Special Picture # 294 – Lad and Marian’s Trip to New Hampshire – 1945


After my Father returned from France but before he was released from the Army, he had a furlough and he and my Mom, took a tour of New Hampshire, with one stop at the Island. I don’t know where two of the pictures were taken but I believe one was on Lake Winnipesaukee and the other was at the top of Mt. Washington.

Lad and Marian next to the train engine at the top of Mt. Washington, New Hampshire.

Marian and Lad relaxing at their campsite.

Lad taking a quick nap at their campsite.

A friend, Marian and Lad boating on Lake Winnipesaukee, New Hampshire.


Army Life – Lad Writes From Aberdeen Hospital – June, 1942


Aberdeen Hospital – June 18

Dear Dad – etc.: –

Boy, am I soft. One night on bivouac and I got sick. A second night and I’m sent to the hospital. Here is the story. As you may remember, I had a slight cold when I left home. The first night in Devens (Ft. Devens, Massachusetts) didn’t help much and since then I have been going so hard that I have not had a chance to get enough rest. And anyway, Aberdeen is rather a humid place. Well, one day, my cold would be pretty good and then the next it would be worse, and I figured that if I could hold out until my first five weeks were up, I’d be able to get a little rest or even go to the hospital and get well cured.

We left Aberdeen Sunday morning as planned and got to our camp location about 10:30 A. M., attended a conglomerate service and started clearing land for tent locations. Went to eat and returned to finish cleaning. Pitched tents and prepared everything for the evening. Went for a swim in the bay and dressed for supper. Ate and had the evening to ourselves. I went down and sat on the beach until sundown and retired.

Monday – after a cold sleepless night on damp ground – most of the Co. had some sort of cold, some of their’s worse than mine. After calisthenics and breakfast, Co. A, & B attended a lecture ending with one on map reading and then a treasure hunt. I had no ambition and did not even come in 15th. Then lunch and Co. A & B started clearing the campgrounds where C & D had left off. Here I got a good dose of poison ivy. Since we had no water except in the bay and chlorinated drinking water, in order to clean up we had to swim so I went in again. Afterward, I really felt better. Then retreat, supper, a rifle check and another free evening. Watched a ballgame and saw Co. B lose to Co. A., then I retired.

Slept fine but got up Tuesday feeling lousy, and with a sore throat and chills. Had my throat painted and went on with regular work. By noon the chills were worse and I reported to the First Aid tent. Then I was told to pack my stuff and be ready to sail back at 2:30 with the mail boat. We left at 3:00. Got to A.P.G. (Aberdeen Proving Ground) at 5:00 and ate supper. Reported to hospital at 7:30 and was assigned to a bed (No. 18) in Ward 15. Was given enough medicine to kill everything I ever had or will have (except poison ivy) and went to bed.

Wed. I felt better but stayed in bed and slept most of the day. Given med. three times per day.

Today, my throat is quite sore, but I feel better otherwise than I have since I entered the Army. I think that with a little rest, I’ll be tip-top again.

Well, that is up to the present. For the future – – – I don’t even think that I’ll be released from here to make it home this weekend, but I’m still hoping. Nothing further as yet on my immediate future.

I’ve not received any mail, because it came out to the camp on the same boat that took me back, and it was not distributed until after I had gone. However, I should get some sometime today.

You had better not expect me home this weekend. More later – – my love to Aunt Betty and the rest.


For the rest of the week, I’ll be posting a letter from Grandpa to Dan and Lad, the only boys in Uncle Sam’s service right now, then another from Lad and a final letter from Grandpa.

Judy Guion




Trumbull – To The Guions Who Will Not be Home For Christmas (4) – Ced is More Than Half Way – December, 1945

This is the fourth section of a 4-page letter, dealing mostly with Ced’s day by day flight back to Alaska. He is a bit more than half way and this is as up-to-date as Grandpa is at this point. 

