down on a ski and is quite sore today having landed on the end of his spine on the ski.

Last Tuesday I played hooky. Rusty (Rusty Huerlin, a family friend who went on to fame as an artist and painter of Alaskan Life) had accompanied me to Bridgeport to get some paints. On the way from the Algonquin Club where I had parked my car, to the office, we got talking about ”Gone With The Wind”, which neither of us had seen, and as it was raining it seemed a good opportunity to spend some hours indoors. I proposed he and I take in the picture, and on his agreeing to the proposal, we went up to the theater, obtained good seats, arriving just as the picture started. It was in Technicolor, and in my opinion the best movie I have ever seen. We sat through the entire four hours without realizing it was so long. When we came out a little before two it was raining hard. Rusty invited me to lunch and we had a very good steak dinner.

Rusty has been with us all the week. He expects to leave tomorrow to go to Philadelphia and then on to Wakefield again. He has been trying to persuade both Dan and Ced to go to Alaska, but I have not heard yet that either of them have made up their minds, although I guess they both are thinking about it. Dan, I heard say, wants to get a job for the summer in order to earn enough money to go up there possibly to school. Rusty is quite a champion for the Russians, thinks all the stuff we have read in the papers about the bad things Russians are doing is not true and is inspired by the English capitalistic-minded people. The Russians are really wonderful people and are much misunderstood here, etc.

One day last week I was eating lunch in Howland’s when somebody bumped against my chair. I looked up and there was Ted (Uncle Ted Human, who hired both Lad and Dan to work with him for Interamerica, Inc. on the road building project. When it was discovered by the Venezuelan Government that the pictures of the “road” were actually smooth sand, the company did not get paid and neither did any of it’s employees. It took a long time to settle matters.), with Helen ((Peabody) Human, Grandma Arla’s next younger sister) in the background. They had come up to Bridgeport to see Dr. Laszlo about Ted (He was in a terrible car accident in early 1939, within six months of arriving in Venezuela, Lad helped tremendously getting him help, acting as a “go-fer” and eventually helping him get back to the United States). He said he had been feeling much better and he did look better than when I saw him last. He said his case was coming up in the Compensation Court in Caracas within a day or two, and if, as he hopes, the court down there decides the control of the company had come from New York, the case would then be transferred to the United States where the Compensation Courts here would have jurisdiction and then he could get somewhere. It seems to me this is all going to cost him a pretty penny although he will have the satisfaction of getting even with Max (Yervant Maxudian, owner and President of Interamerica, Inc., who had the contract with the Venezuelan Government to build the road), which is probably a big factor with him, but it seems to me he will be paying a large sum in lawyer’s fees for this satisfaction. He seemed a bit peeved because he had not heard from you, claiming that he had written you several letters to which he had received no reply. He said, “In some ways you have a queer set of boys”. I asked what he meant by that and he mentioned your failure to answer his notes and Dan’s neglect to notify him when he expected to arrive in New York. Just before he said goodbye, he said not to say anything to you about his remark, as perhaps he was peculiar and admitted he was not so good in corresponding with others himself and please not to say anything about it to you when I wrote. I told them I would jack you up as it was probably because you were pretty busy and that I myself had not heard from you for the space of a month a while ago. He seems to be the sort of person that appreciates very much being appreciated by those for whom he does something, and I have found that people like that respond very quickly and thoroughly to a little attention. I think this hint will be sufficient.

Tomorrow I will be posting the second half of this letter from Grandpa to Lad, his only son away from home at this point in time.

Judy Guion

Ced’s Amazing Adventure (23) – A Letter From Ced at Star Prairie, Wisconsin – August, 1934


Star Prairie

Dear Dad,

I received your letter just yesterday at the same time I sent the postcard (marked Wednesday). I am sorry I missed your letter in Chicago but I may pick it up on the way back. And I certainly was thrilled to get the letter. It was the first one I had received from the East since I had left Ossining (N.Y., Grandma Peabody’s house). A card from the Burnham’s also arrived with your letter. Your letter brought me a sort of breath from Trumbull and for the first time I felt a longing to be back there. It’s too bad George missed the trip to the Fair, I think he would have enjoyed it.

If Aunt Corinne is still there give her my love and say I was sorry to miss her, and you might tell Elizabeth she is a +-!;” fool (If you ask me) for sticking with Peggy instead of going to Nova Scotia. I think it would be a good idea for her to get away from Peggy for a while.

