Venezuelan Adventure – The End of Lad’s Voyage (2) – La Guayra – January 5, 1939

      Alfred (Lad) Peabody Guion in Caracas in his Palm Beach Suit

In my last letter I believe we were about to dock in Curaçao, I shall continue on from there.  We docked at about 9:30 and by 10:30 they allowed the passengers to disembark.  The dock was about 2 miles from the center of the city so I took a taxi.  Since Curaçao is a free port and there are no taxes, everything is dirt cheap.  The two-mile ride cost me $.10 and the same back.  Both times they were nice station wagons. 1st a ’38 Chev. and back in a ’39 Ford Deluxe Most of the cars there were not more than one or two years old.  I wandered around in the city which, again, reminded me of Greenwich Village, only Curaçao is much cleaner and nicer.  After wandering around for a couple of hours, I bought another Palm Beach suit, better than the one I bought in N.Y., for only $10.00 and one of those white cord helmets and returned to the boat to watch them load and unload cargo.  They unloaded, among other things, a very large steam shovel and 27 1939 cars, Pontiacs, Buicks and Packard’s. Most of them were Deluxe jobs or special and in addition __ Ford trucks and 5 station wagons.

The outgoing cargo consisted of several thousand tons of coffee and that was about all.  This took until about 10:30 that same evening and then we weighed anchor and continued on for La Guayra.  After that I went to bed.  We were to be in port at about 9:00 so I got up at 5:30 and had everything packed and myself cleaned up and ready to leave at 8:00, when breakfast was served.  After giving the numerous but necessary tips and waiting until 9:30, we all, who were to leave at La Guayra, were asked to report to the Club Room to have our papers checked and everything put in readiness.  By the time that had been attended to, we had docked and only had to wait about 10 minutes for the gangplank to be lowered.  We got to the Customs House and had to wait for our baggage, and – since at eleven o’clock everything comes to rest for two hours – we decided, Mr. Burkhardt and I, to see if we could find someplace to eat.  Outside, we met one of Mr. Burkhardt’s ship acquaintance and he told us he knew La Guayra very well and since he had to have companions in order to enjoy a meal, he suggested that we come along with him to a seashore resort and it was decided that we go Dutch.  They have a funny custom here, at this hotel too.  There is a menu as it is called and on it is printed what you will have for dinner.  If you don’t like it, you go out and try another place.  Each meal, since I have been here, has been a native Venezuelan dish so as yet I don’t know what I do or don’t like.  Well, after the meal, we went back to the Custom H.  and had our baggage pored over.  I came through with only the loss of 5 pkgs. of Chesterfield’s and no duty on anything.  The others came through just as well accept that Mr. Frank De Costa smokes cigars, instead of cigarettes, and he had a box with him which he lost.  By about 3:30 or 4:00 we were ready to leave for Caracas and piled our luggage into a taxi in which the driver consented to take the three of us, plus baggage, to Caracas for $6.00.  The trip from La Guayra to Caracas by road is 30 miles, over a road just about wide enough for two cars to pass, if there has not been a landslide or a washout, that seems to have been hung on the mountainside for the full 30 miles.  The road, plus being steep, up grade most of the way, goes like this

etc. and boy ! the curves are sharp.  The drivers apparently are so used to them that they think they are straight and don’t bother to slow down.  By the time we got to Caracas we were tired of trying to stay on the seats of the big open Lincoln and really appreciated a chance to clean up and rest a little before supper at 7:30.  I can’t tell you what we had but I do know the meat could have been used to cover auto tires with and offered stiff competition to the rubber industry.  After supper, we walked around the town a bit and retired at 10:00.

Got up at 6:30 this AM and Mr. B. went out to start his work.  I have to wait here a few days for Mr. Human to come for me and during that time, I think, I’ll try to learn a little Spanish from my book.  Had lunch about 1:00 and wondered about town for a short while and then set down in our room to pen this note!

