tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42287609034748487122024-03-16T21:07:06.295-04:00Defiance County, Ohio GenealogyA blog maintained by the Defiance County Chapter of the Ohio Genealogical Society, with posts relevant to Defiance County history and genealogy. Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.comBlogger904125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-89045000815077588592024-03-16T21:06:00.000-04:002024-03-16T21:06:08.180-04:00Is ANNA REBESEL HECKENBERRY in Your Family Tree?<p> <b style="font-family: Poppins;">Over the years, we collect photos or items that folks donate to us. We would like to return these </b><b style="font-family: Poppins;">back to the family where each belongs. </b></p><p><span style="font-family: Poppins;"><b>Please email <a href="defiance genealogy2002@yahoo.com" target="_blank">defiance genealogy2002@yahoo.com</a> if you are interested in having a certain photo and we will send it to you? </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Poppins;"><b>Perhaps you could mention how you are related to the person in the photo.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Poppins;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Poppins;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Poppins;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyixpCU5Jr6wIJTCMw_T9QRxz7kyYyvtJojiz5RPeU5NzoIR5dYQDzGPL8XXM6FpNQ3oQNaCSsNMtjyzHaitGaF8OtdUI-Zs-jG-J5Sy1gDKzkBD-3DJsufPW01lYOeV2SB5S8PcuOTy0XqSn4A7Se1RMOxJUFc5Mt10-nPTfUpmoj0hjr_nyYBxMLy8Y/s1374/Anna%20Rebesel%20Heckenberry%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="943" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyixpCU5Jr6wIJTCMw_T9QRxz7kyYyvtJojiz5RPeU5NzoIR5dYQDzGPL8XXM6FpNQ3oQNaCSsNMtjyzHaitGaF8OtdUI-Zs-jG-J5Sy1gDKzkBD-3DJsufPW01lYOeV2SB5S8PcuOTy0XqSn4A7Se1RMOxJUFc5Mt10-nPTfUpmoj0hjr_nyYBxMLy8Y/w440-h640/Anna%20Rebesel%20Heckenberry%20.jpg" width="440" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Poppins;"><br /><b>The back of the photo states:</b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Poppins;"><b>Anna (Rebesel) Heckenberry, lived in Akron, Ohio</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Poppins;"><b>No date.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Poppins;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-55771825680129841502024-03-11T18:16:00.000-04:002024-03-11T18:16:20.966-04:00World War I Series - Charles Butler<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzjC-dSZwoTLvfJyTDpBBooRXj3_yclKA9nsMMr_aPpzyQ7INcOjCoOqqFWO17PgTykzUZaEJrURyG_2YHUBXvZ03jCpnbUaY41_AmYzvRcg7HxrZBREpXmOOdNS6ju-6yeebXD20oBXfCWZvAUUXIk8aqEJCMQP-6wSanUNjQUEytEM5knd3NaATPexN/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzjC-dSZwoTLvfJyTDpBBooRXj3_yclKA9nsMMr_aPpzyQ7INcOjCoOqqFWO17PgTykzUZaEJrURyG_2YHUBXvZ03jCpnbUaY41_AmYzvRcg7HxrZBREpXmOOdNS6ju-6yeebXD20oBXfCWZvAUUXIk8aqEJCMQP-6wSanUNjQUEytEM5knd3NaATPexN/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Charles Butler</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>Charles Butler, the last of the soldiers in this series, was an enigma for quite a while. He was born in Michigan, was on the 1900 and 1910 censuses with his parents in Minnesota, lived in Defiance for a short time, and enlisted in Ohio and then joined the National Army in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>Charles was born in Iron Mountain, Michigan, on November 15, 1889, the son of Charles Carroll Butler, Sr. and his wife, Alice M. Parmalee. Charles, the soldier, was actually a junior to his father, but he never used his middle initial or the junior on the documents for the military. His parents were born in Wisconsin, adding to their travel journey. From at least 1900 until their son's death, the family lived in Virginia, St. Louis County, Minnesota. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>Why Charles was in Defiance, Ohio in 1917 when he enlisted is a mystery, but the book, <i>Soldiers, Sailors and Marines,</i> placed him there, living at 814 Clinton Street. He seemed to claim Defiance as is residence in all things military. Nothing could be found on his life in Defiance. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2pVKojrscBjEvo5rZ4hCw_0B17pgfBhxPoDx7Z87GwFHY_3kJDJX8RERwM8hkWF8D9bpvRY1QDqhLfu1ImACuOIs4IGHBKBzp_SpCBIfyE9La_mnHeJGUHqb35RJ7Bvv56nEnHGQyVF2cwesUY1s86U7EUKpWngKzSLzRNQcjZzC9PrOcbR6z-yhNc1S/s971/Butler%20Ohio%20Soldiers%20Sailors%20Marines%20Defiance_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="971" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2pVKojrscBjEvo5rZ4hCw_0B17pgfBhxPoDx7Z87GwFHY_3kJDJX8RERwM8hkWF8D9bpvRY1QDqhLfu1ImACuOIs4IGHBKBzp_SpCBIfyE9La_mnHeJGUHqb35RJ7Bvv56nEnHGQyVF2cwesUY1s86U7EUKpWngKzSLzRNQcjZzC9PrOcbR6z-yhNc1S/w640-h212/Butler%20Ohio%20Soldiers%20Sailors%20Marines%20Defiance_edited.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /><b>After enlisting on November 23, 1917, into the National Army at 28 years old, he was placed in Company A, 304th Engineers where he stayed until January 7, 1918. By occupation, Charles had trained as a civil engineer at the University of Wisconsin, and on the 1910 census was employed by the city of Virginia, Minnesota as such. He was last assigned in the Army to Company A, 301st Battalion TC (Tank Corps). </b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>On March 28, 1918, Charles departed New York City on the ship Olympic, headed for France. His contact person was his mother, Alice P (Parmalee) Butler. He was with the 65th Engineers, Company A, Heavy Tank Section. (It is unknown if his father was alive at this time.)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>He moved up the ranks quickly from his first assignment as a Private until he was promoted to Captain on February 25, 1918, and finally, Sergeant on March 3, 1918. He was part of the Somme Second Offensive, often called one of the bloodiest battles of the war.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVi-AiKdPN4BAydLm9tjt7YeCGhOKYCLlWDZnB6kCF84Aawj7VtbBtmdQ4-mNPb-JqjvfkJFbSBM31unoAKGmytaiqyzMV6XDYInJTgpKRXrDCn58bVYO70omeSUmUv2BL6LrDEGu1N7K9aESu_sTeUBuxY4HT2rS3e0NZG_TzWweGBt8Xj-cBo_NQ0h-/s450/Butler%20Somme%20tank.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="450" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVi-AiKdPN4BAydLm9tjt7YeCGhOKYCLlWDZnB6kCF84Aawj7VtbBtmdQ4-mNPb-JqjvfkJFbSBM31unoAKGmytaiqyzMV6XDYInJTgpKRXrDCn58bVYO70omeSUmUv2BL6LrDEGu1N7K9aESu_sTeUBuxY4HT2rS3e0NZG_TzWweGBt8Xj-cBo_NQ0h-/w640-h462/Butler%20Somme%20tank.jpeg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /><b>At first, Charles was reported as Missing in Action during the Battle of St. Quentin Canal, but later that was changed to Killed in Action. He was declared dead on September 28, 1918. His name rests on the "Tablets of the Missing" at the Somme American Cemetery, Bony, Aisne, France.</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVAX648slv0HcaWUHP6PecjMEOL9VSLkZ8EH-XyF6Jck9cyTW6FTA_Jwz4fprHMZdZQAybI4CKkfW5w40UPnKF2BBMqJ29PAfqXbgaX-zbaDcCIF3LderTGUrLMbH4nyhhLCNLl2QFgRaFfhRgENNtKcZzGt0GHhFmXxVOQTAq8DFRX1-rKq5pg6YE8E9/s1600/Butler%20Charles%20list%20of%20missing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="1600" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVAX648slv0HcaWUHP6PecjMEOL9VSLkZ8EH-XyF6Jck9cyTW6FTA_Jwz4fprHMZdZQAybI4CKkfW5w40UPnKF2BBMqJ29PAfqXbgaX-zbaDcCIF3LderTGUrLMbH4nyhhLCNLl2QFgRaFfhRgENNtKcZzGt0GHhFmXxVOQTAq8DFRX1-rKq5pg6YE8E9/w640-h264/Butler%20Charles%20list%20of%20missing.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /><b>His body, if found later, was memorialized in the Somme American Cemetery. For his bravery, he was awarded a Purple Heart and a World War I Victory Medal with one bronze service star, posthumously. No obituary or photograph of him could be found.</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NZRaGMmu7gdbdoSikqfJTWzVaxkmRaXV6O0erYqVKHN1qMdCZ4tTpmO7el1VIQl-l5tZknbNQ-0iARaAEu3l72cJZrsMHExXEp6IOY48bkGU26QskjaD0_S0vPLIHeTLRO-HZYjaKAB0Ff13wzWyfZK1gQQ8XNPMdcC3HnRu8hhfTX2iG3E5rgauiw-8/s1095/Defiance-Crescent-News-May,17-1921-p-4.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="1095" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NZRaGMmu7gdbdoSikqfJTWzVaxkmRaXV6O0erYqVKHN1qMdCZ4tTpmO7el1VIQl-l5tZknbNQ-0iARaAEu3l72cJZrsMHExXEp6IOY48bkGU26QskjaD0_S0vPLIHeTLRO-HZYjaKAB0Ff13wzWyfZK1gQQ8XNPMdcC3HnRu8hhfTX2iG3E5rgauiw-8/w640-h496/Defiance-Crescent-News-May,17-1921-p-4.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><i>Defiance Crescent-News,</i> May 17, 1921</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yS2e2k9PMniMW5upVU0qQwpgSbef_R8JJOlenmrqB_3NH-kzC06xOPfnYG1CsU4T6G8FdKs50Ke24b_Sx6pk1aSVoSfeqz5n-FnQRLuMFZc9OzUaBTWgkfgVFMfZfDgzv4zEXn4LoucKHr7NHg1gs0N_ulvyHFulQ5TKPC5afcnVy68osTzB6Jn0IRP-/s600/Butler%20Charles%20street.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="489" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yS2e2k9PMniMW5upVU0qQwpgSbef_R8JJOlenmrqB_3NH-kzC06xOPfnYG1CsU4T6G8FdKs50Ke24b_Sx6pk1aSVoSfeqz5n-FnQRLuMFZc9OzUaBTWgkfgVFMfZfDgzv4zEXn4LoucKHr7NHg1gs0N_ulvyHFulQ5TKPC5afcnVy68osTzB6Jn0IRP-/w522-h640/Butler%20Charles%20street.jpg" width="522" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>"Butler Street </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>Sgt. Charles Butler</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Roboto;"> </span><span style="font-family: Roboto;">Co. A 301st Tank Battalion </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>Killed in Action </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>Somme Offensive, France </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>September 28th, 1918"</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Charles Carroll Butler, Jr.</b></span></div><div><br /></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-12039799079887598942024-03-02T15:47:00.000-05:002024-03-02T15:47:23.813-05:00World War I Series - Edward Wilson<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4Je89bAGJzRSJra2Web2ZyXmB4R6Br2-KnSiVpKbqHKu8O_FigQL8a7XpkG4Zpf7Yyq-dbLvWJmc1umHFhhz5s1Xdu6G2mqcDBRi9HSG-faPyv2aeuAdfZTvZAplUTk20oPeJ53PgUt927BeOO7VGCBLnRSB-HyTCKuPoS0L6rUfcV1J5Pujfn0SUeLr/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4Je89bAGJzRSJra2Web2ZyXmB4R6Br2-KnSiVpKbqHKu8O_FigQL8a7XpkG4Zpf7Yyq-dbLvWJmc1umHFhhz5s1Xdu6G2mqcDBRi9HSG-faPyv2aeuAdfZTvZAplUTk20oPeJ53PgUt927BeOO7VGCBLnRSB-HyTCKuPoS0L6rUfcV1J5Pujfn0SUeLr/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>Edward R. Wilson</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6wCHa2b_W9WkNrerQ7ufMrHM8VWj0kSDeQMHHkztkcESswUWB5z2B4ZPGOHJml0sFWctyLGhIzmJuElupUrcsGVB8cQVEsdvfeV7NAgMDwse7ng8YahHRCAHx1o6P_H5X2UUZLcoHMzXPKEP7FjGrlFOqa1BbP6Rr6dnZa6cJLMV7XMf_IRXQ1zaB5Wp/s942/Wilson%20Edward%20R%20picture%20Boston-Daily-Globe-April,12-1918-p-1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="942" data-original-width="822" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6wCHa2b_W9WkNrerQ7ufMrHM8VWj0kSDeQMHHkztkcESswUWB5z2B4ZPGOHJml0sFWctyLGhIzmJuElupUrcsGVB8cQVEsdvfeV7NAgMDwse7ng8YahHRCAHx1o6P_H5X2UUZLcoHMzXPKEP7FjGrlFOqa1BbP6Rr6dnZa6cJLMV7XMf_IRXQ1zaB5Wp/w349-h400/Wilson%20Edward%20R%20picture%20Boston-Daily-Globe-April,12-1918-p-1.jpeg" width="349" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>The following announcement appeared in several local papers:</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>"EDWARD WILSON, FIRST DEFIANCE BOY KILLED IN FRANCE</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>In the announcement of the American casualty list from France appears the name of Edward Wilson, Defiance, Ohio. This is the first Defiance County man to meet death in France in the battle for worldwide liberty and democracy.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>The Crescent News today received the following telegram: Meredith, N.H. - April 12, Edward Wilson, Defiance, O., killed in France.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>It was impossible to find any information concerning the young man. His name is not contained on the county registration list, nor is it on the list of men to go through the local recruiting station."</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><i>But now the mystery is solved as to why his name appears on the Defiance County World War I memorial...he was <u>BORN </u>in Defiance, and he was killed in action.</i></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><i>A small article in the Defiance Crescent-News, April 15, 1918, cleared up the mystery:</i></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>"</b><i>GRANDMOTHER OF EDWARD R. WILSON LIVES IN DEFIANCE</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>Edward R. Wilson, the Defiance boy who was killed in France, as stated on the casualty list in the Crescent-News Friday was born in Defiance and is the son of Mrs. O.A. Wilson of Summerville, Mass, who will be remembered in Defiance as Nellie Rieker.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>The young man enlisted in the service at Summerville. He was born here at the home of his grandmother, Mrs. Esther Rieker, 623 Sessions street, North Defiance.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>His grandmother is grieved over the loss of her grandson, who has given his life that the cause of worldwide liberty might be successful."</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>Edward Rieker Wilson was the only child of Ellen Elizabeth Rieker and Otis A. Wilson. Edward was born in Defiance on July 21, 1894, but by 1900 the family had settled in at 26 Laurel Street, Somerville, Massachusetts. In the Federal Census of 1900 in that place, Otis, age 42, was a railroad clerk, and he and Ellen, 32, had been married seven years. Litle Edward had already started school at age 5.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>So, it makes sense that Edward registered for the draft there on June 5, 1917. He was 22 years old, and he was in the Engineering Department of the Boston and Maine Railroad. He had recent military experience in the 1st Massachusetts Engineers of the National Guard for a four-week stint in May, 1917. He was tall and of medium build with gray eyes and light brown hair.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>He waa put into the military, Company E, 101st Engineers, 26th Division and traveled overseas on September 26, 1917. The 26th Division was known as the "Yankee Division" because it was mostly young men from the New England states. Edward was killed near Bouconville, France and buried in France for a while before his remains were sent home in June, 1921.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBhJTAYLvrYgO2AC6L0t1OCmPBPDFD58Drgnk0G0M8VxPWeb2rJpDYAalXiug4Ay1RtpCqQZEFyTD4V8J-5kWMHUzOoGV4It2OUnDdNXcnSr5bBiKDeAp6Esm9DDe4pkOTqWNRmGG0NmEQO77ZxV-9RxulEa1a-xuAQ1s7LBK9K1WEFtGtDHZiL6oPeVW/s955/Wilson%20Edward%20R%20Boston-Post-April,12-1918-p-17.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="955" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBhJTAYLvrYgO2AC6L0t1OCmPBPDFD58Drgnk0G0M8VxPWeb2rJpDYAalXiug4Ay1RtpCqQZEFyTD4V8J-5kWMHUzOoGV4It2OUnDdNXcnSr5bBiKDeAp6Esm9DDe4pkOTqWNRmGG0NmEQO77ZxV-9RxulEa1a-xuAQ1s7LBK9K1WEFtGtDHZiL6oPeVW/w400-h156/Wilson%20Edward%20R%20Boston-Post-April,12-1918-p-17.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>The <i>Defiance Crescent-News</i> reported back home on April 23, 1918, what the events were in Somerville, reporting back from the Massachusetts newspaper:</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>"GIVES ACCOUNT OF SACRIFICE OF EDWARD R. WILSON</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>The Sommerset, Mass. Journal contains the following account of the death of Private Edward R. Wilson, who met death in France, and who was born in Defiance and has relatives here:</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>'The parents of Private Edward R. Wilson of Company E, 101st Engineers were notified that he had been killed in action in France. He was the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Otis A. Wilson of 11 Willoughby Street.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>The young man was born in Defiance, Ohio and was 24 years of age. He came to Sommerville in 1898 and attended the Sommerville schools, and afterwards attended Sommerville High School, and later Mt. Hermon school. He then entered the engineering department of the Boston & Maine Railroad. He enlisted in Company E. He was a member of the Winter Hill Baptist church and had many friends.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>His relatives at Sommerville wrote the following to his grandmother, Mrs. Esther Rieker of this city: </i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>'A letter has come from the War Department confirming the telegram and giving assurance that Edward would be buried with all proper religious ceremonies and military honors. The letter also said that the grave would be marked and that the bodies of the soldiers are to be returned to this country after the war.'