1941 (July 1 – July 15)

[…the continuing 1941 diary of Sicily Island, Louisiana native, Bea Bryan Denham.  References to WWII are in red.]

July 1, Tuesday

Sunny and hot.

Jo Anne went to Vacation Bible School, and as soon as I finished cleaning up I went to Mamma’s.  Earl had already gone.  He and Carter worked all day, got the cold water lines run, but no hot ones yet.  Oh, I’m so glad it’s being done, I’ve surely wanted them to have water in their house long enough. I wish we could fix the commode, but I guess we will have to be satisfied with this awhile.


July 2, Wednesday

Earl worked all day on the water system at Mamma’s, and I tagged about after him.  They got the hot water almost finished, but it will take a little while in the morning to finish it up.

July 3, Thursday


Rowland called Earl this morning about a car, so Earl and Carter finished the water system about 11, and we began getting ready to go to Thibodaux.  Dave Clark and his family came by, but we got off at 2 after eating dinner with Mamma.  Visited May Usher a few minutes, and also Nelson and Faye.  The car was considerably more than we wanted to spend, but Earl said it was a good buy, and if we can sell ours it won’t be so bad.  It was $650, we paid $300 down, and want to pay the rest before 60 days to eliminate the carrying charges.  It was after 12 when we got here, in Thibodaux.  We are going to Grand Isle tomorrow.  Saw Kidd on the road.

July 4, Friday

We left about nine and drove down to Grand Isle, got two rooms in a private home, and went sight seeing.  It was too hot to swim, so we went to the docks and hired a boat which took us out beyond Grand Terre, where we looked at the old Fort Livingston, built during the war of 1812, and now partly in the sea.  We saw porpoises swimming about, and surely did enjoy the ride.  Later we went swimming, but Jo Anne enjoyed it most of all.  She really learned to take the waves as they came.  It’s a nice place to stay awhile, we met the Easterly’s down on the beach.

July 5, Saturday


We swam early, stayed in a long time since there was no sun.  Jo Anne and I were sick in the night, but seem to be all right today.  We also went back in this afternoon, with the Easterly’s and got a pretty bad scare when we found ourselves too deep.  It’s lots of fun swimming where the waves break.  We have had a real nice time all the trip, I’m so glad we came.  I think both Jo Anne and Earl enjoyed it immensely, and I always love to see them do things they enjoy.  We will swim early, and leave early in the morning.  The sunset was beautiful today.

Sunday, July 6


They all went swimming this morning but Velma and I stayed and packed up, got ready to leave. Easterlys left, too, Earl and Rowland helped them get the trailer out and going. We left Grand Isle around eleven, got to Thibodeaux about two, but ate dinner in Golden Meadow, wasted a lot of time. Brought Elaine and Lily Belle up to Baton Rouge, came on out to Quitman’s, where we’re going to spend the night. The car seems to be all right, we will conclude the bargain tomorrow. We hated to leave Grand Isle, we all enjoyed it, but Jo Anne especially did.

Monday, July 7

Sunny and hot.

We came into town and fixed up the papers on the car, notes of $175 for Aug. 7 and Sept. 7, and left it to be gone over. We visited Aunt Leona a good while in the afternoon, Anna, Anna Bess, Anna May, Dollie, and Tom came in while we were there. We also went to Jewel’s, and found them living in a negro cabin, just about so bad as they’ve ever been. Came back by Quitman’s and decided to spend the night with C.L. When we got out there, Kidd had been calling us, so we went to the University, she had letters from Margaret and Florelle for us. I am going to be glad to get in bed, I’m tired tonight.

Tuesday, July 8

Sunny and quite hot.

C.L. with my mother at their place – c.1935

I thought we were going home early this morning, but Earl got to fooling with C.L’s garden tractor, so Marcia and I decided to go see a table Beverly [Kate’s husband] had made Kate [Marcia’s sister], and on to town for a pair of shoes for me. We got the play board for the bridge table, and went to see Sis. Fooled around at C.L.’s the rest of the day, left them at 6:00. Had to drive both cars, Earl said Jo Anne should have been twins, so we’d each have a daughter to ride with. Jo Anne said it was my fault she wasn’t, that I could have borned two as easy as one. We stopped at May Usher’s, got home at 10:45. Ate supper in Natchez. Trip cost $25.00.

July 9, Wednesday

Sunny and hot.