I’m glad that you did not prevent Arnold’s party as I would’ve been disappointed if you had. I suspect from the scavenger list that Arnold cooked most of them up and some I consider very foolish and impossible, for instance a flea and a bottle of oil from a gas station, but it must have been fun and I would certainly have liked to have been there.

CDG - Scavenger List for Arnold Gibson's Party - Aug., 1934

1. Constable’s cap

2. Canary cage

3. Road sign

4. Telegram blank

5. False Teeth

6. Stamper from Library

7. Something with feathers

8. Monogrammed handkerchief

10. Flannel night shirt – man’s

11.Menu from anywhere

12.Lady’s Dance set

13. Men’s garters

14. Bulb from Street lamp – unbroken

15.Board from stand of Carnival

16. Lock of red hair

17.Fish from fishbowl

18.Clock (electric)


20.Animal from Beardsley Park

21. Ticket from show – whole

22. Ear of corn

23. Ice cream dish

24. Corn cob pipe

25. a black poodle dog

26. bottle of oil from gas station

27. Screen off of window

28. Something odoriforous

29. Button from Usher in Show

30.Something ending in a

31. piece of green velvet

32. Get a flea

33. Sugar cubes from Diner

34. Sign from 10 cents store

35. Stove pipe

36. Pint of cream

37. Something from Merritt Highway

38. Gayly painted ladder

39. Souvenir from couple in Beardsley Park

40. A train schedule

I don’t believe I will be home before September first as I want to do and see lots of things out here which I may not get another chance to do and see for a long time.

I expect to stop at Draz’s on the way back as they have invited me to the national air races there. I have already invited everyone I saw, to come east and stay, but they all say when they get better cars. I will write both Arnold and Aunt Elsie on their respective undertakings, Arnold, his trip and Aunt Elsie, her birthday.

Here at Star Prairie the drought is finally over (we hope). It has rained twice and been pretty good both times.

The letter ends abruptly but Ced had run out of room and I’m sure he knew Grandpa would know who the letter was from.

Tomorrow, more of Ced’s Amazing Adventure.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Boys (1) – Fred Waring and the Pennsylvanians and The Mikado – March 8, 1942

This is a postcard mailed March 1st from Ames, Iowa,  to Lad from Charlie Hall, one of the neighborhood boys, and a good friend of Dick’s.

Charlie Hall

Hi Ghost –

Yep. I met your friend Larry Sieck today – Nice guy – Says he planned to come “over” and see you this spring vacation – but since we have no spring vacation – yellow fever epidemic – he’s going to wait till next summer. Me likewise, darn it.

By the way, doesn’t ghost mean spook?

Tell R.P.G. (Dick) I’m expecting a letter any month now –

Farmboy Hall


This very early picture of Lad, maybe wearing a Cowboy outfit he received at his 9th birthday in 1923, shows the cellar door mentioned in the letter as well as the Lilac bush screening the window where Aunt Betty sat and watched the birds.

Trumbull, Conn., March 8, 1942

Dear Boys:

For one solid hour I have been listening to Jim Smith who came in just as I started to write you, and he has practically denuded my mind of any ideas I had to start with in the way of raw material for this my weekly news sheet.

I shall try to get back into running condition by discussing the weather – – a perfectly safe topic with which to get by the sensor – – except of course in a radio broadcast. And that gives me a lead off. I noticed an article in the paper recently to the effect that Gilbert and Sullivan operas were playing in New York, and knowing Dave’s enthusiasm for such, recalling my own boyhood days when my father took me to the big city to see a real show and realizing that Dave has been very helpful in working at the office in a real spirit of cooperation, it seemed a good opportunity for me to get back at him by taking in a performance sometime during the week when he had no school on account of the mid-year vacation. So we ups and decides to see The Mikado on Friday. It so happened that on that same day Dave had been invited to attend rehearsal for radio broadcasting at W.I.C.C. (Bridgeport Radio station) and in calling up to tell them he could not attend, they suggested he might, while in New York, like to take in a real broadcast at Radio City. Accordingly, he was given a card of introduction, which, when duly presented, got us into an hour’s performance with Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians – – 15 minutes of the regular Chesterfield broadcast and 45 minutes of his own. It was very interesting and quite enjoyable. Then Gilbert and Sullivan and then home where Lad met us at Bridgeport. Home and to bed.