</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQeMTMAnPEA13s-kyLrLIzTQ1jCkHgcP7csC8RN5LA9PbP62QUZBRAIsa9AUTBIKMfJAs7Gw4jfuLQTPeDO8uOEl7LqSlCf1b7mWTixRYl4LkSI1Lq6D8JlV29a6MOJcmr2Lp2ORA12yRPt5zNtXMi6DwLuWy7kVJJb2FNA78ROj3TVnqL3Aixdood1xV/s1086/Wilson%20edward%20r%20tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="823" data-original-width="1086" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQeMTMAnPEA13s-kyLrLIzTQ1jCkHgcP7csC8RN5LA9PbP62QUZBRAIsa9AUTBIKMfJAs7Gw4jfuLQTPeDO8uOEl7LqSlCf1b7mWTixRYl4LkSI1Lq6D8JlV29a6MOJcmr2Lp2ORA12yRPt5zNtXMi6DwLuWy7kVJJb2FNA78ROj3TVnqL3Aixdood1xV/s320/Wilson%20edward%20r%20tombstone.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YjULjwoEuqL38QpunRFQ4bz0d8rrCBP5PLZXqhbaXpvh181q088q0KrVeUMB-C_kJIY-wdxZWrHmvxS6CHpiYa4JgDdsX7IKme1ZhSud4jDKxX8qCjBV7uMsfaloAZaLakNsflwYhwkpah36h3rSP0YDrdngAfR4DLZMpiXAAhy4fIssFTq_2qwMQk1L/s943/Wilson%20Edward%20R%20tomstone%20better%20pic%20with%20parents.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="943" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YjULjwoEuqL38QpunRFQ4bz0d8rrCBP5PLZXqhbaXpvh181q088q0KrVeUMB-C_kJIY-wdxZWrHmvxS6CHpiYa4JgDdsX7IKme1ZhSud4jDKxX8qCjBV7uMsfaloAZaLakNsflwYhwkpah36h3rSP0YDrdngAfR4DLZMpiXAAhy4fIssFTq_2qwMQk1L/w640-h510/Wilson%20Edward%20R%20tomstone%20better%20pic%20with%20parents.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, Middlesex, Massachusetts</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b>The </b><i><b>Boston Evening Globe</b></i> <b>of June 20, 1921, reported the burial of Edward in the United States:</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>"SOMERVILLE</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>The funeral of Edward R. Wilson, the first Somerville soldier killed in action in France, will be held at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon at the home of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Otis A. Wilson, 11 Willoughby Street. He was born in Defiance, O., July 21, 1894, and was educated in the public schools of this city. </i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>He served with Co. C, 101st United States Engineers and was killed in action on April 8, 1918. What was formerly Oak Square, this city, was renamed Edward Wilson Sq. in his honor by the City Government."</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>The 26th Division was fighting near Belleau church during the part of the war when Edward was killed; in fact, the American artillery destroyed the church even prior to the final assault by their division.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>"General Edwards told villagers that he would ensure the church was rebuilt. Money was raised by the Division's veterans and on Oct. 10, 1926, the (new) church was dedicated... Within are commemorations, plaques and stained class windows honoring those, including Edward R. Wilson, who died in France. It is the only memorial to this division."</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPlgmA240dXt3ejwe0hgix5jQ08jqbBctKSIxAERMHbf76Q3_rlLr8J0pCidEWkiMJ-S_osioyckT7jrUjfqhHpMpqB_7Fg5NuLEcpwBS2jsu561QIu6ibd93tQjAhhNDffGgBTK5wUlTVHC0tk9AeTjAWCpDMXAiz_-2JVIDbdEAohVWUiI5Mg3JZ40m/s480/Wilson%20Edward%20church%20at%20Belleau.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPlgmA240dXt3ejwe0hgix5jQ08jqbBctKSIxAERMHbf76Q3_rlLr8J0pCidEWkiMJ-S_osioyckT7jrUjfqhHpMpqB_7Fg5NuLEcpwBS2jsu561QIu6ibd93tQjAhhNDffGgBTK5wUlTVHC0tk9AeTjAWCpDMXAiz_-2JVIDbdEAohVWUiI5Mg3JZ40m/w640-h480/Wilson%20Edward%20church%20at%20Belleau.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>A very nice online pilgrimage through the church, including the honorary plaques, is available <a href="https://ydpilgrimage.com/explore/index.html?ydc_in_000,56,8,108" target="_blank">by clicking here.</a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Edward R. Wilson</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div></span><p></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-29549881242634045582024-02-24T15:31:00.000-05:002024-02-24T15:31:52.370-05:00World War I Series - Earl R. Myers<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbbRgkZrmmlw1Vd36ufC7kIE8Xz1LD6s1Z0UxHHOFh6FFYtQcOaEfofp6vCuYGrBpgTC3od4UI6ZK60YGqjXbyv0gSfpR7lTeAce-bpMIHXHD_TpwcSlVhPlTBJPxR8JdvSzTkbLZyvKnOnMowg9CQ8jdps1F5n4igx_4A7-IxWQLepxu4-vWNUtBASRD/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbbRgkZrmmlw1Vd36ufC7kIE8Xz1LD6s1Z0UxHHOFh6FFYtQcOaEfofp6vCuYGrBpgTC3od4UI6ZK60YGqjXbyv0gSfpR7lTeAce-bpMIHXHD_TpwcSlVhPlTBJPxR8JdvSzTkbLZyvKnOnMowg9CQ8jdps1F5n4igx_4A7-IxWQLepxu4-vWNUtBASRD/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>EARL R. MYERS</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Earl R. (LeRoy) Myers began life in Paulding County, Ohio, on September 18, 1897. The son of Peter and Mary Myers, he was the youngest child listed on the 1900 census with five older siblings. At two, he was called Earlie. Within the next five years, the family would take up residence in Hicksville Township.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>At 19 years old, Earl enlisted in the Ohio National Guard, Company E, 2nd Infantry where he stayed until October 16, 1917, when his unit was included in the Army as Company L, 146th Infantry. The group trained in Camp Sheridan, Alabama, then just a piece of land with cotton fields and wastelands. Construction took place on the grounds at the same time as their training. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5vkHhbscLPuhEkvvlRP4J8FQU1Xb6eflVARkOkUYP3FhGz6aqUMVkDEuqKWcAYfXFPM5RF3dIdw4KlM-cPSFuwkMrYrmZug2-_sN9OdEPey0Fw8UKncCmu2mfVy9mX9qcDXPtIQqhhNlftfQKp8FbCt2GZMogHI827p3lLlYgyGOOA6zAf4iFGwp-DQcj/s499/Myers%20Earl%20R%20not%20him%20but%20member%20of%20147th.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="315" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5vkHhbscLPuhEkvvlRP4J8FQU1Xb6eflVARkOkUYP3FhGz6aqUMVkDEuqKWcAYfXFPM5RF3dIdw4KlM-cPSFuwkMrYrmZug2-_sN9OdEPey0Fw8UKncCmu2mfVy9mX9qcDXPtIQqhhNlftfQKp8FbCt2GZMogHI827p3lLlYgyGOOA6zAf4iFGwp-DQcj/w404-h640/Myers%20Earl%20R%20not%20him%20but%20member%20of%20147th.jpg" width="404" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"> (Not Earl Myers, but another soldier from the 147th Infantry)<br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Unfortunately, Earl became quite sick in the camp, sick enough that his father came down to Alabama to help in his recovery. In the process, Earl missed the departure of his Company L for France, so he was attached then to Company M, 147th Infantry for the rest of his military time.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Private Earl Myers left for France where he was killed in action on September 29, 1918 in the Meuse Argonne offensive. Months later, the parents were notified and a notice was published.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></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/AVvXsEjCLfUZPoNouZWzCuakD_vHQ10hh9r1dRfQ3HEEGWYTEJUtZ3ehDasbUltolVW0YLYt_DYqoG_zoorpzLU4TnW6wuwXb8MOK_uXAmcSVooAZfZgXIrBATXbbNEWHhIwTrW6ARpLDmLBS2pjn4orM8O97UybuPf7AW0ZJRrspefz_eWXmDGtZ9zo4CRjbR5b/s616/Myers%20Earl%20R%20newspaper%20report%20of%20death.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="616" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLfUZPoNouZWzCuakD_vHQ10hh9r1dRfQ3HEEGWYTEJUtZ3ehDasbUltolVW0YLYt_DYqoG_zoorpzLU4TnW6wuwXb8MOK_uXAmcSVooAZfZgXIrBATXbbNEWHhIwTrW6ARpLDmLBS2pjn4orM8O97UybuPf7AW0ZJRrspefz_eWXmDGtZ9zo4CRjbR5b/w640-h284/Myers%20Earl%20R%20newspaper%20report%20of%20death.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></p>In the <i>Hicksville</i> Tribune on page 3 of the Jan.30, 1919, paper, a letter appeared from one of Earl's commanders to the local Lutheran Pastor, Rev. Geo. F. Dittmer, who must have inquired about more information on Earl's death.</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3novvWRpPZHUwPOWiAos2w_I8Apnzfvs6Xid_6BMk9FDnA9mwTaA73_PjrSqJWY3o_4S_xb9Lb8Mn3nOPPdhvd7Q3PjJ9WkL8RhHvIt8TGX6GrMQHbld5dLCNzihFtGB1ANKk-J2u4-5abFBkQNIX0DTXb2xr8Y8GWzWlu4Jt6Tij-Vb46_Ep2Xc4sV0o/s937/Earl_Myers_letter_from_commander.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="937" data-original-width="606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3novvWRpPZHUwPOWiAos2w_I8Apnzfvs6Xid_6BMk9FDnA9mwTaA73_PjrSqJWY3o_4S_xb9Lb8Mn3nOPPdhvd7Q3PjJ9WkL8RhHvIt8TGX6GrMQHbld5dLCNzihFtGB1ANKk-J2u4-5abFBkQNIX0DTXb2xr8Y8GWzWlu4Jt6Tij-Vb46_Ep2Xc4sV0o/s16000/Earl_Myers_letter_from_commander.jpg" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Earl was first buried in a temporary cemetery near the battlefield, as shown below in the photo, near Epinonville. Later, he was disinterred and moved to Grave 56, Section 61, plot 2 in the Argonne American Cemetery where he received his white cross to mark the gravesite.</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDL-6dqgLT4_W_rvnTzZFiChjX7InwWYEMtbPQVTMN7hmcu2wN5n2xXR9mdTST8ui8-cIMzNnK0csfLCZDvwod_FFZQ0DPqlvRvF6TeWH6L5O8BD0V64EcjPTcPQJyb7o_8S0hdOei0_TKP2ASu2OybUrNFbD6D8HHsHq4mttPff1i-1ze-O3550ndhv9/s450/Myers%20Earl%20R%20temporary%2037th%20div%20cem%20in%20France.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="304" data-original-width="450" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDL-6dqgLT4_W_rvnTzZFiChjX7InwWYEMtbPQVTMN7hmcu2wN5n2xXR9mdTST8ui8-cIMzNnK0csfLCZDvwod_FFZQ0DPqlvRvF6TeWH6L5O8BD0V64EcjPTcPQJyb7o_8S0hdOei0_TKP2ASu2OybUrNFbD6D8HHsHq4mttPff1i-1ze-O3550ndhv9/w640-h432/Myers%20Earl%20R%20temporary%2037th%20div%20cem%20in%20France.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Temporary gravesites near the battlefield</span></div><p></p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Earl' family held a memorial service for him in late January,1919, at the St. John Lutheran Church in Hicksville. His obituary appeared in the January 23, 1919, <i>Hicksville Tribune</i> on page. 4:</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">"Myers, Earl LeRoy, youngest son of Peter Myers, was born near Payne, Ohio, September 18, 1897. He died in action in France while fighting for his country, September 29, 1918. His early life closed at the youthful age of 21 years and 11 days.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He was seven years old when the family came to Defiance county and located on the present homestead north of Hicksville, amidst pleasant surroundings and the comfort of a good Christian home, he grew to manhood.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">His parents dedicated him to God by Holy Baptism in early infancy and was confirmed in the Lutheran Church, March 20, 1910, remained a faithful communicant member until death. Even while in camp, he did not forget his church, but voluntarily continued his contribution for its support.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">When declaration was made that a state of war existed and the conscription law was passed, he was not old enough to be drafted, but on June 4, 1917, the day before the first registration, he volunteered and enlisted in Company E..</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He left Hicksville with the company September 30th for Camp Sheridan, Alabama. At camp, the company was merged and he became a member of Co. L, the 146th Infantry. While at camp, he became seriously sick with measles and pneumonia, but with a timely visit of his father,he grew better and completely recovered.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">June found the Company at Camp Lee, ready for duty overseas. In early July, they landed in France. Early August found him again in hospital due to mumps. His company, in the meantime, moved forward. When he recovered, he was put in Company M of the 147th Infantry.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">His last letter was dated September 8th and November 25th, word was received that he had been killed in action September 29. This message, received so long after the armistice, came as a great shock to the community and especially, the bereaved family.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He was a fine young man. Physically strong, tall, erect, with a soldierly bearing, morally clean, upright and conscientious. He had a high sense of honor. Homesick as he often was, he would not make a mis-statement to get to go home, saying he would rather not have a furlough than gain it dishonestly.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He was the noblest type of patriotism, not of words, but of deeds. Quietly, without ado, he did what he thought was his duty. His patriotism was manifest to all. For this, he volunteered, for this he endured great hardships, sufferings and sacrifices. For this, he gave at last the full measure of devotion, the supreme sacrifice of life itself.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">An impressive service was held at St. John's Lutheran Church Sunday, in memory of the departed."</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">CARD OF THANKS.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">We take this means of thanking the community for the deep sympathy and interest taken in the loss of our loved son and brother. We thank also the pastor for the glowing tribute and consoling words. Also the choir for the appropriate and excellent music.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Peter Myers and Children"</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2G4nYmYfMNbmjamYCY7WBOnuEGqiep8hN_6hbd-_O7TqThnmjLGBLbv4CmMbYq4c64UbSqQ0xgdyYaMVEzPe03zV8VVQlm71XF_UV0O4ka8lW3BVu1C3NQqg97VaqUr5mhbSwRIvPTEx5fPev6AhCn9_WbSspmc1RBGxBTm_kjFtTrtdgvJduXtpFNGNR/s1389/Myers%20Earl%20R%20cross.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1389" data-original-width="881" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2G4nYmYfMNbmjamYCY7WBOnuEGqiep8hN_6hbd-_O7TqThnmjLGBLbv4CmMbYq4c64UbSqQ0xgdyYaMVEzPe03zV8VVQlm71XF_UV0O4ka8lW3BVu1C3NQqg97VaqUr5mhbSwRIvPTEx5fPev6AhCn9_WbSspmc1RBGxBTm_kjFtTrtdgvJduXtpFNGNR/w406-h640/Myers%20Earl%20R%20cross.jpg" width="406" /></a></span></div><span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">In Memoriam</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">Earl LeRoy Myers</span></span></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-86648465600737483662024-02-18T11:38:00.000-05:002024-02-18T11:38:50.487-05:00World War I Series - Russel W. Bolley<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN7BMCEn7nfLo0wR8wWw8SNF7LodKsbxvTlUQkrlKzfdEEytkuaJFREY56nkFByK4Y0pVE25CFrVvh5X-Iol5w-VEOR7xfvKdlajUJI-7ShFtiyvR0BrL9aV2zHpZxdEsSfF_jgt2lZF-AxyncMOxjq_d2s9Xu1q2lol2AYSn8kx2b7qT0sf9LJxXzbrwO/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN7BMCEn7nfLo0wR8wWw8SNF7LodKsbxvTlUQkrlKzfdEEytkuaJFREY56nkFByK4Y0pVE25CFrVvh5X-Iol5w-VEOR7xfvKdlajUJI-7ShFtiyvR0BrL9aV2zHpZxdEsSfF_jgt2lZF-AxyncMOxjq_d2s9Xu1q2lol2AYSn8kx2b7qT0sf9LJxXzbrwO/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>RUSSEL WILLIAM BOLLEY</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmJ3GBCUfH8yIYUP_wX0QYtOjnD24Qm-C10hMuDx0qCYALwO4PUXoaJijX-RHokoVUZOFfqbXtmWtepJfDdUutvUK7xrWDDDvSFi9nosXLIFgtl-X8JC-w-RS7JVPUr6X1cx8JuNOh84k7ltr8VRFGP3tyr-hfSnCmxDGIgHlvkiMfE5zxmgRNCVDnEHJ/s628/Bolley%20Russell.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="413" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmJ3GBCUfH8yIYUP_wX0QYtOjnD24Qm-C10hMuDx0qCYALwO4PUXoaJijX-RHokoVUZOFfqbXtmWtepJfDdUutvUK7xrWDDDvSFi9nosXLIFgtl-X8JC-w-RS7JVPUr6X1cx8JuNOh84k7ltr8VRFGP3tyr-hfSnCmxDGIgHlvkiMfE5zxmgRNCVDnEHJ/w420-h640/Bolley%20Russell.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Born in Highland Township, Defiance County, on March 27, 1896, Russell was the son of Theobald and Carrie (Demland) Bolley. His address was R.F.D New Bavaria, as Highland Township touches Henry County on the east side. His father was a longtime farmer in Highland Township.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">On June 5, Russell filled out his World War I draft registration in Highland Township. He waa a single farmer and claimed exemption as he said he had a father and mother, brother and sister to support.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">His father's obituary noted that the father was a diabetic and often sickly which may be the grounds for Russell's plea for an exemption. In the end, he was not exempted, but instead called to duty and assigned as a Private in Company G, 28th Infantry Regiment, First Division.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">He left for France on the ship "Grampian" on June 11, 1918.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjsYn65PycQj5dLK8HiZ2wdXsMjTyBNX1LODnFMbaqoSrdm3PE8TkdeuSSPeBB9fGPfR910qYEm7RSb5Sivu9SsjaZbmcLAECtcHbm93wkinEOkmAZUT4HPJpdSaq2iF-7gxTLvaDhcKLhRwowPl3JJb_NQfskybzbYzX4EE_xQVRs5un1zzepcQD1gTB/s288/Bolley%20ship%20Grampian.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="288" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjsYn65PycQj5dLK8HiZ2wdXsMjTyBNX1LODnFMbaqoSrdm3PE8TkdeuSSPeBB9fGPfR910qYEm7RSb5Sivu9SsjaZbmcLAECtcHbm93wkinEOkmAZUT4HPJpdSaq2iF-7gxTLvaDhcKLhRwowPl3JJb_NQfskybzbYzX4EE_xQVRs5un1zzepcQD1gTB/w640-h469/Bolley%20ship%20Grampian.