Special Picture # 306 – Spring Island – August, 1999

This stone breakwater at Sandy Beach is usually under 6-10 inches of water.


The usual waterline is right up to the bushes, no stones visible.


The black area is usually below the water.


Normally you can only see the top of these rocks above the black area and the water reaches the trees and shrubs.


Again, normally, only the top of the rock on the far left is above water.


Tomorrow I’ll begin posting letters from 1944 when Grandpa is writing to his five sons away from home and scattered around the world.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 305 – Spring Island (1) – 1999

In the middle of winter, I need a “Spring Island Fix”. These are pictures I just came across taken in August of 1999, during an extremely dry summer. I don’t ever remember seeing the water level this low in over 65 years. I’ll be sharing these pictures for the next two weekends.

To the left is Bathtub Rock, almost empty of water.


Behind the Birch tree is a rock formation that creates a chair, one of my “Special Places”.


This is hard to see, but the water has sculpted two seats in the upper rock next to Bathtub Rock.


We call the rock in the upper right “Sunset Rock” because it makes a perfect seat or leaning space to view the Sunset behind Red Hill. The water usually comes up to the black area on the rocks.


We call this area “Sandy Beach” but the actual beach starts at the far left behind the blueberry bushes. I took this picture because there was so much more beach. At the bottom of the picture is the Big Flat Rock, which is usually covered by water.


Tomorrow and next weekend, I’ll post more pictures of this very unusual view of Spring Island.

On Monday I’ll begin posting letters written in 1944. All five boys are now serving Uncle Sam in one capacity or another.

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 251 – My first Trip to the Island – Summer, 1949



My first trip to the Island – probably the summer of 1949 –

Judy, my younger brother Greg, my twin, Doug


my little sister, Lynn

Tomorrow, more Special Pictures.

My internet has been down all week, so on Monday, I’ll begin by re-posting the first section of a long letter from Grandpa to Dave, Dan and Paulette and Ced, written in October, 1945. I’ll continue with the rest of the letter during the week.

Judy Guion

Friends – From Trumbull and Venezuela – July, 1941

APG - Post card from Edna and Peggy Beebe - 1941

APG - Post card mesage from Edna and Peggy Beebe - July, 1941

This post card came addressed to Alfred Guion and family and reads:

Hello Aunt Betty, Mr. Guion, Laddie and Dave –

With four chattering females gathered around me I can’t think of much of a message – constructive or otherwise – We are having a good time, tho’.

Love – Edna and Peggy (Beebe)


Edna Beebe is third from the left wearing a plaid dress. Her sister Peggy was a good friend of Biss’s.


This is a short note, addressed to Al (Lad)  from a friend from Venezuela named Katherine Frost, I believe the wife of someone who worked with Lad at the Socony-Vacuum Oil Company.

New York City

July 2, 1941

Dear Al:

We’re finally back here after a glorious, if hectic, vacation – 8500 mile trip in three weeks. (We talked Socony into an extra week but then they held us in New York five days and then had us report back two days early.)

Enclosed is the film – for which thanks a million. I still think it a master shot.

We sail tomorrow noon. Drop us a line one of these days – and don’t fail to come back to Pariaguan one of these days.


Katherine Frost

I’ll complete the week with a letter from Grandpa to Dick (and Dan and Ced) and  another letter to Lad from friends in Venezuela. 

Judy Guion

Early Memories of Trumbull (16) – Spring Island

The Island

The Island

Our Island, on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire,  is a special place for our family  and holds many memories. Here, my father and some of his siblings recall memories of the first years they spent there.

LAD – When I was 12, Rusty Heurlin took Dan Ced and I to the Island on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire, which they owned. We went to Lee’s Mill and rowed from there. It was late in the evening when we got there and Rusty wasn’t sure he was going to the right place, but we got there. Among other things, Rusty told us of his boyhood experiences at the lake. This particular summer that we went, there was a lot of logging going on and one particular day a tug boat was going down from Lee’s Mill to the Broads, pulling a long line of barges, maybe half a mile long. Rusty told us to get into the rowboat and he rowed toward the barges. Just before we reached them, he wowed awfully hard and fast and the rowboat went up over the logs and into the water on the other side. That’s what I remember about it. After all the barges went by, we went back to the island.