And in the last mail yesterday received letter dated Lethbridge, Canada, Dec 19th. ”Straightened up everything in Great Falls, Mont. yesterday. Bought a funnel, blanket, weatherstrip, etc. Went out to the Army Field (East Base) and was “briefed” for Alaska, received strip maps from the AAF, saw a couple of P-80 jet jobs which were to leave for Fairbanks, Alaska, at 3 yesterday, but they canceled out, don’t know if they got out today. Also cleared customs and then I went back out to the field, insulated the cabin on the ship (temperature rising) and was all set to get off early this A.M. On arising, found a Chinook wind blowing 40-50 mph and all my plans went to kingdom come. After doing some odd jobs around the plane and bothering the weather Bureau all morning and afternoon, and sweating the wind out, it finally moderated and I took off for Sheffield. Radio transmitter worked O.K. today and then couldn’t hear Lethbridge nswer, but they heard me. The gassing and oil change finished at Sheffield, I took off for Lethbridge at 3:35 p.m., arriving at Lethbridge at 5:56, 35 minutes after dark. Tower called me and said I was supposed to have filed a flight plan from G.F. (Great Falls) to L. (Lethbridge), but when I explained no one had told me to, they said it was ATC fault then, and after I went through customs I came into town. Hope to leave early tomorrow for Edmonton, but weather forecast is for snow and poor visibility. Hope they’re wrong. I’m very tired so will quit.”

And there you have the saga to date of young Lindbergh Guion. Having battled through beyond the halfway mark, I have an idea the worst is behind him. Besides my love he holds my respect and admiration. The attempt by a reckless person would be good enough, but in this case it called for real courage and self-confidence. Happy landings, Ced.

Tomorrow, the final segment of this letter which contains quick notes to Dan, Paulette and Dave. Tomorrow, more Special Pictures.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – To the Guions Who Will Not be Home For Christmas (3) – More Flying Adventures – December, 1945


Made out fine to Lewiston where I intended to stop for gas, but it was an Army set-up so I landed in an old landing spot adjacent to the Army one, put in the 4 gallons I had in one of those spare tanks and took off again after a hard run at it. There was a good deal of grass sticking through the snow. It was beginning to get dark but there were beacon lights along the way so I plugged on for Great Falls. As I came near the Lewiston radio, I tried to raise them on the receiver, a process repeated at every station I had been near since leaving home, before and after having it checked at Plymouth, Ind., with nary a nibble. Much to my amazement I got my first answer, and I was so excited I couldn’t understand what the girl was saying. At last we got together and between forgetting to give my call letter nearly every transmission and straining my ears to catch what the gal was saying, we did pretty well and I felt much better about the radio. The receiver has been fine, giving me an extra method of checking my flight path with reference to the beam. As a matter of fact, I rode into Lewiston about 50 miles “on the beam” with no visible landmarks to speak of at all.

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Arrived over Great Falls after dark and the city was beautiful below with lights and beacons all around. As the field was marked “Army”, I was afraid I would have to land at a small airport N.E. of town and so I tried to contact the gov. field tower to find out if I could land there. I never received a reply and so as I neared the field they saw me and gave me a green light. I landed and nearly cracked up on a drift as I was taxiing back to the Administration Bldg. in the dark, but I finally made it o.k. In the excitement I had slightly delayed a Northwest Airlines plane on take-off and while stuck on the snowdrift, a couple of fellows from N.W. Air came down to help me, in a car. By the time they got there I had gotten free so they went ahead and showed me the way. They were extremely helpful and called all over the place to see if I could put the ship in the Army hangar (the Army had moved nearly all its planes to the AAF field at the east end of town). First the answer was “no”, so the fellow who had been the most helpful went out with me, got a shovel, broom and ropes and drove over to the hangar to look for the tie-downs outside. Just as we got in the car again, a fellow came out of the Ad. office and said the ship could be put in the hangar. Now mark you well. This wasn’t just a hangar. It was big enough for C-54’s. Two mammoth doors rose overhead electrically and it was as warm as a hotel room, and there wasn’t a single ship in there. Tomorrow I am going to try to get a color shot of the ship in there. One thing about plane traveling – – everyone is so darned helpful. Everywhere you stop they ask your name, destination, is it a new ship, where are you from, etc. And everyone seems willing to help in any way possible. This fellow tonight hit a high, tho’ come to think of it, one fellow at Plymouth, Ind., about equalled. May stay here all day tomorrow, getting things ship-shape.

Tomorrow, the final chapter of Ced’s travels back to Anchorage, Alaska. On Friday, quick notes to Dan, Paulette and Dave.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – To the Guions Who Will Not be Home for Christmas (2) – Ced’s First Few Days – December, 1945

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Supporting documents are as follows: Postal, Thursday, 13th. “Dear Dorothy Dix: my weather beats me constantly and is rarely friendly when I go out with it. It starts out in a friendly manner, but as soon as we are away from the house it turns on me and makes my days miserable. What can I do to win it back to the sunny side as it used to be? I am about 20 miles south of South Bend. Disgusted.”