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">"Grampian - Canadian Shipping Lines</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">The First Division, where Bolley was assigned, really took much of the front line fighting in the Meuse-Argonne offensive. Russell Bolley was killed on October 6, 1918, in the midst of a terrible battle. As described in the <i>Hist</i></b><b><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">or</span></i><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">y of the </span></i><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">First Division</span></i><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">compiled and published by the Society of the First Division:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-weight: bold;">"</span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>There was never a more trying period for the First Division then October 6, 7,8, when it waited for the Army to renew the assault. The men dug, as best they could, shallow holes for protection. In these, they lay under a downpour of shell, gas and bullets. Frequently, the Montrefage looked like a veritable volcano.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>For hours at a time the smoke from bursting shell in the Exermont raine and in the depressions north of it, resembled forest fires. Every valley was drenched with gas.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>The casualties among the burial parties...were so numerous, they were discontinued. All batteries were shelled in their exposed positions. Streams of wounded flowed from every part of the zone of action. Ambulances could not operate forward...and the ever increasing groups of bodies about their receiving stations told of the wounded who died on stretchers while being brought from places where they fell. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Corpses lay in the trails and at night one constantly avoided stumbling over them. ...So effectively was their fire maintained that, during this period, the occupants of the hill were cut off from food and water, and, as it was afterward learned, the commanding officer of the position could neither receive nor issue orders."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bp7NZ9LZESc4DAe77scoRJSuDnFfXPmQb6clyQQtYyYri8T_ZiKuArHzEGKbMBC2jDjToVecsKEuqPOvp7WtVQO_ZKP1C04EbwxkmR-WiPgMqwLSjL3BDt3FLZzx4i8VplP6EizggqCJZdySBhQ_bElFS904py7yUT4HSxSHFZ9paY_5_VvPsl9A0sV5/s1600/Bolley%20Russel%20W%20funeral%20program.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bp7NZ9LZESc4DAe77scoRJSuDnFfXPmQb6clyQQtYyYri8T_ZiKuArHzEGKbMBC2jDjToVecsKEuqPOvp7WtVQO_ZKP1C04EbwxkmR-WiPgMqwLSjL3BDt3FLZzx4i8VplP6EizggqCJZdySBhQ_bElFS904py7yUT4HSxSHFZ9paY_5_VvPsl9A0sV5/w640-h480/Bolley%20Russel%20W%20funeral%20program.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdcLM9UCa4bTyOah9lQ5Vtj74JgtnezgM6YEPCFmRGt74mKMj4tVdXQ8FKuFLmKcURMdcU3x8eq9MpVjAG51OKTPMRFSlHFIjkMxS1PfH9Kh_tVflKJpDhgF4iFLiaSi2ueVrVu2nnRQzNcgZDsR5eoOFs4Trs62to3fxOry4_FLb8_j725sjkfwan1tp/s1600/Bolley%20Russell%20front%20of%20funeral%20program.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdcLM9UCa4bTyOah9lQ5Vtj74JgtnezgM6YEPCFmRGt74mKMj4tVdXQ8FKuFLmKcURMdcU3x8eq9MpVjAG51OKTPMRFSlHFIjkMxS1PfH9Kh_tVflKJpDhgF4iFLiaSi2ueVrVu2nnRQzNcgZDsR5eoOFs4Trs62to3fxOry4_FLb8_j725sjkfwan1tp/w640-h480/Bolley%20Russell%20front%20of%20funeral%20program.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Funeral Service first held in 1919 at home.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Russell W. Bolley was first buried near his place of death on the battlefield near Exermont, and then disinterred on June 7, 1919, and buried in the Argonne American Cemetery. Then, at last, on July 25, 1921, he was disinterred and sent home, shipped out to Hoboken, New Jersey and then home to Defiance where he was trusted to the hands of E. W. Hoffman, Undertaker, Defiance, Ohio. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYr1zrSfBjSCdxFyD3DGhx2YES16RLmqpmK9kUNINhDi5JnfFfUvNZFeBhM83YfWQ-YX8ffcgdUYz0iTLM8kMQ93EVk_U0G3TAzvD1RcxNk-OhU2Uev97K5xpbb4CUdBy-8gryFppY0Ma3vA_h4BDhWweTvstCWYJ7MuxZZ6oBQaM-B6BX0Z8-RFt7_ES/s1478/Bolley%20tombstone%20Riverside.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1087" data-original-width="1478" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYr1zrSfBjSCdxFyD3DGhx2YES16RLmqpmK9kUNINhDi5JnfFfUvNZFeBhM83YfWQ-YX8ffcgdUYz0iTLM8kMQ93EVk_U0G3TAzvD1RcxNk-OhU2Uev97K5xpbb4CUdBy-8gryFppY0Ma3vA_h4BDhWweTvstCWYJ7MuxZZ6oBQaM-B6BX0Z8-RFt7_ES/w640-h470/Bolley%20tombstone%20Riverside.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5esUWALkCw1YIYxB_l4tOiLp6RFZ3hp0IG2LoWsTrYFYocG2Ve-6Hq1Lj8gZngNO84_DUZBuQdlzwZvmHcSlWufYKyKaOgWk1JH9ylmNhuUpleIB4Vo1YRlROFgpbTfmtKeafaIlglvB-LJVf2e302bcHRQInEZh_98b_tZmfjvxudqS8eJT2ssmAlnK/s978/Bolley%20Russell%20tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="978" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5esUWALkCw1YIYxB_l4tOiLp6RFZ3hp0IG2LoWsTrYFYocG2Ve-6Hq1Lj8gZngNO84_DUZBuQdlzwZvmHcSlWufYKyKaOgWk1JH9ylmNhuUpleIB4Vo1YRlROFgpbTfmtKeafaIlglvB-LJVf2e302bcHRQInEZh_98b_tZmfjvxudqS8eJT2ssmAlnK/w640-h312/Bolley%20Russell%20tombstone.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Russell Bolley rests in Section 23, Riverside Cemetery, Defiance, OH.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Russell W. Bolley</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-35144237380633607932024-02-11T13:18:00.000-05:002024-02-11T13:18:41.017-05:00The World War I Series - George D. Jackson<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmStIIN1JwXFocfYwfBgXKvYz51xHixdFKX_pF7M1A4SQEfW4XHuutBuPJytEfX5u_trjywRGEPFhL8Bh-KYfpn6BSfVWUmpTVNg5-jmHqwK-8IzCN1SMbsS-a0hwy_Z0K8BfqS4uWNJS3A7WSZd4YXPalv_RG7aQgdvDtuJzpcQx7jx76Kws4xql6irIJ/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmStIIN1JwXFocfYwfBgXKvYz51xHixdFKX_pF7M1A4SQEfW4XHuutBuPJytEfX5u_trjywRGEPFhL8Bh-KYfpn6BSfVWUmpTVNg5-jmHqwK-8IzCN1SMbsS-a0hwy_Z0K8BfqS4uWNJS3A7WSZd4YXPalv_RG7aQgdvDtuJzpcQx7jx76Kws4xql6irIJ/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>George Dorsey Jackson</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OxIWU7O9-pa9nPTxxAB-3FraBE175ydU9Sf3tu_kUj6RlpMn4IAau492TWdOERNRZVIHO07ciXxZF8t3OwsRb2d9YHGQNrif56sHAyQhu89eobGo3QsziDB215C6tS251jPh62u5dqJCFfTmfWB64opYQSryDjXdxDOwtiadhx3PJmd-B2UmTKtk37rc/s333/Jackson%20George%20Dorsey%20photo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OxIWU7O9-pa9nPTxxAB-3FraBE175ydU9Sf3tu_kUj6RlpMn4IAau492TWdOERNRZVIHO07ciXxZF8t3OwsRb2d9YHGQNrif56sHAyQhu89eobGo3QsziDB215C6tS251jPh62u5dqJCFfTmfWB64opYQSryDjXdxDOwtiadhx3PJmd-B2UmTKtk37rc/w300-h400/Jackson%20George%20Dorsey%20photo.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></b><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">Charles Wesley Jackson and Pluma A. (Dorsey) Jackson of Scipio Township, Allen County, Indiana were the parents of one son, George Dorsey Jackson. Born on January 28, 1895, George was born at the old homestead farm about 2.5 miles from Hicksville across the state line. In all of George's military records, his address was given at R.F.D. 4, Hicksville and the family attended church there. George had one older sister, Birdena. </b></p></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p> <b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">In the 1910 census, George, at 15, helped his father on the home farm. He lost his mother in 1904 when a young boy, so his mother's cousin, Sarah Dorsey moved in with the family to help with housekeeping and care of the children. </b></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>When he was 22, he filled out his World War I Draft Registration card, as required, on June 5, 1918. He described himself as tall and slender with blue eyes and light hair. Single and a self-employed farmer, his address was Hicksville, but he farmed in Scipio Township in Indiana.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>George went into the American Expeditionary Forces on December 12, 1917, and after training in Fort Thomas, Kentucky, he went overseas in March, 1918. He was assigned to Company K, Machine Gun Battallion, 38th Regiment, Third Division. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>The <i>Hicksville Tribune</i> reported on Thursday, April 25, 1918, that he had safely arrived in France:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #d9ead3;">"Mr. and Mrs. Charles W. Jackson are in receipt of a post card announcing the safe arrival in France of their son, George D. Jackson of Co. K, 38th Regiment, expeditionary forces.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #d9ead3;">He pays the Red Cross a handsome compliment for its treatment and looking after the soldier boys. The young man is the first known Scipio township boy to land in France, as near as can be told."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Just a few short months later, he was killed at the Second Battle of the Marne. That battle began on July 15 near the city of Paris when 23 German divisions attacked the French armies. The Allies counterattacked, adding the use of tanks, and eventually defeated the Germans, but it was too late for George Jackson.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCc6AzkAAhlvjuMxqRP_rKYCinApMvC5mWpR6zqG25gKnu7RdRxgp9N2kt5Q9HiXXtgAKRu6VKLUoAiSzjQDiXycaeX_Z_kb4jkjjGIZWZpZLqiWlNDUaaIHlDreAk3XbXBK7rNuMgdbq7Yv1gbpW2jrUC1CHyr8B7o6HlMr6dFVdsoOLw_eFodcgoG1sT/s400/Jackson%20George%20machine%20gun.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="237" data-original-width="400" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCc6AzkAAhlvjuMxqRP_rKYCinApMvC5mWpR6zqG25gKnu7RdRxgp9N2kt5Q9HiXXtgAKRu6VKLUoAiSzjQDiXycaeX_Z_kb4jkjjGIZWZpZLqiWlNDUaaIHlDreAk3XbXBK7rNuMgdbq7Yv1gbpW2jrUC1CHyr8B7o6HlMr6dFVdsoOLw_eFodcgoG1sT/w640-h380/Jackson%20George%20machine%20gun.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRF3aKynIgekdOogJu4zrllbA4Ysnt3ApVYuf-gBUaqOrPLtYM_4sRbYQv1xJc2g-hDsNI9QjqmPL8qCjWLGU_WuRUX4AqguYEZJYdGPgZ9llDLJ9UES4ENf9Jy7XdJHHyAHXTAt9w6q_mFk95ZrgGmW_ZTHsJ1V6fVZkfUyiCFPyorL-4frOVPy3VQ01a/s1017/Jackson%20George%20flags%20half%20mast.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="1017" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRF3aKynIgekdOogJu4zrllbA4Ysnt3ApVYuf-gBUaqOrPLtYM_4sRbYQv1xJc2g-hDsNI9QjqmPL8qCjWLGU_WuRUX4AqguYEZJYdGPgZ9llDLJ9UES4ENf9Jy7XdJHHyAHXTAt9w6q_mFk95ZrgGmW_ZTHsJ1V6fVZkfUyiCFPyorL-4frOVPy3VQ01a/w640-h458/Jackson%20George%20flags%20half%20mast.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtgZ2F76ctKhbleKvmpXnE32Gc9APXoM-KxHJXtTIdmqQ0UUfwF-BS45uAqJJ3n8Iv05murCGnNfQqMmOa4m_yu8mrUt6Hymnd_bvvf-Q8w1uGKJ7UbyN9sHqLkOzMVy2CNS1RYlkf9lTYX1whgbE-CLuNB2uF3MQY0IDJCvIZaaoSu18Zv89Om4rC9EW/s952/Jackson%20George%20D%20word%20of%20death%20to%20parents.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="952" data-original-width="481" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtgZ2F76ctKhbleKvmpXnE32Gc9APXoM-KxHJXtTIdmqQ0UUfwF-BS45uAqJJ3n8Iv05murCGnNfQqMmOa4m_yu8mrUt6Hymnd_bvvf-Q8w1uGKJ7UbyN9sHqLkOzMVy2CNS1RYlkf9lTYX1whgbE-CLuNB2uF3MQY0IDJCvIZaaoSu18Zv89Om4rC9EW/w324-h640/Jackson%20George%20D%20word%20of%20death%20to%20parents.jpeg" width="324" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>The papers reported that George had been killed in action while operating a machine gun along the western front. Buried first in France, his body was not sent home until 1921 when he was reburied in Scipio Cemetery and a funeral service was held at Scipio Methodist Church.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfF9ttyh5ydQfmNs9DhTkVc3myPv1RDEyhUPQzIBIa845Gn1sG-XOxaWzO8mlL83InSyFRveZWPjEXftU5rlFghF_7hvON7j298XbsilKWqdjvuGbVnBtGpQmWBjBtjJrcB5bsUeZLZKcfiNmd6-4w1EAv3WrluX9Knj9gufms00wUNQnVZa2YVZtYEBEf/s653/Jackson%20George%20D%20tombstone%20at%20Scipio%20Cem.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="653" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfF9ttyh5ydQfmNs9DhTkVc3myPv1RDEyhUPQzIBIa845Gn1sG-XOxaWzO8mlL83InSyFRveZWPjEXftU5rlFghF_7hvON7j298XbsilKWqdjvuGbVnBtGpQmWBjBtjJrcB5bsUeZLZKcfiNmd6-4w1EAv3WrluX9Knj9gufms00wUNQnVZa2YVZtYEBEf/w640-h480/Jackson%20George%20D%20tombstone%20at%20Scipio%20Cem.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNEU-zPyDo47i32ESG7pTMWX5TsaeuuiWBrJLjc-mlXeT7ef6Yiwol_FTXj5DJQvo56pOQ2XapGSaGwGc9FvFu-2E6QFPJEosFAfEixi4yGuYZqgECDGDRcSD26zfRqfr1Fgli4c2FNxH44YFMiTgka9nrhcXuhs8nYjoEdzR1aXCkjSd-yiP6xfkSOgkL/s250/Jackson%20George%20remains%20arrive%20in%20Hix.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="229" data-original-width="250" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNEU-zPyDo47i32ESG7pTMWX5TsaeuuiWBrJLjc-mlXeT7ef6Yiwol_FTXj5DJQvo56pOQ2XapGSaGwGc9FvFu-2E6QFPJEosFAfEixi4yGuYZqgECDGDRcSD26zfRqfr1Fgli4c2FNxH44YFMiTgka9nrhcXuhs8nYjoEdzR1aXCkjSd-yiP6xfkSOgkL/w640-h586/Jackson%20George%20remains%20arrive%20in%20Hix.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>His informative obituary appeared in the <i>Hicksville Tribune</i> on Thursday, July 21, 1921:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">"JACKSON, GEORGE DORSEY</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">George Dorsey Jackson, only son of Charles W. Jackson and Pluma Dorsey Jackson, was born in Scipiio township, Allen county, Indiana, January 28, 1895 and gave his life for his country and humanity, Monday, July 22, 1918.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">March 12, 1904, when but nine years of age, he suffered a great bereavement in the death of his mother</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">He was born on lands which were purchased from the United States August 5, 1837, by his great grandfather, Thomas Jackson, who migrated from Mottrm, England to America in 1829. He was born n the house that was formerly occupied by his ancestor, and with the exception of a few years, all of his life was spent on the ancestral farm. This farm has been in the ownership of his great grandfather, grandfather and father from the date that the U.S. parted with its title to it until this day. And it was the expectation of the father that some day this farm would be owned by George.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">Upon graduation from the schools of this township, he took a commercial course at Fort Wayne and then two years at the Winona College of Agriculture from which he graduated in 1912.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">December 12, 1917, he voluntarily enlisted in the military service of the United States at Fort Wayne, and after training, he was sent to France in March 1918 where he was assigned to Company K of the 38th Infantry. In this service, he and two comrades were engaged in operating an automatic rifle. </b></span><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3; font-family: "Roboto Mono";">At the Second Battle of the Marne, in the midst of heroic action, he passed into the life beyond. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"> Deceased had a good intellect and a lovable disposition. He was kind to all he came in contact. He was ever devoted to his family and loved his home and life work most dearly. During his military service, his mind ws ever on his loved ones and home.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">The last letter deceased penned to his family before his death bears the date of 13th of July, 1918, which was received by them after they were advised of his death, contains this touching paragraph concerning his dear sister, Birdena, and his old ancestral home:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">'Was asleep this forenooon and dreamed of being at home. Thought I came in from the barn and Birdena was baking a cake. Just then they woke me up and it nearly broke my heart to find it nothing but a dream. Such is life.' </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">He concluded his letter with these words: 'It was just seven months ago that I enlisted. Can think of nothing more, write often and take good care of yourselves.'</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">He was interested in the Sabbath schools, and was a member of the Brotherhood class of the Methodist church of Hicksville. Shortly before entering the service of his country, he ws made an Entered Apprentice in Hicksville Lodge of Masons, but on account of enlisting, he did not have the opportunity of taking any further degrees.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">Of his own household he leaves heartbroken, his dear parents, Mr and Mrs. Charles W. Jackson; his devoted sister, Mrs. Earl Omo and husband, and an affectionate cousin, Miss Sarah Dorsey."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>"CARD OF THANKS - We declare in this way to thank the American Legion and all the friends who were so kind to us and honored our dead soldier boy. The flower gifts wer beautiful, the music splendid, and the pastor's address consoling indeed. We are thankful to all from the depths of our hearts. Charles W. Jackson and family."</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><div style="font-weight: 700; text-align: center;">In Memoriam</div><div style="font-weight: 700; text-align: center;">George Dorsey Jackson</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-90355594521668767142024-02-03T14:46:00.001-05:002024-02-04T14:44:07.852-05:00World War I Series - Alfred Prigge<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUA4n_k8tqX0pRNVP5Z-7qL_2j1SDT5GAArhFiQB2SK1yj9kgVZO1Xwk5lOkgcOYckyrrn271U52dQ1w_IQDQqx5OKwEj2IeNeMm3HJ7NYOhed6a8NEcD6ylGeYOadWNLrIko1XuD2xz7NY5yQkX5QnQfKCXnZN7iQo-cJqnlHhCqcov57zUU4bR8MbGMM/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUA4n_k8tqX0pRNVP5Z-7qL_2j1SDT5GAArhFiQB2SK1yj9kgVZO1Xwk5lOkgcOYckyrrn271U52dQ1w_IQDQqx5OKwEj2IeNeMm3HJ7NYOhed6a8NEcD6ylGeYOadWNLrIko1XuD2xz7NY5yQkX5QnQfKCXnZN7iQo-cJqnlHhCqcov57zUU4bR8MbGMM/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>ALFRED PRIGGE</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwE_aJFoSUFXdZJvLoQ3BtU4tlu7j1Fa1uoc_aVS-JXjQprbo2uS-S7LY-r_pbsP3ALo1NREmjfiIwXcWZt-JgBk_E1XNZs1NMKCjCCvXAKUkHgaYiL-0vFSSjKlq1hYmoDrLdxzBN-on_ohxYqFcCBonzFY888v36WE6FTxG5DP-hDZjg8S3IAp2rgh7s/s397/Prigge%20Alfred%20Tombstone%20France.