tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29211963764021391262024-03-13T22:19:40.083-07:00Terri WangardTerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-48207278514909895792023-12-26T11:46:00.000-08:002023-12-26T11:46:33.217-08:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Cover Reveal!</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Just before Christmas, I received the book cover of my newest book. What do you think?</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPjctO8lsCk4tLxTf8e1jSvRysNsID9nYfw-zyx5OOipkuJkZmjIU5UF8liYjq7TI062w3JIJWJQqKwGohZbcX41h5BS2ynBx924mK4vdcBxzQFKIiyqho2RXWW0PsyPw5kX7uDdw_vKCHH28Vo0MRSjBu01tKK4Aiuv0vlIlarIQ6_hN1OEg-RxVsio/s630/Seashells%20in%20My%20Pocket%20-%20medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPjctO8lsCk4tLxTf8e1jSvRysNsID9nYfw-zyx5OOipkuJkZmjIU5UF8liYjq7TI062w3JIJWJQqKwGohZbcX41h5BS2ynBx924mK4vdcBxzQFKIiyqho2RXWW0PsyPw5kX7uDdw_vKCHH28Vo0MRSjBu01tKK4Aiuv0vlIlarIQ6_hN1OEg-RxVsio/w406-h640/Seashells%20in%20My%20Pocket%20-%20medium.jpg" width="406" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here's the blurb:</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A US transport pilot and a German-Brazilian
woman must outwit<o:p></o:p></i></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">a German saboteur in WWII Brazil.<o:p></o:p></i></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: center;"><a name="_Hlk130386883" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">German-Brazilian
Isabel Neumann delights in creating seashell art, but it’s her mathematical
ability that lands her a job at the American air base in Natal, northern Brazil
during World War II. She doesn’t need a calculator to determine the correct
weights and balances for the Air Transport Command’s cargo planes.</span></a></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130386883;"><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Daniel Lambert, an American transport pilot based at Natal, endures the
taunts of combat pilots that he is “allergic to combat.” His flying skills win
him respect, however, and his friendship with Isabel deepens, even as a new
source of trouble looms.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130386883;"><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Isabel is caught in the crosshairs of a German saboteur who is obsessed
with her. He insists that she belongs with him, and demands that she help him sabotage
the Allied base. Her growing relationship with Daniel angers the Nazi, who will
do anything to get rid him. What will happen to Isabel if the madman captures
her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130386883;"><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130386883;"><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Watch for <i>Seashells in My Pocket, </i>releasing March 12.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"></span><p></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-74189489622622863992023-06-12T12:33:00.002-07:002023-06-12T12:33:48.058-07:00The Second Pearl Harbor Attack<p> <span> </span><span> </span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">While searching for a bit of information on Pearl Harbor, I
learned of Japanese actions in Hawaii in the weeks after their infamous raid on
Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941. Actions I had never heard about.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">The Japanese failed in their most critical objective: the destruction
of the American aircraft carriers. Worse, they failed to destroy the oil
reserves at Oahu, and the damage to docks and yards was slight.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">In the weeks after December 7, Japanese submarines
continued to patrol off Hawaiian beaches. At sunset on December 15, shells were
fired into the port facilities at Kahului on Maui. Three projectiles caused
$700 damage at a pineapple cannery. On the night of December 30, subs returned
to Kahilui and also hit Nawiliwili on Kauai and Hilo on the Big Island.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in; vertical-align: baseline;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">On the night of January 28, 1942, a US Army transport
carrying soldiers between islands crossed the path of a Japanese submarine. The
sub attacked, killing twenty-four of the sixty men on board.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Needing information on the U.S. fleet’s ability, the Japanese
Navy considered a second attack necessary. This attack would be carried out
with long-range flying boats refueled by submarines.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Three objectives included assessing the damage of the
original attack to the infrastructure at Oahu, disrupting salvage efforts, and terrorizing
the population. If successful, the Japanese would carry out additional raids.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">They planned a nighttime raid, launching flying boats from
the Wotje Atoll in the Marshall Islands. Their Kawanishi H8k had an extreme
range that allowed them to fly the 1,900 miles to French Frigate Shoals in the
northwestern Hawaiian Islands. There they would rendezvous with submarines for
refueling. The planes would then fly to Oahu to carry out the attack. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Their primary target was the Pearl Harbor naval base docks to
disrupt salvage and repair efforts. Additionally, they were to make careful
observations to determine American capabilities. The date of this attack was
March 4, 1942, when a full moon offered maximum visibility.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">The attack was doomed from the start. Only two aircraft were
sent. A submarine to be positioned south of French Frigate Shoals to give a
weather report disappeared in mid-February. The moonlight proved to be
inadequate.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Unable to see Oahu due to a wartime blackout, one pilot presumably
dropped his bombs into the ocean. The other bombed the slopes of <span style="color: #1a1819;">Tantalus Peak,</span> an extinct volcano cinder cone north
of Honolulu<span style="color: #1a1819;">, where it narrowly missed Roosevelt High
School. The detonations 900 feet away shattered the school’s windows.</span></span><span style="color: #1a1819; font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDyCd0jOF9qC2jWGHa585VAoaMiao2geXxfGhYjCYuwLw0fznocnavRjBO8wDOGjD4beG5p5BU9f9ESs7UXz8PS6TswEqSg9ZM2d6sugrCCVUnATPvzCZ58StEaici3NWKJY7Zc623xQ8nsVy5Xup9oWCOUIumWs0Q0fZYQcF0UiNwKzkq4zp2xM9/s1920/Honolulu%20President%20Theodore%20Roosevelt%20High%20School%20-%20The%20National%20WWII%20Museum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1920" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDyCd0jOF9qC2jWGHa585VAoaMiao2geXxfGhYjCYuwLw0fznocnavRjBO8wDOGjD4beG5p5BU9f9ESs7UXz8PS6TswEqSg9ZM2d6sugrCCVUnATPvzCZ58StEaici3NWKJY7Zc623xQ8nsVy5Xup9oWCOUIumWs0Q0fZYQcF0UiNwKzkq4zp2xM9/s320/Honolulu%20President%20Theodore%20Roosevelt%20High%20School%20-%20The%20National%20WWII%20Museum.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #383b40; line-height: 107%;"><i style="font-size: 12pt;">Honolulu’s
President Theodore Roosevelt High School has the distinction of surviving an
enemy bombing attack. </i><span style="font-size: x-small;">The National WWII Museum</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="color: #1a1819;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">In the days before the attack, American codebreakers warned
that the Japanese were preparing raids and would refuel at French Frigate Shoals.
American ships patrolled the French Frigate Shoals for the remainder of the
war, denying the Japanese further use of the base to carry out reconnaissance
missions. This left them unable to continue observing U.S. Navy activity or to
keep track of the American carriers. These changes would prove pivotal when, three
months later, the two nations’ fleets converged at Midway.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-11564541301683286122022-06-21T08:40:00.001-07:002022-06-21T08:40:00.230-07:00The Unlikely Namesake<p><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Genealogy is a hobby for me. While
searching old newspapers for any reports on Wangard, I discovered not a
relative, but a steamship with my surname. The <i>S.S. Wangard</i> was a German cargo
ship built in 1906.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The first mention I found stated
that, in February, 1908, overcome by work and worry brought on by damaging seas
in far northern latitudes, the 64-year-old Chief Office died of heart disease.
The ship was en route from Seattle to Japan, and the officer was buried at sea.