As ever –

Laddie

Tomorrow, a brief note from Grandpa to Lad and another letter from Lad in Caracas.

Judy Guion

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Trumbull – Dear Army of Occupation – Grandpa’s Worries and Letters From Marian and Ced – October 22, 1944

 

Alfred Duryee Guion - summer, 1946

Home Detachment stationed at Trumbull, Conn.

October 22, 1944

Dear Army of Occupation:

(“Occupation” meaning employed, keeping busy, etc., written in the hope you will get busy and write another letter home one of these days.”)

Well, once again, armed (to the teeth) with my Sunday rapid-fire pipe, consuming more matches per hour then a B-32 does gasoline, and with my faithful Remington ready to pop away with its staccato fire, I start forth to battle those Allied foes, distance and new experiences, that would fain destroy your remembrance of “the old folks at home”.

My greatest concern at this writing (and I might as well get the worst out of my system at the start) is the lack of news lately from Dan. I don’t like that word “forward” in the latest address he sent me. Of course that may mean he is so busy chasing Heinies back to their homeland that he hasn’t time “between maps” to use the postal service. Still, I suppose maps must be prepared so that we can make our leaps forward into enemy territory (and apropos of this, at home we too are winning the war by “Jeeps and bonds”. According to the news from MacArthur this week, they are doing the leaping over in the Pacific area. However, Dan, before I drop the subject, just remember you are getting to be a big boy now. You have a birthday celebration coming up this week and you’ll be a year older since I heard from you last. That’s quite a long while between drinks, as the Governor of North Carolina is reported to have remarked to the Governor of South Carolina. And speaking of Governors, the Hon. Raymond Baldwin has once again called upon the Guion organization to help him attain leadership of the Commonwealth of Connecticut. We are supposed, within the next few days, to turn out some 20,000 multigraph letters for him, and how I miss Dave under these circumstances. I could hardly turn down the job so I finally got in touch with George Lipovsky who very kindly consented to come over, set up the letter and run at least some of them off for me. We have to fold them as well, so it looks like papa will be busy for a few days. To get ready for this job I worked until 11:30 Friday night, all yesterday afternoon (Sat.) so that “winterizing” the home has not preceded apace this week. I did get a little weather stripping down this afternoon and a few more screens taken down, but it is a long job with only one pair of hands.

The other fly in my ointment is twins – – the persisting rumors that both Lad and Dave – – the youngest and oldest – – are scheduled before the end of the year to take a trip across the big drink. I have not heard from Dave this week but Marian, my old news standby (old of course being a term of endearment and having no reference direct or implied to the age of the party aforesaid), says “that old overseas question is getting closer and closer. We had so hoped we could spend our first anniversary together, but we aren’t too sure now. In the meantime we avoid the subject like poison. Lad has secured authorization for enough gasoline for Marian to drive to Connecticut when and if, and she says: “one of these mornings (evidently she expects to travel at night) I may come blowing in with the breeze (how did she know I did not get all the chicks caulked up?). Looks as though I’m going to cash in that rain check very soon now. Also, according to her letter, Lad has reversed the theme of that song about finding a billion-dollar baby in a five and $.10 store, for she says: “now that Lad is on the day shift again and I have some spare time during the day, I’m working again. This time it is at Woolworth’s, and it is very enlightening to say the least. It keeps one hopping trying to figure out what the customer wants. A colored lady came in today and asked for what I thought was a “straight comb”. I showed her everything we had but she insisted I didn’t understand. Turns out she wanted a “straight’n” comb to take the kinks out of her hair !!! (Reference Opus 63, mamas li’l baby likes short’n Bread.) And referring to the branch meeting of the clan, she writes: “we had the grandest visit with Dave weekend before last. We spent Saturday and part of Sunday with him and wished it could have been longer. I’m so glad I got a chance to meet him. He and Lad are a great deal alike. I watched them walking down the street together and there was no question as to their being related. (Note by Editor: That remark, young lady, with its sinister implication demands further explanation). They even stand the same way with their feet crossed. See what I mean? Anyway we had a grand time together and left with the fervent hope that it won’t be too long before we meet again under more favorable circumstances”.