I remember our family went up to the Island a few times, and I remember Rusty went with us the first time. We were supposed to meet his sister, Anna, and then she was going to lead us to the island. Apparently she began to worry about the fact that we had not gotten there yet. It was getting late in the afternoon, so she and her brother-in-law, and her husband, decided to go looking for us. There was only one road so we had to be on it. They passed a car coming  the other way where someone had his feet out the window and she said “That’s my brother.”  So they turned around and everything went fine from there. We had a nice time at the Island and Dad really enjoyed it very much. I think maybe the next year or so, we did the same thing again, although we knew where we were going this time. We didn’t have to meet Anna, Ingrid or Britta and Rusty may or may not have been with us.

CED – When we first went to the Island, probably about 1924 or 1925, there was nothing on it at all. We’d take a tent. My Dad would load up the big old touring car. To begin with, we used a canoe and a rowboat to get out to the Island.

The Island belonged to the Heurlin’s and they let us use it. We used it long before we bought it. Through Rusty, we met his family. His mother and father came over from Sweden, his father spoke with a strong accent. He was a Customs Agent in Boston. They were a nice couple and lived in Wakefield, Massachusetts in a nice house.

BISS -my first recollection of the Island was when I was about 12 or 13, somewhere along there. At that time Rusty or is family owned the Island. He took us kids up there and of course, there was nothing on the island. I picked a rock to sleep on. It was probably the big, flat rock near Bathtub Rock. That was my bed.

One night, Rusty and two guys from around the lake, named Eustace and Sully (we kid’s called them “Useless” and “Silly”) went to a house on the mainland where some Irish policemen were on vacation. They were going to help them celebrate. Rusty came back three sheets to the wind, oh, he was really out of it. He staggered up from the Point.

DAVE – Rusty had a couple of friends on the lake, Eustace (Rusty called him “Useless”. The other guy’s name was Sully and Rusty called him “Silly”. Rusty is the last person to call someone silly. I remember one time he decided to make himself a meal. So he took a piece of bread and he proceeded to put anything and everything that was edible on top of that piece of bread and he ate the whole thing. Then he went out and stood on a rock and  belched loud enough so people on the other side of the lake could hear him, I’m sure. He was a character, a funny guy.

The first time I went to the island, it was a two-day trip to get up there – we used to leave Trumbull, drive up to Rusty’s parent’s house, stay overnight then drive up the rest of the way. Rusty had a couple of friends who were at the island one time I was there. We had spaghetti for supper that night. Around 2 or 3 o’clock I no longer had that spaghetti. I don’t know what they had in it, but something made me sick.

Bissie wrote a letter to her father:


Dear Dad,

Everything is going along fine up here. David, for the first time, lost his dinner. He lost it in the middle of the night. He had a pretty tough night. He has been sleeping with me since you left.

Today is the day Anna (Ingrid) and Lars are supposed to come up and we are hoping that they come. There was a party of policemen from  Wister (Worcester)  on a camping trip here and we get half our food from them. They are nice, kind-hearted men. We are going on a picnic with Mr. (Climmens) (I guess that’s the way you spell it) and one or two  friends of his tomorrow. Rusty is over visiting them now. The police gave us a real Italian spaghetti dinner last night.



Dave had shared his story of the spaghetti dinner with me during our recording session. It was almost two years later that I found the letter from Bissie to her father. I found it fascinating that their memories of the incident were so similar after over 70 years.

Does your family have a special place or traditions linked to a particular place? Leave a comment and let me know about it,

Judy Guion

Special Picture # 163 The Island – Island Sunsets

I am going to be on The Island until July 13th so I thought I’d give you an idea of what it has looked like over the 70 years we have owned it.

Spring Island - Sunset - 2006 (Judy)

Spring Island - Sunset 2007 (Judy)

Spring Island - Sunset - 2011

Spring Island - Sunset - 2013

Tomorrow and throughout the week, I’ll be posting letters written in 1944, when all five boys are scattered around the world, helping win the War and freedom for all Americans.

Judy Guion