Sounds like the <i>Wangard</i> was a stressful place to work.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The ship sustained $8,000 in
damage from the heavy waves, and was dry docked in Japan for repairs. After a
month-long voyage, it arrived in Tacoma with six thousand tons of coal.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57KHB4IXxxwiAtRO456P9s1sDjhClKy_uRK_1o3L3kQILBaBG060uIrBNMr6G2eaUUrftplvqdAQLm4nyGBPLi_wzkbOlspWRcZqzzTggy-CQbxbk-fYB-oQ0aXZ5grtzL49YLIQauZb7RECRpsMKHeIDj4OtMgqJROERvRF6PLyPEAGkpmjNwY2s/s1200/Steamship%20wangard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="1200" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57KHB4IXxxwiAtRO456P9s1sDjhClKy_uRK_1o3L3kQILBaBG060uIrBNMr6G2eaUUrftplvqdAQLm4nyGBPLi_wzkbOlspWRcZqzzTggy-CQbxbk-fYB-oQ0aXZ5grtzL49YLIQauZb7RECRpsMKHeIDj4OtMgqJROERvRF6PLyPEAGkpmjNwY2s/s320/Steamship%20wangard.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span> </span><span> </span>In September of that year, the
<i>Wangard</i> was in Australian waters when a 15-year-old German boy adrift in a boat
near Melbourne. He claimed he had been shipwrecked on the <i>Wangard</i> sixteen days
previously. The crew of twenty-one left the ship in four boats, and it
foundered half an hour later. The boy lost his three companions one by one
before his boat beached at Mornington.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It seems the boy had been put
aboard the <i>Wangard</i> by the German Consul to be taken to Newcastle in New South
Wales, a distance of about 700 nautical miles (or 800 miles). Not wanting to go
there, he slipped over the stern while anchored in the bay and helped himself
to one of the boats. What repercussions he may have faced is unknown.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The last mention I found came
under the headline, <b>Steamer and Cargo Will Have to Be Abandoned—Was En Route
From Tacoma to Europe</b>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The <i>Wangard</i> went ashore on Punta
Mogotes off the Argentine coast on January 11, 1909. For a big freighter of
2,736 tons, with a heavy cargo of 210,709 bushels of grain, there was little
chance of escaping the rocky coast. The cause for going aground was not stated.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Cambria",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The question I am left with is, how
did the ship come to be named Wangard?<o:p></o:p></span></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-50029392525208475082022-02-02T00:30:00.003-08:002022-02-02T00:30:00.217-08:00Gerardus Vogelzang, My 2nd Great-Grandfather<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Topics we study in
history books affected our ancestors in ways we may never realize. For most of
my ancestors, I know little about them, but they are my history.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Gerardus
Vogelzang, My 2<sup>nd</sup> Great-Grandfather<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">2
June 1823<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>•<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sambeek, Boxmeer, Noord-Brabant, Netherlands<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">5
Sept 1876<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>•<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Green Bay, Wisconsin, USA<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When I first began
studying my family’s genealogy, I thought I had 3/4 German ancestry, 1/8 Belgian,
and 1/8 French. Years later, I learned the Belgian and French Canadian were
both 1/16, and I have 1/8 Dutch ancestry.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3geN68pzj28n8wTG1L1Mr-8vAESPCkq9yHWfu-nybeT5rKXBnx-sLnUQ5gGHmHnKrbjbDiv7lt2-3MAD4-yjguxuaR_p8jVVx19RhI0D8yvrJkXHPX7d7OV0oKyIr8ncKA2GlH9W8vQQ2Aw4pX9ogTsF2SS0IiJihCH9Ma1bBlTLl04kTJGx53Vss=s1173" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1173" data-original-width="1074" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3geN68pzj28n8wTG1L1Mr-8vAESPCkq9yHWfu-nybeT5rKXBnx-sLnUQ5gGHmHnKrbjbDiv7lt2-3MAD4-yjguxuaR_p8jVVx19RhI0D8yvrJkXHPX7d7OV0oKyIr8ncKA2GlH9W8vQQ2Aw4pX9ogTsF2SS0IiJihCH9Ma1bBlTLl04kTJGx53Vss=s320" width="293" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My
great-great-grandfather Gerardus Vogelzang (bird song) had Americanized his
name to George Vogels, making his history hard to trace. Once I knew he was
Dutch, I found him on the CD, “Immigration Records, Dutch in America 1800s.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfIr_TuBRULe2Gu7GGE4mK28S05h4ooOxGs7jmsv_NgRb02pu3IIvJ5Gtd0XQ4_tWFXZZPjFyeiq6P_MAgNC_r3eSG5Ej7NHGOQZgPkPxv_wfKxqmaYQ9e0yDafeUsNolNrcBPkU797OJ3sviaDapAIvS0Fr4Av0VLqbhfgOpPCWija61lQuj1mN-Z=s2122" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2122" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfIr_TuBRULe2Gu7GGE4mK28S05h4ooOxGs7jmsv_NgRb02pu3IIvJ5Gtd0XQ4_tWFXZZPjFyeiq6P_MAgNC_r3eSG5Ej7NHGOQZgPkPxv_wfKxqmaYQ9e0yDafeUsNolNrcBPkU797OJ3sviaDapAIvS0Fr4Av0VLqbhfgOpPCWija61lQuj1mN-Z=s320" width="226" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He was born in
Sambeek in southern Netherlands, close to the German border. In 1850, Sambeek
had a population of about 1,300. At age 33 in 1857, George emigrated to
America, hoping for economic improvement. He was a farmer, in the “less well to
do” social class.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Some time in the next
eight years, he married Theodora Maria Van der Heiden, now known as Mary
Vogels. They had six children, the youngest being my great-grandmother Kate, born
in 1875. According to the 1870 census, George’s three teenage nephews had come
from the Netherlands and were living with the family. His brother and
sister-in-law had died in 1867 and 1861. George too died in 1876, nineteen
months after Kate was born.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Typical for widows with
young children and a farm, Mary remarried a year later and had three more
children.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">One of my favorite
genealogical websites for Dutch ancestry is https://www.wiewaswie.nl/en<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjD0MKYNav1xehg9O6argTAq1msK9sqsi6PSxXSG4ngJCKaQ1FTcYI7ASeEgroHp1bjueYTDirEPfpaFWb4fJ6V5MXOMihgy5Q-DYnpyuuDj-CTfmeml3Z9InSBnp0tFjRjznrZZqbnNPvOkqUMi2eDF6gXJsbUKPqcIQMpqxeYLG1Lcma1phO8WDKl=s933" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjD0MKYNav1xehg9O6argTAq1msK9sqsi6PSxXSG4ngJCKaQ1FTcYI7ASeEgroHp1bjueYTDirEPfpaFWb4fJ6V5MXOMihgy5Q-DYnpyuuDj-CTfmeml3Z9InSBnp0tFjRjznrZZqbnNPvOkqUMi2eDF6gXJsbUKPqcIQMpqxeYLG1Lcma1phO8WDKl=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span><p></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-68155456234572023742022-01-26T01:00:00.004-08:002022-01-26T01:00:00.202-08:00Josephine Denis<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Topics we study in
history books affected our ancestors in ways we may never realize. For most of
my ancestors, I know little about them, but they are my history.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Josephine
Denis, My 2nd Great-Grandmother<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">21
Jan 1849 <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>• <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grez-Doiceau, Belgium<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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April 1924 <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>•<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Green Bay, Wisconsin<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">For the longest time,
Josephine was a mystery. From her marriage certificate, I learned her parents
were Frank and Florence. From the 1860 census, I learned that as a 12-year-old,
she lived with two men: a 40-year-old from Belgium and a 17-year-old from
Holland. The men were laborers. She was a domestic. From that I surmised her
family was poor and she had to work as a maid.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Then, a stroke of luck!
Through a contact in Belgian research in 2018, this family line broke wide
open. “Frank” and “Florence” were actually Jean Francois Denis and Marie
Florence Vanschoelandt. (In France, Germany, and other Catholic countries, boys
were given the first name Jean or Johan, and girls were named Marie or another
saint’s name in the belief the saint would be a heavenly intercessor for them.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The Denis family lived
in Grez-Doiceau, Belgium, until Florence died in 1856. Frank and the children
immigrated to Wisconsin and its thriving Belgian community, but then Frank sent
his children away. Dispersing the children wasn’t uncommon when a parent died,
but then why didn’t Frank stay in Belgium where he had family who may have
helped?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiju1RwJgaAV2xyE9BoOlKGpb9zWsv3KfZIEHzggcvou10XaX_Qgg_yDJ6yv8l1z8joyPINf66APILMAyUveItv9VrdDvzPZltMuFsMwj8y03Qnw6j-AqdeDdq3qP_XxGDTe3C8LE-7yfYNbhBDidw06cxwCJGaoo6e8pGIIy1mgZ_Dkg9LTY5rJWwM=s2287" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="2287" height="36" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiju1RwJgaAV2xyE9BoOlKGpb9zWsv3KfZIEHzggcvou10XaX_Qgg_yDJ6yv8l1z8joyPINf66APILMAyUveItv9VrdDvzPZltMuFsMwj8y03Qnw6j-AqdeDdq3qP_XxGDTe3C8LE-7yfYNbhBDidw06cxwCJGaoo6e8pGIIy1mgZ_Dkg9LTY5rJWwM=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I’ve learned what
happened to Josephine’s two brothers. The 14-year-old served as a laborer with
a young Canadian family in Fort Howard, near Green Bay. The younger brother
lived with a Wisconsin woman and her two grown daughters who worked as
seamstresses. It seems to me that Josephine would have had a better life living
with the women for whom she could have learned a trade.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">At the age of nineteen,
she married Moses Martell. They had six children, at least four of whom grew to
adulthood. One of them, Moses Jr., was my great-grandfather. I remember he
always had pink and white mints for my sister and me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-17834444292328529812022-01-19T00:30:00.004-08:002022-01-19T00:30:00.201-08:00Marguerite Lamirault<p> </p><div class="WordSection1">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Borrowing
an idea from a friend, I am writing vignettes of some of my ancestors. Topics
we study in history books affected our ancestors in ways we may never realize.
For most of my ancestors, I know little about them, but they are my history.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Marguerite Lamirault, My 8<sup>th</sup> Great-Grandmother</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">c 1645 • Saint-Germain L'Auxerrois, Paris,
Île-de-France, France</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">17 Oct 1706 • Quebec City, Quebec, Canada</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">King Louis XIV of
France desired that his land in the new world, called New France, be populated.
