Trumbull – To the 3 Corporals, Ced and Jean – News About the Family – April 18, 1943


Trumbull, Conn., April 18, 1943


To the 3 corporals, Ced and, Jean:

Poem For the day:

Oh, what a happy world t’would be

And sure, I don’t mean maybe

If Mrs. Schickegruber

Had never had a baby.

          With this exalted thought with which to start off my weekly bugle, I shall now return to more mundane matters. First about Grandma. She writes: “Shall I say you are a peach? I wish you could know how I prayed for your answer. Your letter arrived about an hour ago. I had written to Dorothy much the same as I had written to you. She replied that Anne is now at Conde Nast’s in Greenwich as a receptionist and that Gweneth and I are to come there to stay. I prefer Trumbull but on account of Gweneth, too, leaving here, I believe I had better follow their plans for now. I am coming to Trumbull some time, if only for a visit. A thousand thanks for your goodness and of course you will hear from me soon. My love to all of you. Mother”. There is more of a personal nature to her letter, but the salient facts are as above.

California came through with the letter this week. Lad says my letter reached him on his birthday which he celebrated locally by attending a party in his honor of the occasion given by one of his lady friends. Marian, he says, resembles Babe in a number of ways, even to her occupation. Lad has resumed his diesel teaching, but has run up against lack of cooperation on the part of one of his superior officers, which takes some of the joy out of the work. This sort of thing, in my experience, is quite common. In almost every big organization there is always someone who makes life miserable.

Dan also sends a cryptic message expressing delight in the prospect of Grandmother coming here, and informing me he is going back to Lancaster for a week of bayonet training (this goes over big, as you can imagine, with Dan).

Jean (Mrs. Richard) Guion

Jean (Mrs. Richard) Guion

A postal from Jean announces that Dick is a Corporal Technician. She has acquired a coat of tan; has met a girl with whom she shares an apartment where they cook their meals.

A few highlights of local news: Elizabeth was up here one day this week and on the way home ran into Smoky with her car. He is pretty lame but otherwise seems to be O.K. Mrs. Ives is home from Florida. The Trumbull’s are staying with her. Catherine and Paul (Warden) have gone to Mass. to bring home their children. Irv. Zabel is home from the southern Pacific. He returns soon to join a crew on a newly commissioned destroyer. Art Mantle, whom he saw quite frequently, is back in service again but is on coast patrol duty. Dave has quit the state guard because of “pressure of other business”. We have been quite busy at the office for the past two weeks. I hope it continues.

Dan: As requested, I shall renew your driver’s license. Lad: Do you intend to renew your P.S. license? Dick: Better let me know about that insurance. Jean: If you have not made return reservation you had better do so at once as I understand they are booked up to the middle of May on the good trains from many places in Florida. No checks have come from you yet.

Well, so much for this week’s Clarion. Have you heard the new song in which Herr Goebbels says if they continue to lose planes at the present rate the war won’t even last for the duration.                                    DAD

Tomorrow, I’ll finish out the week with another letter from Grandpa.

Judy Guion



Trumbull – Dear Kith… (2) – A Request From Grandma Peabody – April 18, 1943

This is the second half of a letter, dated April 11, 1943,  addressed to: Dear Kith (I won’t bother with the kin tonight) AND, of course, Jean. It includes a request from Grandma Peabody.

Grandma Peabody

Grandma Peabody

What struck me as one of the saddest letters I have ever received reached me last week from Grandma – – sad, not so much in what she says but in what it implies. Here it is: “Dear Alfred: I am in bed and it’s nearly midnight, and as much as I am in quite a predicament and not very good at beating around the bush, I thought I better write to you, plain as possible. I am very anxious to leave here and I wonder if I could come and stay at your house again. I could not do any more work than I did before but I would like to come if it is possible for you to let me. I went to stay with Kemper last May against my will, the same as I went with them to Vermont, against my better judgment. But at the time it seemed the only solution and Ethel told me she wanted me. These two people are very trying to live with day after day, month after month. I have kept out of their way, staying in my room hunched up in my chair, so to speak, ever since we came here. I am feeling fine now, thanks to some vitamins I have been taking regularly for many weeks. I have plenty of bedding for my use and as I am not very big, a cot bed would do me very well. Please let me know as soon as possible. This maybe, is a strange letter, but if I see you I can explain things. I have been so lonesome and you know I believe that most of my children are not welcome here. Not for a night or a meal. Do write soon and let me know. Mother.

It must be cold. My window is completely covered with ice, but fortunately the wind is from the south somewhere so my room is warm. Dorothy’s apartment is too small for two people. I hope you can take pity on me. Mother.”

