Trumbull – Dear Lad (4) – “A Merry Death” – December 10, 1939

This excerpt from an earlier letter in November gives a little background for this page 4 of Grandpa’s letter. 

I have been busy about three nights a week rehearsing for the play the PTA is giving in December. It is a pretty good comedy entitled “A MERRY DEATH”. It is being coached by a young lady named Doris Card who is teaching dramatics in the local schools. In the cast are a Mrs. Herlihy, Mrs. Drescher, Evelyn Wells, yours truly, Barbara Plumb (Dan’s girlfriend) , Mrs. Ehrencrona, Jean Hughes (who has dated Ced), Richard Guion (Dick), Skippy Wildman, Mrs.Rubsamen (who has worked for Grandpa in his advertising business) and Mr. Herlihy. The scene is laid in the living room of the Taggart household (I am Judge Taggert in one act and take the part also of his twin brother in the second act) in the suburb of a medium-sized city in the middle West. Mr. Carson is also in it, taking the part of the Dr. and not doing it any better than he did his part in other plays in which he has acted. It really is a highly amusing comedy and, if played well, ought to make quite a hit. Why don’t you folks plan to put on some sort of amateur play in connection with your newly formed club? You are on the entertainment committee, I think you said, in one of your letters.


This is the last page of this letter from Grandpa to Lad  working in Venezuela.

ADG - A MERRY DEATH - December 10, 1939

Please note these additional Cast Members and helpers:

Ruby Taggert – Miss Barbara Plumb (Dan’s girlfriend)

Mary Lou Sproutt – Jean Hughes (Good friend of Lad, Dan and Ced)

Jim Upright – Dick Guion

Sound Effects – Ced Guion

ADG - A Merry Death - Cover of playbook

This is the cover of the Playbook.

ADG - A Merry Death - wardrobe changes

On a blank inside page, Grandpa made note of his costume changes for each Act as he played twin brothers.

Tomorrow, a hand-written letter from Grandpa to Lad. with a few comments on the reception of the play.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Lad (1) – Cars, More Cars And A Play – November 19, 1939

Lad is still in Venezuela, working as a mechanic for an oil company, Dan is a student at the University of Connecticut at Storrs, Ced is working the night shift, Biss is a new mother, Dick and Dave are still in school. The subject of cars seems to be the theme of this weekly missive to Lad, old ones, new ones and everything in between .

R-50     November 19, 1939

Dear Lad:

Elsie has just written that she too will be coming up for Thanksgiving, the 30th (this is the day that Gov. Baldwin has set for this state while Roosevelt has made the date the 23rd, which is now being referred to here as Franksgiving). So that makes two extra, Aunt Betty and Aunt Elsie. That is one of the days that we’re going to miss you an extra lot.

As I told you in one of my previous letters Ced registered his old Packard, the closed car, a while ago as Dan had been using your old Packard getting back and forth from Storrs. Since that time he has been having a series of troubles, the top blew off one rainy, windy day, he had to get a couple of tires, retreads, one of which seems to be no good; the battery gave out and he bought another used one which doesn’t seem to be functioning; it uses a lot of oil, is heavy on gas consumption, and in general has been disgusting him more and more lately. So yesterday he decided to go to New York and see if he could not pick up some bargain down there. He took the train down and visited several dealers whose ads have appeared in the New York papers. He made the rounds and wound up finally at the New York Packard place where they sold him in 1933 Plymouth sedan. It needs an engine job, one of the spring shackles is worn and the clutch slips out. The body is in fair condition, upholstery under the slipcovers fairly good, and in view of the fact that cars of this make and age are advertised in the local Bridgeport papers as selling for from $125 to $250, he feels he got a fairly good buy at $50. He has already arranged with Arnold to overhaul the engine. He will now try to find a buyer for the old Packard in order to reimburse himself for at least part of the cost.