Soldiers who stayed behind after fighting the Indians that threatened the
settlements needed wives, or they would return to France. The king offered a
dowry of fifty pounds if a woman married a solider or common settler, and 100
pounds if she married an officer. In addition, she was given a small hope chest
which contained the following:</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 22.3pt;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One
head dress<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 22.3pt;">One
taffeta handkerchief</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 22.3pt;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One
pair of shoe ribbons<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 22.3pt;">100
sewing needles</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 22.3pt;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One
comb<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 22.3pt;">One
spool of white thread</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 22.3pt;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One
pair of stockings<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 22.3pt;">One
pair of gloves</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 22.3pt;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One
pair of scissors<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 22.3pt;">Two
knives</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 22.3pt;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">1,000
pins<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 22.3pt;">One
bonnet</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 22.3pt;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Four
lace braids<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 22.3pt;">Ten
pounds in silver money</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyBAOpgqN8Ndl4ATOic_ya-5RCGsELmsW6w4pkr7T0K8lFIP9yMFiLg1WX79yZX5m8iDT-fxBzF9JQnbEKqPXLNGWwF8amuiYO3Go35fOF-PLRb7vh2jkzh92iQC6tEOqLY1nrKFF41zhWGwzpEPf-NMVzPHYH2xoRssidW4dqLvgipCaZn6qjgjat=s160" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="160" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyBAOpgqN8Ndl4ATOic_ya-5RCGsELmsW6w4pkr7T0K8lFIP9yMFiLg1WX79yZX5m8iDT-fxBzF9JQnbEKqPXLNGWwF8amuiYO3Go35fOF-PLRb7vh2jkzh92iQC6tEOqLY1nrKFF41zhWGwzpEPf-NMVzPHYH2xoRssidW4dqLvgipCaZn6qjgjat" width="160" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">These marriageable
young women were called Filles du Roi, daughters of the king. They are
considered the mothers of Canada. At least eight of my ancestors are numbered among them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One of the women who
traveled to New France at the king’s expense was Marguerite Lamirault. Since
she had a dowry of 300 pounds at the marriage and since her parents were still
living, poverty did not prompt her to undertake the journey to a strange,
dangerous land.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">More likely, she already
knew one of the soldiers. The Lamiraults lived withing five blocks of Honoré Martel
in Paris. His father and Marguerite’s father were undoubtedly in contact. Honoré’s
father was a horse merchant and Marguerite’s father was a coachman for the queen.
Despite a 13-year age difference, Marguerite and Honoré may have been
sweethearts, or their fathers arranged their marriage. Taking the king’s offer
was an opportunity to increase her dowry and receive free passage to Canada.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The Lamiraults lived on
rue des Poulies, the street that runs between Le Louvre, where the royal family
lived, and the Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois church where Marguerite was baptized.
Moving from Paris to the wilderness of Quebec must have been quite a shock for her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She and Honoré were
married on the morning of 17 November 1668 in Quebec. Marguerite was declared
not able to sign the marriage contract, but Honoré could. They settled into a
country life, beginning in the town of Sillery. Being from a city family,
however, Honoré was not suited to the life of a farmer. After farming for
twenty years without much success, he went into the lumber trade. He leased a
house in the Upper-Town of Quebec that contained a cellar, two rooms on one
floor, one of which was furnished as a foyer, and an attic.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Marguerite gave birth
to fourteen children between 1669 and 1691. Four died in infancy. Her sixth
child, Paul, was my seventh great-grandfather. She died on 17 Oct 1706.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-4498090435264667012022-01-12T01:00:00.004-08:002022-01-12T01:00:00.169-08:00Honoré Martell<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Borrowing an idea from
a friend, I am writing vignettes of some of my ancestors. Topics we study in
history books affected our ancestors in ways we may never realize. For most of
my ancestors, I know little about them, but they are my history.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjnREP3mytl0HRRiFR8IKBLcT_rHN7DcmwfX0ZCBQWZf9hGeSwfsObS6gTA5p90xGLJcpd5gcxzGXQ2jRGi6ZVc090iUGzpm0qTjgrkwg59Idj3ayUWKfyyRdXK-joaOafwOYQu_jGXnCcVZ-yyvtXa3acNIlnaCaeqsLDX-nE4efYiU6fE-hpeasUo=s261" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="172" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjnREP3mytl0HRRiFR8IKBLcT_rHN7DcmwfX0ZCBQWZf9hGeSwfsObS6gTA5p90xGLJcpd5gcxzGXQ2jRGi6ZVc090iUGzpm0qTjgrkwg59Idj3ayUWKfyyRdXK-joaOafwOYQu_jGXnCcVZ-yyvtXa3acNIlnaCaeqsLDX-nE4efYiU6fE-hpeasUo" width="172" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Honoré
Martell, My 8<sup>th</sup> Great-Grandfather<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">c 1632 </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">• </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Saint-Eustache,
Paris, France</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt;">1712-1714 </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt;">•</span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Quebec City, Quebec, Canada</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In 1663, New France,
the present Quebec, was home to 2,500 French people. They were under threat
from the Iroquois and the English colonies further south on the Atlantic coast.
On 30 June 1665, the Carignan Regiment arrived. One of four companies was quartered
at Quebec. One of the soldiers was Honoré Martell.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When the company
returned to France in October of 1667, Honoré elected to remain. The following
year, he signed a commitment to work for a resident of Gaudarville, seeding an
arpent of land and clearing felled trees from two other arpents. (Arpents were
long narrow parcels of land of about .845 acres, usually along navigable streams.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">On 26 Nov 1668, he
married Marguerite Lamirault in the Church of Notre Dame in Quebec. Marguerite
was from Saint-Germain-l’Auxerrois, a parish very near Saint-Eustache.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If they hadn’t known each other in Paris, and
she was thirteen years younger, they were familiar with the same neighborhoods.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She had arrived in
Quebec that year as a <i>Fille du Roi</i>, daughter of the king. Louis XIV, the
Sun King, sponsored the emigration of marriageable girls to Quebec to keep young
men from leaving.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Honoré did not make a
good farmer. He had to appear before the provost numerous times. Problems
included the death of a rented ox, boundary lines, quarrels with neighbors,
neglecting to pay debts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After twenty years, he
finally began a new career as a longsawyer in 1688, providing planking and
satisfactorily fulfilling contracts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Marguerite died on 17
Oct 1706 at the age of 62. She’d borne fourteen children, nine of them still
living and five not yet married. A year later, Honoré married Marie Marchand,
but he had health problems. Four times he was hospitalized. He died between
June 1712, when he attended his son Jean’s marriage, and September 1714, when
his youngest, Marie-Thérèse married with both parents deceased.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-77943403614382414692022-01-05T01:00:00.001-08:002022-01-05T01:00:00.165-08:00Joseph Wangard<span style="font-size: medium;"> Borrowing an idea from a friend, I am writing vignettes of some of my ancestors. Topics we study in history books affected our ancestors in ways we may never realize. For most of my ancestors, I know little about them, but they are my history.</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Joseph Wangard, My Great-Great-Grandfather </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> 7 May 1846 • Bickenbach, Sankt Goar, Rheinland, Germany </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> 25 Aug 1925 • Milwaukee, Wisconsin </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNGJdW8SzdrnxLYO-rSyuUIataRpcx1NooGbQVv2IKh4Rdf6pW_wKowmAY12NqLU9ioE3CPj8Xms7o00RFPzv7o2wvKOWzjc9pKjP_fSi0DAHLgHJUX25KFCX_s9TY8aYbKZbGmlJY5D9ELMx450dzPyWeTbDeM8jR8LB5ZhrAFjdtAhL6ircpXI2-=s1154" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1154" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNGJdW8SzdrnxLYO-rSyuUIataRpcx1NooGbQVv2IKh4Rdf6pW_wKowmAY12NqLU9ioE3CPj8Xms7o00RFPzv7o2wvKOWzjc9pKjP_fSi0DAHLgHJUX25KFCX_s9TY8aYbKZbGmlJY5D9ELMx450dzPyWeTbDeM8jR8LB5ZhrAFjdtAhL6ircpXI2-=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joseph & Barbara sit in the front. Their son John is behind Joseph.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span> </span>The second of seven children, Joseph married his wife, Barbara Liesenfeld, on 16 Feb 1874. Seven months later, he departed from Hamburg on 30 Sep 1874 aboard the <i>Cimbria</i>. He was listed as a shoemaker.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span> </span>He and Barbara first settled in Cedar Creek, Washington County, Wisconsin. From the birthplaces of their eight children, they moved around Washington County frequently until finally staying in Milwaukee. Their eldest, John, was my great-grandfather. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span> </span>Three of Joseph’s brothers also emigrated to the U.S. Another brother stayed in Germany. His children, Hans, Josefine, and Benno, inspired my debut novel, <i>Friends & Enemies</i>. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span> </span>According to family lore, Joseph wore a full beard to hide a saber scar he received while fighting in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870-1871. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span> </span>At the age of 82, he was struck and killed by an automobile while walking to a neighborhood drug store for ice cream. He had waited for an eastbound vehicle to pass, then walked directly into the path of a westbound car. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI0r7j5Tl0JsnnotE6oSlxRZgPDRNe6w5vyWwe2p_-aQG1DSNTsXVNMQEFlPLJ_zHIjo6tocc6ro5kvwD6rMrtV9c0pFEX3izNgb__jTxX76RXm012DIttK1gJ62NaJ-dCPUGgkULQ-iaB4qkM4-Fis4BrLEMLaglNcoCKLNIrWkj_iUXwAO85L6nk=s626" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="626" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI0r7j5Tl0JsnnotE6oSlxRZgPDRNe6w5vyWwe2p_-aQG1DSNTsXVNMQEFlPLJ_zHIjo6tocc6ro5kvwD6rMrtV9c0pFEX3izNgb__jTxX76RXm012DIttK1gJ62NaJ-dCPUGgkULQ-iaB4qkM4-Fis4BrLEMLaglNcoCKLNIrWkj_iUXwAO85L6nk=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span> </span>In an interesting aside, the <i>Cimbria</i> sank in 1883, the biggest civilian maritime tragedy in German waters. The 16-year-old steamship operated by the Hamburg-Amerika Line sailed from Hamburg on 18 Jan 1883 with 302 passengers and 102 crewmembers. In a heavy fog that morning off the North Sea island of Borkum, a smaller steamer crashed into <i>Cimbria’s</i> portside. Seven lifeboats were inflated, but they weren’t filled to capacity. Three disappeared in the fog. Hypothermia and drowning claimed 357 lives. The disaster made headlines around the world. I wonder if Joseph, busy raising a young family, heard the news.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfAVEn3j4bVuXheulq0HwHT6sSwTGFZfk3SCGzYVwIztQQQPHJQxLxpGJ5Eo4AI8A3dvnY6xuGpwuTCr7foZNJNfNdPOPMka0rKf9vGGq9-84go0zAzBEIC_gJiqKfWWwyq7M5u0z9Pyrws0oY3mY7isuCRvupclzHYo_eBbeyHXugHJ_ajYo0d_96=s1525" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1525" data-original-width="1014" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfAVEn3j4bVuXheulq0HwHT6sSwTGFZfk3SCGzYVwIztQQQPHJQxLxpGJ5Eo4AI8A3dvnY6xuGpwuTCr7foZNJNfNdPOPMka0rKf9vGGq9-84go0zAzBEIC_gJiqKfWWwyq7M5u0z9Pyrws0oY3mY7isuCRvupclzHYo_eBbeyHXugHJ_ajYo0d_96=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Heidi became a widow when her husband’s U-boat sank in the Atlantic. She wonders how her American school chum Rachel is faring. Her husband Paul must be at war too. One day a strange man approaches her. But no, he’s not a stranger. Paul, now a widower,
has been shot down over Germany. With German ancestry, he’s fluent in their language. She takes him home to pose as a German soldier. They’re betrayed and the Gestapo comes calling. They flee across Germany in a desperate journey for Allied lines. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SYML26R</span></div></div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-88336060521860970102021-10-11T23:00:00.003-07:002021-10-11T23:00:00.176-07:00Release Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tl31ogrW1M8/YWRcKlQKBmI/AAAAAAAADz8/L73veVdlx6MBT6fInE8aBx2iOgD-IkzMwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1145/A%2BHeart%2BFor%2Bthe%2BSailor%2Bsm.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="1145" data-original-width="696" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tl31ogrW1M8/YWRcKlQKBmI/AAAAAAAADz8/L73veVdlx6MBT6fInE8aBx2iOgD-IkzMwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/A%2BHeart%2BFor%2Bthe%2BSailor%2Bsm.jpg"/></a></div>
A Heart For the Sailor is now available! This ebook novella features Evelyn, a builder of submarines in Manitowoc, Wisconsin, during World War II. While she’s busy welding, her boyfriend Jerry is aboard the USS Tabberer in the South Pacific. A storm is brewing and they’re sailing into harm’s way.
This expanded story was previously published as a short story called “The Christmas Typhoon” in a collection of historical Christmas short stories. It now takes a closer look at the women called Winnie the Welders.
https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Sailor-Terri-Wangard-ebook/dp/B09G8W9THY
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WN9eIr1Fbk/YWRefdro2-I/AAAAAAAAD0E/J1KGVWBkrBQQhJ0EhfKxv6P1hQwrU9SMwCLcBGAsYHQ/s515/Wayne%2BBero-yellow.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="299" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WN9eIr1Fbk/YWRefdro2-I/AAAAAAAAD0E/J1KGVWBkrBQQhJ0EhfKxv6P1hQwrU9SMwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Wayne%2BBero-yellow.jpg"/></a></div>
Here’s a photo of Jerry. He’s actually a cousin of my mom’s who was a sailor.
Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-25187443062654052512021-10-05T23:00:00.000-07:002021-10-05T23:00:00.166-07:00Aircraft Carriers of Lake Michigan<p> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Early
in 1942, Navy Commander Richard Whitehead endorsed a proposal to train naval
aviators in the Great Lakes. The idea made sense. The nation’s few carriers
were occupied with front line duties, and training on the oceans required
destroyer protection from hostile submarines. The proposal found little interest
until the attack on Pearl Harbor. Then it was fast tracked.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0XwTW6DcaY/YQhOuShv37I/AAAAAAAADvY/AI2wRNALhEUqDZYXVgEKTaMEXEtr3B8FACLcBGAsYHQ/s550/USS%2BWolverine%2Bas%2BSeeandbee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="358" data-original-width="550" height="208" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0XwTW6DcaY/YQhOuShv37I/AAAAAAAADvY/AI2wRNALhEUqDZYXVgEKTaMEXEtr3B8FACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/USS%2BWolverine%2Bas%2BSeeandbee.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The <i>Seeandbee,</i> which became the <i>Wolverine.</i></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Starting
from scratch would use resources needed for combat ships, and ocean-going
vessels were too wide to fit through canals to reach the Great Lakes. Therefore,
two luxurious passenger excursion ships that had fallen on hard times during
the Depression were acquired. These lake steamers were coal-fed side wheelers.
Their finery was stripped, and flight decks added.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBshDJAXjic/YQhQI_dFhPI/AAAAAAAADvs/YUfh6O9xdHk-LRE0n1BvbdGCf_qOtUNuwCLcBGAsYHQ/s700/USS%2BWolverine%2Bgets%2Ba%2Bdeck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="700" height="253" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBshDJAXjic/YQhQI_dFhPI/AAAAAAAADvs/YUfh6O9xdHk-LRE0n1BvbdGCf_qOtUNuwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/USS%2BWolverine%2Bgets%2Ba%2Bdeck.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The <i>Wolverine </i>is fitted with a flight deck. <span style="font-size: x-small;">US Naval History and Heritage Command photo</span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; text-indent: 0.5in;">The SS<i> Seeandbee</i> had provided
luxury overnight service between Cleveland and Buffalo, New York. It featured
510 rooms that accommodated 6,000 passengers. Sixty-two rooms had private
toilets and twenty-four were suites. Its accouterments </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; text-indent: 0.5in;">included a book shop, flower booths, men’s and
women’s writing rooms, balconies, and an orchestra that could be heard
throughout the parlors, salons, and atrium. The <i>Seeandbee</i> became the USS<i>
Wolverine</i>.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px;">S</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">S</span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> Greater Buffalo</i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> had been a palatial steamer providing overnight
service between Buffalo and Detroit for 1,500 passengers. In 1936, it had been
docked in Cleveland as a floating hotel for the Republican Convention. It
became the </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">USS</span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> Sable.</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oj6hIpb5v4/YQhP52zPfrI/AAAAAAAADvo/8dFO1B3s1sQfew8vPI9CIRxHjwgLvBTXgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/USS%2BSable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1306" data-original-width="2048" height="204" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oj6hIpb5v4/YQhP52zPfrI/AAAAAAAADvo/8dFO1B3s1sQfew8vPI9CIRxHjwgLvBTXgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/USS%2BSable.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">USS <i>Sable</i></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">After
flight training, pilots came to Glenview Naval Air Station west of Chicago for
carrier qualifications. Day one took place in a classroom. Day two saw them
practicing on “bounce fields” where they had to land in small, designated
areas. On day three, they had to land and take off on one of the “postage stamp
sized” carriers. After eight landings and take offs, they became carrier
qualified.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">The
carriers were dangerous. Not only were the pilots trainees, but also the deck
crews, sailors provided by the Great Lakes Naval Training Center north of
Chicago. Arresting wires snapped, planes crashed and burned, deck crewmen would
be hit by spinning props, even snow squalls in winter.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Even
calm days presented problems. If the carriers couldn’t generate sufficient “wind
over deck,” certain types of aircraft couldn’t take off. Instead of using the
aircraft they would fly in combat, pilots had to use lightweight training
aircraft.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">These
lake carriers were not true aircraft carriers. They lacked elevators, hanger
decks, and armaments. If too many damaged aircraft cluttered the flight deck,
flight operations had to be curtailed. Because the carriers were coal-fired, dense
smoke might hang over the deck.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">The decks of the lake carriers were 550 feet long.
