Alfred Duryee Guion – The Beginning (3) – The Lincoln Avenue House

This is a continuation of a series I have composed including my Grandfather’s Reminiscences and the memories of his children.

ADG - Alfred Beck Guion @ 1885

Alfred Beck Guion

ADG - Lincoln Ave, House

Lincoln Avenue House

ADG - Alfred Duryee Guion and Elsie May Guion about 1995

Alfred Duryee Guion and Elsie May Guion


My father, who insisted on having the best regardless of expense, was quite proud of this house. He had an architect design it. My grandfather, being in the lumber business, was able to procure exceptional lumber for its construction so that each of the rooms was finished differently, one in cherry, one in black walnut, one in quartered oak, one in circassian walnut, etc., all selected for their beautiful graining. On the ground floor was what we called the “round room” in which even the windowpanes were curved glass. The maid’s room on the top floor was necessary because in those days it was customary to a higher a maid.

The house was situated on the corner of Lincoln and Fulton Avenues. At the time we moved there it was one of the few houses in the neighborhood, although Mr. Primrose, a famous minstrel of those days, lived about a block away. Lincoln Avenue was a dirt road and Fulton Avenue existed only on the map. Our house was at the end of the stagecoach line from the railroad station and on cold winter days the floor of the stage was covered with straw for warmth. Carson was the name of the driver and was drunk practically every night, much to my father’s disgust.

A few years later and English family named Chivvis built a house on the opposite corner similar architecturally to ours. Partitioned off in their cellar was a room for an old retired sailor known as “Uncle Charlie”, a crotchety old fellow and quite moody although occasionally he sang sea chanties and told us some interesting yarns. “Us” refers to me and Freddie Chivvis, a boy of my own age whom I never liked very much.

Another neighboring family, also English, was named Watkins. I recall them quite distinctly because they were always so proper and stiff. The family consisted of an aged mother, about the size and shape and always dressed exactly like the pictures of England’s Queen Victoria, who was then still living, two elderly daughters, a middle-aged son, a big mastiff named “Gillid” and the nasty, snappy, ill-natured little cur named “Whoppy”, made up the rest of the family. They went to our church until the son, who was the church Treasurer, absconded with the funds.

We owned a good-sized lot by the side of our house where a group of my boy friends gathered after school to play association football, tag, prisoner’s base, red Rrover, etc.

For a few months I attended a private school run by a couple of old maids, later being one of the first pupils attending the opening of the new grammar school. Revisiting it in later years, I marveled how the big doors had shrunk in size, and the doorknob, which I had remembered as up so high as to be difficult to reach, had now been lowered considerably.

In 2013, my cousin and I were able to take a road trip to Mount Vernon and find this house. Most of the distinctive features have been removed or covered up but here are some pictures I was able to take.


Lincoln Avenue - Maid's room

Lincoln Avenue – Maid’s room

Lincoln Avenue - Round Room

Lincoln Avenue – Round Room

Lincoln Avenue - original tile entryway

Lincoln Avenue – original tile entryway

Lincoln Avenue - Fireplace

Lincoln Avenue – Fireplace

Lincoln Avenue - original tile fireplace hearth

Lincoln Avenue – original tile fireplace hearth

Lincoln Avenue - original wood trim

Lincoln Avenue – original wood trim

Lincoln Avenue - stained glass window

Lincoln Avenue – stained glass window

This was an extraordinary experience, being able to see my grandfather as a young boy walking in the front door and actually stepping on those tiles.

Tomorrow, I’ll continue my grandfather’s Reminiscences. On Monday, I’ll be posting letters written in 1941. Family and Friends are looking forward to Lad’s return from Venezuela. Dick is going to Alaska to deliver a car to Dan and Ced. 