Ced also stopped in at the Willys dealer place and found that the delivered price of the Deluxe sedan (1940) is $687 and that the top allowance they would make for 1937 Willys would be $250. He is very anxious to have me make the switch, claiming that it would be economical for me to do so, but – – –

A MERRY DEATH Playbook - 1939

We have been having pleasant fall weather lately. Some of the days have been pretty cold, but we have managed to get by so far without starting the furnace. I have been busy about three nights a week rehearsing for the play the PTA is giving in December. It is a pretty good comedy entitled “A MERRY DEATH”. It is being coached by a young lady named Doris Card who is teaching dramatics in the local schools. In the cast are a Mrs. Herlihy, Mrs. Drescher, Evelyn Wells, yours truly, Barbara Plumb (Dan’s girlfriend) , Mrs. Ehrencrona, Jean Hughes (who has dated Ced), Richard Guion (Dick), Skippy Wildman, Mrs.Rubsamen (who has worked for Grandpa in his advertising business) and Mr. Herlihy. The scene is laid in the living room of the Taggart household (I am Judge Taggert in one act and take the part also of his twin brother in the second act) in the suburb of a medium-sized city in the middle West. Mr. Carson is also in it, taking the part of the Dr. and not doing it any better than he did his part in other plays in which he has acted. It really is a highly amusing comedy and, if played well, ought to make quite a hit. Why don’t you folks plan to put on some sort of amateur play in connection with your newly formed club? You are on the entertainment committee, I think you said, in one of your letters.

Tomorrow, I will post the rest of this letter to Lad.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Network Stations (4) – News From Jean in Brazil – September 16, 1945

This is another portion of a 4-page letter from Grandpa, informing the rest of the family about the lives of Dick and Jean.

Jean Mortensen Guion - Christmas, 1947

        Jean (Mortensen) Guion

And Jean, who is probably the American belle of Brazil, writes: “Did you think we had forgotten all about you? We haven’t, honestly. Just that we’ve been so busy fixing up our house and keeping up with all the social obligations that I haven’t had a chance to write. We are quite popular, you know! We spent quite a lot of time out at the base —  it’s more of a necessity than a desire. We haven’t a refrigerator yet so we can’t keep food for any length of time. Once in a while though, we get a few cans of vegetables and a can of meat and come home for dinner. It is a little hard cooking, tho, because we have only a small gasoline stove, but it’s fun. Dick usually goes to the base at 7 and I get a ride in at 11. This gives me a chance to do a few of the necessary things around the house. I spend every afternoon sitting at Dick’s desk knitting or talking to some of the Brazilians. They’re trying just about as hard as Dick is to teach me Portuguese. I’m afraid I’m a hopeless case but I’m trying anyway. All the Brazilians I’ve met so far seem to be very nice — they go out of their way to do things for us. Being here with Dick is almost as good as civilian life. I see him practically all day during the week. He gets off at 4:30 and doesn’t have to report back until eight the next morning. Sunday is his day off. It’s really wonderful. We’ve been out almost every night — most of the time we stay at the base and see the movies or go to N.C.O. club where they have an outdoor dance floor. It is wonderful dancing under the stars. I’ve learned the Samba and the March. They’re lots of fun. The Polish couple that Dick mentioned in one of his letters lives a block away from us so we see quite a lot of them. They both speak English so it’s a lot more enjoyable for me being with them. One night we visited a Brazilian family. The man spoke English but his wife didn’t, so we sat and smiled at each other all evening. This same man took us to the Club last night — quite an affair. The Brazilian General and the American Consul were there. There were five

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American officers but Dick was the only enlisted man who was invited — that made him feel pretty good. Tomorrow night the enlisted men are giving a Labor Day dance at one of the Brazilian Clubs, where there is a beautiful tile swimming pool. There will be a swimming meet during the dance — it should be fun. I’ll probably be the only American girl there because the only other wives who are here are officers wives and that’s only two. I’m sort of getting used to being the only American. I felt uncomfortable at first with everyone staring at me. They still stare but I don’t mind it so much. The people in Portaleza are pretty poor and about 40% or more of them are illiterate. They can’t even sign their names. The school problem here is really bad. They have to pay for both grammar and high school. Most families can’t afford it so the children just don’t go. Three-quarters of the people are suffering from mal-nutrition. Before I got here I was under the impression that the cost of living was very low but it isn’t. Food, clothing and everything else is very high. Most of the people don’t even wear shoes and if they do, they’re just a scuff made of cheap leather or wood with a piece of material over the toes to hold it on. I get the creeps every time I go downtown and see the conditions that exist here. The Government does nothing at all for the poor people –if they can’t get work that pays them enough to live, they die in the streets. Out where we live tho, all the rich people have homes. It’s really a very pretty section. Our house isn’t one of the finest but it’s quite nice. We’re going to try to get some pictures of it soon and when we do, will send some to you. The weather is ideal –there’s always a strong breeze from the water. We live about a mile from the beach. Received your weekly letter the other day. Now I know how much that letter means to the boys. It made me feel a little closer to home. Dick gave me a beautiful Ronson cigarette lighter the day I got here. It has my monogram on it –JMG — pretty snazzy. Love to all. Jean.

