This is a picture of the house my Grandfather, Alfred Duryee Guion, and his sister Elsie, grew up in. Their Father, Alfred Beck Guion, was a stockbroker on Wall Street when they built this house in the mid-1890’s.
Lincoln Avenue House @ 1896
This is a picture of the stained glass window in this house as it looks now. I took this picture in the fall.
I was amazed that I found the house and that there were still a few remnants of the original, even though it had been remodeled, turned into apartments, and is now, once again, a single family house.
You can also check out my original blog, that I’m learning from, http://greatestgenerationlessons.wordpress.com, and let me know what you think. I’d love your critique.
I have been posting on this blog (http://greatestgenerationlessons.wordpress.com ) for 15 months. I have learned quite a bit but I know that there is so much more to learn about blogging, especially about the appearance of my blog. Please critique my posts and let me know what is good and especially, what is bad (or uninteresting). I think the story needs to be told, but are the various story lines confusing? Can you keep track of the characters or do you meed more visuals to keep them straight? Do you like my comments (in blue, bold italics) or are they distracting? Do I post enough pictures to keep your interest? Do I post the same picture too often – I only have a few pictures of some of the characters. Are the paragraphs too long – Grandpa did tend to write on and on without a sentence break !
Please let me know.
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Simply The Best
I do quite a bit of thinking, mainly because I live alone and don’t have anyone to talk to on a daily basis. The place I do my BEST thinking is in the car while driving to a destination at least an hour away. I think about my blogs, my family stories and where I want to go with them, I think (or daydream) about what I would like my life to be – and where I’d like to live – in five years. I think a lot about who I’d like to be living with at that time. (Lots of candidates – non available right now).
I also think about TV shows I watch (Survivor, Amazing Race, American Idol – what does that say about me???)I think about interesting buildings I see and what I would do with them if they were mine: how I would landscape the yard, what color for the building and what color for the trim, would I add a deck?, a pool?
I think about my dream house on a medium-sized lake in New Hampshire. It would be an old farmhouse, with at least four guest rooms upstairs, a master bedroom suite on the first floor, an office, a large eat-in kitchen but also a dining room. It would not be too far from the water, definitely a view with mountains in the background and a large sandy beach. A dock large enough for two boats and one side for the grand kids to jump in.
I could probably go on and on about all the things that I think about but I’ve given you the idea. I enjoy thinking… a lot !!!
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Memories of Mom
I was in a funk. Even wearing my favorite indigo cashmere sweater didn’t raise my spirits. The scent of violet flowers from my Mother’s sachet in her bedroom just reminded me of her. It had only been a week and everything, just everything brought back the pain of her passing, The sun shining bright yellow in the sky only reminded me of how much she loved to sit by the clear blue water by their pool in her dark green chaise lounge and read for hours. She’d be wearing her favorite red bathing suit and her red, straw sun hat. I finally decided the only thing to do was to take a short trip to the local florist and buy the brightest orange flowers they had, sit down in her bedroom and read the book she never finished. If the tears came, I would just let them wash all the pain from my heart and spend the day with memories of Mom.
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I had discovered two medium-sized boxes of letters, pictures and memorabilia in my father’s office after he passed away in 2003. As I copied the original letters – to protect them and work with copies only – I discovered all these people that I thought I knew… but they were much younger. My grandfather was in his 60’s but here I was reading about his childhood, teenage challenges, falling in love and having young children. This man I was reading about was a stranger to me. I knew my Grandpa, an old man who was quick to point out any mistakes I made, poor grades in certain subjects and even send back letters I had written to him corrected with red pencil !!!
I didn’t see much of my father because he was trying to support his wife and four children. Sometimes he would make it home for dinner but more often than not, if he did, he had to go back to work after supper. It was a special treat when he cane in to say good night – usually with a few words of Spanish. I knew when I was older that he had gone to South America and that’s why he knew some Spanish words, but I really didn’t know or understand why. Now I was reading these letters and understood that he and his closest brother had both gone to Venezuela to work for an oil company to send money home to help support their younger brothers and sister. Their mother had passed away and Grandpa was deep in debt.
I was flabbergasted and fascinated. I wondered if it was just because they were letters written by my family members or if other people would find them interesting. I transcribed three months of letters and loaned them to various people, some I knew well and others I didn’t, some were older and some were much younger than me, all had a variety of family backgrounds, very few having family who had been in this country for one hundred years or more. I wanted the TRUTH. Would they be interested in reading more of these stories?
I heard two responses several times.
1. “I loved reading the letters because I felt I was really getting to know the writers. We are loosing the ability to write.”
2. “Yes, these are stories about your family, but they really are stories about every other family that lived through the years of World War II.”
So, I had an answer. People might be interested in reading more of these stories, but I had no idea how to do it!!!