Judy Guion



Trumbull – Lad’s Promotion and Aunt Betty’s Plans (1) – Nov., 1940

APG - Lad (head only) on horseback in Venezuela - 1940

NO. 101     November 10, 1940

Dear Lad:

I have just been examining the map after reading in your last letter that you visited Cubagua and will be much interested in reading your account of the trip when you get around to finishing it. If it has not already been sent by the time you get this, here are some of the things I hope you will cover: purpose of trip, business or vacation, and how it came about. Route taken from Pariaguan. Instead of motoring to Maturin as you did enroute to Trinidad, I suppose this time you went by way of Aragua and Barcelona, thence by concrete road to Cumana. All this, of course, on the assumption you went either in your own car or another’s, and not by plane. According to the map there are three steamship lines that run from Guanta and Cumania to Porlamar but it does not show any stops at Cubagua, so maybe after all it was a plane trip. And by the way, will you please locate for me the exact location of Guanta so that I can find it on the map?

The second news item IS sumpin’. I have expected this for some time, and I suppose you have too, but to have it finally come through and to know definitely that you have fallen air to Chris’s job and that you are now heading up repairs and transportation is mighty pleasing. Does that mean an increase in pay too? Is it only a temporary job until Chris returns from his vacation or will they give him something else to do and keep you on that permanently, or at least until your time is up in May? Of course you know I want to present you my little fatherly nosegay with all the other good luck horseshoes and floral bouquets you merit on your forward step. (Hold on now for Jack Benny). Do you see Fred Chion occasionally? We are still having typical autumn weather here. Clear cool days. No snow yet. I have not started the furnace yet; in fact it was not until yesterday that I finally got it in running shape. The only thing remaining now is to cement up the cracks where the smoke stack enters the brick chimney, and get some coal. Do you suppose I can get a Christmas gift to you this year under the “sample of no commercial value” ruling and if so, please tell me what would be most acceptable to you. And if you can answer this query by return mail it might be possible to get something off to you in time to arrive before December 25th.

Ced @ 1945


Last Monday, in the same mail bringing Lad’s letter, I also received yours (without date) but postmarked October 26th telling me about your first piloting lesson. Tomorrow I hope I will receive another from you or Dan or both of you telling me about Dan’s birthday and also about registering for the draft. Tuesday, hoping there would be some good election news, I took Dave and Dick to New York (Times Square) to hear the returns. Don Whitney went with us. Needless to say the results of the voting marred what might have been a very enjoyable celebration. Some of the sting and disappointment and general dis-heartedness was relieved by your letter and Lad’s of the day before, but I hate to think of four more years of the Raw Deal. Nobody wants to shoot Santa Claus and I suppose some 10 millions of those who voted for FDR were those who have received handouts or hold jobs in the inflated boards and commissions that would be pared down if someone with less recklessness in the spending of the taxpayers money for other than defense purposes came into office.

Tomorrow I’ll finish this letter with news of Dave, Dick and other local news.

On Thursday and Friday, I’ll post another letter from Grandpa to his sons in Venezuela and Alaska.

On Saturday and Sunday, more Special Pictures.

Judy Guion

Life in Alaska – Trip to The Kenai Peninsula – Sept., 1941

The following article, published in a local Alaskan newspaper in 1941, was sent to A.D. Guion telling of a trip his son Dan took to explore Homer and other Alaskan towns in the Kenai Peninsula.

Dan, Ced and car

Dan, Ced and car

Daniel Guion Discovers An Alaskan Town Where No Fuel Bill Ever Worries Man

A utopia where land is free, coal is scattered by nature like rocks along the beaches, “fat rainbows” abound in the streams and brown bear and moose in the hills – such wonders in the heart of Alaska, Daniel B Guion, now in an engineering post with the United States government air base at Anchorage, has discovered after 14 months of residence in Uncle Sam’s most northern possession.

A year ago last July, Guion, but recently returned from a similar assignment in the tropics of Venezuela, decided on an excursion into the opposite regions of the Americans. Second of the five sons in the family of Mr. and Mrs. Alfred D Guion, well-known Trumbull residents, he found enthusiastic response in Cedric, the brother third in line, on his arrival in Anchorage.

Trio of brothers there

Only last spring, Richard, the fourth son, chose to follow in the same adventurist path, and at the present time, is also a federal employee at the Anchorage airport project.

DBG - Dan in Alaskan doorway-1940

Recently, Daniel left on an exploration trip to the Kenai Peninsula where he caught his first glimpse of Homer, one of the Alaskan spots still open to homesteading where, “virtually in our backyard since we came to Anchorage,” he writes, “is the paradise we’d heard about.”