But to get back to the weather. It has been like an April day, the thermometer in the shade registering about 60. The sun, while not brilliant, was warm. I got out the deck chair from the cellar for Aunt Betty and she spent about two hours on the cement terrace enjoying the first promise of summer. She and the birds have been quite chummy lately. A piece of suet hung on the lilac bush just outside the kitchen window (the one looking out toward the barn)  (near where the cellar door used to be that Rusty burst out of one night after sitting around the alcove fireplace and getting a dose of monoxide gas poisoning)  was what started the whole thing. This proved to be so popular with our little feathered friends that it was followed by scattered crumbs, etc., until we have quite a number of regular visitors, among them some pretty little slate gray birds which Dan or Rusty could probably identify if they were here.

Dick still has not been able to get his car. The holdup has been caused by the fact that before he could obtain his registration, he had to show his birth certificate (a new rule I suppose because of the war, registration of aliens, etc.) I told him to write to Mount Vernon and the answer came back that they had no record of anyone by that name, the records being in the name of Lawrence Guion on that date born in the Mount Vernon Hospital. To make the necessary change I had to make out a formal request which I mailed back to them Saturday. Perhaps it will come through Tuesday of next week. We had not registered Dan’s car so he has been using mine nights. And, one day last week, he reported one of my tires blew out. That, with the present tire situation, is a major calamity. So, I have filed a formal request to the tire rationing board for permission to buy two new tires, but I have little hope of their granting the request. They are pretty damn tough.

I’ll be posting the conclusion of this letter tomorrow. The rest of the week will be filled with more letters from Grandpa to Ced, in Anchorage, Alaska, and Dan in the Army.

Judy Hardy

Ced’s Amazing Adventure (20) – A Scavenger Hunt and a Few Last Words – August 8, 1934

Scavenger Hunt list


1. Constables cap

2. Canary Cage

3. Road Sign

4. Telegram Blank 

5. False Teeth

6. Stamper from Library

7. Something with feathers eight

8. Monogrammed handkerchief

9. Telephone Book from public place

10. Flannel nightshirt (man’s) 

11. Menu from anywhere

12. Ladies Dance set

13. Men’s Garters

14. Bulb from Street Light (unbroken)

15. Board from stand of Carnival

16. Lock of Red hair

17. Fish from fishbowl

18. Clock (electric)

19. Bird Bath

20. Animal from Beardsley Park

21. Ticket from show (whole)

22. Ear of corn

23. Ice cream dish

24. Corn cob pipe

25. a black poodle dog

26. Bottle of oil from gas station 

27. Screen off of window

28. Something odoriferous

29. Button from Usher in show

30. Something ending in A

31. Piece of green velvet 

32. Get a flea

33. Sugar Cubes from diner

34. Sign from $.10 store

35. Stove Pipe 

36. Pint of cream

37. Something from Merritt Highway

38. Gaily painted ladder

39. Souvenir from couple in Beardsley Park

40. A train schedule

(This is quite a long list. I would love to know if they were able to find everything.)

Grandma (Peabody) and Uncle Burton (Peabody) drove over from Ossining Sunday afternoon to see Corinne (Flaniken, I haven’t figured out how she knows the family, yet.)

Aunt Elsie (Guion, Grandpa’s sister) is coming to Trumbull on the 26th to celebrate her birthday. Do you anticipate being home by that time? Received a note from Uncle Francis today in which he expresses the hope you will stop out there again on your way home.

I am so glad you are meeting all of Mother’s folks. You are an ambassador without portfolio, charged with the mission of extending a goodwill message all with an earnest invitation to visit us when any of them come east.

Well, here’s hoping this reaches you in time. I think if you sent your letter to the office they would reach me sooner.

Good luck, bon voyage and lots of love.


Tomorrow I will begin posting letters written in March of  1942. Dan has joined the Army and Lad expects to be drafted soon. Grandpa is feeling the results of the war on a personal level. 

Judy Guion

Ced’s Amazing Adventure (16) – Chicago to Star Prairie, Wisconsin (1) – August, 1934

Ced - 1938

Cedric Duryee Guion 


(August 2, 1934)

Dear Dad,

I am staying with Uncle Kenneth, Aunt Nora, and their three children; Allan, Joyce and seven weeks old Muriel, at Star Prairie, Wisconsin. I arrived in New Richmond Tuesday night and Uncle Douglas met me there.

