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.