Special Picture # 337 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – Screened Porch and Dining Room Door – 1940 – 2018

Recently I spent a night in the Trumbull House visiting with Paulette – Aunt Chiche to family and friends – and took quite a few pictures. For the next few Saturdays I will be posting pictures taken during this stay as well as older pictures of similar places taken over the years, when I have them. I hope you enjoy.

 

 

Trumbull House – Screened Porch and Dining Room Door – date unknown

Trumbull House with Screened Porch and Dining Room door – 1940

The following is a childhood memory recorded by me with my Uncle Dave.

I don’t know how to explain it because the house, the Big House, has changed so much with renovations but  there used to be a screen porch on the southeast corner of the house and there was a window there that looked from the stairs out onto the porch. Don and Gwen (Stanley) were there and Dick and I were talking, talking, talking, talking, talking. We had been warned on two or three occasions to quiet down and go to sleep. If Dick has told this story it will be a different version than mine because what happened was the last one to speak when the last warning came, was me. So, I was sent upstairs away from the rest of them and as I went up the stairs, I kicked at the window to warn them that I was going to cause trouble for them. Anybody else and everybody else will tell you that I kicked in the window on purpose, but at any rate, I never bought that story. It was a warning. I kicked it into warn them but I broke it. The next thing I knew, my father came charging up the stairs gave me a good spanking and sent me to bed. When I got into bed, I began to feel something sticky down around my right foot. I was already crying and upset, and when I checked it, I’d cut my foot on the glass, which made me feel still more hurt and angry, and suffering such a terrible injustice. I was probably nine or 10 when that happened, maybe eight, well it had to be after my mother had died and I was seven she died.

Tomorrow I’ll begin posting letters written in 1946. The most notable event will be the birth of Grandpa’s first granddaughter in France.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 336 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – Side Patio –

Recently I spent a night in the Trumbull House visiting with Paulette – Aunt Chiche to family and friends – and took quite a few pictures. For the next few Saturdays I will be posting pictures taken during this stay as well as older pictures of similar places taken over the years, when I have them. I hope you enjoy.

 

Lilac bush, original Dining Room door on left, door to Grandpa’s apartment on right, my bedroom window at the top

 

Alfred Peabody Guion, (Lad, my Dad), in front of Lilac bush circa 1950’s

 

Grandpa and Smokey in 1945, showing original window of Dining Room on left, the door to Grandpa’s apartment on right

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Special Picture # 335 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – Side Yard – 1945 – 2018

Recently I spent a night in the Trumbull House visiting with Paulette – Aunt Chiche to family and friends – and took quite a few pictures. For the next few Saturdays I will be posting pictures taken during this stay as well as older pictures of similar places taken over the years, when I have them. I hope you enjoy.

One of my bedroom windows in the attic

Similar view, maybe in the 1970’s

Martin and Flor Williams, Lad’s friends from Venezuela, 1945

Lad and Smokey, 1945

Tomorrow, in My Ancestors, I’ll be highlighting Alfred Beck Guion, Grandpa’s Father.

Next week, we’ll return to 1943, when Lad and Marian’s story begins.

Judy Guion

 

Special Picture # 334 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – Living Room Door – 1947 – 2018

Recently I spent a night in the Trumbull House visiting with Paulette – Aunt Chiche to family and friends – and took quite a few pictures. For the next few Saturdays I will be posting pictures taken during this stay as well as older pictures of similar places taken over the years, when I have them. I hope you enjoy.


Living Room Door – 2018

 

Marian feeding Douglas near door in original Dining Room – Christmas, 1947

Tomorrow, My Ancestors – Anna Charlotta (Westlin) Pebody, wife of Kemper Foster Pebody.

Next week I’ll begin posting letters written in 1946. Both Lad and Dick are at home in Trumbull with their wives, Ced is still in Alaska, Dan and Paulette await the arrival of their bundle of joy and Dave expects to start his homeward journey soon. Grandpa can’t wait.

Judy Guion

 

 

Special Picture # 333 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – Living Room Fireplace – 1947 – 2018

Recently I spent a night in the Trumbull House visiting with Paulette – Aunt Chiche to family and friends – and took quite a few pictures. For the next few Saturdays I will be posting pictures taken during this stay as well as older pictures of similar places taken over the years, when I have them. I hope you enjoy.

 

Living Room fireplace taken in 2018.

 

Picture of me while Lad was taking pictures for Lad and Marian’s 1957 Christmas Card

 

Christmas, 1947

L FR – Dan, behind him, L to R – Ced, Zeke (married to Biss), Aunt Anne (Peabody) Stanley, Marian (Irwin) Guion, Mrs. Lad), Grandpa.