Tomorrow I will end the week wit Grandpa’s final comments to his sons, scattered around the world..

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Future General Manager – News Concerning Back Pay and InterAmerica – October 29, 1939

This weeks chronicle to Lad of happenings in Trumbull include several celebrations. It’s  also been 6 months since Lad left Interamerica for his current job at Socony-Vacuum Oil Company and four months since Dan traveled home from Venezuela, but the battle with Interamerica for wages due continues on. This letter does supply some indication that things will be coming to a close fairly soon.

Lad in Venezuela

Alfred Peabody Guion at one of the camps in Venezuela

Ye last Sunday in October, 1939

(October 29, 1939)

Dear Future General Manager:

Picture to yourself lawns covered with newly fallen tannish-yellow leaves, clear brisk October weather, a cozy fire in the alcove, Mack asleep on the floor and me at my typewriter and you will have the proper background for this letter.

Chalk up to your credit some additional heartbeats of joy occasioned by the fact that last Tuesday when I looked in the mailbox there was the welcome letter from you and also one for Dan bringing him birthday wishes. And this makes me quite conscious stricken for it was not until Dan mentioned the cause for your letter that I realized it was his birthday. And then I realized with another shock that I had also utterly forgotten all about Aunt Betty’s birthday – – all the more shameful in that she invariably remembers all of our birthdays without fail. She was born on October 11, 1863, which makes her 76 years old. She would probably enjoy hearing from you if you find time to drop her a line.

The most outstanding Trumbull news item of the week was the marriage yesterday of Helen Smith and Bill Slauson. I am enclosing a newspaper account of the wedding. While Ced and the gang were not invited to the reception they went over to the house in Stratford where the Smiths are now living, Ced, with the generous collection of old tin cans, shoes, stuffed animals, signs and what not, including one of the old grates from the furnace.

I don’t know how it happened but Ced learned today that after the wedding and as they were starting on their trip, in backing the car, the grate punctured the gas tank and being unable to get it fixed, Mr. Smith had to lend them his car for their wedding trip. Red (Don Sirene) had fastened to the grate on, but I think Carl (Wayne) got blamed for it. Carl’s part was cutting up an onion and putting it on the manifold where it would stink to high heaven when the car got warmed up. As Ced observed, they were probably pretty sore about the whole incident now, but as they look back on it in after years, it will be something to remember with a chuckle.

Dan, Barbara (Plumb, Dan’s girlfriend) , Arnold (Gibson) and Alta (Pratt, the future Mrs. Arnold Gibson)  have all gone down to the World’s Fair today. I think this is the last weekend before it closes.

In the same mail your letter arrived, there came a note from Mr. McCarter(a manager at the New York office of Interamerica, Inc, the company that still owes Dan back pay from his work in Venezuela) asking Dan to come to New York and receive a check that was waiting for him. I called up McCarter and was told he had a check for the full amount owing Dan to close up the account being the sum of $399.14 and that it was necessary for Dan to sign a release which was being handled by Interamerica’s lawyer next door to McCarter’s office. Dan had arranged to go down there yesterday morning, but later McCarter phoned that he would not be in and neither would the lawyer and asked if Dan could come down Monday (tomorrow) which he is planning to do. I may go down with him to see that everything is straight.

DBG - Dan in Venezuela with peaked cap - alone - 1940

Daniel Beck Guion in the field in Venezuela

Dan also received a letter from Mr. Humphrey Nolan written on a letterhead of a New York concern, as follows: “I understand that you have a claim against Interamerica, Inc. which you would like to press. Burkhardt, Matthews, Miss Easthagen, Gilman and myself all have our claims in the hands of Levy, Wolf and Feingold. Carl Nelson is making arrangements to put his claim with ours, and we also wish to have Shields, Stevenson, and Myers as well as yourself put your claims with ours, so that action taken may be as strong as possible with the least expense to any one individual. It is our plan to proceed to have a receiver appointed in Delaware. If this is carried through, all of Interamerica’s affairs will be taken over by some company like the Uihlen Company and any assets which exist will be used to pay off our claims. However, we believe that Interamerica will do everything possible to make payments and stop this action. Will you let me hear from you at once as we understand that Interamerica has payments of approximately $19,000 due in November we should like, of course, to come in before these payments are made. Levy, Wolf and Feingold are the attorneys who were successful in getting Govin’s money and they have a judgment for Gilman. Awaiting your immediate reply, I am”