I believe I left off on the “letter diary” at my arrival in Cleveland, therefore I will begin there. The first day at the Fair I started at the 12th St. Gate and then went through the park parallel with the islands, very thoroughly during the day, and also through the island. I looked at everything and went inside everything that looked interesting. There were many interesting things but nothing outstanding.

The second day I went into Old England where I met a friend of the Draz’s which they had told me about there. That evening I saw the Chrysler track where Barry Oldfield and his “hell drivers” put on a demonstration with Plymouths. They took two Plymouths and ran them through some sandpits where they certainly did some wonderful tricks. I saw the Ford building that afternoon and in it were some wonderful old carriages and autos, some of the most interesting I put on the inside cover of the diary from the railway booklet which I sent you with the other junk.

CDG - Of interest in the Fird Exhibit

Of  Interest at the Ford exhibit

I took another big section that day and the next day finished up with the trip through the Fairgrounds. I saw the Drama of Transportation which was quite a lot like the Fair of the Iron Horse, which we saw in Baltimore. I was supposed to start Monday morning of this week but I dropped Alfred’s watch on the tile floor in the shower and broke the balance wheel staff, and had to wait to have this fixed. I got started about noon and walked almost out of Chicago before getting a ride. This man carried me about 2 miles and then I walked a mile or so and was carried another 2 miles. I walked about half a mile and was carried about a mile, than I walked another half-mile and road a mile and then got a ride for two blocks, then I got a 5 mile ride and walked about a mile on a wrong road, but I got a ride to the right one very quickly. Next I walked 2 miles rode two, walked one, rode two, walked one, rode one, walked one and got a ride in a Ford V-8 truck for almost 100 miles, about that time it got dark and I walked along a little traveled road for about 5 miles when a model T picked me up and took me into Madison, Wisconsin where I was going to look up Rudolph, but at a drugstore they told me that he was not in the same house and they called Harold’s home and found that Rudolf was in Chicago studying for a higher position   and Harold was in  Wabeno, Wisconsin (,_Wisconsin) for his hay fever but a cousin of theirs was at Harold’s place, and they invited me out for the night. Fred Shaken (the cousin) was there with two classmates and they are all going to the University of Wisconsin. I left early the next morning with Star Prairie as my goal. I walked about 2 miles and discovered I had left my bathing suit but decided not to go back as the house would probably be locked anyway and then the first crack off the bat a 1934 Chevrolet came along and picked me up, the driver decided not to be  the driver and so I took his place. We stopped and he got a glass of beer and gave me a bottle of root beer, then we arrived at the Dells, Wisconsin (a state scenic place in case you don’t know),  (    he had me drive in and he showed me all one could see from a car and then we went on to his destination. Then I walked about a quarter of a mile and was picked up and carried about 6 miles. I walked another mile and a 1934 Studebaker picked me up. I walked through a small town and was carried about a quarter of a mile and then walked another quarter of a mile when a Packard picked me up and carried me about 3 miles. That I walked about 2 miles and a Ford picked me up. I was going all the way but suddenly the fan pulley broke off, the generator stopped working and the broken piece broke one of the fan blades and caused a big hole in the radiator  (the motor had only been driven 1200 miles since repairs and there was no cooling system) so we limped into a garage with a very hot motor and I went on alone again.

I got a ride in another 1934 Buick and for the first time in my life, much to my sorrow and discomfort, we came upon a very horrible accident, a boy on a bike had been struck and apparently very badly hurt. The one hitting him had apparently evacuated and left the boy to die. The new Buick I was in went on to the next town for a doctor and we did 85 and 90 all the way  (about 4 miles).

Next Saturday I will finish this long letter to Grandpa telling of Ced’s walk/ride from Chicago to Star Prairie, Wisconsin.

Tomorrow I will begin posting letters written in 1945. Both Lad and Dick have returned to civilian life and it is December 23rd, but Grandpa is very worried about Ced, son # 3, who left the Monroe (Connecticut) Airport in his newly acquired airplane on December 10th, planning to fly back to Anchorage, Alaska.

Judy Guion

Ced’s Amazing Adventure (14) – What I Saw at the Chicago Worlds Fair (7) – July, 1934



CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (The Railroad that Grew Up With Chicago) (2) 2nd page

Our record, through the century, has been one of consistent Progress. North Western was the first Western Railway to operate trains by telegraph, and to operate sleeping cars.

North Western built the first railway postal car, in 1864, and operated the first dining-car service between Chicago and San Francisco. Ours was the first double track railway between Chicago and the Missouri River.