Combat carriers had 800’ decks. The navy reasoned that pilots who managed with
shorter decks that were also lower to the water would have no trouble with the
combat fleet.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwga0gj92H8/YQhPFJu5EPI/AAAAAAAADvg/E2uBHn2zB5482H1jEH4LeqUDjrSjD2p_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s901/USS%2BWolverine%2BWildcat%2Bmishap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwga0gj92H8/YQhPFJu5EPI/AAAAAAAADvg/E2uBHn2zB5482H1jEH4LeqUDjrSjD2p_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/USS%2BWolverine%2BWildcat%2Bmishap.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Wildcat mishap on the <i>Wolverine.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /><br /></span></i></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">The
<i>Wolverine</i> began its navy career in January of 1943. The <i>Sable</i>
joined it at the Navy Pier in May. Over 15,000 carrier pilots trained on the
two ships. There were between 130 and 150 crashes, with eight pilots killed and
more than one hundred planes sunk.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">With
the end of the war, both lake carriers were decommissioned in November of 1945.
Both were sold for scrap.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">See last week's post on Submarines in Lake Michigan. </span></p>
Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-21532797097772609292021-09-28T23:00:00.003-07:002021-09-28T23:00:00.228-07:00Submarines in Lake Michigan<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">During World War II, submarines
were built in Wisconsin. The Manitowoc Shipbuilding Company built twenty-eight
submarines for the Navy, the only ones built at a freshwater port.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">The shipyard president proposed
building destroyers in 1939. The ships would be transported through the Chicago
River, the Illinois River, and the Mississippi River in a floating drydock. The
Navy suggested submarines instead. Knowing nothing about underway boats, a team
traveled to New London, Connecticut, to learn from the Electric Boat Company.<o:p></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InPybqR4r-U/YUo45EPlMdI/AAAAAAAADyA/u-4aKfxs6hYLgvqCItVhGDosFjI8hV3HACLcBGAsYHQ/s1746/ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="1746" height="253" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InPybqR4r-U/YUo45EPlMdI/AAAAAAAADyA/u-4aKfxs6hYLgvqCItVhGDosFjI8hV3HACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/ice.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The bridge of a sub is covered with ice during trials in March, 1944.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Sea trials of finished subs were
conducted in Lake Michigan. </span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Peto</i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">, the
yard’s first submarine, got underway on November 6, 1942. As it headed down
river and under bridges to the lake, workmen and townspeople crowded the
streets, shores, and office windows to cheer its progress. As it approached the
outer harbor, a car ferry rendered three long and two short blasts on its
whistle. Captain Foster, who had come out from New London to conduct the first
trials, asked his pilot, a local seaman, what the signal meant. No such signal
existed in the International or Inland Water Rules. The pilot informed him it
was simply the Great Lakes salute from one vessel to another, signifying good
luck and pleasant voyage.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrzdfZMgP3g/YUo3obs7LnI/AAAAAAAADxw/ZCEmAXcCZqwoRTKF41HBqqRie_PCgT_5ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1718/Sub%2Blaunching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="1718" height="257" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrzdfZMgP3g/YUo3obs7LnI/AAAAAAAADxw/ZCEmAXcCZqwoRTKF41HBqqRie_PCgT_5ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Sub%2Blaunching.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen-Sans, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Fira Sans", "Droid Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, "ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", メイリオ, Meiryo, "MS Pゴシック", Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">A submarine is launched at the Manitowoc Shipbuilding Company.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Over five days of trials, the crew
tested pumps, valves, hydraulic systems, steering gear, and plane operating
mechanism. The first dive was made from a stationary position, bleeding in
compressed air. With pressure holding, the sub slowly submerged, maintaining a
perfect trim while a steady stream of reports came to the conning tower.
Everything went well, with machinery functioning as expected and no leaks.
Running dives followed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">The crucial test was diving to 300 feet.
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Peto</i> headed to the middle of Lake
Michigan opposite Sheboygan, Wisconsin. Here it dove in incremental depth
increases, leveling off at each fifty feet for readings on the deflection of
the hull and alignment of machinery. Everything was within allowable limits.
Upon surfacing, more readings showed the hull had returned to its original
shape within allowable tolerance.<o:p></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7WwwWV_WeA/YUo4Lgk0q4I/AAAAAAAADx4/TPHWmXFxb5EcQ1H48cBqOibrdbKM4GAwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1712/Spencer%2BTracy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="1712" height="258" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7WwwWV_WeA/YUo4Lgk0q4I/AAAAAAAADx4/TPHWmXFxb5EcQ1H48cBqOibrdbKM4GAwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Spencer%2BTracy.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen-Sans, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Fira Sans", "Droid Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, "ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", メイリオ, Meiryo, "MS Pゴシック", Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">Actor Spencer Tracy descends into the hatch of the submarine Icefish during a visit to the Manitowoc Shipbuilding Company in May, 1944.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">A Trial Board of ten Navy personnel
came from Washington for inspection. After two days of tests, </span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Peto</i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> returned to port with a broom lashed
to the periscope. It had made a clean sweep of all its test.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Twenty-eight submarines went
through these tests in Lake Michigan. Of those, three did not see action before
the war ended, and four are on Eternal Patrol, lost at sea.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GN3r7ImbKNM/YUo2iQD3WxI/AAAAAAAADxo/EXd2UhISTR0EQam3fM3xJJhSMhNAhoWLQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1145/A%2BHeart%2BFor%2Bthe%2BSailor%2Bsm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1145" data-original-width="696" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GN3r7ImbKNM/YUo2iQD3WxI/AAAAAAAADxo/EXd2UhISTR0EQam3fM3xJJhSMhNAhoWLQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/A%2BHeart%2BFor%2Bthe%2BSailor%2Bsm.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><br /> <span> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Evelyn </span><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">van der Heiden is a Winnie the Welder. She builds
submarines in Manitowoc, Wisconsin. Jerry Collier is a sailor aboard the USS <i>Tabberer</i>, a destroyer escort in the
Pacific Fleet.</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif;">Evelyn
is ready to marry, but Jerry is leery of taking a matrimonial step. It will
take a tragedy to change his thinking.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif;">This
e-novella may now be preordered </span>at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Sailor-Terri-Wangard-ebook/dp/B09G8W9THY"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Sailor-Terri-Wangard-ebook/dp/B09G8W9THY</span></a><o:p></o:p></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-58934695179156701032021-09-21T23:00:00.009-07:002021-09-21T23:00:00.213-07:00Something Old, Something New<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PER35JI0Qa8/YUo0LQ70mtI/AAAAAAAADxg/UR3AQ-2Mn_oOx0GjmhSb2V38EVico4syACLcBGAsYHQ/s1145/A%2BHeart%2BFor%2Bthe%2BSailor%2Bsm.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1145" data-original-width="696" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PER35JI0Qa8/YUo0LQ70mtI/AAAAAAAADxg/UR3AQ-2Mn_oOx0GjmhSb2V38EVico4syACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/A%2BHeart%2BFor%2Bthe%2BSailor%2Bsm.jpg" /></a></div>
In three weeks, my new/old novella will release! Half of A Heart For the Sailor was previously published as a short story “Christmas Typhoon,” that was part of a collection of historical Christmas short stories. Jerry was a sailor on the destroyer escort Tabberer in the Pacific. As the ship careened through Typhoon Cobra, he read letters from his girl, Evelyn. <div> The new, expanded version features Evelyn and her work at the Manitowoc Shipyard, building submarines. Rather than being a Rosie the Riveter, she was a Winnie the Welder. She wants to plan a future with Jerry, but isn’t sure of his commitment. </div><div> Release day of this e-novella is October 12, and it is now available for pre-order. You can find it at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Sailor-Terri-Wangard-ebook/dp/B09G8W9THY" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Sailor-Terri-Wangard-ebook/dp/B09G8W9THY</a> I’m undecided whether there will be a print version. Do you prefer having a physical book? </div><div><span> </span>Next week I’ll share a little more about the unlikely warships to be found in Lake Michigan during World War II.</div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-67904850055624616342021-04-27T02:00:00.001-07:002021-04-27T02:00:00.235-07:00How Graphic is Too Graphic?<p> <span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Some reviewers of my new novel </span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The Storm Breaks Forth</i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> considered
portions of it to be difficult to read. Said one, “Some scenes are extremely
intense and horrific, which may be difficult for a few readers, for this
reason, I would suggest the book be read by those over 16.” Another wrote, “If
you are squeamish about war stories, be aware that the battle scenes are
vivid.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">I include war scenes because that’s
what war is. It’s not glorious. There may be honor or courage or heroics, but
glory? Where is the glory in killing and maiming and innocent babies dying?<o:p></o:p></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8Gs-lDhTzM/YIMTI25_hFI/AAAAAAAADoc/z1B308gYgLAnRj-6aTQT7WubE3AJKldWACLcBGAsYHQ/s566/Shell%2Bshock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8Gs-lDhTzM/YIMTI25_hFI/AAAAAAAADoc/z1B308gYgLAnRj-6aTQT7WubE3AJKldWACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Shell%2Bshock.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Many combatants in World War I were
eager to go into battle. Did they change their minds after seeing their buddies
vaporized in shell bursts or suffer their own limbs sliced off by shrapnel? I
wonder. So many suffered shell shock, or returned home and refused to speak
about their experiences.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">I refuse to whitewash war. That
said, my idea for a new book contains no battle scenes!<o:p></o:p></p><br /></div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-9288006492098019452021-04-06T00:00:00.001-07:002021-04-06T00:00:01.532-07:00Release Day!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6Q2nPTfNYA/YGto8CZbuII/AAAAAAAADng/VdQwt0phZToLDT--9uOlBGOYVWG_aFFsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1190/Storm%2B-%2BRelease%2BDay%2Bfireworks%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1190" data-original-width="1190" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6Q2nPTfNYA/YGto8CZbuII/AAAAAAAADng/VdQwt0phZToLDT--9uOlBGOYVWG_aFFsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/Storm%2B-%2BRelease%2BDay%2Bfireworks%2B3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yay! The
Storm Breaks Forth is now available at Amazon. A few early readers
had this to say:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT", serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This
book was a heartbreaking beautiful read. It’s full of emotions and you can feel
every one of them. It tells the story of the effects of World War l on the home
front and on the Front lines. This is a book that everybody needs to read. It’s
a book that will stay in your mind long after you turn the last page. ~ Ann</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
need to read stories like this for perspective. History repeats itself over and