I have quoted this letter at length for one reason and that is to urge you to take immediate action in the matter of filing your claim for the balance due you. Simply stated, the proposition as far as you are concerned is this: if the tools are of more value to you than the back salary then you need do nothing about it and let things ride as you have up to the present, with, however, the possibility that if things come to a head with Interamerica, you might be subject to a claim for the tools which you might have to prove in the law court you had not obtained illegally.

On the other hand, if the cash seems to you more useful than the tools, then I should let no grass grow under my feet, in view of the action which these other people intend to take as expressed in the letter above, because if they put the company out of business, (and I think I can see Ted’s fine Italian hand behind this move) and your claim is not in with the others you will be out of luck and may have to return the tools anyway on a court order.

My advice to you is to get busy at once. In any event I should be interested to know what you decide to do and the outcome in case you demand the cash. I still feel you are entitled to the balance of your back salary and the equivalent of your fare home and believe that is what you should demand as a requisite of releasing the tools to Maxudian (Yervant Maxudian, owner and President of Interamerica) . As I suggested in a former letter, if there is no one there among the higher ups that can advise you in the matter and you can’t get to Caracas to talk to McMillan, you had best write him and get his help, sending the tools to him with the request not to release them to Maxudian until your back claims are entirely satisfied.

Zeke has just informed me that Elizabeth and your new nephew are expected to return home Tuesday.

Assorted clippings are enclosed. Does this look like your marsh buggy? I wonder which tires are bigger, the marsh buggies or Bird’s snow cruiser. Thanks for the Building and Loan card. Here is your statement. Oh yes, I have been asked to be in a play the Parent-Teachers Association is giving in December. I am to take the part of the judge. Will tell you more about it when I know more about the cast.

Thoughts have run dry again, so until next week, when the old Remington will be exercised again, I’ll be gathering news for my Venezuelan branch of the family. Meanwhile I’ll be thinking of you often and fondly,


For more information on how the Interamerica situation developed, check out earlier posts in the category “Life in Venezuela”.

On Saturday and Sunday, I will post more Special Pictures, ones that do not fit into the to the time frame of these letters.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Uncle Alfred (1) – Exciting News For The Family – October 22, 1939

In this weeks letter, Grandpa starts off with a  very mundane piece of information before getting to  some surprising news for Lad and the family is quite excited about it. He rounds out the letter with lots of news about everyone else.

October 22, 1939    

Dear Uncle Alfred:

I am starting this letter a little late today due to the fact that I have taken time out to fix the space bar on this typewriter which has been broken in two for some months and which was, I believe, the reason for the tendency to skip spaces which you undoubtedly have observed in former letters. Some time ago I did try to fasten the two pieces together with rubber insulation tape but that still allowed the bar to sag in the middle. Then I asked Dick to cement it with a hard rubber cement but that did not hold, so today I got an old hack saw blade, broke it in pieces of the proper length and using these as splints, fastened them in place with cloth adhesive tape so that, while it does not look especially neat, it seems to have been doing the trick, if the foregoing paragraph is any criterion.

BISS - Family with Zeke holding Butch

This picture was taken when Raymond Zabel, Jr., known as Butch to the family, was baptized, probably in the summer of 1940. L to R: Alfred Duryee Guion (Grandpa), Richard Peabody Guion (partially hidden behind Grandpa), Cedric Duryee Guion, Elizabeth (Guion) Zabel (Biss), David Peabody Guion, Raymond Zabel Sr. (Zeke to friends and family) holding Butch, and Daniel Beck Guion. Alfred Peabody Guion (Lad) is the only sibling away from home in Venezuela.