I’ve cleaned and put away all day, and the house still looks like a wreck. Went to Mamma’s and Julia’s, and fixed dinner, washed underclothes, took clothes to Liza, and have been busy the whole day with no results. Well, I guess that’s a cross section of life. Wrote Minnie Lea, Velma, Florelle, Marcia, and asked Fortuny for the ninety eleventh time to send my manuscripts back to me. We went to see Edward awhile tonight, took Mamma and Daddy. Burk is getting better but is still in the hospital. The pipe for Mamma was $16.26.

July 10, Thursday


Margaret came this afternoon and asked me to go to Monroe tomorrow. I guess I’ll go, I want to get Sprague a wedding present. We spent a good while at Mamma’s, I wrote Easie and Aunt Leona. Seems as if I’ll never get all the letters written.

The Battle of Britain is rather quiet, but the Battle of Russia is raging. Russia is bound to lose, but at least they’re putting up a fight. England is bombing German and French cities pretty briskly, seems as if she is just beginning to take the offensive.

July 11, Friday


Went to Monroe, got a beautiful pair of pillow cases for Sprague. Mr. Dewitt got a suit to wear to the wedding. We stayed till about 1, but I didn’t buy anything except a belt for Earl and some ribbons for Jo Anne. We were in a terrible rain coming back. I left my dress and Earl’s suit in Wisner, guess I’ll have to go after them tomorrow.

July 12, Saturday

Cloudy, no rain

We cleaned up good for Sunday, I got everything ready for our early departure tomorrow. Kidd and Edward came in this afternoon, we went to Mamma’s and stayed most of the time. Kidd and Mamma went to Wisner with me after the clothes. Daddy spent the day, and is to stay the night, in Winnsboro, visiting friends and Aunt Florelle, who has been sick. We tried to get Mamma to go to Harrisonburg but she wouldn’t, decided we’d take Pop and Julia. We stayed til about ten, at Kidd’s, came back by the Holy Roller church and watched them awhile. Today was Aunt Minnie’s birthday.

July 13, Sunday


We got up early; Cecil, Margaret and Mr. Dewitt went with us to see Sprague and Hazel married. It was a beautiful home wedding, Hazel looked awfully pretty. Cecil said all the bosses were terminated Saturday, and it undoubtedly won’t be long until the other job will begin. Nelson and family came this afternoon, we went to Wisner to see “Ziegfield Girl” – fair. Edward took our old car, said he’d try to sell it if he could. We need to get rid of it as soon as possible. Everything is going up, especially groceries.

July 14, Monday


Earl went to Leesville after the tent lumber today, got in at 12:30 tonight. Said they had a nice trip. Nelson went with him and Carter. He said it seemed the job will open this coming Monday. I washed and ironed, and spent a while at Mamma’s. I wrote Florelle, and must try to do the posting at the shop tomorrow. Faye was here a little while. Mr. Dewitt was out here with no way to get home, so Jo Anne and I took him out there.

July 15, Tuesday

More rain

I’m afraid the cotton will ruin, it’s raining so much during the blooming season. I posted at the shop, got everything straight so far as I know. Jo Anne, Patsy and I went to Harrisonburg to get tires for a trailer, Earl has been working on one all day long, so far it’s cost us $12. I do hope we get orders to go to work Monday, it’s awful waiting and nothing coming in, but all you’ve saved going out. Wish we could sell our old car, that would make us certainty of the payments on this new one. Went to Mamma’s, but didn’t stay very long.


“Love and War” – Life and Times of a Country Doctor (Episode 1)

Winnsboro, Louisiana

April 28, 1898

Dear Clara,

     How do you feel since the entertainment.  I am a little sick but not much.  It rained some here yesterday.  I happened to be at the train and soon all of the school folks came in.   They all looked happy and gay.  I went down town yesterday eve and a young man proposed that he would treat to a milk shake if I would resign my claim down your way & I took him up in great shape as I came to the conclusion that I didn’t stand much show any way when it came to reality.  Rumors have begun to spread considerably.  Some folks have found out that I really like you a great deal & I have heard lately that you try to flirt with every boy who comes your way & lay plans to meet them at different places.  Now this doesn’t seem to me the thing to do.  Though I have confidence enough in you to allow you anything that you wish to do.

Cicero Louis Guice graduated from the University of Louisville Medical School in 1888 and he had recently arrived in town as the “new” Dr. Guice.  Coincidentally, the old doctor that he would practice alongside was also Dr. Guice, but there was no relation between them — at least not any of which they knew.