A newspaper clipping from the Draz’s local paper headed “Correction, Please!” A story in the Cleveland Plain Dealer entitled Airplane Here to Stay, on Wednesday, told about an airplane landing in Bainbridge Township during the snowstorm. We go on to state that it landed on Paul Frohring’s farm and the pilot made a call to Cleveland Airport from the Thomas home. Upon receiving notice that it would snow all afternoon, the pilot, who turned out to be a friend of the Draz’s, said he couldn’t wait for the snow. Enlisting the help of youngsters, he turned his ship and took off in a foot of snow for the Chagrin Airport where he had his ship defrosted and then took off for Norwalk, Ohio. Oil City, Pa., was his starting point and he just dropped in on us. Thus it can’t be said the airplane “was here to stay”.

Postal, Sat. Dec. 15th from Minneapolis. “Journeyed from St. Paul to Minneapolis today (20-mile trip). I had a pair of skis installed on the plane, also a floormat. Bought some weatherstrip and frost shields, and before you know it I’ll be in Anchorage. Temperature went to -15 last night with a 20 mph wind. Ohhhh. Stayed last night at Uncle Frank Peabody’s in St. Paul. The night before at Plymouth, Ind.. Wed. night at Larry Peabody’s (they are all fine and want to be remembered to you) where I gave Alan his first plane ride. The night before that I spent at Draz’s in a snow storm.”

Letter Dec. 17th, Great Falls, Mont. ”Left Minneapolis at 10 A.M. Sunday morning. Weather perfect. Stopped at Willman for gas at 11:30 and went on to Aberdeen for more fuel. Took off and flew till nearly dark and then as my reserve tank top was on backward, I couldn’t get the gas to drain into the main tank so I landed on a lake (frozen) at McIntosh. Fixed the cap and went the next 20 or 30 miles to Lemmon, S.D.  where I tied up for the night. A typical Western town on one main street. Some fellows from the airport came in just behind me from a coyote hunt. They had one and had killed another, but it had been too late to pick it up. They (the coyote, I mean) looks like a police dog. As the fellows told me to be ready to go with them to the airport at 6:45 A.M., I got up at six and hurried around, got over to the grill at 6:45 — and it wasn’t even open. Guess what. When I went back to the hotel I found my watch was an hour fast. The time had changed back about 125 miles. The temperature at this wee sma’ hour was -20. Well, I fooled around until 6:20 then went and ate at the grill. At 7:15 the guys finally picked me up and we drove out to the airport. It was so cold that the engine would hardly turn over, and as they had started warming a Waco for an emergency hospital case, I had to wait until nine put heat on mine. Gassed, oiled and running, I finally took off at 9:55. The first stop was Miles City and here I bummed a ride into town for lunch. Had the dicken of a time moving the ship up to the gas pump, as there were large gravel areas which the skis hung up on. At last we were ready and off again at 1:50.

The rest of the week will be filled with the remainder of Ced’s travels and quick notes to Dan, Paulette and Dave.

Judy Guion


Trumbull – To the Guions who will not be home for Christmas (1 of 5) – Ced’s Travels – December, 1945



Trumbull, Conn., December 23, 1945

To the Guion’s who will

not be home this Christmas:

Notice is hereby given that while you’re being AWOL this year is excusable, no alibi will be accepted for Christmas, 1946, and you absent ones, to wit, Dan, Paula, Ced and Dave, are hereby summoned to appear in person on or before that day or sleep in the doghouse where, if and as located. And there’s no use paging Smoky, either.

Perhaps due to a persistent cold which is made me feel rather listless and unenthusiastic about anything, the Christmas season has snook up on me this year without evoking or arousing the customary holiday spirit, or maybe because it isn’t a 100% representation, or possibly the lack of children, or it may be just advancing years. Anyway, I have been content this year to leave everything to Lad and Dick and Marian and Jean and it is sort of nice to relax and know they will keep the banner lifted high on this first peacetime Christmas in so many years. The size Elsie, as usual, Aunt Anne phone that she and Don and Gwen would be up so it doesn’t look as though things might be a whole lot worse. Due to the one-man office to ration the usual Christmas rush of business, I again this year have not felt able to send out Christmas. Next year of course will be different. I do not feel any to happy either about the lack of Christmas gifts this year emanating from yours truly. This is not solely due to the temporary financial circumstance but primarily to the utter lack of decent merchandise at any where near reasonable prices for the quality of the offering. My Scotch blood rebels in discuss at throwing money away on trash, so that I would rather forgo the satisfaction meeting the Christmas in favor of some future date when I can get what I want or rather what I think you want in suitable quality at a reasonable price. So if you, Dan, Paulette, Ced and Dave are looking for those Christmas packages, swallow hard and grand because as far as that is concerned, there ain’t no Santa Clause, at least this December.