Well, the big news of the week lies in the salutation above. I am a grandfather and you are an uncle, Grandma is a great grandmother, and Aunt Betty is a great-great aunt. You have a nephew. Thursday evening after coming home from work I was looking for David to help with the supper and suspecting he might be in with Elizabeth I went into the apartment and there they both were listening to some comedian. Elizabeth was feeling chipper as ever. Late Thursday night however, Elizabeth began to have pains and because they were becoming worse and more frequent, she called up the hospital and they told her it didn’t mean anything. However, as time went on and she had no letting up, she finally decided to go to the hospital anyway at about midnight and about 2:30 AM Friday morning the little fellow arrived. Friday morning as I was shaving Ced came up with a big grin on his face, knocked  on my bathroom door and said, “Good morning, Grandpa”. Suspecting nothing, I didn’t show enough excitement to suit him whereupon he asked me if I had seen the note Zeke had left on the top of the stove downstairs? This note said, “Biss gave birth to a daughter this morning”. Both Zeke and I naturally told those interested that the baby was a girl. It was not until later in the day when I called at St. Vincent’s to see Elizabeth that she told me it was a boy. “It looks just like a little Dutchman,” she said. Both are doing very nicely.

Ced did not have to work yesterday so he started off at 7 AM to visit the World’s Fair. After that closed, he drove into New York and went to the automobile show. This morning he is all excited about the new Willys, which he feels is ace high this year. He even offered today to help me on payments for a new Willys if I would turn in the old on a trade and let him use it some of the time. If I make a killing in the stock market or something I might be tempted to do this as my old boat is getting to the point now where it is beginning to need frequent repairs and adjustments. It has gone over 30,000 miles and I suppose this is quite natural.

Dave wanted me to tell you that he noticed Wells has a new bus which was bigger than the regular buses and as it had a charter sign on it, he assumes it will be used for that purpose.

In another session of the adjourned town meeting held Friday night under Mr. Sexton’s leadership, they decided to refuse to select the report of the town officers.

Tomorrow I will post the rest of this letter filled with news about family and friends. On Friday, another letter from Grandpa to Lad.

Judy Guion

Venezuelan Adventure – Memo to the Camp at Pariaguan – October 10, 1939

Socony-Vacuum Camp

Pariguan, Estado Anzoategui

October 10th, 1939

To: All Members of the Club Committee –

Mr. J. Allen, Chairman

Mr. A. Guion

Mr. J. Wardlow

Mr. de la torre

Dear Fellow Club Members –

The Executive Committee is pleased to announce your appointment as members of the “Club House Committee” with tenure of office from the present until January 1st, 1940.

The function of the “Club House Committee” is to see that the Club House and equipment there in is properly attended to at all times.  This does not include actual financial operations of the bar.

Will you kindly hold a meeting at an early date and cooperate with Mr. Starr in the construction of the bar and put up as soon as possible an adequate bulletin board.

Police powers of the Club House are also passed on to your Committee.

The Executive Committee shall be glad to cooperate with you at all times.

Yours very truly


Henry F.  Schweer

N. P. Dutton

R. RE. Jones

R. N. Ross


Tomorrow and Sunday I will be posting letters from Dave’s World War II Army Adventure. 

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear DARCD – Home Town News In Brief – September 24, 1944

This week I will be posting letters written in 1944. Lad and Marian are still in Jackson,Mississippi, Dan is in France, Dick is in Brazil acting as a liaison with the locals who are employed on the base, Ced remains in Anchorage, Alaska repairing planes and finding and repairing downed planes and Dave  is at Camp Crowder, recently assigned to the Signal Corps Battalion.

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Trumbull, Conn   September 24, 1944


(Dan, Alfred, Richard, Cedric, Dave)

That’s my code word for all the boys in the family, individually and collectively (in recognition, naturally, of the fact that our youngest is now in the U.S. Signal Corps).

Home Town News in Brief: Bob Peterson, age 50, died quite suddenly last Thursday at the Newington Veterans Hospital where he had gone for treatment for headaches. The trouble is alleged to have been a blood clot on the brain. Besides being a veteran of World War I and a member of the Trumbull American Legion Post, he was a member of the Board of Education, a Building Commissioner, Pres. of the Fairfield Co. Fire Chief’s Assn., and has for 20 years been our local fire chief. Cedric Joslin, whom some of you knew, a 2nd Lieutenant in the Army Air Corps was reported killed in action in Corsica when his fighter plane crashed. Don Whitney is reported home in Long Hill on a visit but I have not myself seen him. Red Sirene is probably overseas somewhere. Yesterday afternoon and this morning, interspersed with spells of cooking dinner, I chopped and sawed, trying to clear the place of fallen timber and as soon as I finish this I shall have to tackle cleaning the kitchen oil burner, so if this letter is shorter than usual, let’s call it the laws of compensation in operation.