over and over, because human nature doesn’t change. Terri Wangard’s new novel
shows us just how far we’ve traveled from WWI. Unfortunately, it’s a very short
distance. Her portrayal of the treatment of German immigrants/German Americans
could have been taken from our recent war with Iraq and Afghanistan and our
fear of Muslims, or our current controversy over racial prejudice. ~ Mary<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;">The
Storm Breaks Forth by Terri Wangard is a marvelous historical novel following
the final year of World War I.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;">Terri Wangard has constructed a
powerful tale examining the effects of war on the home-front and at the Front
for the German Americans.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;">Once America entered the war, those
of German descent were viewed with suspicion. A witch hunt by some meant that
innocent citizens were interred in camps throughout the conflict.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;">Husbands,
brothers and sons were conscripted to fight. The reader witnesses the highs and
lows of training before being sent overseas.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;">France was drowning in mud and
stalemate. Battle-lines drawn in 1914 had moved little as young men on both
sides were used as cannon fodder. The conditions were awful. The mud, the rats
and the lice were easy to visualize due to Terri Wangard’s mighty pen.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;">Life on the home-front was hard in
a different way. Women left behind had to learn to cope alone. Those of German
heritage faced prejudice and hate from small-minded people.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;">There
were those at home who worked tirelessly for the war effort – buying war bonds,
giving patriotic speeches, organizing parcels for the troops – they gave of
themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;">As
if war were not enough, there was a flu epidemic to be faced too.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Seagull Lt BT",serif;">Terri Wangard has constructed a
powerful read showing the effects of war on all. With hindsight it is so
horrific to know that the war to end all wars – didn’t. Thank you, Terri
Wangard, for another fabulous read. ~ Julia<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><p></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-62030534674650965192021-03-29T23:00:00.001-07:002021-03-29T23:00:10.838-07:00Wartime Cookbook<p> <span> </span><span> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">People’s diets from one hundred
years ago horrify lots of folks today. Pie crusts made with pig lard? Meat for
every meal?</span></p><div class="WordSection1"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">One hundred years ago, hybridized
wheat hadn’t been introduced. Tinkered with to produce drought-resistant crops
requiring less time and fertilizer for robust growth, modern wheat may be to
blame for the rise of celiac and gluten sensitivity.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Back then, commercially raised beef
cattle weren’t kept in tight quarters and fed a diet of antibiotics that are
unhealthy for us. Folks lived long, healthy lives without the obesity we see
today.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">So what was on the menu one hundred
years ago? What was on the shelves of the neighborhood grocery store?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Because America sent a lot of food
overseas to the Allies and the army, rationing became necessary. Foods in short
supply included wheat, sugar, fats and oils, and meat, especially beef.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M2qic5i9nNU/YFjpQfKlWhI/AAAAAAAADmg/yF6z38nk-gQ2ot-pqpRCViSBvQjPHc84wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Storm%2Bkindle%2Bcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1278" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M2qic5i9nNU/YFjpQfKlWhI/AAAAAAAADmg/yF6z38nk-gQ2ot-pqpRCViSBvQjPHc84wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Storm%2Bkindle%2Bcover.jpg" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">In my new book releasing next week,
</span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The Storm Breaks Forth</i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">, Maren Bloch
coordinates a cookbook to help homemakers prepare tasty meals during wheatless
and meatless days during World War I. Paging through some of these wartime
cookbooks, I noticed many recipes call for lard or a fat other than butter.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Ovens didn’t have the temperature
controls we have nowadays. Recipes called for a slow oven (300-325°), a
moderate oven (350-375°), or a hot oven (400-450°).<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Go into a grocery store today and
you’ll find wheat flour. Other types of flour have become more common, found in
gluten-free or specialty sections. A wide selection of flours was available one
hundred years ago. I found many recipes calling for barley flour, corn flour,
buckwheat, rye flour, graham flour, and bran flour.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">I’m not going to rush out and
purchase pig lard. However, Great-Grandma’s recipes shouldn’t be discarded.
Here are samples from the Abingdon War-Food Book published in 1918.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Hoover Cookies<o:p></o:p></p>
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<div class="WordSection2">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Peanuts (1 pt. before shelling)<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>1 c Pettyjohn’s Breakfast Food</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">½ c fat (other than butter)<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>¼ t grated nutmeg</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1 c sugar<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> 1</span> c wheat flour</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1/8 t salt<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>2 t baking powder</p><div class="WordSection2"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p></o:p></p></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">½ lemon or orange (peel and
juice)<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Shell the peanuts and run
peanuts, Pettyjohnn’s, and lemon rind through the meat grinder. Add fat,
melted, and then water and lemon juice. Then add gradually sugar, salt, nutmeg,
flour, and baking powder sifted together. Mix well and drop into greased pans.
Bake in hot over 15-20 minutes.</p></div><div class="WordSection3"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;">War
Cake<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
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<div class="WordSection4"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">2 c brown sugar<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>1 t cloves, ground</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">2 c hot water<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>1 t soda</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">2 T lard<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>3 c flour</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1 package or less seeded raisins<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>1 t salt</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1 t cinnamon, ground</p>
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<div class="WordSection5"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Boil all ingredients but the
flour, raisins, and soda together for 5 minutes. Cool. When cold, add soda
sifted in ½ the flour, and the raisins mixed with the rest of the flour. Bake
in a loaf 45 minutes in a slow oven, or in a sheet 30 minutes.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;">Potato
Dumplings<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
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<div class="WordSection6"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">2 or 3 medium potatoes<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>1 T sifted bread crumbs</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">¼ t mace<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>1 egg</p><div class="WordSection6"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p></o:p></p></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: .25in;">1 t beef suet
chopped fine or the same<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>amount of butter<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">¼ t salt<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Bake the potatoes. Scoop out
insides and rub through a sieve. There should be one cupful. When cold, add the
other ingredients, and the egg well beaten. Flour the hands. Make into balls
and drop into boiling salted water. Simmer for fifteen minutes.</p></div><div class="WordSection7"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;">Baked
Peanuts<o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br /></p>
</div>
<div class="WordSection8"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1 c ground peanuts<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>1 egg</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">2 c mashed potatoes<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>1 t salt</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1 small onion chopped fine<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>½ t paprika</p>
<br />Mix and place in a buttered
baking dish and bake in a moderate oven half an hour. Serve with or without
tomato sauce.</div><div class="WordSection9"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;">Bean
Rarebit<o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
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<div class="WordSection10"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1 c mashed baked beans<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>½ t salt</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1 c grated cheese<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>¼ t mustard</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1 c scalded milk<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>¼ t paprika</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1 egg (may be omitted)<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Melt the cheese over hot water;
add the seasonings and milk gradually, stirring till smooth; add egg and beans
and serve on hot toast or crackers.</p></div><div class="WordSection11"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;">Wheatless
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br /></p>
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<div class="WordSection12"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">1½ c barley flour<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>¼ t soda</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">½ c cooked oatmeal<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>½ t baking powder</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">¼ c sugar<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>3 T cooking oil</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">¼ c raisins<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p>¼ c molasses</p>
<br />Heat the molasses and fat to
boiling point, add soda and combine with other ingredients, previously
thoroughly mixed. Bake in muffin tins half an hour.</div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Bon appétit!<o:p></o:p></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-67240640669932357092021-03-22T23:00:00.002-07:002021-03-22T23:00:07.282-07:00Another Family-Inspired Novel<p> <span> </span><span> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">No one in my direct ancestral line
fought in World War I. No one fought in World War II either. My dad’s
brother-in-law did, but Dad was too young and his father was no longer young.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">The country was united in World War
II. Being in service was patriotic. To an extent, the same was true in World War
I, but not among German Americans. Anti-German hysteria was high, even in
Wisconsin with its high percentage of German immigration.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">My father’s family had one hundred
percent German ancestry, and they lived in Milwaukee. No one from that time is
still living. I can’t ask what their lives were like. Were they threatened by
the rabid patriots or did they too scorn those unhappy about fighting their
home country? Did they believe American involvement was necessary? Did they
sign pledge cards and buy war bonds? Did they know anyone who had yellow paint
splashed on their house?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">My grandmother, born in 1900, lost
her mother as age four and her father at age sixteen, and her oldest sister
died in the Spanish flu pandemic in 1918. Life was hard enough without a war.