And good old Ced becomes the father of a three page letter with interesting detail of local happenings. There is too much to quote verbatim, to say nothing of the long letter from Rusty which he also enclosed, which if you don’t mind Ced, I will retain for a while until my business and home rush is over somewhat because I should like to copy it and send it to the boys who, knowing Rusty, would be much interested in his doings “fathest” North where the winter is frozen most of the year and cars are few. Here are some of the highlights of Ced’s news. Art Woodley is now a father of a baby boy. Ced has added a few more flying hours to his logbook and is now studying for a radio license so that he can use the aircraft communications services. At the time he wrote (please date your letters, Ced, because ofttimes the postmark is illegible) there had been some frost and it was chilly riding to work on his bike. He is now a member of the choir of the Presbyterian Church and enjoys it. Pistons for the Buick finally arrived so he will have to get busy and install them, putting the bike into winter storage. He received a package from Rusty containing an ivory letter opener, ivory buttons and a bracelet and bead set, all carefully packed in the hollow of a human skull, minus the lower jaw – – probably the skull of some ancient Eskimo or a Siberian ancestor of the same. The ski season is about to open. The snow is creeping down the mountains with every rain in the city of Anchorage. The ski club soon elects officers. Ced is on the nominating committee. Anchorage is growing. Dan and Dick wouldn’t know the outskirts of town anymore. There are three huge government housing projects underway and more to come – – new apartments, two new stores, gas stations, homes, etc., where formally were vacant lots. There is a new book out on Alaska entitled “I Got a Country”. The story takes place in the town of “Inlet” but to those who are in the know it is really Anchorage. According to official records Anchorage airport tops all others in the country as to the number of airplane operations (July, 1944) 9553. Also in the 9000 class but less than Anchorage are Columbus Ohio; El Paso, Texas; Miami, Fla; La Guardia field, N.Y.; Richmond, Va.; Sacramento, Calif; Salt Lake City, Utah.

To you, Dan, I have already sent a special V-mail birthday letter and to you as well as Dick I got off Christmas boxes containing small remembrances from Aunt Betty, Aunt Elsie and myself. There is no telling when you will receive them as in Bridgeport alone on the siding there are 20 freight cars filled with Christmas packages from this vicinity alone, 15 for shipment via New York and five from San Francisco, a total of 218,000 parcels altogether.

My bed time is drawing near with the end of this page, so until next time, a pleasant good night from     DAD

Tomorrow, the last post for Voyage to Venezuela. It is Lad’s first letter from Caracas letting the home folk know about his first week in Venezuela. The story will continue next week with letters written in 1939.

On Sunday I have some more Special Pictures.

On Monday, we go back in time to 1939, when Lad and Dan are working in Venezuela and Grandpa begins writing letters to his sons, so far from home.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear G.I. Joe – A Birthday and News From Marian and Dave – October 15, 1944

Aunt Betty Duryee

Trumbull, Conn.,  October 15, 1944

Dear G. I. Joe:

(and of course Ced and Marian also)

There is little of interest to report this week in the way of local importance.  We celebrated Aunt Betty’s birthday Wednesday, which by a strange coincidence was her birthday.  The day before she was thrilled by getting an appreciative birthday letter from Dave, and the day after one each from Lad and Marian, so it turned out to be a sort of three-day celebration.  In commemoration of passing her 81st milestone she had the day before signed a new will and also took the bandage off her leg.  I don’t think I told you in any of my previous letters that a week or so ago, while carrying the kitchen stove in one hand and the dining room table in the other, she slipped just outside the telephone booth where the dining room has ambitions of becoming a 2nd story into the living room, and sprained or bruised her knee.  The public health nurse was summoned and told her to bathe it and if this was not effective within a short time, to see a doctor.  The pain still persisting, she did see a doctor one day through Catherine’s courtesy.  Her leg was strapped and she was told to keep off it as much as possible and avoid going up and down stairs.  As aforementioned, the leg having improved under this treatment the day before her birthday, the bandage was removed and she is now practically O.K. again.