Thanks Marian and Lad for your birthday greetings, and by the way, did you ever receive the government check I forwarded to Miss? Dave, happy birthday greeting to you, come next Saturday, just in case, although I expect sometime during the week to write a special birthday letter, as per usual practice. Ced I am in touch with a man who handles refrigerator repairs and who has promised to keep his eye open for something really suitable.

Dave writes he has been assigned to a Sig. Trng. Bn. At Camp Crowder, having been up to the present time in the Replacement Training Section. The new group trains as a unit and as a unit when their training is completed is sent overseas together. He also writes that he and Lad are trying to arrange some time and place where they can meet halfway for a chat. I received Dave’s letter Thursday. In it he suggested I take Jean and Aunt Betty to see “Arsenic and Old Lace” when it comes to Bridgeport.  ( ) It was then playing at the Merritt, so that night we all went to the Merritt and enjoyed seeing it. Thank you, Dave, for the suggestion. And now for something not quite so pleasant. I don’t urgently need it, but I don’t like to see any of my boys careless about money matters, so don’t overlook the fact that you still owe me some borrowed money, only part of which has been repaid. Don’t “save till it hurts”, but on the other hand, don’t be too nonchalant about it either. Your father may be lenient but others not. And it’s the habit and frame of mind that count, not the money owed.

Dan writes he has seen a bit of the Brest section.  ( )He reports the German atrocities, after talking with the French eyewitnesses and near victims, are unfortunately true. His explanation sounds plausible. The Jerry’s considered themselves superior to the French. The French didn’t feel inferior. Resentment led to action, action to punishment, punishment to revenge, revenge to atrocity. Dan is still enjoying himself and his contact with the French folk.

And now, if you will, let be off this week for just one page, I’ll tackle the oil stove. The weather is getting cooler and Aunt Betty feels it quite a bit and unless the kitchen stove stays lighted it is uncomfortable for her here during the day. I have been able to get some parts for the furnace and that will have to be tackled soon. Adieu.    DAD

Tomorrow, a letter from Biss to her brother, Ced, in Alaska, working on a Military Air Base, Wednesday, a short thank you note from Marian to Ced, on Thursday another letter from Grandpa and on Friday, another note from Marian.

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (115) – Manila Symphony Program – October 11, 1945

DPG - Manila Symphony Prgram - October 11, 1945

Since Dave mailed this to Grandpa on October 11th, I think he may have attended the previous evening

DPG - Manila Symphony Program (2) - October 11,1945

DPG - Manila Symphony Program (3) - October 11, 1945

I wonder who autographed Dave’s Program

DPG - Manila Symphony Program (4) - October 11, 1945

Notice the Honorary Members of the Manila Symphony Society



Tomorrow I will post a letter from Dave to his Father, probably from the American Red Cross Building in Manila.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Lad (1) Maxi, The Super Salesman – July 2, 1939

                     Lad in Venezuela

July 2, 1939

Dear Lad:

Uncle Sam is an old meanie. He did not bring one single word from you this week, and only a brief half page note from Dan, the latter informing us that he has succumbed to Maxi’s blandishments and been persuaded to stay on and work through the month of June, in return for a clean bill of health and fare home, IF MAXI’S WORD IS TO BE RELIED UPON. Wait until I see Dan and razz him about falling for that line, after all he has seen. I am beginning to think that Max IS a Super-salesman.

That will mean Dan won’t sail until July and will therefore not arrive home until sometime in August, making it quite uncertain, what with the rainy season and all, whether Dan will be able to take the time to visit your camp, unless of course the air route is in operation and arrangements can be made for a round trip passenger.

Last Wednesday Kemper (Peabody) came up for Grandma (Peabody). She had all her things packed and we loaded them into Kemper’s Buick after unloading the things he had brought up to us, consisting of several rugs, an old portable radio (very poor), some draperies, candlesticks, doorstops, etc.

