Trumbull, Conn. Feb. 6th, 1944
Dear Lad,
Marian,
Dan,
Dick,
Dave,
To one and all, GREETINGS:
Aunt Betty Duryee
There is little if anything to report on the home front this week. Aunt Betty has decided to adopt a hearing aid and has ordered and Accustican which will enable her to be "in" on conversations that are tossed around the supper table with such careless abandon, hear the phone bell when it rings, listen to Smoky's impartial greeting to friend and foe alike and detect those sly remarks that sotto voce slip by occasionally. Delivery is expected sometime this week. Cost $150.
David Peabody Guion - home on leave
Dave is again home this weekend. He is still in Camp Devens on detail interviewing newcomers and filling out Form 20. How much longer he will be permitted to stay on this job is problematical, probably not more than two weeks longer at the most.His present intention is to ask to be put into the Signal Corps and if so, may be transferred to Camp Monmouth, N.J., from which point he will not have great difficulty getting home fairly frequently. If he doesn't like his assignment in this range he will ask to be transferred to the air cadet training work.
Ced is away this weekend, having been invited by Helen Burnham to visit her at college in Mass., where they are having winter sports. He left yesterday fully loaded with skates, skis, etc. Tomorrow his draft board meets in Anchorage and soon thereafter he expects to be informed just how he stands. He has been busy all week cleaning out the attic and burning up the accumulation in the incinerator using the Sgt. Guion blower adaptation for this purpose.
I have been granted permission to buy two new Grade 1 synthetic rubber tires for my Buick which ought to hold me for a while if they are any good. At least they are 5 ply tires so they ought to give pretty good service at the moderate speed with which I operate the car.
We all went over to Elizabeth's Thursday night for supper and Tuesday I blew the household to the movies —"The Desert Song"
http://(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Desert_Song_(1953_film)) in Technicolor at the Merritt Theatre. Tonight at eight o'clock I have to go to my office in Bridgeport in the capacity of Justice of the Peace and unite in wedlock to trusting souls for better or for worse. Returning home, if I feel courageous, I shall then go at my income tax return and see if I can pit my intelligence against that of those Washington wizards who so delight to put mental pitfalls in the way of the unwary taxpayer. If I can't guess the right answers, who knows but what upon returning victorious from the war you may be visiting your fond father the federal penitentiary.
Barbara (Plumb) is in North Africa somewhere, and according to a letter Kit just received is apparently enjoying herself being stationed in a hotel occupying a room with a balcony overlooking water.
Another welcome letter from Marian just before starting on her Texan adventure and a short e-mail from Dan. Yes, boy, you're shaving cream, etc. was started on its way last week. I wish you other boys, particularly Dick, would let me know from time to time what your small needs are so that you have some evidence from time to time that your dad is thinking of you. I have an idea for the Texans but from them to, suggestions now and then would be welcome
And that's about all I can draw out of the hat today. Goodbye and good luck, from
DAD
Tomorrow, a letter from Grandpa to Dick regarding his wedding a year earlier. On Wednesday, a letter from Marian to the Trumbull folks. On Thursday and Friday, another letter from Grandpa to the Ex-Trumbullites (and Marian).
Judy Guion
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