Tomorrow, I will begin posting 52 weeks (I hope) of ancestors. The first will be Kemper Foster Peabody, 1861 – 

Next week, I’ll be posting letters written in 1944, when all the boys are away from home serving Uncle Sam. Dan is in London, Lad is in California, Ced is still in Fairbanks, Alaska, Dick is in Brazil and Dave is still in training.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 331 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – Grandma Arla’s Secretary

This is a picture of the Secretary belonging to my Grandmother, Arla, wife of Grandpa. My guess is that it was purchased shortly after the family moved to the Trumbull house, making it about 95 years old. Grandma Arla passed away in 1933 after a long illness, leaving 6 children, ranging in age from 17 to 7.

 

 

 

Tomorrow, the final Guest Post from GPCox, pacificparatrooper , about the role women played during the war. I think you will enjoy it.

Next week, we go back in time to 1943 as Lad arrives in California at the Santa Anita Base outside South Pasadena. The location had been used as a holding facility for Japanese-Americans and was in the process of being converted to a military base. Construction was not complete.

Judy Guion

 

Special Picture # 329 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – A Steep Hill I Had to Climb – 1922 – 2018

 

Trumbull House and Driveway – 2018

Trumbull House – 2018 – Front Steps

BISS – I think the first memory I have of the Trumbull house is being sent to the store at the corner and when I came out of the store, I didn’t know how to get back home. There was a street that went straight, which wasn’t the right street. I started down there but I knew that was wrong so I turned around and came back. I could be wrong but my impression was that Daniels Farm Road was a dirt road, but I’m not sure. I know that there were no streetlights or anything. Anyway, I found my way home and I remember this steep hill I had to climb all the time. That was true until I got quite older. That steep hill was the driveway… or you could use the front steps which had steps and landings, steps and landings, steps and landings. The front door was used quite a bit. The salesman would come to that door. So any time anyone was selling anything, they came up the front stairs.

 

 

Trumbull House circa 1929

Tomorrow another Guest Post about the role of sports during the war by GPCox, www.pacficparatrooper.wordpress.com.

On Monday, I’ll begin posting letters written in 1944, when all five boys are now serving Uncle Sam

Judy Guion

 

Special Picture # 328 – The Trumbull House – Then and Now – 1756 Chimney and Fireplaces

 

Last week, in the pictures of the beams in the 1756 original portion of the Trumbull House, you could see part of the massive chimney. This week, I’m posting pictures of the five fireplaces, each one venting through this one central chimney. It is very possible that all the bricks were made by Nero Hawley, (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nero_Hawley) a slave owned by Daniel Hawley, who built this house as a wedding present for his son and daughter-in-law in 1756. Nero Hawley was a remarkable man who earned his freedom and continued as a brick-maker in Trumbull. Wikipedia just gives the highlights. There is quite a bit more by just using Google.

1756 Kitchen Fireplace

 

1756 close-up of Kitchen Warming Oven

 

1756 Dining Room Fireplace

 

1756 Living Room fireplace

 

1756 Master Bedroom Fireplace

 

1756 Nursery Fireplace

 

Tomorrow I’ll post another Guest Post from GPCoc, pacificparatrooper.wordpress.com. Continuing on the transportation theme, this post is entitled “It Was Hard to Keep the Good Times Rollin'” I think you will enjoy it.

Next week I’ll be posting letters written in 1946. Dan and Paulette are patiently – or impatiently – awaiting the arrival of little “Jean-Pierre”. Lad, Marian, Dick and Jean are all living in the Trumbull House with Grandpa and Aunt Betty. Ced remains in Alaska and Dave is in Manila but expects to be on his way home soon.

Judy Guion

 

 

Special Picture # 327 – Trumbull House – Then And Now – Beams in 1756 Portion of the House -1756 – 2018

 

When I use the title Then and Now, I am very literal for this post. These are pictures of the original beams in the portion of the house that was built in 1756. For much of that time, they were covered with a ceiling but are again exposed. Notice how they are put together – no nails were used and they are still solid. You can also see the marks left by the old hand tools used to shape them. 

 

Beams going into the kitchen area.

 

Beams in the Dining Room.

 

Beams going to front of the house and front door.

 

Tomorrow I’ll be posting another Guest Post from GPCox, pacificparatrooper.wordpress.com all about vehicle manufacturing during WWII.

Next week, it will be letters written in 1944 when all five boys were working for Uncle Sam, in vehicle maintenance, surveying, airplane maintenance, working with the locals in a foreign country or communication skills.

Judy Guion