I have added to my other jobs that of chef, with the help of Dick and Aunt Helen Helen (Peabody) Human, wife of Uncle Ted and sister of Grandma Arla). Today for Sunday dinner we had Virginia baked ham (Ted cooked this as his specialty), fresh peas, baked potatoes, grape juice and lemonade mixture, banana salad with ground peanuts like mother used to make, and homemade ice cream and cake.

I have sent for a new cookbook that I like and think I shall try to develop into a real cook. They say it is good to have a hobby, and under the circumstances, that of preparing tasty meals should prove a very useful one.

Who knows but what someday, Dan out prospecting, may run across a gold deposit, you will have to be drafted to take charge of the erection of the machinery, Ced will be the Sales Manager and contact man, Dick can keep the miners in good spirits and amused and Dave, who now intends to be a lawyer, can handle the legal side, and then your old Dad will be right in line to take on the responsibilities of Camp Cook. Whoopee !!

Thursday Dave went down with a group of other scouts and Mr. Keating to visit the World’s Fair ( ). Last night I took Dave to the majestic to see and hear a Technicolor production of Gilbert and Sullivan’s MIKADO It was very good, beautifully staged and well worth seeing. Dick had seen it the night before and Ted and Helen expect to go later this week. Arnold (Gibson, Lad’s best friend, also fascinated with anythig mechanical) has been up here for the last couple of days doing some work in our barn, on Mr. Reyom’s (he and his wife, Alice, rent the caretaker’s cottage on the Trumbull property) car, a burned-out bearing, I believe.

Tomorrow, Wednesday and Thursday, I will continue this long letter to Lad from Grandpa. On Friday I will post a letter from Uncle Ted Human to his attorney in Caracas with interesting information from Dan, in Caracas, Venezuela. 

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Lad (2) – Things Do Not Look So Hopeful – May 24, 1939

This is the second page of a letter posted yesterday that Grandpa wrote to Lad.

The Trumbull House

Page 2 of R-24

Sunday, P. M.

Well, I have received a letter from Dan, but alas it was written April 30, mailed from Maracaibo May 11th and reached me on May 23rd. He, of course, had not then received my letter written early in May telling him what Ted’s advice to him was about seeing the lawyer in Caracas.  So Lad, be sure he sees all your copies of letters because I have not written him or at least have not sent him the letters I have written you both, for the last two weeks.

Things, according to Ted, do not look so hopeful. Max (Yervant Maxudian, owner and President of Inter-America, Inc., the company Uncle Ted and Lad worked for and the present employer of Dan)  is back in Caracas, Rudolph is in New York, why is not known, but on Ted’s advice I have written a letter to the Connecticut Congressman whom I know and asked him to see that it reached the proper man in the State Dept. A copy is enclosed so that you will know what is going on.

As for town news, the darn old Taxpayers Association have presented another petition asking for another town meeting.  More fuss and bother.  I have passed it on to the lawyers to ask if I should legally call a meeting.  If they say “no” and I refuse to do so, I will be accused of trying to hide some wrongdoing.

We also may have to move the office.  We have gotten behind in the rent and have been told we will either have to pay up or else.  By the time you see me again all my gray hair will be white.

Ced and Dick have just been invited by the Hughes’ to go down with them tomorrow afternoon to visit the Fair  I have heard various reports of it.  Some say it is only half finished, others say it is beautiful at night.  Others that they soak you an unmercifully high price for food.  Dorothy (Peabody) says the theaters in New York are practically on the rocks.  Instead of having a busy season as they expected, apparently all the N.Y. people who have money to spend on amusements are going to the Fair instead of the Theater.

Today was a real warm sunshiny day.  We badly need rain, as now the grass is beginning to dry up.  The lilacs are almost gone and the iris are now coming out.

Lad, I listened to a talk on the radio tonight (Ford Hour) which was rather good.  I have written to the Ford Co. asking if they will send a copy of the talk to you.  I have also sent a couple of magazines which I hope will reach you safely.

Yesterday I took Dave down to the new Warner (old Cameo) to see Union Pacific, which is the best picture of that type I have seen recently.

Well, here’s the end of the paper and it’s getting late, what with the time spent on the enclosed letter to my Congressman, so goodbye and good luck, from your old DAD

Tomorrow I will post the long letter to Mr. Austin, the Connecticut Congressman that Grandpa knows, asking him to pass it on to the State Department.  In it Grandpa tells the history of Lad and Dan’s association with Inter-America, Inc. and Yervant Maxudian. 

Judy Guion