In a letter received from Dave this week (and also in Lad’s letter to Aunt Betty) there was an announcement of a pioneer’s movement gradually closing on Marian.  When General Dan’s army of occupation and General Dick’s Brazilian contingent close in on the flanks, the encirclement will be complete.  For the benefit of those of you who are not as familiar with military strategy, I will explain to you layman that this means that the APG’s and DPG finally met, having compromised on a halfway meeting place, sort of a Teheran conference in the Guion annals.  The news dispatch of the proceedings is as follows: “Well, at long last I’ve met my 2nd sister-in-law.  I got a three-day pass for Saturday, Sunday and Monday to Little Rock, Ark., and left camp Friday night.  Lad got a week-end pass good until Monday morning.  We met about 9:30 Saturday morning.  I spent all day Saturday and Sunday morning with them.  I like Marian very much — but who doesn’t?  Lad looks fine and everything was perfect — except that I was going to go back to Miss.  with them until we found the connections were so poor.  (You see they had driven up to Little Rock in the Buick).  I left them at 12:30 Sunday noon.  I spent the night at the Salvation Army USO at Ft. Smith where I am now.  A bus at noon to Fayetteville, where I will spend the afternoon and evening, thence by bus to Neosho.  I expect to reach camp at 5:30 tomorrow morning.  I just figured out that on a 3-day pass I could come to Trumbull and stay for almost an hour if you could meet me at the Railway station.  I’ll soon be going through Van Buren, Bob Burn’s hometown.  This trip is taking me through the Ozarks where there certainly is some beautiful scenery.  These Ark. towns are certainly “Western”.  All the Juke boxes play Bradley Kincaid — Ced would love it here.”

Marian again has earned her right to maintain her title, but best of all was the long-expected photo of Lad and Marian, and it was well worth waiting for.  Thank you both very much.  I didn’t reply by air mail to your letter as to what Dick might want because both Jean and myself are absolutely at a loss what to send in our own boxes, so you’ll just have to “shut your eyes, grab hard and trust in the Lord”.

No other letters.  I’ve waited so patiently now for more news from Dan and Ced.  I hope it won’t be long now.

DAD

Tomorrow, a letter from Marian and on Friday, another from Grandpa.

Judy Guion

Voyage to Venezuela (16) – On Board the Santa Rosa – January 2, 1939

 

GRACE  LINE                                                                                                                                                                      Monday, Jan. 2

4:00 P.M.

ON BOARD

Santa Rosa

   Dear Family: –

Well, tomorrow we are scheduled to dock at Curaçao at 9:00 A.M. and will probably lie at rest until 6:00 or 7:00 tomorrow evening. Thence on to La Guayra.  Everything so far has been fine and you can tell Dave, for me too, that I have not been seasick at all.

I have written Cecilia a fairly detailed account of the first day and a half of the trip  so I will just give a short resume and for details you had better see her.  Friday afternoon and Saturday morning I spent in exploring the ship and meeting a few of the many friends I have made up to the present.  Saturday aft.  I spent reading, I believe, and writing.  In the evening we had a Welcome Dinner in order to promote a more universal feeling of good-will among the passengers, which was fairly successful, and then a party in the combination Club Room and Bar.  No, I didn’t get drunk, in fact all I had was a bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon and then I sat around and watched everyone else have a good or bad time, as the cases may have been.  I retired about 2:00 A.M. Sunday (yesterday), Jan.1, 1939.

