The Island – Pictures and Stories (1) – Slave Ring – September, 2020

I am back home now – actually had an extra day – and I had so many memories while I was there. I thought I would share them for this week. I hope you enjoy them.

 

These pictures are of a ring firmly attached to a rock on our family Island. I do not know the actual history of the ring but the story that I heard was that slaves or convicts were working not that far away and at night they were brought to the Island and chained to this rock. I was a pretty secure place for them to be at night because non of them knew how to swim. 

I need to do some research to see if I can find out the truth about this ring, but it is an interesting story.

 

Slave Ring, September, 2020

 

Slave Ring (close-up), September, 2020

I will be posting more pictures and stories when I have more time later today.

Judy Guion

The Island – A Special Tour (5) – September, 2020

My plan is to be up in New Hampshire on our Family Island this week. I have decided to share it with you  with a map and pictures. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will.

 

This picture was taken from the opposite side as yesterday’s picture. The Point is the cluster of rocks on the right and Bathtub Rock is on the left.

 

 

10 – The Sleeping Cabin

Prior to 1955, four families stayed in a 20 x 20 Army Tent, with each family occupying a corner. After the children ate lunch, we had “quiet time” while the adults were able to relax and eat their meal in peace. The Hurricane of 1955 passed by us and a strong wind raised a corner of the tent. About a dozen children ran screaming, out the front flap and ran to the Cook Cabin. The following winter, Lad and his friends met and drew up plans for a Sleeping Cabin. 

It would be 20 x 24 feet, comprising of four 10 x 10 bedrooms and a 4 foot dog trot down the middle with doors at each end. By designing the building with a 12/12 pitch roof, they were able to divide the upstairs, with a wall running above the dog trot, providing 2 sleeping areas for the girls. They also built a 10 x 12 platform where they erected a tent for the boys. 

 

Replacing the two window screens that were 64 years old with a window in October, 2019.

 

The finished project.

 

View of the window from Sunset Rock.

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11 – Fire Pit

If you see this message, you will know that I was unable to find or transfer the pictures I wanted. I really had hoped to get this done but I need to get up to the Island before it is dark.

 

Tomorrow I will be continuing with more of Dave’s World War II Army Adventure.

Judy Guion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Island – A Special Tour (3)- September, 2020

My plan is to be up in New Hampshire on our Family Island this week. I have decided to share it with you  with a map and pictures. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will.

 

This picture of the Island was included in the 1964 Christmas Card Grandpa sent to about 200 friends and family. It was designed as a tribute to the Graduating Class of 1964, Guion University of Trumbull, Connecticut. “Devoted to the development of family unity” and founded March 27, 1913 at Mount Vernon, New York, the date and place of his marriage to Arla Mary Peabody. Grandpa passed away on September 13, 1964, two days after his 80th birthday. Since he had already been working on this project and the family knew he would have wanted it, the family decided to publish it.

 

 

6 – Sandy Beach

The beach

 

Sunset at Sandy Beach

 

Extremely low water at Sandy Beach showing the usual water line on the rock

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7 – Toothpaste Landing and Fishing Rock

Looking at Toothpaste Landing from Fishing Rock – This spot got it’s name from the fact that there are at least a dozen medium-sized roks right next to the shore.  During the 1950’s my family would invite 3 or 4 other families to join us on the Island. This meant as many as 16 children. We would step out on the rocks and brush our teeth before going to bed. There was even two wooden toothbrush holder nailed to a tree. 

This is the view of the same area from the dock.

 

This is a good view of Fishing Rock, the coast line where Toothpaste Landing was and the dock in the background. The boat at the dock is a 30-foot SeaRay Cabin Cruiser that my 2nd husband and I took up and down the east coast. I towed the boat while he towed a 40-foot horse trailer for our business.

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Tomorrow I will continue the tour with the first building on the Island.

Judy Guion

The Island – A Special Tour (2) – September, 2020

My plan is to be up in New Hampshire on our Family Island this week. I have decided to share it with you  with a map and pictures. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will.