In the letter I don’t think he was serious when he accused Clara of being a flirt, but he really did want to make sure she knew that he liked her.  He was thirty-six and had not yet been married.   She was twenty-three.

On the same day that he wrote the  letter above,  he wrote another letter to her about a more serious matter:

Dear Girl,

         I am very sad to day on one account.  I have enlisted in the 4th Louisiana Regiment to go out and serve my and your country, which act I know you will applaud, and have no idea when I shall return.  I believe you love me some, but I hardly think I have your whole heart in my keeping.   Which is a very sad thought to me.   The sound of war is ringing through our beautiful land, and when the Bugle calls to arms, I am ready to take my part of the National honor and hold up for free men free institutions and liberty in general to all mankind.

I shall await your sweet reply, and march through the sunny land of the far south with your last farewell folded next my heart.  I feel that you will soon forget me.  I am as ever yours hoping and waiting for your immediate reply.     Cicero

The Spanish-American War had interrupted this budding romance, at least for the foreseeable future.   Tensions had been building between the two countries for quite some time and finally war was declared on April 25, 1898.  The declaration was pronounced after the sinking of the Battleship Maine off the coast of Cuba in February of that year. The war ended within the year with the Treaty of Paris on December 10, 1898.

I have not found official records showing that Cicero actually served in the war, but he was gone for a while as noted in this letter:

Winnsboro, La.

July 1898

Dear Clara,

      I suppose you know that I have been gone for near a month, hence no reply to your highly appreciated letter.

      Dr. Guice got my letter of the 12th and put it away and to day Kate accidentally found it where her father had put it away.  He also went away while I was gone and has not returned yet.   Yes I am sick and have been for a long time went to Natchez, Monroe, and Ruston was sick the whole time and feeling better now.  My Clara, I am not mad with you and it has only been accidental I did not answer you last and get this and Now that I’m at home & probably can travel will come to see my pet soon.  Go on to school & be a sweet girl and let me hear from you soon.  I will tell you all about my trip when I see you again.  I am so nervous & weak I can scarcely write so you see I presumed and will wait to hear more reports & find out what the people want or some of them any way.  Now I shall talk like you did to me.  You must be very certain about liking me & don’t make any mistake.  I thought if we loved each other the thing to do would be to marry sometime soon, but you do act funny to me some way.  I will come down some time in the near future.  We have been having a nice time bike riding these moon light nights.  I see Willie Frazier has new wheels, seems to be a very nice one.  I think Katie, Effie, Landis and myself will go to Ruston to the Chautauqua* in July.

                  Regards to family,                      C.L. Guice

Clockwise from top left: Lucy Prickett, Lil Guice, Clara Bryan Guice, C.L. Guice, and Cicero Louis Guice.

In the following year, Cicero and Clara would marry and he would continue as the doctor in Winnsboro for many years.  Anecdotes of his life as the local doctor are recorded in the diary of Alanson Wood Moore – a local politician and recorder of town history.  Some of these stories will be related in future posts on this blog.

Cicero Louis Guice and Clara Bryan are my great-grandparents.   He is the son of Elbert Hampton Guice and Angeline Jones whose story is told in the post, “A Pile of Cotton and a Lighted Pine Knot.” Seated between his parents in the photo to the right is my grandfather C.L. Guice, who is written about in the post, “Poor boy, he had just got ready to live…“.  Clara’s brother is “Joe,” in the posts entitled, “1941.”

*Chautauqua Assemblies


1941 (May 16 – 30)

[…the continuing 1941 diary of Sicily Island, Louisiana native, Bea Bryan Denham.  References to WWII are in red.]

May 16, Friday

Sunny, but cool

Jo Anne, Vondell and I went to town. I made arrangements to get our mattress made over, and bought vegetables.  We went to the trailer camp at Talbot’s and saw Mrs. Boyett, Nesom, and Margaret.  Letter from Kidd to Earl.  France is cooperating with Germany in all her undertakings it seems.  And Germany is driving in the near East. Oh, there’s no telling what is in store for us all, death and destruction for some certainly.

May 17, Saturday


Today Mrs. Davis went to town with us, we took the mattress, and went out the camp, took Mrs. Boyett, Nesom and Margaret to town, got groceries and after taking them back brought Margaret out there for the day. When we went back late we got the mattress and took Margaret home.  Earl went to get a shave and haircut.  Letter from Velma.