My grandfather, a young teen at the time, probably saw his machinist father do
war work.<o:p></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBz3gTXTisY/YFjkV3w7cbI/AAAAAAAADmY/KifmSEM-96E606KsNKRdWINAByY_-d7NQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Storm%2Bkindle%2Bcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1278" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBz3gTXTisY/YFjkV3w7cbI/AAAAAAAADmY/KifmSEM-96E606KsNKRdWINAByY_-d7NQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Storm%2Bkindle%2Bcover.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><i>The Storm Breaks Forth</i> releases in two weeks, on April 6.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">As I did in my first novel, </span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Friends
& Enemies, </i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">in </span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The Storm Breaks
Forth</i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">, I created a family to be proud of. Peter Bloch is the son of German
immigrants. His wife Maren is a recent immigrant. She steps way outside her
comfort zone to help folks manage with the strict rationing set in place. Peter
is a brave soldier who wins high acclaim. Their story is what I wouldn’t mind
having in my family tree.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Oh, that photo of Peter Bloch on
the cover? He’s my first cousin twice removed, and he’s wearing an army
uniform. His name was Herb Zickuhr. I use his name in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Storm Breaks Forth</i>, but for one of Peter’s friends. (Bloch is
my paternal grandmother’s name, and Peter is borrowed from one of my
grandfather’s uncles.)<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Herb died in 1928 at age 29. I
thought he may have been gassed in the war, or had lingering problems from a
wound. Then I noticed his WWI registration card. It’s dated September 12, 1918.
The war ended two months later. He could not have reported to a training camp,
trained, traveled to a port city, crossed the ocean by ship, and arrived in
time to fight. I do not know why this young farmer died, but it wasn’t war
related.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">I am left to imagine, what might my
family’s story be like if…<o:p></o:p></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-16134632455145939972021-01-28T02:00:00.001-08:002021-01-28T02:00:01.665-08:00No Drama on the Lusitania?<p> <span> </span><span> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I read an article last year about </span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Titanic</i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> fanatics. People collect chunks
of asphalt and rusted pipes from the old Pier 54 in New York where the
survivors came ashore. They buy canned seawater that may have flowed over the
wreck and Styrofoam cups that have been taken down to crush depth. Social media sites abound for the </span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Titanic</i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Even before it sailed, and sank, on
its maiden voyage, it captured the international imagination. Unprecedented in
grandeur, its system of bulkheads led to the claim of being unsinkable.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Three years later, the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania</i> sank in a deliberate act of
war by a German submarine. Eight years old, the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania</i> was also enormous and grand. It sank within sight of
land, and people in Ireland watched its demise.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">The <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania</i> has never rivaled the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Titanic’s</i>
fascination. Why not?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">According to the article, the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania</i> sank too quickly. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Titanic</i> lingered on the surface for over
two hours, whereas the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania</i> went
down in eighteen minutes. Historian and president of the Titanic International
Society Charles Haas said, “There wasn’t enough time for stories to play out
and interpersonal dramas to take place [on the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania</i>].”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Seriously? There was plenty of
drama on the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania.</i><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Maybe if the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Titanic</i> had sailed more often and lost its newness. Maybe if the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania’s</i> sinking had preceded the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Titanic’s.</i> Maybe if the world’s
attention hadn’t been diverted by the war. Maybe if it had taken seventy years
to locate the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania’s</i> resting
place.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">What do you think?<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sngxaOoNKOs/YBHud9oknyI/AAAAAAAADjI/8YlDn9bf2so9lvvCgP_x3FbeWNBUA66xACLcBGAsYHQ/s1350/Roll%2BBack%2Bthe%2BClouds%2Breduced.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="923" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sngxaOoNKOs/YBHud9oknyI/AAAAAAAADjI/8YlDn9bf2so9lvvCgP_x3FbeWNBUA66xACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Roll%2BBack%2Bthe%2BClouds%2Breduced.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">There’s plenty of drama in </span><i style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">Roll
Back the Clouds.</i> </div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-49339468253413230712020-11-11T08:16:00.001-08:002020-11-11T08:16:27.164-08:00The Day For Poppies<p><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">This post was first published five years ago.</span> <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></p><p> A Facebook friend posted pictures from her trip to London. Having been there, I enjoyed perusing them. A surprise greeted me with the Tower of London photos. A sea of red flowed from the Tower.</p><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYoNFuoTyb8/VFpjSCzHvXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7_MaRQ9hB-4/s1600/Wide%2Blook.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYoNFuoTyb8/VFpjSCzHvXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7_MaRQ9hB-4/s1600/Wide%2Blook.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-indent: 0.5in;">From August 5, Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red has on display at the Tower of London, marking one hundred years since Britain's involvement began in World War I. Ceramic poppies have progressively filled the Tower's moat. It ends today on Remembrance Day, November 11, the date the armistice ended the war in 1918. Each of the 888,246 ceramic poppies represents a British military fatality in the war. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We7XX5HGHDM/VFpje8RtDeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/p1mjhoDuBvg/s1600/Wide%2Bview.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We7XX5HGHDM/VFpje8RtDeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/p1mjhoDuBvg/s1600/Wide%2Bview.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption">Photos by <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<![endif]--></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Why poppies?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>In Flanders fields the poppies blow</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>Between the crosses, row on row,</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>That mark our place; and in the sky</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>The larks, still bravely singing, fly</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>Scarce heard amid the guns below.</i></div><div align="center" class="poem" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="poem" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">We are the Dead. Short days ago<br />We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<br />Loved and were loved, and now we lie<br />In Flanders fields.</i></div><div align="center" class="poem" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="poem" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br />To you from failing hands we throw<br />The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br />If ye break faith with us who die<br />We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br />In Flanders fields.</i></div><div align="center" class="poem" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> Canadian Lt. Col. John McCrae wrote this poem early in World War I, before the disillusionment that came as the years dragged on. The poem so inspired Moina Michael of the American Young Women's Christian Association that she wrote a poem of her own.<br /><br /><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>Sleep sweet - to rise anew!</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>We caught the torch you threw</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>And holding high, we keep the Faith</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>With All who died.</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>We cherish, too, the poppy red</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>That grows on fields where valor led;</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>It seems to signal to the skies</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>That blood of heroes never deis,</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>But lends a lustre to the red</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>Of the flower that blooms above the dead</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>In Flanders Fields.</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>And now the Torch and Poppy Red</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>We wear in honor of our dead.</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>Fear not that ye have died for naught;</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought</i></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><i>In Flanders Fields.</i></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXnLE9tYsBQ/VFpjm-ivuPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3rGXNZslufk/s1600/Moina%2BMichael%2Bstamp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXnLE9tYsBQ/VFpjm-ivuPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3rGXNZslufk/s1600/Moina%2BMichael%2Bstamp.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> </i></div><i> </i>Moina wore a red silk poppy pinned to her coat at a YWCA Overseas War Secretaries' Conference in November, 1918, and gave out twenty-five more. She sought to have the poppy adopted as a national symbol of remembrance.<br /><i> </i>The National American Legion did adopt the poppy as their official symbol of remembrance at a 1920 conference. Attending was a French woman, Anna Guérin, who began selling artificial poppies. She sent her sellers to London in 1921, where the poppy was adopted by Field Marshal Douglas Haig, a founder of the Royal British Legion.<br /><div style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The poppies at the Tower of London will now be sold for £25 (about $40) and will benefit charities.</div><div style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLs8X8cCEp8/VFpjsYJeKHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ClLtJ-rnTM0/s1600/Beefeaters.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLs8X8cCEp8/VFpjsYJeKHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ClLtJ-rnTM0/s1600/Beefeaters.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></div> Have you ever wondered why service organizations sell poppies at stores' entrances on Veteran's Day?Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-39136151158942269732020-03-17T12:33:00.000-07:002020-03-17T12:33:11.034-07:00It's Here!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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is now available at Amazon, both as an ebook and in print. A large print
version will come in a day or two. And on Friday, Barnes & Noble will offer
the print book.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The timing works well
for those who suddenly find themselves with time on their hands with all the
closures and isolation demands. Now you can sit back and read without feeling
guilty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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new novel about the <i>Lusitania</i>, releases on March 17. Many of the
passengers aboard the ill-fated, final voyage appear alongside main characters,
Geoff and Rosaleen Bonnard. I’ll be profiling several of them here. This week, meet
the Crompton family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span></span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> Paul and Gladys Crompton married in 1900
and had six children. Because Paul traveled frequently for the Booth Group (parent
company of the <i>Lusitania</i>) and usually took his family with him, the
children were born in different places around the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">In
1915, while living in Philadelphia, Paul was offered a position with Booth
Steamship Company, and the family planned to move to England. The <i>Lusitania</i>
was their usual mode of transportation<i>.</i> Along with nurse Dorothy Allen
(for eight-month-old Peter), the family occupied staterooms D-56, D-58, and D-60.