 

This picture of the Island was taken in the fall during a year when the water was especially low.

 

 

3 – Bathtub Rock

 

The area between the two humps of rock is actually shaped like a bathtub without the faucet end. A great place to relax and let your body be buffeted by the waves of passing boats.

 

This shows waves coming into the bathtub and swirling out again.

 

Here you can see the bathtub shape to the left with very little water in it.

 

Here is another view with the bathtub left of center, filled with water.

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4 – Big, Flat Rock

In this picture you can only see about half of the rock. Bathtub Rock is behind the rock to the left, which is also a perfect spot for sitting to watch children or the boat traffic in our small bay. 

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5 – Sunset Rock

 

Some of Lad Guion’s descendants sitting at Sunset Rock. The Rock is behind them.

 

 

 

Some of Lad and Marian Guion’s descendants patiently waiting for the following sunset at Sunset Rock.

 

 

 

For the rest of the week, I will continue to share pictures of our Family Island in New Hampshire.

Judy Guion

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Island – A Special Tour (1) – September, 2020

My plan is to be up in New Hampshire on our Family Island this week. I have decided to share it with you  with a map and pictures. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will.

Our Family Islan

 

 

1 – The Dock

 

This picture was taken in the summer of 1945 after Grandpa purchased the Island from Rusty Huerlin’s family. 

Left to Right: , Lad (my Dad), my Uncle Dick, my Uncle Ced and Grandpa. Perhaps Rusty or his father took the picture.

 

The old wooden dock which replaced the one built by my Father and his friends in the 1950’s. This one was at least 40 years old.

 

The dock is to the left of this area. This is the “BARGE”, a 16-foot, flat-bottomed, square-bowed boat built by my father, Lad, and his friends. It had a 25 hp Johnson engine and it was perfect for bringing entire families over to the Island in one trip. The rowboat to the right was Grandpa’s rowboat before my brother made it into a sailboat.

 

My brother sailing in the “new” sailboat. To the left of the picture is the back end of our 25-foot “speedboat” used for towing skiers.

 

Installation of the new dock, a composite floating dock, in July of 2007.

Completed Project – July, 2017

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2 – The Point

This is the path that leads to the point. There is a sharp outcropping of rocks. About 4 feet below the waterline was a ledge about four feet wide and then it drops off about 30 feet to the bottom. It was considered a “Rite of Passage” into the “Big Kids Group” when you could dive off the point beyond the ledge. 

 

The “Point” is the cluster of rocks to the right in this picture. “Bathtub Rock” is to the left. More pictures of that tomorrow.

 

For the rest of the week, I will be sharing pictures of our Family Island taken over the years from various place of note.

Judy Guion

 

 

 

Friends – A Letter to Ced From Arnold and Alta Gibson – March 16, 1944

 

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Arnold and Alta (Pratt) Gibson on their Wedding Day, September 1, 1940.

P.O. Box 175

Trumbull, Conn.

March 16, 1944

Dear Ced;

Don’t faint, it really is a letter from us. This morning I saw your father and he said last he’d heard from you, you were in Kitch Kan. (sp). So you must be back to Anchorage by now. He told how you met Lad. Luck was on your side, wasn’t it? How we envy you that trip.

You know what? We miss you, believe it or not. No Cedric to take us walking on Sunday and no Cedric to tell us stories. Yes, we really miss you.

The weekend before last we went up to New Hampshire. We’ve been meaning to go up for several winters, but we kept putting it off. Thursday we had a telegram from our friend in Boston saying he was going up that weekend. So Friday noon found us on the train. 5:15 found us in our friend’s car heading for the mountains. We were at the Pinkham Notch A.M.C. Lodge by 11:00. The moonlight on the snow-capped mountains, the fresh crisp air, made it seem like another world, then to wake up in the morning and find that the snow was real – 5 to 6 feet of it. The sun shining brightly. The temperature at 10 above. We had a grand time hiking on our snowshoes. Sunday evening came all too soon. That’s such a grand country that we don’t know why we don’t move up there and stay there. I miss it because we’re so nosy we want to see some more of the world. Well, perhaps it won’t be long before we are able to.