May 18, Sunday

Sunny beautiful day with fleecy white clouds.

This morning Earl, Mr. Davis and M.L. fixed our screen door, we fixed dinner together, and went down in the woods.  There we found a lot of huckleberries and a few mayhaws.  We had a nice time.  We also found bay blossoms, and they are so pretty, like a tiny magnolia.

We went to the show “The Road to Zanzibar,” which wasn’t much.  We came back and all ate supper together.  Altogether it was a very enjoyable day.

May 19, Monday

Sunny and warm.

We spent the whole day cleaning up and washing and ironing our dirty things.  I had supper ready when Earl came, so we ate and he took our starter off, but found something broken, so he put Dave’s starter on.  John, Dave and his wife came over and played dominoes.  We heard today that Vondell and Bill had a terrible wreck near Memphis, killed a negro, and Bill is very likely to die.  Oh, I hope he doesn’t, I don’t know what Vondell would do.  She was pretty badly hurt, too, but the kids were not.  I got the things I was going to send Minnie Lea.

May 20, Tuesday

Sunny morning, cloudy afternoon, cool.

Jo Anne and I cleaned up, and I started making the curtains.  I worked on them until about two o’clock, when Jo Anne went and got the mail, and brought the final examination so I took it, typed it, and mailed it back to her.  Mrs. Clark, and Mr. & Mrs. Davis came over.  Earl was pretty tired.

May 21, Wednesday

Sunny and warm.

Today is Minnie Lea’s birthday.  I fixed up the package to mail to her, and the books to go to the Library, but don’t see any chance to mail them.  Mr. Davis and Earl went to a union meeting and Mrs. Clark and I went to town and got groceries.  Went by Margaret’s a few minutes, but it was late, so we didn’t go in.  I wish I had something for Jo Anne to do.  I wrote to Inez today, and Jo Anne wrote Pop and Julia.  Earl is feeling badly with his cold.

May 22, Thursday

Sunny, hot.

We had a letter from Mamma, and she enclosed one from Minnie Lea. Mrs. Davis asked us to go to town, so we got to mail the packages.  I wish I could find something nice for Earl’s birthday.  We put up the curtains, and it certainly looks like a different place.  Mr. and Mrs. Davis and Cecil and Margaret came about dark, we all played Chinese checkers.  Earl is feeling better than he did yesterday.  A man who knew Rowland, Weir came to see him today, we are all planning to go home Saturday, but Earl said they may all have to work.  I hope we can go home.

May 23, Friday

Sunny and hot.

I got everything cleaned up, and everything washed and ironed by 10:30.  Earl worked on Dave’s car til 10:30 p.m., they stopped long enough to listen to the fight.  The days are beginning to drag.  I’ve read about all there is, and what little housekeeping there is doesn’t take long in a 10×12 space.  We listen to all the radio serials and newscasts, but even then time hangs heavily.  Mrs. Clark brought me a letter from Minnie Lea, my first in a long time.

May 24, Saturday

Morning sunny, rain in the afternoon.

Today is Earl’s birthday, but we didn’t have anything to give him so we didn’t say anything to him, but went to town and got some little thing, deposited his check.  Now we’ve got 400 cash dollars!  When we came back had a letter from Mamma in which she said Uncle Fuqua [Cecil’s brother] died Wednesday and was buried at home.  We got Jo Anne’s report and a letter from Mrs. Meyers.  Davises were going home with us, but decided to go to Miss. instead at the last minute.  We went with Cecil, got home at 10:30.  Daddy was so tired he didn’t wake up at all.  Jo Anne’s cow has a beautiful calf.

 May 25, Sunday

Sunny morning, rain in afternoon.

We had another hectic day, posted at the shop, went home for a few minutes, but it wasn’t like being at home.  Had baths at Julia’s, and Kidd and Edward came.  They had cooked us a ham.  Mamma made Earl an angel food cake to bring back, and cakes and pies for dinner.  We had a very enjoyable day.  Bill Hall stopped by for a little while.  Miss Rosalie Ford died just before we left town.  We were in the rain a good bit.  John ate supper with us both Saturday night and tonight.  Margaret didn’t come back.

May 26, Monday

Sunny, no rain.