This is due notice to you all, that if or when the time ever comes when I am not welcome at my children’s homes, that is the time to drop a big load of arsenic in my coffee.

After discussing the matter with Dave and Aunt Betty, I wrote to Mother and told her to come ahead, and after she arrived we would talk over room arrangements. I told her as tactfully as I could that no changes could be considered as far as Aunt Betty’s and Jean’s room is (or are) concerned, but that, as Dave plans to sleep on the sleeping porch this summer and the attic room could be used as a spare room for the boys on furlough, if she didn’t mind the lack of privacy, the room off my room would be available. Up to this writing I have had no further word from her.

A letter from Dan, bearing evidence of manfully struggling with a post office type of pen, says: “Notice has been posted that Co. D must devote this spring and summer to training for overseas duty, and must be prepared to leave at any time. How much significance can be attached to this notice can only be conjectured. Our work has not been altered yet in any manner.”

Jean (Mrs. Richard) Guion

Jean (Mrs. Richard) Guion

Saturday brought a welcome letter from Jean. Her train arrived three hours late but model rpg-dick-in-uniform-without-mustache-1945husband Dick was there to meet her. His C.O. had given him an overnight pass, and later in the week another, so he ranks high with Jean. Dick thinks he is tops also. Jean is in a small hotel just across the street from the beach, and likes it very much. Dick has a nice tan and looks the picture of health. He seems to like Army life very much, including his C.O. (Yes, Jean dear, I shall send your check by airmail as soon as it arrives. In the meantime, however, if the family vaults can be rifle for your benefit, just say the word. And tell that lanky son of mine, will you please, to answer my letter about his insurance premium so I’ll know how he wants it handled.)

Alaska and California didn’t report last week, but here’s hoping this week may bring some news from these far Western outposts.

Catherine Warden (the tenant in the apartment) came back from the hospital today. Paul had painted the apartment and some of the furniture and the girls had put up some draperies. Barbara (Plumb) had furnished a beautiful bunch of flowers and altogether the apartment looked very attractive. The children come home next Sunday, according to plan, as the German reports have it.

Well, for a fellow with headache and bloodshot eyes, I seem to have done right by you little Nell’s as far as two pages of correspondence this evening is concerned, and now methinks I will take a well-earned rest, but I’ll be thinking of you and hoping you won’t forget to write your one and only               DAD

Tomorrow, a letter from Lad, written on Hospitality Center of South Pasadena stationery. Fridayday brings another letter from Grandpa to finish out the week..  

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Kith …. (1) – The Enemy Penetrates the Front Lines – April 11, 1943

Alfred Duryee Guion (Grandpa)

Trumbull, Conn.,

April 11, 1943

Dear Kith (I won’t bother with the kin tonight)

AND, of course, Jean:

Spring draws on apace, I suppose, but from the temperature here __________ during the week, one would never suspect It. You lucky ones in Southern California and sunny Florida have escaped one week of the blustery, raw March weather, bad enough to keep the furnace going full tilt, bringing the oil stove downstairs to bolster up heat in the kitchen. Aunt Betty has been taking her hot-water bag to bed with her every night. Today when I came down, although the sun was out bright, the thermometer registered below freezing, as I timidly peaked out the kitchen window (remember where you hung it, Ced?)

However, I had foreordained that this should be Start-The-Garbage-Clean-Up Day, and to that end, had brought up from the office yesterday, 8 or 10 cartons of paper and pasteboard scrap that has been accumulating for six months and which I have vainly endeavored, time after time with dealers and Salvation Army alike, to take off my hands. As Dave had to go down to the office to turn out a rush multi-graph job he did not have time to do yesterday, I soloed on the garbage. First I got out the A. P. Guion blower patent with a few adaptations by A. Sr., and started in.

The wind blew gustily and strong, but unfortunately in the wrong direction, so that all smoke, dust, sparks, etc., came right back” in de fuhrer’s face”. I cried impartially from nose and eyes, but manfully stuck to the job. “I am the task force”, says I to myself. I can’t let my boys down on the fighting front, so amid imaginary shot and shell, I went doggedly on and to position after position, “according to plan”.

Mess Call intervened, and clad in my fatigue uniform, I sat down for a few moments relaxation. In the midst of it all, Paul came bursting in to inform me that evidently some enemy sparks had penetrated the front lines and were making a blitz on flank and rear, so armed with brooms, rakes, etc., Red (Sirene), Paul (Warden, the tenant in the apartment), Charlie Hall and myself went to it, subdued every enemy outpost in short order and restored the lines.