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwE_aJFoSUFXdZJvLoQ3BtU4tlu7j1Fa1uoc_aVS-JXjQprbo2uS-S7LY-r_pbsP3ALo1NREmjfiIwXcWZt-JgBk_E1XNZs1NMKCjCCvXAKUkHgaYiL-0vFSSjKlq1hYmoDrLdxzBN-on_ohxYqFcCBonzFY888v36WE6FTxG5DP-hDZjg8S3IAp2rgh7s/s320/Prigge%20Alfred%20Tombstone%20France.jpg" width="202" /></a></span></div><span><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Alfred Prigge, son of Frederick and Emma Prigge, grew up in Adams Township, Defiance County. Born June 5, 1893, Alfred was raised with a house full of siblings, and in 1900, his paternal grandmother, Catherine Prigge. By 1910, at the age of 16, he was working as a farm laborer full time, living with Arnold and Laura Davis.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">On June 5, 1917, he filled out his World War I draft registration as a single man, aged 24. Then he was a farm laborer for Ed Precht. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">He stated he was born in Okolona, but currently resided in Jewell.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">By the next year, he was an enlisted man.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">The Army took him on May 29, 1918, into the 68th Replacement Regiment of the 68th Company, 6th Infantry in Fort Gordon, Georgia. He was there until July 16, 1918, and eventually he was reassigned to Company K of the 102nd Infantry as a Corporal.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9v0C6cx9ei1-YwYevh9CWEnVpPvn8hCMt33W7C4tK7-aezn3ziQ5p-iKO5XaARLlTCqfDpCxsFc0W6lQajqTXINBFewwlfqhyHYpVQDMDnc2uTZeRWrTmLpZ8lPErphH4pcyPtmJc5_YmpWLKhlG5PngPdHxXGHqGjeHXia1K9-_OJ7Ak6t8KWxW39f1T/s344/Prigge%20Alfred%20102nd%20seal.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="159" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9v0C6cx9ei1-YwYevh9CWEnVpPvn8hCMt33W7C4tK7-aezn3ziQ5p-iKO5XaARLlTCqfDpCxsFc0W6lQajqTXINBFewwlfqhyHYpVQDMDnc2uTZeRWrTmLpZ8lPErphH4pcyPtmJc5_YmpWLKhlG5PngPdHxXGHqGjeHXia1K9-_OJ7Ak6t8KWxW39f1T/s320/Prigge%20Alfred%20102nd%20seal.jpg" width="148" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-weight: 700;">His was called a replacement draft to fill in for all those men lost overseas. Alfred sailed on the ship Beltana on July 24, 1918, destination France and the Meuse-Argonne Defensive Sector.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">On the left is the seal of the 102nd Infantry; their motto was "Stand Forth." </span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Alfred went to the Chauteau Thiery region in France, first, where he engaged in fighting at the battles of Champagne, the Marne, Alsace-Marne and the Second Battle of the Marne. On August 5, 1918, his group went to St. Mihiel and eventually, Verdun, where Alfred met his death on October 26, 1918, at the age of 25.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3jGR4jYSslQLD9jsPPHccqrEKUL9BmpACIKtJKs35Yif1gTYxXod9Y2XJNIkooGywgWFLWeD9Ex899gKFp00AuvP5UDmtUCTuynfgSXi-Lr4ScDsBYPbsFYyNQqPhhXL4r8CN2H9VPP-3655sBt-s4Fq8Nj4YIHbtZGI1GxcMlckN2feAjZKXVQJH8XA/s1607/Rath%20Meuse%20Argonne%20map.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1607" data-original-width="1025" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3jGR4jYSslQLD9jsPPHccqrEKUL9BmpACIKtJKs35Yif1gTYxXod9Y2XJNIkooGywgWFLWeD9Ex899gKFp00AuvP5UDmtUCTuynfgSXi-Lr4ScDsBYPbsFYyNQqPhhXL4r8CN2H9VPP-3655sBt-s4Fq8Nj4YIHbtZGI1GxcMlckN2feAjZKXVQJH8XA/w408-h640/Rath%20Meuse%20Argonne%20map.jpeg" width="408" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-weight: 700;">Corporal Prigge was awarded the Purple Heart and the World War I Victory Medal for his service.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Alfred was buried in the Argonne American Cemetery, but it was noted that he has an honorary grave in the Bethlehem </span><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Cemetery near Ridgeville, Ohio in Lot 18, Block B, Grave 2.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">No picture or obituary could be found.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;">In Memoriam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;">Alfred Prigge</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></span><p></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-17841909142437059192024-01-31T14:20:00.004-05:002024-01-31T14:20:49.411-05:00"IF"- A Poem by Mable Baker<p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;">I</span><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">f you could see your ancestors</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">All standing in a row, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">Would you be proud of them?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">Or don't you really know?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">Some mighty strange discoveries are made </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">In climbing family trees, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">And some of them, you know,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">Might not particularly please.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">If you could see your ancestors</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">All standing in a row</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">There might be some of them?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">You wouldn't care to know.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">But here is another question</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">That requires a different view.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;">What would they think of you ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTNh3Or4ayVifDhPZmR4sDfj7V3IuOeEgNlabi3oR8Go3vG17miJfzl3lIBSmjBwZm7OO9-ecXU79iC0flMhBGx-mfGgYqBAPKNXHl2tREFe1nB-L0Aw7QknwXzKaGoK5CjRZUF72goWob0e4CNP5E0Ee8Y3RevGtE5L5CW6SHcOD8U9FkENw_Cy3j0mxZ/s806/family%20tree%20clipart.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="806" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTNh3Or4ayVifDhPZmR4sDfj7V3IuOeEgNlabi3oR8Go3vG17miJfzl3lIBSmjBwZm7OO9-ecXU79iC0flMhBGx-mfGgYqBAPKNXHl2tREFe1nB-L0Aw7QknwXzKaGoK5CjRZUF72goWob0e4CNP5E0Ee8Y3RevGtE5L5CW6SHcOD8U9FkENw_Cy3j0mxZ/w400-h398/family%20tree%20clipart.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-34727374673566699022024-01-30T13:16:00.000-05:002024-01-30T13:16:54.640-05:00World War I Series - Charles H. Fockler<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoRSWvntA1nZ43p4V0YN05I2mReXciBGcJnisCDQIL2pCsGEN2H9Uw0bCA_bQpTYKPbm2Fg4E1tZc4OsProNuV6YBKo6uyZwbnk3QVtVK4fiRfejN2-ivfSa1yAstyxLIy8QeLNbWmkHglFP8JSVLwLc6JifSodWnkJhboU4FIsGwMoQxlBg_8uA31beT/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoRSWvntA1nZ43p4V0YN05I2mReXciBGcJnisCDQIL2pCsGEN2H9Uw0bCA_bQpTYKPbm2Fg4E1tZc4OsProNuV6YBKo6uyZwbnk3QVtVK4fiRfejN2-ivfSa1yAstyxLIy8QeLNbWmkHglFP8JSVLwLc6JifSodWnkJhboU4FIsGwMoQxlBg_8uA31beT/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>Charles Henry Fockler</b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Charles Fockler's earliest years were spent in Noble Township, the part that was Defiance City, Ward 3. Born July 28, 1895 (military records say July 11), the family lived with grandmother, Hannah Shaffer, according to the Federal Census of 1900. His mother, Coral E Shaffer, died in 1903 when Charles was just eight. His father, David Fockler remarried to Elizabeth Hollenbaugh in 1905, and the family grew until Charles, who had three full siblings already, had four half-siblings, all boys.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>When he was twenty, Charles enlisted in the National Guard on June 28, 1916 and was assigned to Company G, 6th Infantry. Later, he was moved to several different training regiments (TNG) to prepare for his participation in the Army. His last assignment was in Company G, 147th Infantry, Division 26. By that time, he had earned the designation of Private First Class.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Charles and his regiment left Hoboken, New Jersey on May 2, 1918, aboard "The Great Northern" for France. The 26th Division was known as the Yankee Division and was so designated by a unique patch.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nT0qN8rjStT9hhBX4Uidr33K5PTNME82SHZWjzGRfUoYAGBSEfHbXZT7_BjUdAwD_ebxFiBqrBZVwEEVXZEAvf089Rrl6K9GPjt1Oya8932vt8CNXrsCEuR-THCYNNhBAzc2LX88YiUn17TgmwGUmIhBJ8yD17PS2p957uBSpJZ99BxVxbeeBzeKqwV8/s243/Fockler%20YD%20patch.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="207" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nT0qN8rjStT9hhBX4Uidr33K5PTNME82SHZWjzGRfUoYAGBSEfHbXZT7_BjUdAwD_ebxFiBqrBZVwEEVXZEAvf089Rrl6K9GPjt1Oya8932vt8CNXrsCEuR-THCYNNhBAzc2LX88YiUn17TgmwGUmIhBJ8yD17PS2p957uBSpJZ99BxVxbeeBzeKqwV8/w341-h400/Fockler%20YD%20patch.jpg" width="341" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><b>The unit went into the Meuse-Argonne Defensive Sector and experienced intense battles throughout the small villages in the region.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Charles was killed in action on October 28, 1918 at Crepion, France and was first buried near the village of Wavrille.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Much later, on September 27, 1921, he was moved to the Meuse-Argonne American Cemetery, Romagne, France.<br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKL5RWzXEiHc0jzbxAB_p5sgIDTyzN8vKKNFuUL8UFR3MWCfuhDk-az3lNuCzxDeXZGqC03xNtrXRXqj8j2CApaKzYzmsqBxZOLn060_4LtVMgaBiPyn2vcZKT5UQoaJ6iDO4PuzDWHRHfrUm1HepUd1XO4Whov-xS1dx1rYHYycGXHW0pyqLfYw-cp_O/s900/Fockler%20Yankee%20Division.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="900" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKL5RWzXEiHc0jzbxAB_p5sgIDTyzN8vKKNFuUL8UFR3MWCfuhDk-az3lNuCzxDeXZGqC03xNtrXRXqj8j2CApaKzYzmsqBxZOLn060_4LtVMgaBiPyn2vcZKT5UQoaJ6iDO4PuzDWHRHfrUm1HepUd1XO4Whov-xS1dx1rYHYycGXHW0pyqLfYw-cp_O/s320/Fockler%20Yankee%20Division.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0w-pThwVtmbGYJIfFZ__nMBusYoRKYZu8HfoP2X0NoP2xjPrOtGU7HV2AOW0eeo0ver4pb4roEqRsPsT0Q-jB9d0RVBy3Mm5Fg5HNzwxFaezFFFAt2PwOblBP6Y-qeuqkP5zBWsS2ZuMRaTenMWFFLSjRJF0_0zMO9d1dAqU9748q_mxc3M4K-9i47-PW/s2398/Fockler,%20Charles%20H.%20Burial%20card.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1502" data-original-width="2398" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0w-pThwVtmbGYJIfFZ__nMBusYoRKYZu8HfoP2X0NoP2xjPrOtGU7HV2AOW0eeo0ver4pb4roEqRsPsT0Q-jB9d0RVBy3Mm5Fg5HNzwxFaezFFFAt2PwOblBP6Y-qeuqkP5zBWsS2ZuMRaTenMWFFLSjRJF0_0zMO9d1dAqU9748q_mxc3M4K-9i47-PW/w640-h400/Fockler,%20Charles%20H.%20Burial%20card.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1aJih9Zwsc0yLCRUomBUBR3KTMSORs8h7wqLxoU8wkTZrLaRTohJ_Yjz8U1KVEhL1I4vDU4W05u0XN7LLKtatAuzf5yjN3-7awoOU6ZcRDAFaGLcKdiSp2omD8uFxCQCgW5UYPd76pK0oLZXQ6456XT3XTdpnssQyIJ1z4F_WTE-B-zcjZbK3jRlP2Aq/s419/Fockler%20Charles%20cross%20Argonne.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="250" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1aJih9Zwsc0yLCRUomBUBR3KTMSORs8h7wqLxoU8wkTZrLaRTohJ_Yjz8U1KVEhL1I4vDU4W05u0XN7LLKtatAuzf5yjN3-7awoOU6ZcRDAFaGLcKdiSp2omD8uFxCQCgW5UYPd76pK0oLZXQ6456XT3XTdpnssQyIJ1z4F_WTE-B-zcjZbK3jRlP2Aq/w382-h640/Fockler%20Charles%20cross%20Argonne.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><b>No obituary or photo could be located for Charles H. Fockler.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">In Memoriam</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">Charles Henry Fockler</span></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;">Guest Blogger - Kim Bercaw</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><b>A few sidenotes:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;">It took until 1931 until Charles' estate was probated and settled.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDQwpGAb2cBKMkxIhfJWN4IqAuTtzFYRjvZKI5WSzkoGJmzUdYlSmRRT4eXaZx6I_yyqxqeumVc0dn01VOJ-w6b4ZDSP63FBYwDAhIJTTKIvNWLGitgv7v9-0WjdZmUIasd_N_tTyfGpOrMVP0gknGrvR0u98tmQIY3A-LlsOEcGCmEHYIvugq4Qs5d8s/s996/Defiance-Crescent-News-February,2-1931-p-5.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="996" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDQwpGAb2cBKMkxIhfJWN4IqAuTtzFYRjvZKI5WSzkoGJmzUdYlSmRRT4eXaZx6I_yyqxqeumVc0dn01VOJ-w6b4ZDSP63FBYwDAhIJTTKIvNWLGitgv7v9-0WjdZmUIasd_N_tTyfGpOrMVP0gknGrvR0u98tmQIY3A-LlsOEcGCmEHYIvugq4Qs5d8s/s320/Defiance-Crescent-News-February,2-1931-p-5.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;">De Bonis-non - assets of the person's estate that have not yet been managed or distributed</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;">Secondly, Charles' stepmother died in 1930 and his father in 1945.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIX-HOCsA5_da6wtLdoFXhyphenhyphenNCVqLhQodS3x8hTc_51GqwyobM4qayaCeeTK3L3SZxHqwZwhdElDHsNTlCvLCep0jjWkQt5O1kfB4qhkdqinDQx3JqZC2sHgbqi9JRY955P-VNjP6JaX9F7Z61fNiYjcWn2ZnNVKGZgd6TwPOn_U6mdCMW3QYiE0gBAprw/s1040/Fockler%20David%20obit%201945.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIX-HOCsA5_da6wtLdoFXhyphenhyphenNCVqLhQodS3x8hTc_51GqwyobM4qayaCeeTK3L3SZxHqwZwhdElDHsNTlCvLCep0jjWkQt5O1kfB4qhkdqinDQx3JqZC2sHgbqi9JRY955P-VNjP6JaX9F7Z61fNiYjcWn2ZnNVKGZgd6TwPOn_U6mdCMW3QYiE0gBAprw/s16000/Fockler%20David%20obit%201945.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto;"><br /></span></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-23765463284461037542024-01-22T11:58:00.000-05:002024-01-22T11:58:12.495-05:00World War I Series - Glen Crowe<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPd3egf1t6Hux42vweNlfmEwlFmTSmAiOWmqgGd2cFLspLx_Te-3hIgsUM9xQ9jWtPlJiJ7lxb2ElMrvnkG6YIBrxhFu6QG1bamv8KUYyjPDWv4ClD0YClP-RY6EQCHuaQFtNUtmRmMbuN_oyviDiUGs-6uh8O0EbbFQTQ9U0bqVfF9gDEfEQVsmrDYgHo/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPd3egf1t6Hux42vweNlfmEwlFmTSmAiOWmqgGd2cFLspLx_Te-3hIgsUM9xQ9jWtPlJiJ7lxb2ElMrvnkG6YIBrxhFu6QG1bamv8KUYyjPDWv4ClD0YClP-RY6EQCHuaQFtNUtmRmMbuN_oyviDiUGs-6uh8O0EbbFQTQ9U0bqVfF9gDEfEQVsmrDYgHo/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>Glen Crowe</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Born in Edgerton, Ohio on March 18, 1888, according to his self-reported World War I Draft registration, he was the son of Lucius/Lewis and Viola Crowe. In the 1900 Federal Census, the family lived in Mark Township - Lewis, Viola "Ola", and five children, as well as the paternal grandfather, William Crowe, a widower at 72.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Glen's parents divorced in 1909, and Glen moved to Michigan with his father until his father passed away in 1914. In the meantime, his mother had remarried to Frank Breininger in June, 1909, and Glen went back to Ohio to live with mother and family near Hicksville.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>At some point, Glen joined the workers on Lake Erie as a mariner, but his ultimate intent was to join the war overseas when it broke out. The Escanada, Michigan, <i>Daily Post</i> reported on July 1, 1917, on Valentine Kowalski who joined the army and Glen Crow:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">"One other man who applied, Glen Crow of Hicksville, Ohio, later changed his mind in order to remain as a wheelman on a boat in this port, until the captain of the vessel could obtain someone to take his place." He had filled in his draft registration in Hicksville on May 26, 1917.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">So, it was March, 1918, when he reported into the Army at Camp Greene, North Carolina. After basic training, he was assigned to Company A, 39th Infantry of the 4th Division. He and his comrades departed for France on May 10, 1918 from Jersey City, NJ,aboard the ship "Dante Aleghairi."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWgF3U7TfzgT3j9QCyQyEgVUEgG-LtGz4QoxWgGLEBoMAdITNs_snTskywOxshxhGiMeR3drMDk8EHFE3svOSHBTQtM-nZYH6wlnw-06YQG9zU_nJsXWpyakcBWS3WSYa1wq36oq8OV3L1CDDGnTwhyphenhyphenuvUyeXBr5HQ3wrj_eH8M47J9wVoEpTc4cpQhXn/s800/Crow%20Dante%20Aleghairi.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="517" data-original-width="800" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWgF3U7TfzgT3j9QCyQyEgVUEgG-LtGz4QoxWgGLEBoMAdITNs_snTskywOxshxhGiMeR3drMDk8EHFE3svOSHBTQtM-nZYH6wlnw-06YQG9zU_nJsXWpyakcBWS3WSYa1wq36oq8OV3L1CDDGnTwhyphenhyphenuvUyeXBr5HQ3wrj_eH8M47J9wVoEpTc4cpQhXn/w400-h259/Crow%20Dante%20Aleghairi.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>He was a responsible and valued soldier, as evidenced by his promotions. His last promotion was to Corporal on August 21, 1918. Glen saw action at Aisne-Marne, St. Mihiel and in the Meuse-Argonne.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>He wrote letters home to his mother that were published in <i>The Tribune</i> (Hicksville, Ohio, on September 19, 1918, although they had been written in August. From Glen, in his own words:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">"GLEN CROWE WRITES TWO LETTERS FROM FRANCE</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>France, August 11, 1918</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Mrs. Frank Breininger, Hicksville, Ohio</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>My dear mother and family,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>I will try to write you again to let you know I am well and hope you are the same.