Alfred Duryee Guion (my Grandpa) – First Selectman
Politically, the pot is still boiling. Monday I got sore at Mr. Sexton’s manner over the phone and closed off on him, after which he reported in a letter to the newspapers that I was ”rude”. He then followed this with the demand to call another town meeting, which being in legal form, I had to do (scheduled for this coming Friday) for the purpose of “abolishing the Finance Board of the Town of Trumbull”.
This has at last aroused the right-thinking people to a serious realization of the danger of letting him get away with his ideas, and in consequence, on Friday last, there was a meeting of leading citizens from all sections of the town, Democrat and Republican alike, in a combined attempt to get out an overwhelmingly strong representation and put this fellow and his…
I always think of my parents on December 28th. They were married on December 28, 1935. 85 years years ago today. The ceremony was held in my mother’s childhood home, on Wildwood Street in Winchester Massachusetts. For the man who was to become my father, it was his third wife. His 2 previous wives had died, tragically. He had 3 children by his 2nd wife. These 3 children attended the wedding in Winchester in 1935. They were aged 11, 9, and 8. Every once in a while in later years, my sister Ruth would tell me little snippets about the wedding. Those memories mean more and more to me as the years go by. Ruth told me how they felt rather awkward but my grandmother was so kind and made them feel more comfortable. These memories have merged with another wedding a year later when my sisters were flower girls at my aunt’s wedding. Again my grandmother came to the rescue.
(These memories are meaningful to me in that I was too young to have any direct memories of this grandmother who died in 1940.)
Hardcover in dustjacket, 333 pages, well-illustrated, notes, and index
Published by Osprey Publishing, October 2004
Dimensions: 7.9 x 1.3 x 10.3 inches
Ever since the first human hurled the first rock mankind has placed a premium on those who could aim a projectile accurately at the longest possible range. Any group which could damage their enemies before their enemies could damage them enjoyed a significantly higher probability of not only defeating their opposition but also living to fight another day themselves. The sling, the spear, and the bow were eventually replaced by the firearm in the 1500s, but early firearms were inaccurate, unreliable (especially in wet weather), and slow to reload. The standard military tactic was to overcome the limitations of the single musket by gathering dozens or even hundreds of soldiers…
Every morning is a time for reflection. Here is my contribution today: Veterans Day.
Riding with Private Malone is a song written by Wood Newton and Thom Shepherd, and recorded by American country music artist David Ball. It was released in August 2001 as the first single from his album Amigo. The song reached a peak of #2 on the Billboard Hot Country Singles and Tracks charts and #36 on the Billboard Hot 100. It was Ball’s first Top 40 country hit since “Look What Followed Me Home” in 1995. USA Today referred to it as “the country song that tapped most subtly and profoundly into the emotions of its audience” after the September 11 attacks, even though it was released to radio a few weeks before the attacks. This song is long (4:24), breaking the 3-20 rule but it was still a solid hit due to its resonating…
Spending this Christmas 2020 far away from our family members in Connecticut, Ireland, and even Seattle. FaceTime telephone calls brought us closer ………. but still we have spent the day isolating ourselves in our apartment. There were occasional knocks on the door – an aide bearing pills for Ian (my husband), another knock on the door – breakfast delivered by 2 more people, then the nurse to check on Ian’s strange red spots which are itchy and sore, another knock on the door – Christmas dinner – 2 cardboard containers with a small scoop of mashed potatoes, 2 thick cuts of turkey with gravy, a few string beans, dessert, another pill, and a knock on the door at 4:30??? early evening meal – cuts of beef in a salad and a VERY thick rich- in-chocolate desert. The powers that be wanted to let the staff go home early.
It’s puzzling to me how many of the 300 residents are here for Christmas.
Where have I ever spent such a strange Christmas? After my college years there were many years when I did not have a home of my own to go to for Christmas. It wasn’t until I married and had children that the pattern of a traditional Christmas emerged again. And then our family spent so many years in different countries in tropical and sub=tropical countries. And Christmas was different each year. But I do have certain expectations. There are certain things that one tries to replicate each year, no matter the circumstances. And that is what 2020 has been. Thanks to the broadcasting services and the telephone and face time and zoom and the postal and delivery services we are rich in the customary traditions.
I have been daydreaming – has there really ever been a year when I had a “bad” Christmas?
HOW IS YOUR HAREM? BET THEY’RE A HAPPY BUNCH OF WAR WIVES NOW A-DAYS. IS THERE ANY NEWS ON WHETHER DAN AND LAD AND DICK ARE COMING OVER HERE TO HELP ME OR ARE THEY GOING HOME TO WORK OUT THE FINER THINGS IN LIFE? TELL THEM THAT EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL OVER HERE AND THAT THEY’RE KID BROTHER IS BIG ENOUH NOW TO HOLD HIS OWN. THESE JAPS ARE HALF-PINT SIZE SO IF IT WON’T HURT THEIR FEELINGS YOU CAN TELL THEM THAT I’LL TAKE CARE OF THINGS OVER HERE.
YOU ARE RIGHT!!! I CAN USE THE NETTING. FOOD WILL NEVER BE WASTED – NO MATTER WHAT IT IS, EITHER. HOW ABOUT A METAL MIRROR?
I GOT A LETTER FROM BISSIE YESTERDAY – IT DIDN’T SAY MUCH, BUT IT WAS A LETTER. I GUESS MARTY AND BUTCH MUST BE GETTING PRETTY…
In my previous blog I used an account written by Florence Reid Willis who is one of my contemporary relations – a 2nd cousin. DNA analysis suggested that we were 5th to 8th cousins. But on closer examination we found that we were 2nd cousins. We share the same grandmother – May Belle Willis.
Florence Reid Willis is the daughter of one of my grandmother’s brothers.