North Western was the first railway in the United States to organize a Safety First Department, and to make extensive use of Automatic Train Control, expending more than $3 million for this purpose.


Mighty Mobile of the Rails. See this new modern locomotive in contrast to the puffing little Pioneer, when you visit North Western Park immediately south of the Travel and Transport building at A Century of Progress. It’s a graphic example of transportation progress.














CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (The Direct Route to All Points in the West and Northwest) (2)



Glance at the map above. Trace the course of the North Western Line. See how completely it dominates a great area. But it takes more than rails to make a powerful railway dominion.

We have invested multiplied millions in equipment to ably aid the people of this region, who have come to look upon the familiar North Western insignia as a symbol of progressive and dependable service.

For travel information apply to any ticket agent or address


Passenger Traffic Manager

400 W. Madison St., Chicago, Ill.


CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (Chicago and North Western Line) (2)


Ced described seeing Buckingham Fountain and I just read a reference to it in a recent book, so I went searching. Here’s a link to Wikipedia to find out more about it.

The Adler Planetarium still exists and here is a link in Wikipedia to find out more.

If you enjoyed this information about the 1934 Chicago World’s Fair, why not share it with a friend?

Tomorrow I will begin posting a week of letters written in early 1042. The nation is gearing up for war and that included drafting young men and women for the cause. Dan is the first of Grandpa’s sons to join the Army and Lad’s situation in tenuous.

Judy Guion

Ced’s Amazing Adventure (13) – What I Saw at the Chicago World’s Fair (6) – July, 1934

My Uncle Ced, Lad’s younger brother, was traveling to North Dakota and Wisconsin to find his late Mother’s family, and stopped at the 1934 Chicago World’s Fair. He kept documents, letters and memorabilia from the Fair. This is another portion from the booklet, “What I saw at the Chicago World’s Fair – 1934” and it includes comments written by Ced on every page. 

CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (Night Scene) (2)


This is a typical night view and I think the grounds are far prettier at night than in the daytime.

CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (Adler Planetarium) (2)


This is an extremely interesting show and as one watches he is moved to Florida South America, North pole, and anywhere the operator takes a notion to take you. He can project you into the future or into the past at his will.

CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (Agricultural Building) (2)


I’m not sure if I went in here or not. (That speaks for itself.)

CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (The Railroad that Grew Up With Chicago) (2) 1st page



It is particularly fitting that the North Western Line should join with Chicago in celebrating A Century of Progress. We, too, have our traditions. Our original charter dates back nearly a century. This, you know, was the very first railway to venture beyond Chicago into the hazardous West.

We have seen Chicago grow from a river-bank settlement to a mighty metropolis. And we, too, have grown. From a small second-hand engine and a few miles of strap rails, the North Western has developed into a powerful system that, with its connections embraces all of the West and Northwest.


The first locomotive that ever ventured west of Chicago. It had but one pair of “driving wheels”, 4 1/2 inches in diameter. Now a treasured relic. Be sure to see it at the North Western exhibit in the Travel and Transport building.

Tomorrow, more of Ced’s Amazing Adventure with information about the trains that connected this country.

Judy Guion

Ced’s Amazing Adventure (12) – What I Saw at the Chicago World’s Fair (5)- July, 1934

While Ced was traveling to North Dakota and Wisconsin to find his late Mother’s family, he stopped at the 1934 Chicago World’s Fair. He kept documents, letters and memorabilia from the Fair. This post is taken from the  booklet, “What I saw at the Chicago World’s Fair – 1934” and it includes comments written by Ced on every page.

CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (The Midway) (2)


Went on a sort of wooden trough roller coaster in here and also road on the electric “bumper cars” several times and if I had not run out of money I would have stayed in there. There was one thing which is a metal framework with cars which circle around on the outside of it slowly to the ground. It is purely a scenic amusement and starts quite high off the ground.

CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (An Entrancing Vista) (2)


There are some lovely views but I think this is generally overestimated a little.

CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (Art Institute) (2)


I don’t even know where this art exhibit was but I think it was in the Field Museum and an admission was charged.

CDG - Chicago Fair - 1934 (Temple of Jehol) (2)


I did not go in here but it was nice looking from the outside.

Tomorrow, we will return to 1940 when Grandpa is acting as a Clearing House for all the family news, collecting and distributing it from the Home Front.

Judy Guion