Jo Anne slept til eight.  I read one “Time” and part of the other, and wrote to Mamma and Minnie Lea.  I was too lazy, didn’t wash the things we had dirty, only cleaned up the tent.  They all seem to think this job will soon be over, maybe this week or next.  Kidd said she’d bring us a trailer to move in if it came before she goes to school.  I brought Jo Anne’s paint and paper doll books.  I hope she won’t get so tired of doing nothing.  But she’s been very game about it, she hasn’t complained.  We are going to bed early after yesterday’s trip.  Mary Cloy has an infected foot, so I went over to see her a little while.

May 27, Tuesday


Mrs. Davis came over and wanted us to take her and Mrs. Bailey to town to the show.  I washed all our dirty things, and cleaned up.  Just got through and dressed in time to leave at 12:30.  Jo Anne and I went to Mrs. Boyett’s and stayed til three, when we all came home.  We listened to Roosevelt, and I could only feel that war is ever so much nearer.  This little endangered peace we are enjoying now will be our last, I’m afraid.  Our world after war won’t be the same.  We are watching the dying of an age, and only God knows what will come out of it.  We will never see the end, or know carefree happy days again.  There have been very few for our generation anyway.


May 28, Wednesday

Rain – all day.

Confined in a 10×12 space, rain spattering on the tent.  No wonder I’m blue and depressed.  All the news this morning high-lights Roosevelt’s speech.  My thirty-five years have certainly seen revolution.  I remember the slow, easy days when we had country people in to church who came home with us on Sunday and spent the day: horse and buggy days, first car days, roadless days, flood days, the other world war days when, bug-eyed, I hid behind the chairs and kept still as a mouse to be allowed to listen to discussion of the war; when my childish fingers learned to knit for the Red Cross; that day we heard the war was over, and the church bell rang and rang; young girlhood when there was never enough of anything – time, money, fun, education – just that burning desire for something better than we had.  And Earl, who was just right for me, from the first time I ever saw him, and who has always understood me better than I understood myself.  Later, marriage, business, the hard struggle to get ourselves out of debt.  Then depression, lightened by the coming of Jo Anne.  Years filled with joy, but always that dread and uneasiness of insecurity.  Now that things look a little brighter momentarily, I can’t let myself go and enjoy them because the shadows ahead are so thick and heavy, with certain suffering and heartache, bitter want for the whole world after this orgy of bloodshed and waste.

May 29, Thursday

Rain – all day long.

We just lay around and read all day.  A lot of people were laid off, but so far Earl is more than lucky.  God must have intended that we do this work, we have had every possible encouragement.  Had a letter from Velma.  No letters from home this week.

Earl worked on Mrs. Davis’ stove tonight, they were both over here.  We are planning to go home this week, so I can make bills.

May 30, Friday

Cloudy and damp, but no rain.

I’ve felt so miserably badly today I’ve done nothing.  Jo Anne washed and dried the dishes for me, and she’s waited on me all day.  Bless her heart, she’s painted and worked Studebaker cards and tried to amuse herself, but a tiny tent is a poor place to spend such rainy days.  Earl says Cecil got his questionnaire.  Guess I will go to town tomorrow, if I feel any better; Earl will get his check today.

May 31, Saturday

Cloudy, no rain.

C.L. and Marcia Guice

Anna Claire and C.L. Guice

Carl came in yesterday afternoon, said Earl and all of them were laid off til Monday and we were going home.  We got here around 11.  Carter and Eula May got in just before we did.  I made out bills, and cleaned up our house.  Earl got a few jobs done.  Mamma went to Winnsboro with Carter, we ate dinner at Julia’s.  We started to Ben Hinton’s to see Bep, met C.L. and Marcia, so we turned around and came back.  They came for several days, have been up in North Carolina in the mountains on their vacation. [C.L. and Marcia are my grandparents.  They and their two young daughters, Anna Claire (my mother) and Carol Lee, went on a trip to the Smoky Mountains in the summer of 1941.  This visit with them mentioned in this May 31 post is probably the last time Bea Denham saw C.L.  He died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage three months later. The photos to the right are from their Smoky Mountain vacation.  To read more about him and his death, read the post on this blog entitled, “Poor boy, he had just got ready to live…”]

The Grave of the “General”

My mother and my family gathered around the “General’s” gravestone – 11/03

As we barreled down the narrow logging trail through tree branches and sloshed in and out of mud holes in our big green van, we finally saw it.  The tall grey spire peaked out above the high grass in a sun-lit clearing.  According to Mr. Henry Bryant who led us through the woods to the little cemetery, it was the grave of a “General.” Mr. Bryant had remembered the gravestone in the woods since he was a little boy. The stone did not mark the grave of a general, but the grave of a captain who served in the War of 1812.  The man was Capt. Jacob Guice, my great-great-great grandfather.