In a graphic story of his travels,  he wrote of the Homer of Alaska to his parents: He says: “The reputation of Homer has always seemed much higher than could possibly be true, but upon seeing it, one is confronted with irrefutable evidence….

“Homer is one of the several places in Alaska still open to homesteading. It differs from the rest, however, in being situated in a country upon which nature has lavished every luxury conceivable.

“Land is free for those who wish to Homestead, and cheap for the man who wants to buy. By plane, Anchorage is only an hour and a half distant, and the CAA is building a landing field. Several miles of good gravel roads have been made by the Alaskan Road Commission, and it is possible that sometime in the future there will be a road connecting Homer to Anchorage and the rest of Alaska. When this happens, those who own property in and around Homer will be raised on a crest of prosperity beyond all bounds.

In summer in Homer, the moderating influence of the sea keeps the air pleasantly cool despite the long days of bright sunshine. In winter, the Japanese stream exerts the milding influences to such an extent that snow seldom stays long on the lowlands. Spring comes early, and autumn late. Rainfall is moderate throughout most of the year, and this ideal combination of elements promotes the growth of lush fields of hay and thick copses of berries without the aid of man. Celery, beets, peas, cabbage, carrots, potatoes and a variety of other fruits and vegetables thrive in the rich soil of the bottom lands. Fishing is good all year round. From the beach can be gathered clams and mussels.

DBG - Eklutna village home

As you may have heard, Cook Inlet has the second largest tide in the world (the Bay of Fundy being first). Coming or going, the waters flow as swiftly and turbulently as a mighty river. Sailing was delayed an hour and a half, the outgoing tide pushing the boat against the dock. After much maneuvering and clanging of bells, and pushing, and pulling of ropes, the ship, Monterey, was wheeled away from the docks. The first night was spent watching the northern lights and a few whales now and then but never very close.

Climbing up to land

Shortly after lunch we rounded the 7 mile long spot which projects out into the inlet to form a roadway out to a dock . . . the point of disembarkation for Homer. The dock is built of pilings a good 30 feet high to allow for the extremes of tide, so we had to climb a ladder to dock. A truck was waiting to take us to Homer.

After visiting Homer the ship Monterey sailed again, past the volcanic Augustin Island into the quiet waters of Kachemac Bay. With bright sun streaks across the gently ruffled surface of the Bay, the town of Seldovia, clinging to the precipitous edges of a rocky hill was seen. . . . .  A town of pilings and boardwalks below and cabins and cottages hugging the hills above.  . . . .  surmounted at the summit by a little, weather-beaten, square church with the bulging steeple of Byzantine architecture that was testimony to the Russian influence.

I would love to see the Alaska that Uncle Dan saw on this trip, if it still exists.

Tomorrow and Friday, another letter from Grandpa to the “Trio From Alaska”.

Judy Guion


Peabodys and Duryees – A Word From Aunt Betty – Sept., 1940


Aunt Betty with Doug and Judy (cropped) - 1953

APG - Aunt Betty letter about Duryee family history, Sept, 1940


72 Elm Ave.


Sept. 8, 1940

Dear Laddie,

Your letter of July 28th, which I received on Aug. 6th, made me feel ashamed of myself for not answering your former letter to me last May. You certainly returned good for evil and I appreciate it and hope you will forgive me as well.

You see I am trying to make amends by writing so soon after getting the letter and picture of you feeding the deer, it is a very good picture of you, and the deer must be very tame. You spoke of your father mentioning about my saying that I had not heard from you for ages, as I have said, I did get a letter in May. You did say in that letter that you had received a birthday letter, but what I had really meant was whether you had received the account of the Duryee family that I had sent at Christmas time, for since sending that, I have mislaid my copy, so please keep your copy for it is now the only record we have.

Now this letter, which I received on August 6, does answer all my questions and you have indeed thanked me for everything.