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>You may be getting my letters, but if you are writing, I am not getting them. You do not know how much I would like to hear from you. I only hope you received my letters for I wrote you so many of them.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Yesterday, I received a letter from Ludington, and she wrote July 18, and had not received any of my letters up to that time. I suppose you read lots in the papers about the war and the great drive we are making. I have had no rest since the 16th of July. We have been going ever since, and no let up day or night, and I am so thankful God has spared me through it all.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>I cannot tell you now what we went through, but when I return home again, I can tell you. The Germans must be licked first, and we are the boys that can do it, and they know it by this time. I have shown some of them myself.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Well, this is all I can tell you now. Do you hear from Roy and how are all the girls? I have written to Esther, but no answer. How are Frank and the boys? Will say goodbye to all with lots of love to you and grandma and uncle and Rinda Cook.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>My address is:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Corp. Glen Crowe, Co. A, 39th Inf. via N.Y, AEF</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>----</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>August 21, 1918</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>My dear Mother and Family,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>I will send you a few lines as I do not know if you are getting my letters or not as I don't hear from you. I do not think you are getting them because I received a letter from Bridget and she wrote the 18th of July, and up to that time, she had not heard from me.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>You do not know how I would like to hear from you all, and I know you are just as anxious to hear from me. I am getting along all O.K., and I am wishing you all the same.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>The whole bunch of us are very tired, but we are all ready for another Hun. We sure gave them an awful chase. We kept on their heels a long time. I suppose you read all about it in the papers.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>I tried to do my part in that drive, and I think I did, for I have met the Germans face to face, and we had it man to man, and God was good to me for sparing me through it all.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>You know that little testament that grandpa carried in the civil war, you gave me that morning I left you. Well, I still have it. I have lost everything I had but that little Bible and it has gone through battles in France, and I know God will spare me to bring me home again.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Well, Mother, I will leave you now, so will say goodbye with love to all. Please write soon and send me a little candy or something good to eat.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Your son,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Glen Crowe"</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Tragically, Corporal Glen Crowe died from wounds he received near Cuisy and Bois de Septsarges on September 28, 1918. Later, the Colonel of the 39th Infantry would write to his mother, describing the situation of Glen's death. The letter appeared in <i>The Tribune,</i> Hicksville, on March 27, 1919:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Roboto Slab;">"TELLS PARTICULARS OF THE DEATH OF GLEN CROWE<br /><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>A.E.F., Germany, Feb. 15, 1919</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>Mrs. Frank Breininger, Hicksville, Ohio</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>My dear Mrs. Breininger,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>No doubt you have received notification from the War Department of the death of your son, Corporal Glen Crowe, who was a member of Company A, 39th Infantry which regiment I have the honor to command. I am very sorry that my duty connected with the campaigns and occupation of Germany have heretofore prevented me from writing you personally of the death of your son.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>He was wounded while leading his squad in an attack on a machine gun nest at Mountfaucon Hill, September 26, 1918, and was taken to the hospital. I have no further particulars at hand and regret that I cannot inform you of the place of burial. That information will be obtained from the Graves Registration Bureau, A.E.F.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>Your son was valued highly as a noncommissioned officer and soldier and was held in high esteem by his officers and men.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>I sympathize with you deeply in the loss of your son, which is our loss as well, and hope that you will find consolation in a just pride at having contributed such a valuable soldier to a noble cause that the great victory we now have might be gained.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>Most sincerely,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>Colonel F. C. Bolles, 39th Infantry</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>In addition to the above, further notification has arrived that Glen, the young soldier in question, is buried in an American Military Cemetery at Les Placy, department of the Meuse, France, and that his grave is marked, and being well cared for."</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-_xvw8e4WZ_s2Ln3up5Jafps8fJg8YrwO5rbSQCQmRL0JUdwqXendy7oKpJTVJPS7yLo2FA3md7mFBWScdJQQocBAVIuEv57tSkyTnom9GA8ILaus6IXvzPJOiTA3v2YUgaf2THZsP3YhMPEDN0Tw57ufDO2L6wZtqo5cfPug4lT8K4AWzH6WG1fSCKg/s354/Crowe%20flag%20halfmast.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="354" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-_xvw8e4WZ_s2Ln3up5Jafps8fJg8YrwO5rbSQCQmRL0JUdwqXendy7oKpJTVJPS7yLo2FA3md7mFBWScdJQQocBAVIuEv57tSkyTnom9GA8ILaus6IXvzPJOiTA3v2YUgaf2THZsP3YhMPEDN0Tw57ufDO2L6wZtqo5cfPug4lT8K4AWzH6WG1fSCKg/w400-h266/Crowe%20flag%20halfmast.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">"Hicksville flags waved at half mast again Tuesday for the third time since the war began in honor of another of its soldier lads who gave his life on French soil for his country, namely Glen Crowe, of Mark township, well known at this place. The government message arrived on Tuesday, conveying the sad news to his people, east of this village to whom the sympathy of the entire community is extended. More details concerning his death will be awaited with interest as soon as the mails arrive from the point in which he was located in France." The Tribune</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">His mother planned a memorial service to be held in the Methodist church, but it had to be cancelled and rescheduled later due to the influenza epidemic.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">In July, 1921, his body was exhumed and sent on the ship, "Wheaton," for Hoboken, NJ. Once arrived, it was transported and buried in Arlingon National Cemetery on July 25, 1921.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGMVnOIZde7ktzy2UWuFqqeq1Kx6exvtSYUwX1xiTcF7DswcPzWZ114gxiUObtKrFyFdxCyF8jSsEIli7o3_37LlejeJpjLbqJiauq4sksjpIDkHEXj_SVEqx0PwqoMlIz5-P_Iv9WCS4Z_xx3FqgwF_zdJY0eTJVYY4ftDoaNaG21oOS629UUELqSvFr/s398/Crowe%20Glen%20tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="250" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGMVnOIZde7ktzy2UWuFqqeq1Kx6exvtSYUwX1xiTcF7DswcPzWZ114gxiUObtKrFyFdxCyF8jSsEIli7o3_37LlejeJpjLbqJiauq4sksjpIDkHEXj_SVEqx0PwqoMlIz5-P_Iv9WCS4Z_xx3FqgwF_zdJY0eTJVYY4ftDoaNaG21oOS629UUELqSvFr/w402-h640/Crowe%20Glen%20tombstone.jpg" width="402" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Glen Crowe</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto;">Guest Blogger - Dan Hasch</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p></p><p><br /></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-40726567857774287172024-01-15T11:24:00.001-05:002024-01-15T11:25:05.015-05:00World War I Series - Stephen D. McKinley<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf39x1Asrsy34Slfb3B_vd7vXtf8vVIPnXFDu2a20R_RMA8zTy_enouxLRhZbOvxhDMvXsFnpwtNM8YYJUPPkyGPBah026yd8GVTSB6y65w9kR_iCf0xp7dk5FNYu-zpt62Y-ezYmCDEMsfekgxMXqrwnVLhUzN3NU7KzB8VfBaGatzv_JZyPJ26xn0to7/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf39x1Asrsy34Slfb3B_vd7vXtf8vVIPnXFDu2a20R_RMA8zTy_enouxLRhZbOvxhDMvXsFnpwtNM8YYJUPPkyGPBah026yd8GVTSB6y65w9kR_iCf0xp7dk5FNYu-zpt62Y-ezYmCDEMsfekgxMXqrwnVLhUzN3NU7KzB8VfBaGatzv_JZyPJ26xn0to7/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>STEVEN G. MCKINLEY</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>(STEPHEN D. MCKINLEY)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbx9ZYhmuuuLSZfuPdTdcxsRufgK6fCkhjDH_y5hAgN_UIY9BijXDy7QzMXrnxsxFCgC8h9QnsT4fd1eWWC0ScAPVjOloit2HK60YZm25L1zwvv8SKXKQZ0-RgfSi_BzZaTXJ20-q5m5U5gRgzqtxJE9awGsnBcWF-sEe4s0fcPOY68fIr6f9NTTf9A7C/s960/mckinley,%20steven%20pic_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbx9ZYhmuuuLSZfuPdTdcxsRufgK6fCkhjDH_y5hAgN_UIY9BijXDy7QzMXrnxsxFCgC8h9QnsT4fd1eWWC0ScAPVjOloit2HK60YZm25L1zwvv8SKXKQZ0-RgfSi_BzZaTXJ20-q5m5U5gRgzqtxJE9awGsnBcWF-sEe4s0fcPOY68fIr6f9NTTf9A7C/w360-h640/mckinley,%20steven%20pic_edited.jpg" width="360" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Stephen D. McKinley was born in Dekalb County,Indiana, lived many places in Indiana, including Butler and Fort Wayne, but ended as a resident of Hicksville, Ohio. Although the war monument lists Steven G. McKinley, it is most probable it was Stephen D., killed in action in World War I, and a resident of Hicksville. No Steven G. could be found.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Stephen Douglas McKinley was the oldest son of </b><b>Stephen D and Eva Hauser McKinley, born in Dekalb County, Indiana, on May 29, 1892. He had at least three sisters and three brothers.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Stephen joined the National Guard in Hicksville on May 25, 1917. He was in Company E, 2nd Infantry at Camp Sheridan, Alabama. He took some time off to marry in Hillsdale, Michigan, on July 17, 1917. His wife, Estella (Stella) Thankful Burlingame was a resident of Hicksville and remained so her whole life. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>He grew quickly in the ranks, moving to corporal on August 22, 1917, and on to sergeant on May 31, 1918. On June 15, 1918, he boarded the ship, "Leviathan" in Hoboken, New Jersey, and sailed for France with Company F, 145th Infantry, 37th Division. He fought in both France and Belgium, but met his death on November 4, 1918.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Hopefully, he knew he was the father to his infant daughter, Vivian, born August 30, 1918. He would never see her on this earth.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Stephen died at about the same time as fellow Hicksville citizen, Tracy Clark. The newspapers reported:</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">"TWO MORE SOLDIER BOYS MEET DEATH. Tracy Clark and Stephen McKinley Give Their Lives to Great Cause.</b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Hicksville, Ohio, November 29 -</b></span></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>A double shock came to Hicksville Wednesday night when two telegrams arrigved conveying the news that Stephen D. McKinley and Tracy Clark, Hicksville boys were slain while engaged in action.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>The first message brought the news that Stephen McKinley, of the local Company E boys, had given in life in supreme sacrifice, having been killed November 4. McKinley went to Camp Sheridan with the troops last year and sailed overseas, landing in France in June, a member of the 37th division which saw such hot fighting in the two weeks before the signing of the armistice.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Young McKinley was the son of James McKinley, near Spencerville, Ind. About the time of his enlistment in 1917, he was married to Miss Stella Burlingame, and to this union was born a baby daughter, now aged 3 months. When the message arrived here, his wife and baby, with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. J.H. Burlingame, had left to visit relatives in Illinois, the former home of the Burlingame family.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Since the ending of the war, the wife had been arranging plans and looking forward to the homecoming of her husband and preparing to go to housekeeping as soon as he would be mustered out of service..."</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b><i>Hicksville Tribune</i>, 5 December 1918, p. 1</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80mlwwG9AO8bshqetEMbzlZ69rsF0Y9rm-M_5qyAFinxHBkMxqTHc6P2zBONUkB4QhNZf88-ZfIL_rVn_bYMYpMjebodHhUOg6q7kGnN91yKSvywKfYI0T7UWNdYeTXHkRicvC67ce_TqUCGM852D9TrJX4gIQqaqEm98d1FlMWIG3Sy_IBOLUTKcEcd5/s598/mckinley%20steven%200bit.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="229" data-original-width="598" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80mlwwG9AO8bshqetEMbzlZ69rsF0Y9rm-M_5qyAFinxHBkMxqTHc6P2zBONUkB4QhNZf88-ZfIL_rVn_bYMYpMjebodHhUOg6q7kGnN91yKSvywKfYI0T7UWNdYeTXHkRicvC67ce_TqUCGM852D9TrJX4gIQqaqEm98d1FlMWIG3Sy_IBOLUTKcEcd5/w640-h246/mckinley%20steven%200bit.jpeg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Sergeant Stephen D. McKinley was buried in Flanders Field American Cemetery and Memorial, Waregem, Arrondisssement Kortrijk, West Flanders West, Viaanderen, Belgium.</b></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEtqexm-TNLexcimGFyTxRra3yY7NVMfSqsLeMKTOrNmWGJKzxoSVDqvvZRubH4uaV0RuTOvo2QYmzcN4a1U2alFrTQttaEHSoK6poPmLDn8dca9Cbt8-ApwNRK3b9QA5s5tcUwOBtGOtfHEbLtATEVKJc0o99_ALEZOr2qKOGqa4dMTu0xly9GQpv99n/s800/mckinley%20steven%20cross.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="482" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEtqexm-TNLexcimGFyTxRra3yY7NVMfSqsLeMKTOrNmWGJKzxoSVDqvvZRubH4uaV0RuTOvo2QYmzcN4a1U2alFrTQttaEHSoK6poPmLDn8dca9Cbt8-ApwNRK3b9QA5s5tcUwOBtGOtfHEbLtATEVKJc0o99_ALEZOr2qKOGqa4dMTu0xly9GQpv99n/w386-h640/mckinley%20steven%20cross.jpg" width="386" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">In Memoriam</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">Stephen Douglas McKinley</span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b> </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>\</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></span><p></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-63803031234101505872024-01-10T14:23:00.000-05:002024-01-10T14:23:52.821-05:00World War I Series - Ellis Dull<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrrPSMTKmEFern7V8O6KEcrkCoustsWFhyphenhyphenuOARsDeQHIWeQ_u_jQ2cDpqfsJXiAYPJRmAWOgEh12WrOUGhpFF3N1n4PgnyZ65ugmLtOYxjYl3VePqpi2VzcjTlLuhkPU5jchSrmEm3s7WMeIg2Q-qPXZzBfB9WUtMsAFFPckwf3LvEutwQxEX-T9ZLnBH/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrrPSMTKmEFern7V8O6KEcrkCoustsWFhyphenhyphenuOARsDeQHIWeQ_u_jQ2cDpqfsJXiAYPJRmAWOgEh12WrOUGhpFF3N1n4PgnyZ65ugmLtOYxjYl3VePqpi2VzcjTlLuhkPU5jchSrmEm3s7WMeIg2Q-qPXZzBfB9WUtMsAFFPckwf3LvEutwQxEX-T9ZLnBH/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">Ellis Dull</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>(George) Ellis Dull was a native of near Hicksville, Ohio, born on September 28, 1893, to John Martin Luther Dull and his wife, Cora McFeters Dull. He grew up with his two siblings, Ward Leonard and Freda, and two half siblings, Pearl Comodore and Reow. In the 1910 census, their home was in Mark Township.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>In May, 1917, Ellis enlisted for service and went to Camp Sheridan, Alabama, the first stop for training Ohioans for combat on the Western Front in Europe. He was assigned to the 145th Infantry, and they departed from Hoboken, NJ on the ship "Leviathan" on June 15, 1918.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>According to the record compiled by Capt. James Norton of the medical detachment, 'The S.S. Leviathan, formerly the Vaterland, an interned German passenger liner, steamed quietly past the Goddess of Liberty at exactly 10:55 a.m. on June 15, 1918. After a voyage broken daily with abandon ship drills, we docked at Brest, France, June 22, 1918. The regiment camped near the city for three days, then proceeded by rail to Bourmont, Haute Marne, arriving early in the morning of June 29.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-SU4qiapkTKYoBvJMMafcnOhGyIY3qhhjHz4aPovCsN_78hS_OiUcgbyvEH04R32IXVFf9nCSpcpi_rCsva8bXMNQF90RkWrJI-0FQGWjMn5VW4sFyeFWP2N71nMx1Baa172OgBoO61WzsjHAPGxaHOHdgWuDgmhF3dR1waTb8qrB2aPiaqJtnoad_mx/s1024/France%20St%20Thiebault.