Alas, however, all my stores of fuel, piled on the lawn in what seemed a safe distance from the fire, had all caught fire. A shovel, which I had laid across the top of one box to keep the papers from blowing around the yard, had its entire handle consumed, a bowl of water which I had thoughtfully set by for emergencies, between two of the cartons, was broken by the heat and the wires to operate the blower had been completely burned in half. However, the engineer contingent went to work and repaired the wires and then, bravely tossing masses of flaming paper on the fire with a pitchfork, we succeeded in finishing the day successfully, if bloodshot eyes, a headache and lame muscles merit that term.

Tomorrow, I’ll continue with the rest of this letter,including a request from Grandma Peabody. During the rest of the week, I’ll post a letter from Lad, one from Grandpa and another from Lad.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad – Lad mentions a Friend named Marian – April 8, 1943

This letter is written from the Hospitality Center of South Pasadena. Marian Irwin was the Executive Director of the South Pasadena Camp Fire Girls and did her duty to entertain the troops at the Hospitality Center. She actually met three of Lad’s friends who arrived at Camp Santa Anita while Lad was taking a two week Diesel Engine course from the Wolverine Motor Works near Chicago. She told me that they kept telling her, “Wait until you meet Al”. Little did they know how well that would turn out.

The date appears to be April 8, 1942, but in actuality, Lad wasn’t drafted until June, 1942. By April of 1944, they were married and Marian was moving from base to base with him.


Blog - Marian Irwin - 1942April 8, 1943

Dad: –

Again too many days have gone by, but they have all been full. Even Apr. 3rd. I got a letter from you on the eventful day – thanks. It went by as usual, but the bunch of us were invited to a party in my honor at the home of one of the girls I have met here. In fact, she is so much like Babe that I have difficulty now and then in calling her Marian. She is not quite as pretty as Babe but resembles her in almost every other way. Even to occupations. Well, anyhow, the party went off fine and about 2 A.M. on Sunday we decided to go to a swing-shift dance at the Casa Manana and had a good time. Got in Camp at 6 Sun. Morn. (this is the first mention of Marian, my Mom, in Lad’s letters home.)

Due to a change in the system of paying last Wednesday, we could not get out of camp in time to see “The Drunkard”, so it is still something to look forward to.

I heard from Mrs. Lea, and everything is O.K. – sorry I didn’t or couldn’t do anything earlier, but I should have written. But that’s me.

You asked in one of your letters that I tell you something about what I’m doing. Well, Art Lind and I are working together in the same class and we have decided that the system used by the Army for teaching Diesel Engines can be greatly improved. Well, without authority, because of stubbornness on the part of one officer to listen to our story, we went ahead and ran the class for one week. It was a decided success and proved our point to a “T”, but still, since it has been general knowledge that Art and I were responsible, this same officer is not able to get credit now as having originated the idea, and has still not issued the necessary orders. It is people like he who are responsible for a great deal of the discontent prevalent in the Army. Other than that, the course is continuing as it should, and running very smoothly.

It seems that our new Battalion C.O. is from a Basic Co. and thinks that we are trainees. If this sort of treatment keeps on, there is going to be trouble in Hdq. Bn. And I won’t be lax in cooperating.

In a letter, you mentioned that Dan may be scheduled for overseas, it is beginning to look like all of we A-1’s will be replaced by “limited service” men, and then – – –? Who knows?

I’m fine, Dad, and I hope you and the rest are the same. Remember me to all.


Tomorrow, and Wednesday, a letter from Grandpa, on Thursday, another letter from Lad and on Friday, another from Grandpa. 

Judy Guion

My Ancestors (16 and 17)- Shubael Folger and Jerusha Clark – 1700 – 1778

(1) Shubael Folger; (2) Phoebe (Floger) Marshall; (3) Major Elihu Marshall, (4) Elizabeth (Marshall) Guion, (5) Elijah Guion, (6) Elijah Guion II, (7) Alfred Beck Guion, (8) Alfred Duryee Guion, (9) Alfred Peabody Guion, (10) Judith Anne Guion

Shubael Folger, born in 1700, married Jerusha Clark on December 10, 1721. Jerusha was born in Nantucket on May 2, 1702, hence she was 19 at the time. I know that they put in a cool 55 years of wedded life together — longer than any other of our long-live ancestors—for Shubael died on Nantucket August 22, 1776, and Jerusha not until August 20, 1778. And I know that Jerusha must have been a rather precocious girl, for she had a first husband, Jonathan Ramsdell, who died, and she married Shubael, her second husband, when she was only 19.