I woke up too late for breakfast, which was from 9:00 to 10:00, so I slept again til 1:00 and had lunch.  I made a few trips around the deck and by about 3:00 it began to blow quite hard.  I sat in my deck chair and read a little and then studied my Spanish book until about 5:30.  By that time there was quite a strong breeze but it was very warm so I took a shower and dressed in white for dinner.  At: 9:00 there was a showing of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, which I enjoyed very much and then dancing in the Club Room until 12:00.

I got up in time for breakfast and then spent about an hour watching the waves, sea and flying fish.  Then on the boat deck, way up on top, I played a game of shuffleboard, which I lost 102 to 92, and then went below to dress for lunch.  After lunch there was a game of horse racing at which I won $1.25 for Mr. Burkhardt, I didn’t bet at all, and then I came up here to the lounge which brings me up to the present.

At 5:00 there is to be trap-shooting which I will watch, then supper and at 9:00 a pre-showing of a brand-new movie which has not yet been released at the theaters, so they say.  After that I shall probably retire in preparation for tomorrow.

This letter and the one to Cecilia will leave Curaçao by plane tomorrow, I believe, so it will probably be a few days before you get another.  Well, so much for that.

The sea has been quite smooth and the weather fine so far.  Right now I am perspiring sitting on the deck in the shade of an open window with my white suit on so you can see it is a little bit warm.

Lots of love,

Laddie

Army Life – Dear Dad – Plans for Christmas – December 21, 1943

 

Marian (Irwin) Guion

Tuesday

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–

Marian

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).

M

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

 

Tomorrow, a letter from Lad on board the Santa Rosa and mailed in Curacao.

On Sunday, more Special Pictures. Next week, letters written in 1944.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Gang – Ced Has Arrived – December 19, 1943

 

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Cedric Duryee Guion

Trumbull, Conn., Dec. 19, 1943

Dear Gang:

Well, if old Ponce de Leon had ever found the Fountain of Youth and imbibed a draught of the elixir of life, I would have known just how he felt when, after sitting up last Sunday night figuring out when Ced might possibly arrive home after receiving an airmail letter dated Calgary, in he walked about eight A.M. Tuesday morning, having stepped off the Montréal train at Bridgeport at 7:45 and hopping in a taxi (which incidentally couldn’t make our driveway). The candle, which as per my promise, I had kept burning for him the night before, was badly guttered in the holder as it stood on the electric stove just inside the back door, as he marched in with his hands full of baggage — the same old towering Ced. He looks about the same except that we all agreed he has filled out a bit, at least as far as his face is concerned. His trip from Seward to Seattle was uneventful except for the blackout Friday and Saturday (the first and second days out) after five P.M., and the gulf being a bit rough. Stops at Juneau, where, as usual, it rained and at Ketchikan where, for a wonder, it was clear and sunshiny, were enjoyed. On his arrival at Seattle chances for a plane trip East were so indefinite that he finally decided to retrace his steps as far as Vancouver and take a Canadian Pacific train to Montréal, which he did. It was bitterly cold at Montréal – much colder than in Alaska, but as related he reached Trumbull safe and sound and weren’t we glad to see him! Needless to say, I was late to work that morning. Since then we have been learning all about Anchorage first-hand. We were all invited over to Ives for dinner Thursday night and had a most enjoyable evening, supper followed by movies of their Hatian trip and scenes from Trumbull. What a comfort to have Ced home again and to know he will be here about a month. His plans are to leave here around the middle of January and return via Los Angeles in order to visit the newlyweds. Carl came home last night for a short visit and Ced went over to see him this morning. Tomorrow Ced is going to Bridgeport with me and plans Tuesday, to go to New York with Aunt Betty to see Grandma, etc. He brought a host of things from Alaska in the way of gifts for us all, which of course we are eagerly awaiting to open on Christmas.