Now about the trip on Mother’s Day. It was a lovely Sunday in May and Dad, Richard, Cedric and Daniel came down in a new Buick car he was trying out, stayed to dinner here at the Knolls, then Dad said that being Mother’s Day, they had planned to take me on a trip in the country and that I must choose where I would like to go. Of course anywhere was just grand for me for I don’t get many rides as a rule, so then Dad said, well, he had thought I would enjoy a ride to Newburgh to see the Smiths. Oh boy! I had never thought of anything so delightful so we got an early start and were over the Tarrytown Ferry up by way of, and through, West Point, and then over the Storm King Highway to Fairfield which is the name of the Smith’s place. They were home and so very glad to see us. Elliott had not seen Dad since he was a little boy and he was so glad to have an opportunity to talk to him and to meet the boys. The boys were all over the place and Mrs. Smith treated us to drinks (soft) and cake. We left there about six o’clock and drove back to Mount Vernon and Mrs. Seipp insisted that they all stay to supper which really turned out to be another dinner. Altogether it was a very delightful day.

I do so hope that you will be able to come home soon, anyway the time slips away so fast that the rest of your time will not seem too long, not as long to you as to us, we all miss you. I have been staying in Trumbull the last three weeks in August but it was so cold and damp that we could not be out much, so did not enjoy it as much as usual. The baby is dear, so good and smiles all the time, and only cries when he hurts himself or is hungry. I am glad you can see from some of the pictures that you have a car.

Keep the desire for work with the diesel engine in the back of your mind and I am sure the opportunity to get in to that field will open up for you. What we desire, yearn for wholeheartedly comes to us sooner or later. That mechanic may not turn out to be “so hot”.

I have been to the World’s Fair three times this year, standing one hour in the line to get into the General Motors, and see their exhibition of the Highways and Horizons of Tomorrow. I think it was one of the best in the fair.

I have joined a Willkie for President Club  ( ) and tomorrow am going to get a card for people who are undecided which to vote for, Willkie or Roosevelt, to pledge to vote for Willkie and then see that they are sure to register and turn out on Election Day. I know Dad is writing to you today and telling you all the latest news of Trumbull and also of Dan and Ced, it is fine they seem so well contented. I am so proud of you all, to think you all have gone out and found jobs for yourselves.

Thank you for your very interesting letter.


Aunt Betty

Special Picture # 27 – Mary Ellum Wilson – 1916

I’m going to continue with Special Pictures for the next few weeks because I’m having my knees replaced in July.After Rehab, I can probably get back to blogging but I just don’t have the time or the energy to do it now. I hope you continue to enjoy the pictures.


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This is a picture of Mary Ellum Wilson , probably taken about 1915 or 1916, at about the time she begins her autobiography in England.  

Judy Guion

Friends – Cape Cod Postcard And a Friend From Pariaguan – 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


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), another letter to Lad from friends in Venezuela and finish with another from Grandpa to Ced.



Peabodys and Duryees – Possible Job For Lad – June, 1941

Aunt Helen Human

Aunt Helen Human

June 26, 1941

Dear Lad —

We’ve been expecting you to call, perhaps – but maybe you have not yet been down this way since your last trip.

Today I had a letter from my Theodore in which he said – “It is possible that Laddie will receive an offer from the P.A.A. (Pan American Air Co.) to work on diesel road equipment with one of the units. The offer will come through New York – he may be sent first to Guatemala City. Tell him that if they send for him – he only knows me as a friend – as Mr. Human, and if he should meet me anywhere, it would be strictly Mr. Human, in all business contacts. In other words – No relationship” then he goes on to say – “Lad needn’t worry about draft – need not even mention it – if they make him an offer – it will be automatically taken care of – he would worked directly for the Pan American Airport Development Project.”

And that is why I am getting this off to you immediately, in case you get a call.

Grandmother, Aunt Dee and I send our best to all of you. After I get settled in Greenwich, I hope sometime during the next few weeks to make a trip to Trumbull.

Good luck to you in whatever work you follow up.