This is really just a note to let you know where thinking of you. Of course we hope you’ll answer but we hardly expect you to.

Your friends,

Alta and Arnold

P.S. Lillian says hello too. You know, I think you made quite an impression.

Tomorrow and Sunday, more the the World War II Army Adventure from Dave. 

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 342 – A Short Pictorial History of the Island – 1945 – 2019

Over the years I have posted many pictures of the various views from the Island, but I thought, as this season draws to a close, to show you a little of the history of our “Special Place”, or as my younger brother calls it, “Liquid Heaven”. I hope you enjoy this little history lesson.

This is the oldest picture of the Island that I have, even though the family had been using the Island for about 20 years before Grandpa bought it. It was probably taken during the summer of 1945, perhaps right after Grandpa had purchased it. The family was going up to the Island for a vacation and stopped at the home of Rusty Huerlin’s parents, who lived in Massachusetts, on there way up. They may have even spent the night there. Lad remembers it this way: 

Sometime around 1945, we (I don’t know who “we” are, maybe just Grandpa and three of his sons.) were going to the Island and we stopped at the Heurlin’s house.  During the conversation they mentioned that they would like to get rid of the Island.  It was just costing them money and they weren’t using it.  Dad was interested in it and found out that they owed about three hundred dollars in back taxes.  Dad paid that and they gave him the deed to the Island.

This picture was probably taken in the 1950’s. You can see the Cook Cabin in the background, painted a dull brown. The canvas fly was used to cover the picnic table where my family and the four or five families that came up with us had their meals.

 

This picture and the ones following show the boats that were used during the 1960’s.  On the left is the Barge (made by hand by my Dad and his friends) and on the right, Grandpa’s original row boat, which he allowed my twin brother to convert to a sailboat.

 

This was called the Speedboat (because it went faster than the Barge) . I’m sitting in the bow.

 

This is my brother sailing his boat. To the extreme left is the back of the “real” speed boat. That one we could use for  water skiing.

 

This is the back side of the Sleeping Cabin which was built by my Dad and his friends in 1956. Before that, we had a 20′ x 20′ Army Tent and four families slept in there, each having a corner. When the 1955 Hurricane struck, it lifted up one corner of the tent and it took 3 days to get all the clothes and bedding dry. The entrance to the tent had been on the opposite side, with a short path leading to the Cook Cabin. Looking out through this door you have a beautiful view of the lake and the location of Bathtub Rock.

Here is a picture of the other side of the Sleeping Cabin. I was cleaning the moss off of the Cook Cabin roof and took this shot. The steps lead up the the Sleeping Loft. the Cabin was 20′ x 24′, with a dog trot from this entrance under the stair landing to the door in the previous picture. There are four 10′ x 10′ bedrooms on the first floor and a 12/12 pitched roof, allowing for a Sleeping Loft upstairs.

 

This Dock is the second one my Dad (Lad) and his friends made. This was the year that we were replacing it with a floating composite dock and I snapped this before it was replaced.

 

Here are the workmen installing our “new” dock. As you can see by the dates, both pictures were taken (by me) on the same day. I went up to “supervise” the installation.

Tomorrow, I will continue the story of the Guion family after the two oldest boys went to Venezuela to work for their Uncle Ted Human and send funds home to help Grandpa raise the other four children.

Judy Guion

 

 

 

 

The Beginning (58) – Childhood Memories of Trumbull – Random Memories (1)

These are the memories of my Father and his siblings, recorded over several years. When my Uncle Dan passed away, I realized that I had better get started recording the memories of Dan’s siblings before they were also gone. I was able to have two recording sessions with my Father, Lad in California; two with Uncle Ced in New Hampshire, a three-day cruise in our boat with Aunt Biss; one session with Uncle Dave in Stratford, CT and one hand-written session (I forgot my tape recorder going up to the Island in New Hampshire, where Uncle Dick lived) with Uncle Dick. I transcribed them once exactly as they were spoken, again removing the ums, ahs, half sentences started over, etc. I then produced a final copy that was easier to read, but it still needs work getting the chronological order correct. Memories are not recorded with a date stamp. I created 75 binders for family members which include all three translations, pages and pages of photos and memorabilia and the actual recording. Now family members can actually heat their ancestors speaking. It was my first project with all the material my Father saved for me and a true Labor of Love. I hope you enjoy these memories of A Slice of Life at a different time and place.