The topic, if truth must be told, that is occupying my waking moments to the exclusion of most else, is the progress of our bird man. Good Queen Isabella could not have followed the progress of Columbus with any more interest than we have been noting the day by day progress of the Taylorcraft westward ho. I’ve got a map all pin-pointed like I imagine they do in the Army, showing various stops and dates there of as far as I can ascertain that. It looks something like this:

Left Monroe 10th  of Dec.

Arrived Oil City, Pa., 11th

Larry’s (Larry Peabody) on the 12th

Draz’s on the 13th

Madison, Wisc. 14th

St. Paul  15th

Lemmon, S.D. on 16th

Great Walls, Mont. 17th

Lethbridge, Can. 19th

Tomorrow, I’ll post supporting documents and Ced’s letters home telling the tale. For the rest of the week, I’ll continue with news of Ced and Grandpa’s letters to Dan, Paulette and Dave.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Letter From Marian to the Guion Clan – Lad Sent to Texarkana – December, 1943

Marian (Irwin) Guion


December 21, 1943

Dear Dad, Aunt Betty, Jean, Dave and anyone else of the Guion clan who is present —

Last Wednesday Uncle Sam gave us a Christmas present that we find rather hard to take. Lad has been transferred from Camp Santa Anita to Texarkana, and he left this morning to drive there in the Buick. It isn’t an embarkation depot (Thank God) but as far as we know now, he is in a cadre that are being organized and trained for overseas duty. This shouldn’t happen right away, however, ‘cause it’s supposed to take from 6 to 8 months to get the company ready for overseas work. He is going to wire you his new address (the one I have may not be right) and will probably be able to explain a little more in detail just exactly what the setup really is. For the present, until he sees what the post is like and what housing conditions are, I am going to stay here. As soon as he can find a room, a tent or a packing box, I’m going to join him! We should be used to this business of being anywhere we can- after all, we’d only been in the apartment 12 days, so we shouldn’t be too much in a rut, and too used to domestic life. Somehow, we haven’t quite been able to see the funny side of the situation as yet, altho’ we should be able to very soon. Everything has been so perfect and so wonderful so far, that we are sure everything will be all right in the very near future.

In the meantime, we try not to think about the time we are separated, and are looking forward to the day when I can meet him in Texarkana.

Somehow, we hated to take time out to finish our Christmas cards (we are making them this year), but I’ll get them out to everyone even if they don’t arrive until the 4th of July! Our Christmas box to you also, was delayed a little, so we’re not too sure it will arrive in time for Christmas. However, we know you’ll understand, and we want you to know that the lateness of arrival in no way dims our Christmas wishes for you.

I find that I’m not as good a soldier’s wife as I thought I was so I’m trying to get a reservation home. I’ll know tomorrow morning whether it’s possible or not, but I rather think I will get there.

Lad and I had a wonderful Christmas celebration last night. We had our tree and gifts then, and although it wasn’t quite the way we had planned, at least we celebrated our first Christmas together, in spite of the fact that it was a little earlier than is customary.

I seem to have rambled on quite a bit. I hope you won’t feel that I am too blue or depressed. You do know of course, how disappointed we both are, but we have known all along that it might happen this way and that we would just have to take it and no questions asked. It’s particularly hard for Lad, though. They did the same thing to him last year and moved him just at Christmas time. I guess, however, that Uncle Sam can’t afford to be sentimental, and as his nieces and nephews, we all have to take things as they come and be cheerful about it. It can’t last forever!

I sincerely promise that my next letter to you will be much more cheerful. With love to all of you–


P.S. We both enjoyed your Christmas box, Dad. You do things just the way I like – (specifically- the little Christmas tree, candy and raisins enclosed with the gifts), Lad took them with him to eat along the way. (The food, I mean – the gifts will be used in appropriate places)


We also got a chance to play your Christmas record, Dad. Enjoyed it very much —

Tomorrow and Sunday, more Special Pictures.

Next week I’ll be posting letters written in December of 1945. Some of the boys are home now but Grandpa waits anxiously for news of those far from home.

Judy Guion