Interesting coincidence for genealogy fans.
David Peabody Guion
Dear Folks –
I’m still ignorant – no memory – don’t know where I’ve been – where I am – where I’m going – why or even the date.
On the boat I ran into a guy by the name of Robert Guion, formally from St. Louis and now from Iowa. He’s a darned good egg. I hung around with him on a lot of the time. He’s a sailor and assigned to the ship. I told him of your cousin who was writing the family history, Dad, and he said his father has a lot of information on the Guion’s (Gee-on he pronounces it) in St. Louis. It seems they owned quite a bit of St. Louis at one time. His father’s present address is George Guion, Winterset, Iowa, R.R. 5. It might be interesting to connect the two family histories if possible. Bob says his…
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Poetry is meant to sooth us during this time of stress and worry due to COVID. Following is a poem I found in The Poetry Nook Anthology.
Little Red Peach, submitted by Frank Watson to The Poetry Nook Anthology
Red as a peach with a smile on her face,
Face with a smile as a peach in her place.
Willow that hangs and shakes its drapery low,
Low is the willow that hangs as wind will flow,
Waves the blossom as wind and hair entwine,
Entwines the hair and wind, this blossom of mine.
Roams the road as the moon sinks west,
West sinks the moon where the road roams best.
Loosely translated from “Bodhisattva” by Liu Dao (1511-1598)