 

DICK – When I was in Brazil, I rode bareback on a small horse with a broad back, feeling very macho.  There were five of us going up this gentle hill, hell-bent for leather.  All of a sudden, I was standing on the ground.  The horse had stepped into a hole and somersaulted under me.  If I’d had a regular saddle, I’d have had my shoes in the stirrups.

Lad, Dick, Ced and Grandpa on the Island for the first time (I don’t know who took the picture, Dan was in France and Dave was in Manila, Philippines, during the summer of 1945.

LAD – Sometime around 1945, we were going to the Island and we stopped at the Heurlin’s house.  During the conversation they mentioned that they would like to get rid of the Island.  It was just costing them money and they weren’t using it.  Dad was interested in it and found out that they owed about three hundred dollars in back taxes.  Dad paid that and they gave him the deed to the Island.

                Elizabeth (Biss) Guion Zabel

BISS – When Dad bought the Island from the Heurlin’s.  I was married and had two children.  I tried to talk Zeke into going up there.  He wanted no part of it, he wasn’t interested.  I figured it would be good for the kids, it would be a vacation and it wouldn’t cost more than food and supplies.  But Zeke wouldn’t go.  After five or six years, I finally convinced him to try it.  Then I could never keep him away.  Now, if only I could have gotten him to try traveling once.  I’m sure it would have been the same way.  Then I would have had my dream of traveling all over.  I got the van, the mattress, the gas lantern, the gas stove, and then we never went anywhere, no matter what I would say.  I figured when we retired, we would just start out with no particular destination; he could bring his guns and his fishing gear.  Anyplace we found a spot, if we liked it, we could spend two or three days there; if we didn’t like it, we could go to another place.

The Barge on the left

CED – The barge was used to move the cook cabin.  Your father (Lad) and some of his friends went to the mainland and bought a garage.  They sawed it in half, put it on the barge and brought it to the Island.  They made it into the kitchen shack.

DAVE – Later on, when my kids were young, when we went to the Island, I would put a piece of plywood on the back seat and they would be there.  I used to get going pretty fast, you know, up near Lebanon, New Hampshire, where nobody was around.  I used to get up to about eighty miles an hour with the kids in the back.  Of course, I was only thinking about the fact that there were no cars around.  It never occurred to me that I might hit a deer or a moose.

Tomorrow, more Childhood Memories of Trumbull.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 308 – Low Water at Spring Island – August, 1999

 

Loaded Blueberry bushes.

 

Old Dock Ramp

 

Old docking area. The water came up to the visible land.

 

Stage I of the Screened-in Porch.

 

Our SeaRay Cruiser, “Our Waterbed”,  at the Dock.

 

Tomorrow I’ll begin a week of letters written at the beginning of 1946. Grandpa has two sons home with their wives and is anxiously awaiting Dave’s return in a few months. Because of the baby on the way for Dan and Paulette, he will have to wait until both Mother and Baby can travel before meeting his French daughter-in-law and his third grandchild.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 307 – Low Water at Spring Island – August, 1999

View from Fishing Rock towards the Dock

 

Closer view with duck on rock

 

Fishing Rock with usual water line quite evident

 

View of the same rocks looking toward Moultonborough Town Beach, where we launch small boats and pick up guests, in upper right corner.

 

Shoreline and Toothpaste Landing, where we brushed our teeth.

 

Tomorrow, the last of the Island Pictures during August, 1999.

On Monday, letters from 1946. Lad and Dick are home. Dan and Paulette are still in France, awaiting the arrival of their first child. Ced is still working in Anchorage at the Militry Airbase and Dave hopes to be home in a few months.

Judy Guion