This was a particularly special find for me. Jacob Guice was from my mother’s side of the family. She had always felt somewhat disconnected from her Guice family because her father, C.L. Guice had died when she was seven and her grandfather Guice had died before her parents were married.  She had vague knowledge of  the name of her great grandfather Guice, but that is as far back in her family tree as she knew.  I began researching for her and I not only found more facts about Jacob Guice and generations before him, but I found out where he was buried — the Guice Cemetery in McNair, Mississippi not far from Natchez.

Shortly after this discovery my husband and I drove to McNair on our way home from a trip. McNair is a quaint little community of a crossroad, a store, a couple of churches and a few homes. Once there we found a church cemetery and a community cemetery, but neither fit the description of the Guice cemetery which we were trying to find.  We stopped at the little store and asked the clerk if she knew of another cemetery in the area.  She didn’t know of one, but she said if anybody would know it would be Henry Bryant, a lifelong resident of McNair. We soon found Mr. Bryant and after telling him my story and what I wanted to find, he said he would be glad to show me where the cemetery was.  All we needed to do was follow him.  Okay.

We followed his Jeep down a small paved road, then turned onto a gravel road and continued to follow him for a mile or so. We then veered onto a smaller gravel road until this “road” turned into a trail.  Mr. Bryant’s jeep hadn’t slowed down a bit.  He kept going farther.  The trail got narrower and muddier.  The branches of the small trees raked down the sides of our van and the mud holes got bigger and deeper.  I can be adventurous, but by now I was having second thoughts! Where was he taking us?

Then we saw something up ahead in a clearing .  A tall spire was the first thing we saw of the cemetery. I was so excited to see it — especially after that harrowing experience! As we got closer, I could see other smaller gravestones that made up the little Guice cemetery in the woods.  Mr. Bryant was so proud to be able to show us this treasure.

He pulled back the tall grass and showed me the inscription on the spire and the star at the bottom.  I told him the story about my great-great-great grandfather, Captain (not General) Jacob Guice, and how he had led a company of Mississippi militia to Baton Rouge during the War of 1812. Mr. Bryant’s confusion about his rank was because of the star that had been placed on the base of the grave’s spire commemorating Capt. Guice’s service in the war. It read, “General Society of the War of 1812, War of 1812 Veteran.”  When Mr. Bryant was a boy hunting in these woods, he thought the “general” on the star denoted a general’s grave. The memorial spire not only had the inscription of Jacob Guice, but also the inscription for his wife, Susanna.

Inscription for Susanna

Susanna Grantham Guice

I also told him that Jacob’s father and the Guice clan had traveled down the Natchez Trace from Nashborough (Nashville, TN)  to become some of the early settlers in the Natchez area following the Revolutionary War.  Jacob’s father Jonathan and the family’s next two generations would become established in the area as cotton planters.

Mr. Bryant then lead us over to where the old Guice house had been located. He said the remains of the old home were still there when he was a little boy.  I couldn’t wait to tell my mother what I had found so that she could come to see it.  Mr. Bryant told me to let him know when we would be back and he would clean up the little cemetery so we wouldn’t have to wade through the tall grass. It wasn’t very long before we were back up there with my mother.  And true to his word, Mr. Bryant had mowed the entire cemetery!  My mother was so thrilled to finally see where her family had once lived and to see the graves of her Guice grandfather.

I often wonder that if I had waited too many more years before searching for this gravesite, I may never have found it.  No one seemed to know it existed except Mr. Henry Bryant.  Thank you Mr. Bryant for not only your knowledge, but your hospitality and generosity in helping us connect with a valuable piece of family history.

After this visit, my mother was able to connect with other Guices in the area and even attended a Guice family reunion before she passed away a couple of years later. I was so glad to be able to help her find the connection she had always longed for.

Jacob Guice is the grandson of Frederick Stump who is the subject of three posts on this blog site:  “Savagery in the Susquehanna,”  “*a footnote to Savagery in the Susquehanna,” and “Fugitive, Fighter, and Founder.”  Jacob’s son is Elbert Guice who is remembered in the post:  “A Pile of Cotton and A Lighted Pine Knot.”  Jacob’s great grandson is my mother’s father and is featured in the post: “Poor boy, he had just got ready to live.” All of these posts are located in the category “Branch: Guice”.

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