Trumbull – Dear Dan, Dave and Dick (1) – Ced Flies Home – December, 1945


Trumbull, Conn., December 2, 1945

Dear Dan, Dave and Dick:

As I probably wrote in my last letter, Ced left with Lad and Marian to drive back with them as far as Philadelphia and then take the train from that city to Alliance, Ohio, expecting to fly back starting Monday morning when the mfgrs. had promised positively to have the plane ready for him. Well, you know how it is. The plane wasn’t ready, but the promise for the next day, and then the next and again the next, and so on, Ced meanwhile being slowly consumed by internal fire. We didn’t hear a word from him all of the week, and even Saturday morning’s mail failed to bring any message from him. I resolutely pursued my policy of not letting it worry me but just the same it would have made me feel much better if I had heard something definite from him. I was going to wait for Saturday’s afternoon mail and then if no word, I intended to wire to the co. at Alliance and ask for news. Friday night in walked Lad and Marian. Honorably discharged. Mr. Guion, if you please, with medals, ribbons, buttons, etc. to show to his children and grandchildren as evidence of the fight he took part in to establish the four freedoms — something alas his dad never was able to show to him anent (I had to look this up to see if it was a typo – it isn’t. It means “concerning” or “about”) World War # 1. As I drove home from work Saturday afternoon, Lad was just coming out of the post office as I drove in to park my car there. I glanced at the letters he carried but before I could say a word he told me Ced had just circled around the house in his plane, and he and Marian and Jean were going up to the Monroe field to watch his crash landing. Did I want to go along? Did I? In a few moments we were off and arriving there, old Ced walking toward us, all in one piece. He had started Wednesday afternoon, as soon as the test pilot had declared the plane was O.K. and the company had finally finished his radio installation, which is what had been holding the plane up. He and Lad went up for a short flight. Today before dinner Red called and he and Ced and Red’s girl drove up to the field in Red’s car and Marian, Lad and I followed in Lad’s car. Jean and Aunt Betty did not go because, in Jean’s case, she expected Dick might phone and in Aunt Betty’s case, because it was quite cold out. Ced took Red up first because he and his girl had to leave early to get home for their dinner. Marian went up next. I took a long flight with him, even flew for a short time (dual controls in the car), went over the house, Stratford, the Housatonic River, looked at Pine Brook and the Res. (Reservoir) and in general had a most interesting trip.  I was far less nervous than I was when I went up with Dave (remember, Kid?) a long while ago from Stratford. In fact I was not the least bit nervous even when landing. Whether it was my confidence in Ced or the fact that I’m getting old and hard, I was not the least bit jittery and enjoyed the thrill of it all immensely. When we got back, there was Biss, Zeke and the two kids, so nothing would do but for Biss and Marty to go up. Marty was quite thrilled but Butch refused to go. Then Lad went up again and Butch and Marty again. So all in all, the family had a right flying day. When we got home, Jean told us little Susan (Warden, who lives in the apartment with her mother, father and older brother Skipper) had said to her: “Ced better watch out ‘cause God’s up in the sky and he’s all over and if he’s not careful he might hit him”. She was quite serious about it and appeared to be considerably worried.

Dick phoned that he would have to stay down at the So. Carolina camp for another week, so he won’t be home in time to fly Ced’s plane. We are all going over to Brita’s ((Heurlin) Bagshaw, Rusty’s sister) Wednesday night, and a day or so later Ced starts back on his long trip to Alaska. He figures it will cost him less than $20 for gas and oil for the trip.

Tomorrow I will post the second half of this letter.   Thursday and Friday, two more letters from Grandpa.

Judy Guion


Special Picture # 277 – 1943 PAGES OF TIME (2)

Here are some more pages taken from the 1943 Pages of Time, A Nostalgic News Report.






Tomorrow I’ll begin posting a week of letters from 1945. The Guion family is definitely experiencing signs that the war is over, but concerns continue regarding Dave in Manila and Dan and Paulette in France.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 273 – 2005 Guion Family Reunion at Geneva Point Conference Center, Moultonborough, New Hampshire – Guion Olympics

The Guion Family Reunions are held every five years for an entire weekend, at the Geneva Point Conference Center in Moultonborough, New Hampshire, quite close to our summer camp on our Island, also on Lake Winnipesaukee. On Sautuday afternoon, we have some sort of  physical challenge. In 2005 it was a Summer Olympics. We have also done “A Minute to Win it”  challenges. It’s always lots of fun and the contestants run from 5 to 70 – there is never a limit. We just want to have lots of laughs.



Tomorrow I’ll begin a week of letters written in 1942.Both Dan and Lad have been inducted into the Army. Lad has just begun his journey but Dan has been in the Army for about five months.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Delegates at Large (1) –


ADG - China - the good set

ADG - China - detail

The Best China

Trumbull, April 5, 1942

Dear Delegates at large:

Greetings from the homeland this Easter Sunday. I have missed you both very much today. We talked about you both at dinner in honor of Lad’s birthday celebration  held in the dining room, using the best China, etc. Dick remarked he was the one to have seen Ced last and Lad figured it was three years last December since he had set eyes on his lengthiest brother. Up to a day or two ago we fully expected Dan would be able to wrangle another leave of absence and be with us today but apparently he is now bound for an engineer’s camp just over the border line between Virginia and North Carolina, approximately 250 miles south of Washington, but having had no letter from him this week, there is nothing definite about his whereabouts or his status as far as officers training is concerned. Chapter two of Ced’s Saga has not yet been published so there is nothing new in the way of Alaskan lore that can be recorded at this time.