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="1024" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-SU4qiapkTKYoBvJMMafcnOhGyIY3qhhjHz4aPovCsN_78hS_OiUcgbyvEH04R32IXVFf9nCSpcpi_rCsva8bXMNQF90RkWrJI-0FQGWjMn5VW4sFyeFWP2N71nMx1Baa172OgBoO61WzsjHAPGxaHOHdgWuDgmhF3dR1waTb8qrB2aPiaqJtnoad_mx/w640-h406/France%20St%20Thiebault.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>The regiment was billeted in several small villages nearby: Goncourt, St. Thiebault, Iloud. While in this area, the regiment continued its intensive training with the assistance of French instructors, carrying on the work of trench and open warfare, in which they were soon to participate.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>For the first time in its history, the regiment spent Independence Day on foreign soil and was entertained and welcomed by the speeches of the Maire and songs of the French school girls. Colonel Stanbery was presented with a boquet (sic) by the women of Goncourt, a token of esteem in which the American is held by the French people. A similar exercise was held on July 14, the French Independence Day. Here the regiment received for the first-time overseas caps, 'tin hats, wrap leggings and gas masks.'</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAzF5BXVInA8dlMDn-7nKSXFoV1JMcIMcWwXIiRLvphAe8hudiYrD-7RGXRrc4F_5cafcQA5i3UlzKU7zf0GqiOdcvTjqCVYUnKj7o1G4qAuMyIMQL7CWfn7koTSQNTrjDjy4lOWwbKWVUQpYeca37wkQFdYjnf6D6iic8vUQJYpQf70lGd-8Z11IlCZs/s1200/meuse-argonne-offensive-fb-image-91630.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAzF5BXVInA8dlMDn-7nKSXFoV1JMcIMcWwXIiRLvphAe8hudiYrD-7RGXRrc4F_5cafcQA5i3UlzKU7zf0GqiOdcvTjqCVYUnKj7o1G4qAuMyIMQL7CWfn7koTSQNTrjDjy4lOWwbKWVUQpYeca37wkQFdYjnf6D6iic8vUQJYpQf70lGd-8Z11IlCZs/w640-h334/meuse-argonne-offensive-fb-image-91630.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b>On August 8th, the 145th, a part of the 37th Division, received orders to occupy the Baccarat Sector, which was a relatively quiet sector; it would initiate the Ohioans to life and combat on the Western Front. The fighting, for the most part, consisted of raids and patrol work. This tour of duty lasted about six weeks, and came to an end on 16 September.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>"The 145th Regiment moved on 18 October to the Ypres area in western Belgium, arriving on 21 October. In this sector, the regiment participated in two major attacks. With the 37th Division, it was attached to the Army of France in Belgium... Overcast skies and drizzling rain made for a dismal day on 3 November in Oudenaarde, Belgium. Visibility being poor, the enemy did attempt a counter attack, but secured their positions approximately 500 -1000 meters from the river banks.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Enemy artillery was fierce with much destruction to the town, surrounding villages and troop concentrations. Despite the poor visibility, the German air force was also active. Twelve German officers and 317 soldiers were taken prisoner at that time.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>On 4 November, Ellis Dull was reported missing in action. It was reported back home in the newspaper:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfoTro_U4Xp6xm3z0XwRYDzpLbpaMwIhX11Xa1nHj8kmazEdy-eoSH-zhZgQgGjrM3TGdHQKeLVjylJ47IW1FXXDpUiZ2MufTfNag4MXpxWrUB5ui_0HufifX1H_W4vOQTVPZCGghqJIheoZ2EigWCu7bp1iAD2zNIp9r66q-LI64h97ZJJm3xyLMalG_E/s591/Dull%20Elias%20newspaper%20missing.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="591" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfoTro_U4Xp6xm3z0XwRYDzpLbpaMwIhX11Xa1nHj8kmazEdy-eoSH-zhZgQgGjrM3TGdHQKeLVjylJ47IW1FXXDpUiZ2MufTfNag4MXpxWrUB5ui_0HufifX1H_W4vOQTVPZCGghqJIheoZ2EigWCu7bp1iAD2zNIp9r66q-LI64h97ZJJm3xyLMalG_E/w640-h198/Dull%20Elias%20newspaper%20missing.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Some sources give Ellis' death date as November 4, and others say it was November 6, 1918, as on his tombstone. The same controversy exists with place of death - France or Belgium? </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRt1wGGHQo4Evm6WQlF7xKaLXuyKIID_yJT3EbHzfKmyArii2IeMqiEGwif_D1vjm-pNFz7HMdZxZj8AGnQ0nfPyzvjmvUteL7HuIamNOuug8-l5Ncr1S_94itMjng2ui6hTnFwxSMiY-13-Vz1-ZYn3sO2sF1J0GGsCXLH6NcZRqHdI40YwROa50fKqL/s640/Dull%20Elias%20tombstone%20HIx.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRt1wGGHQo4Evm6WQlF7xKaLXuyKIID_yJT3EbHzfKmyArii2IeMqiEGwif_D1vjm-pNFz7HMdZxZj8AGnQ0nfPyzvjmvUteL7HuIamNOuug8-l5Ncr1S_94itMjng2ui6hTnFwxSMiY-13-Vz1-ZYn3sO2sF1J0GGsCXLH6NcZRqHdI40YwROa50fKqL/w480-h640/Dull%20Elias%20tombstone%20HIx.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHyybGjw3DZkf-pxV2L7iLO_2DDBjZXiPyypQUw29JSkLiUn1apWj8iESGwLD6AGmp08D_K1nUWKJzZSZcICr7jhyphenhyphenaE1u56dnXjn_H2BJGGq_LVck5sQyL36VdpV9PZpyp1HaG0dfq7ae09SxVb1svX2m2uWjr9bDh8Jz409Pkx83IIrC0VKcMYHdW99Z/s1101/Defiance-Crescent-News-May,19-1921-p-3.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1101" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHyybGjw3DZkf-pxV2L7iLO_2DDBjZXiPyypQUw29JSkLiUn1apWj8iESGwLD6AGmp08D_K1nUWKJzZSZcICr7jhyphenhyphenaE1u56dnXjn_H2BJGGq_LVck5sQyL36VdpV9PZpyp1HaG0dfq7ae09SxVb1svX2m2uWjr9bDh8Jz409Pkx83IIrC0VKcMYHdW99Z/w640-h536/Defiance-Crescent-News-May,19-1921-p-3.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><i>Defiance Crescent-News</i>, May 19, 1921, p. 3<br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>George Ellis Dull</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Guest Blogger - Mary Williams</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Noto Sans;"><span><b>A Side St</b></span><b>ory on Ellis Dull </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">from the <i>Defiance Crescent-News,</i> February 15, 1915</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b>"BOHEMIAN IS CAPTURED. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b>In a Hen Coop - Charged With Having Evil Intentions Towards Inhabitants Thereof.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b>Steve Studenka, a sugar beet worker in the fields about Mark Center, was bound over to common pleas court in the sum of $500 by Justice Maxwell this afternoon on the charge of entering the hen coop of John Oberland, residing two miles north and west of Mark Center at 1 o'clock this morning.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b>Ellis Dull, an employee of Mr. Obenland, was returning to the home of his employer at 1 o'clock this morning when he noticed a man approaching the place with a lantern. Mr. Dull went into the Oberland home and, watching the lantern with the owner of it, saw him enter the barnyard. Arousing Mr. Oberland, they went out of the house and saw the stranger enter the hen coop.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b>They hurried to the building and discovered Studenka lying on the floor. They asked him what he was doing there and he replied, 'Nothing.' Procuring a hammer and nailes they nailed fast the door of the coop and held Studenka a prisoner there, awaiting the arrival of Sheriff Hull to whom they telephoned. The sheriff, however, had a breakdown enroute in a machine and it was after 5 o'clock when he arrived at the Oberland place.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b>In the meantime, owing to the coldness of the atmosphere, Studenka was taken rom the coop after several hours residence therein and escorted to the Oberland residence where he was kept till the arrival of the sheriff, after which he was taken in charge by that official who brought him to Defiance and placed him in the county lockup.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b>Studenka is a Bohemian, and he had his hearing before Justice Maxwell this afternoon, the operation being carried out through the medium of an interpreter. He is married and has a child a couple years old. He said that he was under the influence of liquor and wasn't responsible for his actions, and declaimed entertaining evil intentions towards the inhabitants of the chicken coop. He was placed in jail till he is able to give bond."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-3517997254182401142024-01-04T13:05:00.002-05:002024-01-05T13:52:16.871-05:00World War I Series - A. C. Gecowets<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUp9Vr1PHzDZPycdDquSqwRd6-l4YPyEjWMYgbGl7ynlM_q1w1oheAPft9u5hMK1r5JVHUp4gYfJ8AwupHFMQJ4rFVetcAgvapKRc6VP6hKoHbPS9ID24wndd9eOWOV_APzBp5mcxzk64aFUjOYKT8HFZWuj6lskH7R2qsnxqiV-djuEiNf_ehhbin2AF/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUp9Vr1PHzDZPycdDquSqwRd6-l4YPyEjWMYgbGl7ynlM_q1w1oheAPft9u5hMK1r5JVHUp4gYfJ8AwupHFMQJ4rFVetcAgvapKRc6VP6hKoHbPS9ID24wndd9eOWOV_APzBp5mcxzk64aFUjOYKT8HFZWuj6lskH7R2qsnxqiV-djuEiNf_ehhbin2AF/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>A. C. GECOWETS</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvn3nxnCh48w4JvlVcSssgeUoF8uLPDCSscoDP6ShLsLL1uc8XyBBTrQ6Y6JasUyuWdy3UNQ-8QDd1twWvyGb7QbWO2bhAshqddNMECXSW0oeQ8W6wo_84yLHGc7aNZKGQRj3a69c9xufD1SM9IBSPtoeWnHHt-0oV5_xzgCDLZHzP7C0CGDLTkvfNRLT/s575/Gecowets%20A.%20C_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="575" data-original-width="465" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvn3nxnCh48w4JvlVcSssgeUoF8uLPDCSscoDP6ShLsLL1uc8XyBBTrQ6Y6JasUyuWdy3UNQ-8QDd1twWvyGb7QbWO2bhAshqddNMECXSW0oeQ8W6wo_84yLHGc7aNZKGQRj3a69c9xufD1SM9IBSPtoeWnHHt-0oV5_xzgCDLZHzP7C0CGDLTkvfNRLT/w324-h400/Gecowets%20A.%20C_edited.jpg" width="324" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>A.C. Gecowets was born on January 28, 1893, in Washington Township, Defiance County, Ohio. A.C. was always just A.C. in all the documents found on him, no other name. His father was Charles Abraham Gecowets, so were his initial a reversal of his father's? We just don't know. His mother was Alice McFeters Gecowets. </b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>By the 1900 Federal Census, A.C. lived with his grandmother, Ida McFeters, and his uncle, LeRoy McFeters who farmed in Washington <br />Township. A.C. was 7, and his sister Delta was 5. </b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmURtGvKKgV23xFZKMYKYVgNIsWP6DgssuB4T93shMiT9Bsv26671Zy4I4uy9cjFRLqMQWWketjhOJZa6Bgc4pTyW2sq-Uro-RFUpknYaDTxaMQ4GrImVHSZI2QDP5GlQeHGxLPvhl1-VpqpBGo0hk2LmuhhsXWqvCXGxKe_mVwnAayK06RBzib5-bhe3/s1860/Gecowets%20AC%20draft%20registration.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1005" data-original-width="1860" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmURtGvKKgV23xFZKMYKYVgNIsWP6DgssuB4T93shMiT9Bsv26671Zy4I4uy9cjFRLqMQWWketjhOJZa6Bgc4pTyW2sq-Uro-RFUpknYaDTxaMQ4GrImVHSZI2QDP5GlQeHGxLPvhl1-VpqpBGo0hk2LmuhhsXWqvCXGxKe_mVwnAayK06RBzib5-bhe3/w640-h346/Gecowets%20AC%20draft%20registration.png" width="640" /></a></b></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>On June 5, 1917, he filled out his World War I Draft Registration in North Richland Township, Defiance County.</b></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">In May, 1918, he was assigned to the 18 Company, 5th </b><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Battalion</b></span><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">, 159th Depot Brigade until June 17, 1918. In the war, he belonged first to Company C, 153rd Infantry until September 13, 1918, when he was moved to Company C, 127th Infantry. The 153rd was a replacement company to use as needed when regiments had lost soldiers who needed to be replaced. A.C. either volunteered or was assigned to the 127th in September where he fought until death in the Argonne Forest.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">In a letter home to W. P. Rath, father to Francis Rath (see his post), A. C. Gecowets was mentioned by Pvt. George M. Long, the author:</b></p><div><b style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: "Roboto Mono";">"Mr. A. C. Gecowets of Defiance was killed near the same spot that Francis was hit and Gecowets died on the field. This happened about 11 a.m., October 5. Gecowets was hit by machine gun bullets and they broke both his legs."</b></div><div>(Defiance Crescent-News, April 10, 1919, pg.5)</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>This account gave his date of death as October 5, 1918; other more reliable documents stated he died on October 12. But his sister was not informed until January 1919. The <i>Defiance Crescent News</i> reported on January 4, 1919:</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>"WAS BROTHER OF MRS FRED WAHL OF DEFIANCE</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Private A. C. Gecowets, who was reported in yesterday's casualty list as killed in action, met death on the battlefield October 12th. He was a brother of Mrs. Fred Wahl of this city. Before going to war, he was employed in the vicinity of Jewell."</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>A.C. was first buried near the battlefield in Geshes, France in Grave 13, but he was reburied in the Meuse-Argonne Cemetery later. His sister was notified of the reburial on January 28, 1919.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">In Memoriam</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">A.C. 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Rath<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB1j2S_8bqC4kvEolgRvtuhhka7EABAWtzIApP3wDCKl3IZ5L9sb1Wi34zGfR52uh3mWIqvExDmVE7JXqYU99q22Rqt5hQXq2RTT-FnxJOFxrRLzjiLm75QN7nQdmUm1TnJNGRIvZotfVt9R0r-S1jAVhe1iBm5rmZTZy3nNJAhJ6MTXe77mlnXfPu0HWH/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB1j2S_8bqC4kvEolgRvtuhhka7EABAWtzIApP3wDCKl3IZ5L9sb1Wi34zGfR52uh3mWIqvExDmVE7JXqYU99q22Rqt5hQXq2RTT-FnxJOFxrRLzjiLm75QN7nQdmUm1TnJNGRIvZotfVt9R0r-S1jAVhe1iBm5rmZTZy3nNJAhJ6MTXe77mlnXfPu0HWH/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>FRANCIS T. RATH</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHWp-lV9feNIXpsU3QBh5snH5hvxTqe8P2y_eQwinMbEYYBYE4ObOp6tD6SQyn-zkp2pC2T4kk61pEKrNkzeLFmgdk8UkfUukpmzwSPEmHyvdgS6SkFyiqvrBgYMJ4vFFiL86C2j3VLDKyPYZ1dcY8qipux00SO6vZCtQZ8CqF_rBJ18Ja0oAUJ8EqBUk/s1270/Defiance-Crescent-News-May,14-1919-p-2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1270" data-original-width="935" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHWp-lV9feNIXpsU3QBh5snH5hvxTqe8P2y_eQwinMbEYYBYE4ObOp6tD6SQyn-zkp2pC2T4kk61pEKrNkzeLFmgdk8UkfUukpmzwSPEmHyvdgS6SkFyiqvrBgYMJ4vFFiL86C2j3VLDKyPYZ1dcY8qipux00SO6vZCtQZ8CqF_rBJ18Ja0oAUJ8EqBUk/w295-h400/Defiance-Crescent-News-May,14-1919-p-2.jpeg" width="295" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span><b>Frances T. Rath was the fifth of six children born to his parents, William Philip Rath and Louisa Elizabeth Hockman Rath. The family farmed in Tiffin Township, and that is where Frances was born on February 21, 1894. His middle name was either Turco or Turche, but its significance, if any, to the family is unknown.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span><b>Frances filled out his draft registration card on June 5, 1917, when he was 23 years old. He helped with the farming on the W. F. Mujers farm at Rt. 4, Defiance at the time. Described as tall with a medium build with gray eyes and auburn hair, he was a single man.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span><b>His enlistment day was May 28, 1918, into the 18th Regiment, Company B, Battalion 159, the Depot Brigade where he served until June 17, 1918. On August 6, 1918, he embarked from Newport News, Virginia, overseas, now part of the 153rd Infantry, Company C. Soon he would be moved to Co. C, 127th Infantry where he served until his death. </b><b>Deployed to the Meuse-Argonne area where the fighting was heavy, he died from wounds sustained on October 5, 1918, and passed away five days later on October 10.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span><b>He was first buried in the American Cemetery at Montfaucon, then moved to the American Argonne Cemetery. Eventually, he was disinterred and sent home on the ship, "Somme," to Hoboken, NJ. His final burial place is Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia in Section 18, Site 2013. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBfQknk-iwcqPL46GpEt3CYYEJfFPjsSOArUvh_GCHNnHZJ6f6X5RPINt1RJAUwwj0r70zCBB5dLEsSk04NmuQgFzP517N23YhH8QXTOkcMiDJ35yql_Cr2M27URQ8h2qjwhDphmoQV7VXmorJm3F4ipmJYmBFpwNnDnTCZJqb8VCgzz2_XoS7nn9I86Z5/s834/Rath%20Francis%20tombstone%20Arlington%20Cem%20VA.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="525" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBfQknk-iwcqPL46GpEt3CYYEJfFPjsSOArUvh_GCHNnHZJ6f6X5RPINt1RJAUwwj0r70zCBB5dLEsSk04NmuQgFzP517N23YhH8QXTOkcMiDJ35yql_Cr2M27URQ8h2qjwhDphmoQV7VXmorJm3F4ipmJYmBFpwNnDnTCZJqb8VCgzz2_XoS7nn9I86Z5/w402-h640/Rath%20Francis%20tombstone%20Arlington%20Cem%20VA.jpg" width="402" /></a></span></div><span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Od-baCUMT_UPDiajiV8AFmvFDwxA6k3stYvyck_z6nfsOdL1cF2lu912mZMeT3alQZBD6X9MlrN8nTilNwe09smB6rvvfvv-nqYRh1jmIZfSN8Q_Y10fYx-KqmTlexMCiQe8zwVoCtTPKPKFc4IUwY4G4wEnEsnCecOzn4_m9C5Y4zNS75EGHdrKwx_x/s992/Rath%20Francis%20memorial%20service.