Aunt Helen

I’ll finish out the week with another long letter from Grandpa to his sons in Alaska.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – The Guion Clipping Service (2) – May, 1944

DPG - with Zeke holding ButchAnd Dave was in a left-handed mood when he wrote on April 30th: time is going by faster than ever here. This is the last day of April. Everything here is green. I’ve seen blossoms on the fruit trees here. This is excellent farm country except for the stones. Camp Crowder is filled with apple and peach orchards that the farmers took care of until they were bought out by the government to make the camp. I think this camp is supposed to cover 90 sq. miles. The orchards have been let go since the camp was built – – the government would rather spend thousands of dollars buying fruit from the farmers (and making it so the civilians can’t get decent fruit) then spend a few hundred dollars for spray and equipment to keep up the trees which are already planted and bearing fruit. They’ve got the manpower to pick the apples and keep the trees in good condition. The idea of growing our own fruit, with everything we need for doing it right here, is far too practical for the government or the Army. So, instead, you civilians get no fruit and we get battered and bruised apples, some of which aren’t fit to eat, that had been shipped halfway across the country, taking up valuable shipping space and using up valuable gasoline. This is the Army. The end.

I am in a rut at radio school. They call it a plateau of learning. When you first go to school you start with Z speeds – – Z1 to Z6. These are all to teach the alphabet. In other words when you get through with Z6 you know the complete alphabet and a number of different signs such as a long break (between messages), repeat back, end of transmission, etc. After you pass all of the Z speeds you go to the 5W (5 words per minute), 7W, 10 W, 12 W, 15 W, 18 W. To pass the course you must be able to receive 18 W (18 words per minute) and send 13 words a minute. The course is five weeks long, four of which we have completed already. I’m on 10W and as I said before, I can’t seem to get by it. I have been for two weeks now on that one speed. I haven’t been able to pass any sending tests yet. I have only one week to get 18 W receiving and 13 W sending. This sounds bad but it’s almost average – – but then, too, there are a lot of boys being transferred to other schools. Just keep your fingers crossed – – I’ll work – – you hope and pray for me, and maybe I can make it – – O.K.?

I only received one letter all week long. I’ll bet you couldn’t guess in the thousand years who it was from. Dad? No. Eleanor? No. Jean? No. Aunt Betty? No. One of my brothers? Yes, you’re right. I got a letter from Dick! Am I proud! He wrote me that he saw Nick Halsack (Peggy VanKovics future husband) in S.A. He said Nick is a radio operator in a B-24 and was on his way to Scotland.

Now an explanation as to why I don’t get any other letters, including yours, and any that Eleanor might have sent. The mail clerk up at A-36 (my old outfit) is the sort of guy who would pull a Mortimer Snerd. If you asked him his name he’d say “Duh – duh – uh – lemme tink.” So, naturally you couldn’t expect him to get our mail transferred from A-36 to D-26 for two or three months, therefore, no mail. I don’t know why he sent Dick’s letter through – – he probably didn’t mean to. By the way, the mail clerk I’m raking over the coal is, of course, a Sgt. If a guy is a born soldier and always on the ball, he remains a Pvt. – It’s only these Snerds that can get ahead. Boy, I guess I sound like my old self today, don’t I?

All kidding aside though, they’re retaining all the men not physically fit for overseas duty. These are the men who get the ratings and stay on in the camps as cadre and instructors. It’s logical enough, but it hurts me. (I don’t know how the other boys feel. When I was younger I was pretty puny. I never had any diseases but I was never very robust either. I never did the things other boys did, swim, hike, ride a bike. In general, I didn’t really live until I was 13 or 14. Now I’m healthy – – full of spunk (at least I feel that way) and in general I feel like living. I came into the Army with high hopes – – Air Corps, Cadre, O.C.S. but truly (I don’t want to get cynical again) the jobs I would like best seen either to be taken or are being taken by man who, in peace time, wouldn’t be allowed even to join the Army. It hurts my ego (or sumpin). At any rate I’m Class A (overseas combat) material, and if I don’t flunk out of radio or get transferred to another part of camp (which isn’t likely) I’ll be home sometime in June or July, and then it will be “Over the Waves”. And then I’ll get my rating by doing something really worthwhile. – “A dreamer.”

Two pages – both sides. There is quantity, even if it isn’t quality. Please, will it pass for the negligence on the part of your youngest son last week? I’m to be on guard tonight so I’m in camp this weekend.