April 3rd, which the enlightened will recognize as being Lad’s birthday, was celebrated by my blowing the family, with the exception of Dick who had to catch up on some sleep in order to work to help win the war, to the movies at the Warner Theater, the film being Dumbo. ( , And it was really good. Mainly on Aunt Betty’s account we saw the early performance and then visited at Elizabeth’s for a few moments. She wanted to ask Lad’s advice on the wisdom of Zeke’s buying a Buick for sale by the people living next door as the Zabel’s present car is pretty well shot, poor tires, etc. The tire situation is beginning to hit the family. Dick had two flats in one day, the last one yesterday after deciding the tire he would normally use for a spare was not worth repairing, so while I was on air raid watcher duty between 10 and one last night, Dick called up from Stratford to say he was stuck at Jean’s house with another flat and would I come over and get him at 1 o’clock when I got through. This proved to be unnecessary, however, as Red took him home. Dick has applied to the local Tire Rationing Board which meets Monday, asking permission for one engaged in war work for tire relief.

I think I told you in one of my previous letters that Lad had learned the Naval Reserves needed men with diesel engine experience for work at naval bases installing electric lighting units similar to the work he did in Venezuela, but because of his eyesight being below par when examined at the Bridgeport recruiting station, he was turned down. He has learned that they have better equipment for examining volunteers at New York and intends to go down there later this month for another examination. For over a month now, with the prospect of having to leave Producto when his present deferment expires, he has been breaking in a man to take his place as head of their shipping room. Yesterday his proposed successor was fired, and he will now have to start training someone else all over again. For this purpose his company is going to request another months deferment for Lad, which explains why he is holding off until the end of the month before starting anything on the Naval Reserve effort.

Tomorrow, I’ll finish this letter to Dan and Ced.

On Saturday and Sunday, more Special Pictures.

On Monday I’ll begin a week of letters from 1943 when Lad and Marian’s wedding is fast approaching.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 261 – A Memorable Day for Ced – 1920’s





The following is from the Memories of Cedric Duryee Guion (Ced, son #3). I honestly don’t know if this picture was taken on the same day or if they did this on more than one occasion. I can’t identify each of the individuals in this picture, but my guess is Grandma Arla and her sisters are there. I also think the little boy in front is Ced.

“We still have a series of pictures of the old Waverley in the backyard. Rusty and some of his friends, my mother and my aunts, all dressed up in these beautiful period costumes from the 1800’s that were in good condition in the attic. They all dressed up in these clothes and we took pictures of them in the Waverley. Rusty pretended to be the groom and Aunt Dorothy was the bride. Rusty had his stovepipe hat on and all the ladies were all dressed up. Of course, the Waverley didn’t have any tires on it but it looked nice.”

Images of Waverley Electric cars:

History of the Pope-Waverley manufacturer:

Trumbull – Fred Waring and His Pennsylvanians and other Bits and Pieces – March, 1942

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 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.


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 Guion

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.

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Dave Guion

There was a special service at the church this afternoon under the auspices of the American Legion. The Choir sang and I understand Dan’s name was mentioned along with that of other Trumbull boys who had joined the colors. Tonight the Young People’s Society, of which Dave is still president, meets here at 7:30.

The Wardens turned amateur plumbers last week to relieve a stopped up toilet caused by Skipper having deposited with great gusto and cleverness four husky clothespins in the toilet bowl so lodged that the whole business had to be taken out, turned upside down and flushed with a hose before the necessary result was achieved.

Daniel (Dan) Beck Guion

Dan Guion

Dan, my boy, what is the latest dope on your income tax? I don’t know what the dope is on the situation where a boy is in the service, but in view of the fact that it is a tax on last year’s income when you were not in the service, it would seem to me to be the safest course to file your tax before the March 15th deadline and not take the chance of any violation of law with fine, etc. The Government, you know, permits quarterly payments on your tax.

Cedric (Ced) Duryee Guion

Ced Guion

Ced, I am beginning to think you have turned into the fabled glacier worm and that not until the glacier melts will we hear from you again. The last letter from you, believe it or not, was last year – – date, December 28th, and while Rusty has pinch hit for you a couple of times, which letters have been most welcome, it would be most welcome to try to read your scrawly handwriting again. There will undoubtedly be no lack of news material and we are living in hopes.

Rusty - Rusty at his painting cabin - 1979 (2)

Rusty Huerlin

Rusty, old scout, let not your literary efforts cease. Look at me and take heart how one poor benighted soul can reel off scads of paper and run one word after another without saying anything at all. Surely you can do better than that!

Aunt Betty Duryee

Aunt Betty Duryee

And now Aunt Betty is wiggling her foot back and forth as she sits by my side reading, which is a sure sign that it is time for me to go out and get her some supper.

A letter from Dan reports progress. He has been made acting corporal – – it didn’t take the General in command long to find out what these Guion boys are made of. Yes sir, he remarked to Dan, the ranks are not the place for a Guion except as a place to start from. He almost made a sharpshooter’s rating, but he happened to think of Barbara just as he pulled the trigger and missed. Ah, love!

There goes Aunt Betty’s foot again. I must stop. So long.


Tomorrow and Sunday, I’ll be posting Special Pictures.

On Monday, I’ll begin a week of letters on the subject of Lad’s upcoming wedding to Marian Irwin.

Judy Guion


Special Picture # 257 – The Swimming Hole at San Tome Camp, Venezuela – @ 1941


Lad at the San Tome Camp in Venezuela

The crew at San Tome Camp in Venezuela

Friends sitting on the dock at San Tome Camp in Venezuela

The Swimming Hole at San Tome Camp in Venezuela

Tomorrow, another Special Picture.

On Monday, we’ll go back to letters from 1942 as Lad and Dan worry about the draft.

Judy Guion