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="970" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Od-baCUMT_UPDiajiV8AFmvFDwxA6k3stYvyck_z6nfsOdL1cF2lu912mZMeT3alQZBD6X9MlrN8nTilNwe09smB6rvvfvv-nqYRh1jmIZfSN8Q_Y10fYx-KqmTlexMCiQe8zwVoCtTPKPKFc4IUwY4G4wEnEsnCecOzn4_m9C5Y4zNS75EGHdrKwx_x/w626-h640/Rath%20Francis%20memorial%20service.jpeg" width="626" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Later, Francis' father, W. P. Rath of Rural Route 2, Defiance, wrote a letter to the Army asking for an account of what happened to his son. The letter was answered by Francis' friend, Private George M. Long, and printed in the <i>Defiance Crescent News</i> on April 10, 1919, on page 5:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i>"Sir,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i>I have just received your request of February 27th handed me by Mr. Butler of Defiance, Ohio, who is a member of my company. I will now endeavor to tell you all I know about your son, Francis, who was wounded on October 5th, while we were in the Argonne Forest.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i>I first met him at Camp Taylor, Ky. and we immediately became the best of friends. I bunked with him both at Camp Taylor and Camp Bearugard, was in the same squad with him, he being the squad leader. We were in the 'first squad' account of both of us being such tall men. We were together after we got over to France and I continued to be his bunk-mate until he was wounded.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i>We went over the top the first time on the 3rd or 4th of October and our second time we went over the top on the 5th when he was wounded by a piece of shrapnel which hit him over the left breast which penetrated his body deep enough for one to lay his hand in it. I assisted in carrying him to a place of safety. He was nearly unconscious at the time and the only thing he said was, 'Where's my rifle?' He asked me if I thought he was hit bad, and I told him he was not, that he would be alright as soon as he received 'first aid', but I well knew that he was in a critical condition and possibly could not endure it very long.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i>He was wounded in the attack on the town of Genes and there was a heavy loss of life on both sides. Possibly more Company C men were wounded at Genes than any place I know of. A certain lieutenant, whose name I do not remember, asked for some one to volunteer to go to a certain place, and Francis is the one who volunteered and he had only gone a short distance from the platoon when the shell struck him.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i>Mr. A. C. Gecowets of Defiance was killed near the same spot that Francis was hit, and Gecowets died on the field. This happened about 11 a.m. October 5th. Gecowets was hit by machine gun bullets and they broke both his legs.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i>I can say this for Francis, that he behaved himself like a gentleman, was a brave soldier as you can tell from what I have already stated, that he actually volunteered to do a certain thing which finally resulted in his death.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><i>Pvt. George M. Long"</i></b></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Francis T. Rath</b></span></div></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><span><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></span><p></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-26660180931680364112023-12-21T10:54:00.000-05:002023-12-21T10:54:25.082-05:00World War I Series - Ralph E. Mabrey<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4bAwa0pNlBAEbDmwduVhXWNoQsLCwVSwb9xKTKpypMn6w6GHcNVBueSooobrGVVDcrgzD-EaD7uTN3ih4YuNPZaJ0KoKO1Wv9SAOmlynItnzLvuYqoEmxwhi8T8Lmw6z2LevefrAOycvNYTH3jl_IgGo8U9aOhAnuG1keIfBcHKL23da1t4nWlN5EOBu/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4bAwa0pNlBAEbDmwduVhXWNoQsLCwVSwb9xKTKpypMn6w6GHcNVBueSooobrGVVDcrgzD-EaD7uTN3ih4YuNPZaJ0KoKO1Wv9SAOmlynItnzLvuYqoEmxwhi8T8Lmw6z2LevefrAOycvNYTH3jl_IgGo8U9aOhAnuG1keIfBcHKL23da1t4nWlN5EOBu/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>Ralph E. Mabrey</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyE9ftWtTOUyCeD7F5LH7zPZ4geMaWc2b6cnQ1dYzzQroPkMCXO1406JXVpf90kWBJPIdNmbxHTevOcR1HekRWzMGORODXbyTbFzxxkAbmpd_N6FjtnDzwOU3O2RZ7YM3B1b-5H-9M-tbuP5t2657AZPJXaaUEbhsaEHhGYQ-5obKWvuhKpFQHAwx8t7oQ/s221/Mabrey%20Ralph%20pic_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="221" data-original-width="176" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyE9ftWtTOUyCeD7F5LH7zPZ4geMaWc2b6cnQ1dYzzQroPkMCXO1406JXVpf90kWBJPIdNmbxHTevOcR1HekRWzMGORODXbyTbFzxxkAbmpd_N6FjtnDzwOU3O2RZ7YM3B1b-5H-9M-tbuP5t2657AZPJXaaUEbhsaEHhGYQ-5obKWvuhKpFQHAwx8t7oQ/w319-h400/Mabrey%20Ralph%20pic_edited.jpg" width="319" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><b>Born in Hicksville, Ohio, on April 15, 1892, Ralph Emerson Mabrey was the son of George J. and Ruhamah Hollinger Mabrey. He was the third son, following older brothers, Ray and Charles, and he had a younger brother,Harry.</b></span><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Like so many others, Ralph reported to fill out his draft registration card on June 5, 1917, in Hicksville. He was 25 years old, single and worked as a laborer for the Miller Manufacturing Company in Hicksville. Ralph described himself as of medium height and build with blue eyes and dark brown hair.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>He was first assigned to 13th Co, 4th Bn, 158th Depot Brigade where he stayed until July 17, 1918. Then he was sent overseas in Company L, 336th Infantry until October 5, 1918, when he was moved to Company C, 366th Division until his death.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>One Defiance paper reported that he was first in Camp Sherman for training and then to Camp Mills before sailing for overseas with the 336th. The paper then noted his last assignment in the 360th Division when he was killed in action on November 4, 1918.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>His story is told well in his obituary:</b></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i>"MABREY<br />The remains of Ralph Mabrey arrived at Hicksville from France, Saturday, and were given a military funeral Monday morning by the American Legion.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i>He was one more of our brave lads who made the greatest sacrifice that man can make.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i>Private Ralph Emerson Mabrey, son of G. J. and R. L. Mabrey, was born at Hicksville, O., April 15, 1892, and spent his whole life in this community. He was kind, obliging, and always willing to do his duty, and was a friend to everyone both young and old. He answered his country's call and left Defiance for Camp Sherman, June 24, 1918, where he was assigned to Co. L, 336th Infantry. There he remained until</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i>August 23, 1918, when he was sent to Camp Mills, Long Island, New York.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i>Shortly after, he was sent to France with the 84th Division, arriving there in the early part of September. October 23, 1918. He joined Co. L, 360 Infantry, 90th Division, and from this time, till he made the supreme sacrifice, he was in the thick of the fight.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i>October 23, he was on the Meuse-Argonne front and November 1st and 2d, he was in the drive on what was called the Freyastelling near Dunsen-Meuse, and about two hundred yards to the left of a little French village called Villen-devant-Dun. It was at this place, while advancing up a hill against a raking machine gun fire from the enemy that he met his death on November 2, 1918, being in active service only nine days.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i>He died instantly without saying a word to anyone. Thus he died a true American soldier and died like a man for his country. The next morning, he was buried on the top of this same hill,but was later disinterred and reburied in the Argonne American Cemetery, Romagne, Montfacon, Meuse.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i>Surviving him are his father and mother, two brothers, Ray of Auburn, Harry of Lansing, Michigan, and one sister, Vida, at home. One brother preceded him to the Great Beyond. Funeral services were held from the home on Milford Road, Monday morning by Rev. J. W. Lilly. Interment at Forest Home.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i>CARD OF THANKS. We take this means to express our thanks to our neighbors, friends, the American Legion, the Ladies Auxillary, and all others who helped in any way. Also the donors of the flowers the pastor for his comforting words, and the singers for their beautiful music - Mr. and Mrs. George Mabrey and Children."</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbARQifTpHPqFD2Mn8jlkL9dUGUG9t9c6pk3Mxd4vTW_f4zkfmhI7veT3U_Kgdy0QtK8vjrHDa3RgA7PYa_muxId4eBeJbH5Pq4QNPm-J6FFK431PfMIOd2jffYWbB6ycS_zm9xZtFItZEXTTRC6oD9KdN34-Q1P5wJDdf8mpnYNGrrf_FrmfZk2gXOAlo/s640/Mabrey%20Ralph%20tombstone%20forest%20hill.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbARQifTpHPqFD2Mn8jlkL9dUGUG9t9c6pk3Mxd4vTW_f4zkfmhI7veT3U_Kgdy0QtK8vjrHDa3RgA7PYa_muxId4eBeJbH5Pq4QNPm-J6FFK431PfMIOd2jffYWbB6ycS_zm9xZtFItZEXTTRC6oD9KdN34-Q1P5wJDdf8mpnYNGrrf_FrmfZk2gXOAlo/w480-h640/Mabrey%20Ralph%20tombstone%20forest%20hill.jpg" width="480" /></a></div> Section 1, Lot 246, Forest Home Cemetery, Hicksville, Ohio</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Ralph E. Mabrey</b></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></span><p></p></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-23055391302330797742023-12-18T12:20:00.000-05:002023-12-18T12:20:02.594-05:00World War I Series - Dallas D. Hamilton - Part 2, Remembrances From His Grand-Nephew<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQSGRKzP6w0np7GivIM2jfNGAhYcFSrbDELrf5e6z_zN6DX1NW_gB4fur-eKqiNcnCsdKlyqIX8AD7OBQ0-135BojpxALPsMM3GagOufaRd9xM5Zaf14RkUJ0u0PlCH9q-NzOiuMFpbqbEhVvko0SzZv1EqoMkyZNRsAyyGzNxE-MaKC3V7PNdIcsC5Iw/s992/Hamilton%20Dallas%20pic.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="742" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQSGRKzP6w0np7GivIM2jfNGAhYcFSrbDELrf5e6z_zN6DX1NW_gB4fur-eKqiNcnCsdKlyqIX8AD7OBQ0-135BojpxALPsMM3GagOufaRd9xM5Zaf14RkUJ0u0PlCH9q-NzOiuMFpbqbEhVvko0SzZv1EqoMkyZNRsAyyGzNxE-MaKC3V7PNdIcsC5Iw/w299-h400/Hamilton%20Dallas%20pic.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">We happily received correspondence from Jim Hamilton, a relative of Dallas D. Hamilton. Jim recounts:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>"This is my granduncle. We have a framed tribute in our home to him. He was originally buried in France, exhumed, then returned to Defiance. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>I have so many letters between Dallas and his sister, Edna, who was a school teacher in the Fourth Ward School.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>He had eight siblings. His brother, Edward started the Hamilton Dairy. His brother, John, was also a soldier in World War I, but returned safely to Defiance.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRK828skZc1NhfSdwNtrCmfGP14_bJ0E6Qb21Wq17ZBTHhjetCLiC_SGXobHhQR4HOhdIsGLqn1Qb7_qbZCDlNvg1kMIXJaORHxEtM7jDJnnQxfjYDH3uPVSP_WCrrASllxdlOrw_OnqmwlMvRBOxOmOwXr1X_sZSIKnsA5fWwMFhVfpFvi-fpmSJfiDm5/s960/Hamiton%20Dallas%20memorial%20tribute.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="726" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRK828skZc1NhfSdwNtrCmfGP14_bJ0E6Qb21Wq17ZBTHhjetCLiC_SGXobHhQR4HOhdIsGLqn1Qb7_qbZCDlNvg1kMIXJaORHxEtM7jDJnnQxfjYDH3uPVSP_WCrrASllxdlOrw_OnqmwlMvRBOxOmOwXr1X_sZSIKnsA5fWwMFhVfpFvi-fpmSJfiDm5/w484-h640/Hamiton%20Dallas%20memorial%20tribute.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><i> Memorial Tribute for Dallas Hamilton</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>By the way, his mother's blood line goes to the pilgrims from the Winthrop Fleet/ Massachusetts Bay Colony. Relatives for him included John Hancock and John Greenleaf Whittier. A very rich heritage, indeed."<br /><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVCXd5OTfDisz0GGQwNEzR6NOR-vE8YpGQdvXpzNydNsp8Qqqre6tZV3tFf64Zy6qKI_Tx92sM2qyaDxY0lDFk5RdbdNM94_hjYYPVX03k1QP6s1NRbp5571hgUyodeIFJIt52VTTDRsY4pyfMQ249u1YidG1x_x-yWCsdUA3VLKUSVB08n65XA071Nias/s373/Hamilton%20Dallas%20mother%20stained%20glass%20window.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="280" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVCXd5OTfDisz0GGQwNEzR6NOR-vE8YpGQdvXpzNydNsp8Qqqre6tZV3tFf64Zy6qKI_Tx92sM2qyaDxY0lDFk5RdbdNM94_hjYYPVX03k1QP6s1NRbp5571hgUyodeIFJIt52VTTDRsY4pyfMQ249u1YidG1x_x-yWCsdUA3VLKUSVB08n65XA071Nias/w300-h400/Hamilton%20Dallas%20mother%20stained%20glass%20window.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Dallas' sister,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Edna, commissioned one of the stained glass windows in what would have been the Brethren Church in Defiance in memory of Aerodyne Hamilton.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Aerodyne was the mother of Edna and Dallas. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Jim has been in this church and was moved, just thinking about his earliest family worshipping there.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Jim goes on to say: </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>"He (Dallas) and his sister, Edna, were very close. They co-owned a house on Hopkins Street. My first five years of life were spent in this house. I also believe Ralph and Karen Hahn lived in that house. Karen is my cousin.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Edna was very shaken by her brother's death. She was instrumental in his body being returned to Defiance. She became mentally unstable after this occurred. So bad thet she was admitted to the Toledo Mental Hospital. I have letters she wrote to her dad and mom, stating her struggles.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>His mother died a couple years after this occurred. She was a woman of great faith. That was translated into Dallas as well as Edna.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>I have written about a thousand-page documentation of our family history. It's in three separate volumes. I inherited all of the Hamilton family history. Edna had a signifiant amount of information. My aunt Eleanor got me hooked on genealogy. She did outstanding research. I still use some of her information. There were times when I developed this I actually wept; it was so moving."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3586lHDTFX8ZZlm-qSO-uv7n6FvZJflem0MwZrIuh2AcV9UtspAF-tUoJ07eWehGq1SNQT5dd3yAp-VAm7zGdOM7cu4lZmLk_JFvBy_9zAzSNn0HW2KEVWdcqUjncUcD6kQiy7BeyS6EahMhJrsg8lZ_Jl22rQIKVvDBvB508-COlJSUiGbdtyNkxEn0z/s387/Hamilton%20Jim%20book.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="280" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3586lHDTFX8ZZlm-qSO-uv7n6FvZJflem0MwZrIuh2AcV9UtspAF-tUoJ07eWehGq1SNQT5dd3yAp-VAm7zGdOM7cu4lZmLk_JFvBy_9zAzSNn0HW2KEVWdcqUjncUcD6kQiy7BeyS6EahMhJrsg8lZ_Jl22rQIKVvDBvB508-COlJSUiGbdtyNkxEn0z/w290-h400/Hamilton%20Jim%20book.jpg" width="290" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">This is a picture of the cover of one volume written by Jim Hamilton of about 500 pages. He said it was "the good, the bad, the ugly of the Hamilton family."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>To update on other members of the family, Jim added that there was a connection to Flint, Michigan. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>"My grandfather, Edward, another cousin, Grover English, and Dallas' brother, John F. Hamilton III also moved to Flint. John was a welder, a trade he learned at American Steel Package Co. in Defiance. John, Grover and Dallas went to war...Edward returned to Defiance to start the Hamilton Dairy."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Jim sent photos of interest to Dallas' life and death, shown below.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvmZfzQP1TPXPM_f8qVJMCykZgqUzHtssGBlb0p65Q1lgt5gP1k1BvuNmHOzIPPg52sbjPJNc2Oc789bOD4yHR4PffxYCLQrAR4_zv-5IWxou3D7fa5gU7MgKNZBX3nCGcBBdl1AG-wIxZtNxwC7wiXG1R_tL5C4r_FQ6h4ut2j7hWGt8laETN8IPSgLi/s382/Hamilton%20D%20cross%20jh.jpg" style="clear: left; 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Smart<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpuBLAtvqK6S2fCBnHIvvYVDBIpHjhtNOu6VRxflAydw2oJexJYjbmfu1kYAe0mJwkq9WpkvyoLr6E-bQd4dSEkIqiqkw5kmiyof4fhKeES7_BCViYIMnbxiT5JsFhqTaVojBJCcGa2zBDfIigMds4_wgNtW7H757VnOaI5Feavc2dFoTuhoMBf6EhhWU/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpuBLAtvqK6S2fCBnHIvvYVDBIpHjhtNOu6VRxflAydw2oJexJYjbmfu1kYAe0mJwkq9WpkvyoLr6E-bQd4dSEkIqiqkw5kmiyof4fhKeES7_BCViYIMnbxiT5JsFhqTaVojBJCcGa2zBDfIigMds4_wgNtW7H757VnOaI5Feavc2dFoTuhoMBf6EhhWU/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>Edward C. Smart</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegJPUokVA868HRAL0xWVPfyIyh7k8qPo-bAmFMGAounVWkENPFtNqQQPjMAaWPeAsm925CaKNY-O4px6gqnBBFlcnfr0POGXNSj-9HlGIZZRWihxY-35yATioic6U23JDxv75OTofcUhrBcEqseE1EPtUiUyVJh8vUXg5yzm62pKkrqffZzI4aLlz6Ei6/s1206/The_Fort_Wayne_Sentinel_1918_06_08_Page_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1206" data-original-width="1048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegJPUokVA868HRAL0xWVPfyIyh7k8qPo-bAmFMGAounVWkENPFtNqQQPjMAaWPeAsm925CaKNY-O4px6gqnBBFlcnfr0POGXNSj-9HlGIZZRWihxY-35yATioic6U23JDxv75OTofcUhrBcEqseE1EPtUiUyVJh8vUXg5yzm62pKkrqffZzI4aLlz6Ei6/w556-h640/The_Fort_Wayne_Sentinel_1918_06_08_Page_2.