I know that Jerusha’s parents were Nantucket people, probably of the later crop who came to the island fairly young; they were married on Nantucket on December 13, 1700, and Jerusha was born 17 months later. But I can’t find out who Jerusha’s parents’ parents were or when they came across to America.

Jerusha’s father was Thomas Clark. He might have come to Nantucket any time before 1700, when he was married there. The legend is that his father was a John Clark “of Plymouth”. I ransacked the Plymouth records and found four Thomas Clark’s born there in the latter 1600s, but none of them had a father named John. So that line of inquiry was a dead-end. There is no particularly early-arrived Clark recorded in the Plymouth records, so it makes little difference.

Jerusha’s mother was Mary Church, and the only date I have for her is that of her marriage to Thomas Clark in 1700. Tradition says that Mary’s father was a John Church, otherwise completely unidentified, and that her mother was called “Abigail of Cocheco”. Now, if you can find a John church and identify him from all the John churches in the many Massachusetts towns, and if you can discover who on earth “Abigail of Cocheco” was and when she came over, you will have solved this mystery; but I surrender. Thomas Clark and Mary Church first emerge to view on Nantucket in 1700 as far as I am concerned; they married then, and Jerusha Clark was their daughter. And Shubael Folger married Jerusha Clark in 1721.

Shubael and Jerusha became the parents of Phoebe Folger, Major Marshal’s mother. Phoebe, as previously stated, was born on Nantucket November 2, 1724; Phoebe married the second Joseph Marshall in 1740 and bore Elihu Marshall in 1750.

And Elihu Marshall fought seven years in the Revolution, married Susanna Brown of New York, and (I assume) gave his daughter Elizabeth away when she became the bride of Elijah Guion at her New Rochelle wedding on May 10, 1798. So far, we have traced Elizabeth Marshall’s ancestors, the Hussy-Bachiler-Bunker-Marshall (paternal) ancestors and that of Elizabeth’s Folger-Barnard-Clark-Church (maternal) ancestors.

Source: COLONIAL ORIGINS of the CALIFORNIA GUIONS, An Informal Genealogical Study by Ernest Jerome Hopkins, finished in 1952.

Next Sunday, we shall begin to trace Elijah Guion’s Guion ancestors beginning with Louis Guion, born in a La Rochelle, France in 1654.

This coming week I’ll be posting letters written in 1943. Lad and Marian (my parents) have met and seem to be getting along quite well. Dan is in England, Ced is in Alaska, Dick is in Brazil Dave is still in high school in Trumbull.

Judy Guion


Voyage to California (9) – by John Jackson Lewis – January to March, 1851



Started at daylight, and stopped to breakfast at an old scow, that had been fastened, high and dry on the bank, and converted into an eating house. In the course of the morning, several of us took a walk of several miles on shore. In the course of the walk, saw an alligator, also several well-beaten paths made by ants. (?) Lizards from 6 in. to 1 foot in length were numerous. During the day we saw a few monkeys, some iguanas (?), and numerous parrots and paraquets. Before reaching Gorgona passed a ________ banana plantation, ¼ of a mile in length, reaching Gorgona at 3 o’clock. At G is a fine circular beach, covered with gravel. G is situated on a hill, and commands a fine view of the hills and valleys around. Hotels and eating houses, of course, are sufficiently abundant. I contracted to have my baggage conveyed to Panama for 8$ per hundred, took a bath in the Chagres River, and took lodgings at an American hotel.