No letters this week from either Lad, Dan or Dick, which may not mean they have not written but merely that the Christmas mail is slowing things up. Oh, yes, this morning for breakfast we had real Alaskan sourdough pancakes prepared by Alaskan Ced himself, with enough of the batter left over to form the nucleus of another batch for later consumption.

We have not shown yet any of the Alaskan or South American movies, none of which Ced has seen, but probably will, if not tonight, soon, as Ced also has some slides which he sent home and are now, according to reports, awaiting him at the railroad station.

There is much more to write, but I’ll cut this letter short here as there is so much to do and hear and talk about and right now they are awaiting me in the kitchen (I hope). Anyway, I’m sure you’ll be charitable and forgive my not writing more under the circumstances. I only wish you were all here too.

DAD

Tomorrow and Thursday, another letter from Grandpa. I’ll finish out the week with another letter from Marian to The Gang in Trumbull.

Judy Guion

 

Trumbull – Dear Lad, Marian, Dan and Dick (2) – Dave’s Departure and a Letter From Marian – December 12, 1943

This is the second page of a letter to everyone except Ced, who is on his way to Trumbull.

page 2    12/12/43

As to mail time, I am interested to know if my letters arrive regularly at weekly intervals and if so, what the average time of transmittal is. In August and September you used V-mail, which took from 6 to 11 days en route. The average was 8 1/2 days. Airmail, which you have been using lately, however, takes an average of 18 days and one letter you sent by soldier mail was 26 days coming. I am glad to know the shoes reached you safely. They were sent in September and you say were received early in November, but you failed to mention whether the kodascope film, which I had considerable difficulty in obtaining, and the chewing gum, etc., which I had packed inside the shoes also reached you, or whether in repacking in New York (if they do that) these were omitted. Incidentally, since then I have sent two packages containing Kleenex, etc., which I hope also reaches you together with a few Christmas tokens jointly from Aunt Betty, Aunt Elsie and myself. I wrote to Sylvia in Canada the other day giving her your address and mentioning the fact she might have some friends in London on whom you might like to call. It also occurs to me that if by any quirk of fortune you should be in the vicinity of Aberdeen, Scotland, you might like to look up Scotty’s folks (WOOLLARD) at 1 Bankhead Rd., Bucksburn, Aberdeenshire, Scotland.

Another nice long letter from Marian mentions the fact that for the present they have established the Guion California address at 141 Stratford Ave., South Pasadena (the Stratford part makes it seem close to home anyway). While Marian has not seen it yet, is supposed to be a completely furnished apartment, four years old, consisting of living room, bedroom and kitchen, with bath. The fact that it is over a garage perhaps made an appeal to Lad. Unfortunately the package containing Lad’s photo was not insured and there is very little chance of tracing it if it is not returned. I am not even sure whether I mailed it in Trumbull or in Bridgeport, nor am I certain where I addressed it, but I think it was to you at the Camp Fire Girls office. Thanks for your helpful hints as to what gifts would fit in best with what you have, but I’m rather hesitant to suggest glassware or anything breakable to go so far on account of the breakage danger.

We had a real cold snap yesterday so I started the furnace. The house is quite comfortable today.

Dave has received his induction notice and is quite delighted. He goes to New Haven for his final December 23rd and believes he will be definitely on his way, January 11th.

To some of you, this letter will probably not be received in time to convey Yuletide greetings, furthermore it will not seem very Christmasy probably to either you or me. It doesn’t seem as though the day were so close. I suppose with all of you so scattered and so far away and with war shadows hanging over things it is hard to get into the right spirit. But you can be sure, when the day comes, that we all at home will be thinking of you and wishing for the dawn of that tomorrow which will see us all gathered together again in a real spirit of peace and goodwill to men.

DAD

Tomorrow, another letter from Marian.

On Saturday, a letter from Lad, mailed from Curacao, about his trip so far on the Santa Rosa, bound for Venezuela. 

On Sunday, more Special Pictures.

Judy Guion