The children made so much noise that the passenger in D-54 requested another
cabin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">As
the <i>Lusitania</i> sank, another passenger said he saw Paul Crompton
fastening a lifebelt to baby Peter, and he himself helped one of the daughters
adjust her belt. None of the family survived. The bodies of the three sons,
Stephen, 17, John, 6, and Peter were recovered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the Clouds, </i>Rosaleen meets Gladys and several of her children. She
later gives Peter a bottle in the nursery, and identifies John and Peter in a
morgue. </span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<br />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-66930809665364891972020-03-04T17:00:00.000-08:002020-03-04T17:00:02.858-08:00Lusitania Passenger Father Basil Maturin<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Roll Back the Clouds</span></i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">, my
new novel about the <i>Lusitania</i>, releases on March 17. Many of the
passengers aboard the ill-fated, final voyage appear alongside main characters,
Geoff and Rosaleen Bonnard. I’ll be profiling several of them here. This week, meet
Father Basil Maturin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Basil Maturin was born in 1847 in
Ireland. After receiving an education at Trinity College in Dublin, he was sent
to Philadelphia to be the rector at St. Clement’s Episcopalian Church. He
became a Catholic in 1897.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">In
1913, he became Catholic chaplain at Oxford University. He embarked on a
preaching tour in the United States in 1915, and was returning to England on
the <i>Lusitania</i>. While in New York, he spoke to several Irish-Americans
and was surprised, but relieved, to discover they were not pro-German.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the <i>Lusitania</i> sank, he administered absolutions to several people, and
was seen placing a child in a lifeboat. He did not wear a lifebelt, and was
lost in the disaster. His body was recovered by two elderly fishermen and
identified by his papers, silver watch, banker’s drafts for ₤2,000. He was
buried in England.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">In <i>Roll Back
the Clouds, </i>Father Maturin meets the Bonnards in the first-class
lounge, where they partook of afternoon tea. </span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<br />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-85110247403865198522020-02-26T17:00:00.000-08:002020-02-26T17:00:00.227-08:00Lusitania Passenger Marie Depage<br />
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new novel about the <i>Lusitania</i>, releases on March 17. Many of the
passengers aboard the ill-fated, final voyage appear alongside main characters,
Geoff and Rosaleen Bonnard. I’ll be profiling several of them here. This week, meet
Marie Depage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Marie Picard married Antoine Depage, a
noted Belgian surgeon and chairman of the Belgian Red Cross, in 1893, and they
had three sons. Marie was a nurse, and worked alongside her husband in
Constantinople during the Balkan Wars in 1912.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">When
the Germans invaded Belgium in 1914, Dr. Depage established L’Hôpital de L’Océan
in La Panne, Belgium. Marie helped train nurses, working closely with English
nurse Edith Cavell. With the means for caring for the wounded becoming scarce,
she embarked on a fund-raising trip to the United States in February, 1915. She
raised over $100,000 and half that again in supplies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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middle son, Lucien, would soon be sent to the battlefront, and Marie headed for home
to see him off. She had a ticket for the Red Star Lines <i>S.S. Lapland</i>,
which would sail on April 29. The opportunity for a final fund-raising meeting
that evening prompted her to switch to the <i>Lusitania</i>, which sailed on
May 1. Both ships were due to arrive in Liverpool on May 7.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">After the torpedoing, Marie was seen on deck calming children and assisting
women into lifeboats. </span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 16px;">While onboard, she had met a friend, Dr. James Houghton, who would join her husband in La Panne.</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">They jumped together when the water
came over the deck, but became separated when Houghton struck his head. He
believed she became entangled in ropes and drowned.</span></div>
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to her cause were assured their money wasn’t lost. Marie would not have carried
such a large sum of cash. It was remitted to Belgium through the bank.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the Clouds, </i>Rosaleen recognizes Marie Depage as the woman her Belgian
father went to hear and contributed to the hospital. </span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<br />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-48388527767217409402020-02-19T17:00:00.000-08:002020-02-19T17:00:16.590-08:00Lusitania Passenger Ian Holbourn<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Roll Back the Clouds</span></i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">, my
new novel about the <i>Lusitania</i>, releases on March 17. Many of the
passengers aboard the ill-fated, final voyage appear alongside main characters,
Geoff and Rosaleen Bonnard. I’ll be profiling several of them here. This week, meet
Ian Holbourn.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ian Holbourn passed by the Isle of Foula in Scotland. He visited Foula the following
year, and determined to buy the island. He succeeded in doing so, and thus became
laird of Foula. When he took his future wife to visit Foula, she was surprised
they were treated like royalty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Ian was a lecturer at Oxford, Cambridge, and London. His
topics ranged from archaeology and architecture to Greek philosophy and
medieval history to social and ethical problems. He was invited by the Lecturers’
Association of New York to tour the United States, and presented over one
thousand lectures at universities across America. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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entitled <i>The Fundamental Theory of Beauty.</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had taken it with him to the U.S., hoping
to have it ready for publication in 1916. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Returning
home on the <i>Lusitania</i>, he was outspoken in lobbying for passengers to learn
proper evacuation and how to put on lifebelts, and was critical of the captain’s
refusal to hold lifeboat drills for passengers. A group of men came to him and
ordered him to stop talking of these things and upsetting the others. For their
refusal to face the dangers of sailing into the war zone, he called them the
Ostrich Club.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">When
the Lusitania sank, he jumped into the sea with a few of his most important
manuscripts. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He swam to an overcrowded
lifeboat, where he was refused to come aboard. He threw in his manuscripts so
at least they would be saved. After nearly an hour in the water, he was pulled
into another lifeboat, and survived.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the Clouds, </i>Geoff Bonnard hears Professor Holbourn warn of the possible
danger and derisively refer to the Ostrich Club. </span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<br />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-84704766832120467612020-02-12T17:00:00.000-08:002020-02-12T17:00:00.357-08:00Lusitania Passengers: the Pearl Family<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Roll Back the Clouds</span></i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">, my
new novel about the <i>Lusitania</i>, releases on March 17. Many of the
passengers aboard the ill-fated, final voyage appear alongside main characters,
Geoff and Rosaleen Bonnard. I’ll be profiling several of them here. This week, meet
the Pearl family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Surgeon-Major Warren Pearl serviced with
the Medical Corps in the Philippines during the Spanish-American War. After he
married Amy Lea Duncan in 1909, he retired from the military. While vacationing
in Europe in 1914, their third child, Susan, was born, and the Pearls recruited
Alice Lines to help with the children.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">While
they were in Denmark, Dr. Pearl went back to England, hoping to enroll Stuart,
their eldest, at Eton. On his return to Denmark through Lübeck, Germany, he was
arrested by the Germans on suspicion of spying for England. He was, after all,
wearing English tweeds and carrying a copy of the <i>London Times.</i> He
telegrammed his wife to come at once. While she was away, Alice Lines hired a
Danish girl, Greta Lorenson, to assist with the children. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">In
the spring of 1915, Pearl was ordered to report to the American Embassy in
London. The family traveled on the <i>Lusitania</i>. After the ship was
torpedoed, Warren and Amy became separated from the children and their nurses
on the crowded decks. When the ship sank, they were thrown into the sea. Both
were pulled into lifeboats. They were reunited in Queenstown, and later found
Alice Lines with 5-year-old Stuart and 3-month-old Audrey. No trace was ever
found of Greta Lorenson, 3-year-old Amy (called Bunny), and 15-month-old Susan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05061067970781919577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921196376402139126.post-21513806664421630242020-02-05T17:00:00.000-08:002020-02-05T17:00:04.678-08:00Lusitania Passenger Nigel Booth<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px;">
<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;">Roll Back the Clouds</span></i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;">, my new novel about the <i>Lusitania</i>, releases on March 17. Many of the passengers aboard the ill-fated, final voyage appear alongside main characters, Geoff and Rosaleen Bonnard. I’ll be profiling several of them here. This week, meet Nigel Booth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;">In the spring of 1915, 30-year-old Emily Hadfield Booth learned her mother in Leicester, England, was seriously ill. Emily, who had moved to Canada in 1913 to marry Henry Booth, booked passage on the <i>Lusitania</i> and took along her eight-month-old baby boy, Nigel, for a visit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;">After the <i>Lusitania</i> was sunk on Friday, May 7, 1915, no trace was found of Emily, but Nigel was picked up out of the water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;">On Saturday, two of Emily’s sisters traveled to the Cunard office in Liverpool, but could learn nothing of the Booths’ fate. On Monday, her parents received a cablegram from Henry Booth. He’d apparently been notified by Cunard that Nigel was safe; could someone go and get him. Emily’s sister Louisa immediately left for Queenstown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;">Henry Booth traveled to Leicester to collect his son, and he fell in love with Louisa Hadfield. They married in August, 1916, and returned to Ottawa with Nigel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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