Started at daylight and proceeded up the river. Our stopping place this morning was an old scow that had probably been landed on the bank during high water, and then dragged to its present position and labeled “Hotel”. I here procured a cup of coffee to make my crackers, dried beef and cakes go down better. I helped myself pretty liberally to sweetening, and succeeded in making it quite palatable. We saw two or three monkeys on the trees in the woods in the course of the morning, and they were the first and only wild ones I have seen in the course of the journey. The boatmen say they have been frightened away from the immediate vicinity of the river by the constant travel upon it. We also saw a few iguanas along the river’s edge; they are ugly reptiles, something between a lizard and an alligator. A lizard about 10 inches or a foot in length is quite numerous along the edge of the water. They are very quick in their motions. I had three walks on shore today; one across a bend in the river; the other two were taken with a view to lighten the boat in order to facilitate the passage over some rapids. The first walk extended to a distance I suppose, of some three or four miles, and in the course of it I was so fortunate as to obtain a glimpse of a real, live, wild alligator. He was in a quiet, secluded spot in a kind of gulch or bayou, away from the river a short distance. I saw part of his head, back, and tail, above the water, but he sank almost immediately, and I saw him no more. Large paths made by ants were quite numerous in the course of this walk. They are very much such paths as sheep make through the bushes at home, except that the surface is even, and the tracks not perceptible to the naked eye. The ants that make them are not larger than the common large black ant of Chester County. At one place where we designed walking, the water was so shallow that the boat could not go close enough to land us, so the captain took us, one at a time, on his back, and landed us dry shod. A short time before reaching Gorgona, we passed a banana plantation about one quarter of a mile in length; how far back it extended I could not tell, in consequence of the height of the river banks. The banana is a large, strong looking plant, with a stalk about as thick as a man’s thigh, rising to the height of eight or nine feet, surmounted by the leaves and fruit all clustered together. The leaf is some 2 or 2 ½ feet in length by 8 or 11 inches in width, and the fruit, as we saw it, about the size of a large Pennock apple, the shape of a pair with the stem at the large end, and of a purple color. We reached Gorgona about 3 o’clock, and I paid two of the natives two times each for carrying my trunks up to a hotel. Finding Transportation Company to send their baggage across, I concluded to send mine the same way. I accordingly took it to the office and had it weighed. The charge was eight cents per lb. and mine amounted to $13.36, half to be paid at the office, balance on delivery in Panama. After getting the contract completed, I returned to the hotel and got my dinner, for which I paid $0.75. Some of the company started off this evening, intending to walk to the first public house, distant some six or eight miles. I and two others, wishing to go with our baggage, concluded to stay till morning. I took a bath in the Chagres River and retired to rest in an airy apartment, in which sleeping accommodations were arranged very much like berths on ship board. For the first time since leaving New York, I had a place to sleep that was stationary, and I slept very comfortably. The town of Gorgona is situated upon a hill, and commands a very pretty little view of a valley and the hills beyond it, and of a circular bend of the river at the foot of the hill. It is said to be one of the healthiest places on the Isthmus. We were told by a resident there, that there were but two deaths from cholera there during the prevalence of that disease in the country. A fire occurred there about two weeks since, which destroyed a number of buildings, but it is still quite an extensive place for this country. There are two or three hotels kept by Americans, and they are thronged with customers. The food furnished is rough but substantial: charges $0.75 a meal; $0.50 for a nights lodging.

Trumbull – Mr. Guion – Dave Writes to His Father About GUION ADERTISING – September 9, 1946

           AD Guion Letterhead, business cards and membership cards

Sept. 9, 1946

Mr. Guion,

Immediately upon receipt of your card, I pondered your request for an extension of your vacation. Because of your unexcelled work and necessity both in this office and the Trumbull one, I decided that rather than make a decision alone, I would check to find out if Trumbull could stand not having your able (and financial) assistance. Having received a favorable reply, I can now report to you that your vacation may continue as long as you should like it to.

The girl that typed Mr. Chasmar’s second job (the one done outside the office) tried to conserve on space and ran one heading right after the other. He wanted them kept separate. We made the corrections and now he is once again comparatively happy.

I can keep Wheeler Wire quite happy now I’m sure.

I haven’t made any deposits or done any billing – but I shall now that I know you’re not coming home on the 15th.

Help has come pretty hard. Bobbie went back to school and Jeannie has had too much to do at home. But now George wants to start working the night shift again and Bissie wants to come in two hours in the afternoon, four days a week.

Just now got a call from the bank. They say that Ced’s check, dated July 25, has come back with a note stating that there are insufficient funds to handle it. I have another check in my pocket waiting to go to the bank. They’ve asked me to hang onto this one and pick up the other one, leaving $100 with them. What to do? I’ll write to Ced as soon as I finish this letter and tell him what’s happened. Should I pay for the check out of company funds?

Actually, I don’t get it – why should I pay for the check? Can’t they just take it off their books and not credit the account for the money?

I’ll tell Mr. Burr about Dan’s homecoming. Lad sent you a card this morning about an oil burner. You should get that about the same time you get this.

I was very glad to get your letter the other day because I was getting very discouraged. I still want to get married next August. I got a notice from the gov’t. saying that they couldn’t give me any money because I’m working full time – so if it can possibly be swung I’d still like to get at least $20 a week. I’ve got to change over my insurance and that is going to cost me quite a bit a month compared to what I’m getting for a salary. And I still want to go out and sell. That means I need some steady help down here. Even if it’s only a kid coming in afternoons. We can’t build this business without going out after more customers.

Guess that’s all for now. I’ve got to write to Ced and then get back to work. Keep on having a good time and don’t worry about GUON ADV. – Everything’s under control.