Tomorrow, I’ll finish up this letter and add a quick note from Rusty to Ced about his missing bag.  I’ll finish the week with another letter from Grandpa to his scattered family.

Judy Guion

Ced’s Coming of Age Adventure – A Letter From Grandma – Aug, 1934

Grandma Peabody

Grandma Peabody

August eight

Dear Cedric,

I was so relieved when I received your card telling of being an Uncle Kenneth and Aunt Nora’s.. You did not state how long you expected to stay with them but I am taking a chance hoping this letter will find you still there on the farm.

It’s wonderful to know you are meeting so many of the relatives. I’m sure you will enjoy knowing them all. Don’t you think Uncle Kenneth and Aunt Nora very nice? I fell in love with her when I met her.

Last Sunday afternoon Burton and I went over to Trumbull, having received a letter from Elizabeth inviting us, also telling us Aunt Corinne was there on a visit. I don’t suppose you remember her very much, do you? It was nice to see the family again. Laddie and Daniel were home. Dickey was away at camp. They all seemed fine.

Monday afternoon I was very pleasantly surprised by Anne and Dorothy arriving unannounced. They are both fine. Aunt Anne expects to leave for Vermont the latter part of this week. Uncle Larry and Aunt Marian are leaving today. If you could hitchhike to Vermont too, you would have some more happy times.

Things here in Ossining are running along the usual way again. That gruesome accident made quite a stir up. It was horrible. Most of those injured were brought up St. Paul’s Place to the hospital which is some blocks away on the street above us. Also the dead were taken to the undertaker who lives on the other side of St. Paul’s Church. As only one person could be carried in the ambulance and trucks it took a long time before all were cared for. There was such a clanging of bells, and noise from autos. Hundreds of autos passed our place. Burton was very busy getting all possible information and did not get home till after midnight. One young man lost his father, mother and a sister, 13 years old.

Today’s papers are telling again of the terrible heat wave in the middle west, and that we will get it. Thermometer shows 80° today. I would love to hear from you again. Please give my love to everyone and keep a lot for yourself.



Tomorrow, I’ll begin a week of letters written in 1941. Dan and Ced have been in Alaska for almost a year and Lad is looking forward to coming home in a few weeks after being in Venezuela for almost two and a half years. Everyone seems to be excited about that.

Judy Guion

Ced’s Coming of Age Adventure – The 1934 Chicago World’s Fair (5-b)

CDG - 1934 Chicago Fair -aerial overview and note about trip

“Hitch Hike trip from Trumbull to New York City – Ossining — Cleveland — Chicago — west to St. Paul

Left Sunday July 15th – returned Thursday Sept. 6 arrived back at Trumbull

This is the next section of postcards from the Chicago World’s Fair along with comments made by Ced on some of them.

CDG - 1934 Chicago Fair Postcard - Avenue of Flags

“Walked along this aisle”

CDG - 1934 Chicago Fair Postcard - The Lincoln Group

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CDG - 1934 Chicago Fair Postcard - General Motors Building

“Saw Chev. assembly line”

CDG - 1934 Chicago Fair Postcard - The Sky Ride

“I rode on this anbd also went up on the tower on the island

saw elevators work

65 cents and worth it

CDG - 1934 Chicago Fair Postcard - The Dairy Building

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CDG - 1934 Chicago Fair Postcard - Federal and State Building at Night

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CDG - 1934 Chicago Fair Postcard - Fort Dearborn - The Parade Ground

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Next Sunday I’ll post the rest of these postcard souvenir booklet. The following Sunday, I’ll start posting “What I saw at the Chicago World’s Fair – 1934, filled with Ced’s notes and impressions on the exhibits.

Tomorrow I’ll start a week of letters written in February of 1941, when Lad is getting ready to come home after working in Venezuela for two and a half years and his younger brother is getting ready to drive a car across the country and deliver it to his older brothers in Alaska. Dan and Ced have been living and working there for almost a year.

If you know of anyone who might have been living in the 1940’s or is interested in American family life during an earlier time, pass along this blog site. They would be amazed at the memories these stories will bring back.

Judy Guion