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><i>Fort Wayne News-Sentinel, June 8, 1918, p. 2</i><br /><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Eddie Smart was the son of John and Luella Lytle Smart and just a boy of three when enumerated in the 1900 Federal Census of Marion Township, Marion, Ohio. Born in October, 1896, Eddie was their only child. His father died in 1904, and ,by the taking of the 1910 census, Eddie was enumerated with his mother and his new stepfather, Chauncy Delong, and two new siblings, Lelah, 3, and Elizabeth, 2, in Scipio Township, Allen County, Indiana. They eventually lived in Hicksville, Ohio, just across the state line.</b></div></span></div><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>At 17 years, 5 months old, Edward enlisted in the local National Guard on February 5, 1914. He served in Company E, 2nd Infantry with his Hicksville National Guard until August 22, 1917. He went quickly up the ranks, and made sergeant by August 21, 1917.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKTAciYzhHXBz3CE53Enu9EuCQ8858u2-lZXmnXV9eawt33OBrJdz01lXiQoLWvW9uY1ieAa9s8tkCIzPfguPV3HJ8pwe_VhjND81Yv40CKvPogPc9928HbS9w-cXsdvWh_rQ5n-p1wbpzBRuamwerZqqg2uQu7a08WBEmQlc3JaLFabSrSA91LHdDze8/s508/Smart%20ED%20Hixonian%201918_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="508" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKTAciYzhHXBz3CE53Enu9EuCQ8858u2-lZXmnXV9eawt33OBrJdz01lXiQoLWvW9uY1ieAa9s8tkCIzPfguPV3HJ8pwe_VhjND81Yv40CKvPogPc9928HbS9w-cXsdvWh_rQ5n-p1wbpzBRuamwerZqqg2uQu7a08WBEmQlc3JaLFabSrSA91LHdDze8/w640-h466/Smart%20ED%20Hixonian%201918_edited.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Photo provided by Dianne Grimm</b></div></span><p></p><p><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">On September 30,1917, he was given an Honorable Discharge and commissioned into the AEF and sent overseas to participate in the Meuse-Argonne campaign. He wrote back to his family, and he was known for his descriptive letters. There he attended Officers' Training School and was made Second Lieutenant.</b></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>The <i>Hicksville Tribune </i>noted on Oct. 3, 1918:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>"I had a letter from Edward Smart a few days ago. He is well and doing fine and is bound to make good and get his commission. The platoon sure hated to see him leave us although they all joined in wishing him the best luck in his new work."</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i>In January 1919, the Tribune noted that no one had heard from or about Edward Smart. It was worrisome, as the last letter received from him was October 8, 1918. Months... Then word arrived that Edward C. Smart had been killed in action on October 15, 1918, while leading his company in France. The chaplain of the command had informed his family.</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLh1Jv5jwvxlpvH36kImsl9WyNkJsU0p51K3SwWcco1v93tvEggfLybFFkwpnfJKS3QCIa6B0cBbWbipQrqBxtLChMbptnDrjykTCg3rZ387tDZCL8tEtiMFOADG7WHVqh1R6nyA0mU1efyCVKLRS39Ip6PvFAnnxHqJ918EkJAKnVe-2alEwtRGliYVwb/s653/Smart%20Edward%20C%20tombstone%20Scipio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="490" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLh1Jv5jwvxlpvH36kImsl9WyNkJsU0p51K3SwWcco1v93tvEggfLybFFkwpnfJKS3QCIa6B0cBbWbipQrqBxtLChMbptnDrjykTCg3rZ387tDZCL8tEtiMFOADG7WHVqh1R6nyA0mU1efyCVKLRS39Ip6PvFAnnxHqJ918EkJAKnVe-2alEwtRGliYVwb/w480-h640/Smart%20Edward%20C%20tombstone%20Scipio.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Scipio Cemetery, Allen County, Indiana - not far from Hicksville, Ohio</span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Edward's friend, Ralph Schumaker, wrote to the newspaper in Hicksville, giving information on his friend's decease. What a gift that must have been to his family. From a part of the letter printed in the Hicksville Tribune, April 3, 1919:</b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>"RALPH SHUMAKER WRITES IN MEMORIAM</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>GLOWING TRIBUTE IN HONOR OF HIS COURAGE, LIEUTENANT EDWARD C. SMART</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">... <span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>It was my good fortune to have known Lt. Smart ever since May, 1915, when he, as a Corporal of Company E, 2nd Infantry of Hicksville, became my military instructor. He proved a good instructor as many present members of the company can testify. He had earned a Sergeantcy by June 19, 1916, when we were called into the service of the United States for Mexican border patrol. He remained with the company till the end of his enlistment on February 4, 1917, when he was furloughed to the National Guard Reserve.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>As First Sergeant of the company, he made a friend of every member of the company, and we one and all missed him even if it were for only a little afterwards that the company remained on the border.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>July 15, 1917, when the active members of the old company were called to the service of the United States for participation in the great world war, he was eager to volunteer again, but as a Reservist, he could do nothing until the Reserves were called.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>August 15, 1917, he, with the Reserves, were called and he reported for duty with the company that he had always labored so hard for. As an old member of the company, his knowledge of military instruction proved almost indispensable in the training of the many new men that the company had acquired through the influence of such soldiers as he had always been.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>On August 14, 1917, he, with fifteen other members of the company, of which I was one, was transferred to Company E,4th Ohio Infantry at Camp Perry, O.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>August 23, 1917, he was again transferred to Headquarters Company, 4th Ohio, now 166th Infantry. I was one of the eight Hicksville boys that were transferred with him. He was made Sergeant of the Signal Platoon and continue till his being detailed to Officers' Training School.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68HjppGqRY_AjkeJ1c-KPwD3n5VxQxIZlnL1CwCzyqY9w3H0mbqqgSJ34f3lrHVOpMKjGBf3-l0VT55ZpaBgmtgGH8LeDwat0y3hk5mOD2BXdRUXSuDbQchaAHFBccRSlhZkySnulrA-Ymd-ZMNEB849DFKX43ZVhFKpZGmZoZWIJl4bgzO4WsFzbFph8/s400/Smart%20Edward%20Ohio%204th%20inf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68HjppGqRY_AjkeJ1c-KPwD3n5VxQxIZlnL1CwCzyqY9w3H0mbqqgSJ34f3lrHVOpMKjGBf3-l0VT55ZpaBgmtgGH8LeDwat0y3hk5mOD2BXdRUXSuDbQchaAHFBccRSlhZkySnulrA-Ymd-ZMNEB849DFKX43ZVhFKpZGmZoZWIJl4bgzO4WsFzbFph8/w640-h480/Smart%20Edward%20Ohio%204th%20inf.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ohio 4th Infantry 1917</div><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>October 18, 1917, he, with his regiment left the Land of Liberty to do battle with the Hun who had outraged humanity and civilization. He arrived in France Nov. 1, 1917. After a period of training in which he played no small part, we entered the trenches in the Lorraine sector on Washington's birthday, 1918, and remained there for almost 4 months. He participated in the Champagne defensive of July 4 - 20, having charge of the platoon since June 14th. By forced marches, we were taken to the Chateau Thierry sector which we entered on July 23rd.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>After pushing the Hun for 22 kilometers, we were allowed to drop back into the Reserve where he left us on or about August 12 for Officers' Training School near Langres. This closes the history with the company that he had served so faithfully...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>By frequent letters, we learned that he was successful at school, being commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant and assigned to the 7th Infantry of the 3rd Division.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>In the Argonne-Meuse offensive, there were many hard places to be taken. He, with his platoon, were ordered to make the attempt and in the fulfillment of that task, he was mortally wounded while at the head of his command. Although he was fast sinking away, he urged his command onward, and by his inspiration, he gave them the courage to rout the Hun from his nest. After the stronghold of the Hunt had been taken, he allowed himself to be taken to a 1st Aid Station where he was treated without success.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>After death had claimed him for his own, his remains were given a hero's burial by the men of his platoon, and at Cunel, France, he awaits the judgement day and a home eternal..."<br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXq9Hx5DWYTlyj9AiNRph2q3daZ0Ue-aKHvIsg6jXlXDfnPtU6Z6Mw-l19uOFWw5rFoQoLSK-7HLr0K0xeKGb_pImZACm0RDzHkc3u7pZ5OVXJUYVHortyEEaUjZvJaqDfq0qx9Y7o1UVhM2e_Rxa44jIWKnJUbb_mVrVd1PLX6gmFPfacxPUE-IipfAj/s611/Smart%20Edward%20ship%20Crook.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="611" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXq9Hx5DWYTlyj9AiNRph2q3daZ0Ue-aKHvIsg6jXlXDfnPtU6Z6Mw-l19uOFWw5rFoQoLSK-7HLr0K0xeKGb_pImZACm0RDzHkc3u7pZ5OVXJUYVHortyEEaUjZvJaqDfq0qx9Y7o1UVhM2e_Rxa44jIWKnJUbb_mVrVd1PLX6gmFPfacxPUE-IipfAj/w640-h428/Smart%20Edward%20ship%20Crook.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">U.S. Army Transport Steamer, The Crook</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>But it's not quite the end of the story. Lt. Edward Smart's body wa disinterred on August 17, 1921, and shipped from Antwerp, Belgium on the ship, Crook, leaving on December 28, 1921. The body was shipped, addressed to the Hicksville undertaker, J. M. Hoack, arriving at Hoboken, New Jersey, on January 14, 1922. It arrived in Hicksville on January 28, 1922, and a funeral service was held on February 1st.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>"Lieut. Edward C. Smart, whose funeral was held Sunday under direction of the American Legion Post which bears his name, was a Hicksville High School boy when he enlisted in company E.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>The funeral service at Huber Opera House was the most largely attended of any ever held in Hicksville.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>Rev. G. W. Whyman of Bryan delivered the funeral oration and W. L. Manahan read the obituary. Prayer was offered by Rev. W. H. Bransford and the music was furnished by the Legion Band. Harmonic quartet, a duet by Mrs. Daisy Tuttle and Mrs. Jeff Hoff and a piano solo by A. W. Roper.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>Lieut. Smart's remains were borne to Scipio Cemetery where they were placed beside his father who died several years ago."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Edward C. Smart</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-51353088947717050442023-12-11T11:28:00.003-05:002023-12-11T11:28:41.981-05:00World War I Series - Sergeant Fred McFeters, KIA<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboatMQIMgEvV6CJJSMkUmFXaZ8kvG0Xy6TIARv5HK-DkJ5UNCUOoFR9DSabRfUKA9DD3nEjrzOHxvmkQkpUkf7l99ibM7fOlWTD7kJpODEGwmL_dTcqmUW9g01WG9sAzPDxa7U7sBErZ8KTG_lARB7H1wQ7lkFbTfEqGOMQcRmvXprCJCX_-z6VSX2Z_s/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboatMQIMgEvV6CJJSMkUmFXaZ8kvG0Xy6TIARv5HK-DkJ5UNCUOoFR9DSabRfUKA9DD3nEjrzOHxvmkQkpUkf7l99ibM7fOlWTD7kJpODEGwmL_dTcqmUW9g01WG9sAzPDxa7U7sBErZ8KTG_lARB7H1wQ7lkFbTfEqGOMQcRmvXprCJCX_-z6VSX2Z_s/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>Fred McFeters</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IKGmDMi_OWnKZSkN7zEP6b5NTJIT1rt6_B1FL6QYi6P3Osb_BkrW0FqyDQXk8IkkoK5Rvr7MbfzvaD0Mh2NGRPdVulTOxguxbBx4dnwriRMQpvT4YYh-Te2MWb2oIb_deSg-en21hO3tvONzN9BCc8TfYWTv1uyq0Is6toocax_tZZXomsvz64-iN3dr/s288/McFeeters%20Fred%20photo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="230" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IKGmDMi_OWnKZSkN7zEP6b5NTJIT1rt6_B1FL6QYi6P3Osb_BkrW0FqyDQXk8IkkoK5Rvr7MbfzvaD0Mh2NGRPdVulTOxguxbBx4dnwriRMQpvT4YYh-Te2MWb2oIb_deSg-en21hO3tvONzN9BCc8TfYWTv1uyq0Is6toocax_tZZXomsvz64-iN3dr/w319-h400/McFeeters%20Fred%20photo.jpg" width="319" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Freddie, as he was called, was born in Washington Township on August 18, 1895, to George and Christina McFeters. According to the 1900 Federal Census, the family lived then in Paulding County, the parents with sons, Fred J. and Carl Ward. By 1910, the family lived on Jackson Street in Ney, now with two daughters, Helen and Margaret. A third daughter, Annie, died as an infant in 1905. At this time, Fred was 14 and working outside the home as a farm laborer for a local farmer.</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>On June 19, 1916, at the age of 20, Fred enlisted in the army and became a private in Company G of the 6th Infantry of the Ohio National Guard. He was involved in U. S. Army activity along the Mexico-Texas border in 1916-1917. When the 6th Ohio National Guard returned from that assignment, they were transferred to the 147th Infantry, 37th Division, later to be called the "Rainbow Division." A promotion to Corporal followed on April 15, 1917.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>In late December of 1917, he took a furlough home to get married to Miss Nellie Young of Defiance on December 31. Theresa Rosella McFeters was born from this marriage.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>After returning to his company, Fred was promoted to sergeant. On June 22, 1918, he and several men from the area departed from Newport News, Virginia on the troop transport, "Pocahontas," for France. Once there, he joined his unit in the Argonne Forest region.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnuxId4J73dvGi5wekXTyIcf-EUr3TQyyTid8CJiTvNHQPemkUbwBT9AnbA2sp9od8IvYbyfOQCt6nNta9tlzxtFOdmgX9J-6rVnJ6jcdFedGK1H4eoaf7rs9KGZ2ip-jjHQdMXTe-8k7yfUnFO0ROsBLeF3YEssd2-q6cZI04VG8p5ut14rt9PM-WzCU/s300/Rainbow%20patch.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="300" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnuxId4J73dvGi5wekXTyIcf-EUr3TQyyTid8CJiTvNHQPemkUbwBT9AnbA2sp9od8IvYbyfOQCt6nNta9tlzxtFOdmgX9J-6rVnJ6jcdFedGK1H4eoaf7rs9KGZ2ip-jjHQdMXTe-8k7yfUnFO0ROsBLeF3YEssd2-q6cZI04VG8p5ut14rt9PM-WzCU/s1600/Rainbow%20patch.png" width="300" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /><b>Company G was engaged with the Germans near the town of Cierges in late September near the Argonne Forest. It was there Fred McFeters was killed in action on September 28, 1918. </b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>He was originally buried in a cemetery in Cierges-Meuse. In June, 1919, his body was reburied in the Argonne American Cemetery in Romagne-sous-Montfaucon.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>His commander sent a heartfelt letter to Fred's wife, and it was printed in the <i>Sherwood Chronicle</i> on December 27, 1918, page 5:</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>"Captain McKay Pays Beautiful Tribute to Sgt. Fred McFeters</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3; font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><b>Somewhere in France, November 20, 1918</b></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Mrs. Fred McFeters, Ney, Ohio</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>My Dear Mrs. McFeters- was just informed this morning of Fred's death while leading his section on the Verdun front sometime in October. It was an awful shock to me, for he was one of my best men.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>I have been away from the company since September 1st, and owing to our strict censorship, did not receive any notice of casualties until this a.m.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Fred has been with me since June, 1916, and was always ready and willing to perform the task allotted him cheerfully and willingly.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Was one of my best boys, a credit to his country, our flag and himself. I realize your irreparable loss in this, your sacred offering to the cause we all feel is right and just. And hope that it may be some condolence to you and his parents to know that your husband and their son fulfilled with that splendid spirit and determination so characteristic of the American soldier, his great part in this terrible drama. His memory will never be forgotten by his comrades.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Kindly accept my dearest condolences and kindly convey the same to the bereaved parents.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Yours for deepest sympathy,</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Albert B. DeKay</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><b>Captain U.S. Infantry, American E.F., France"</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>In 1921, his body was disinterred and and sent home by request of the family. He was put to rest with many of his family in the Moats Cemetery, north of Sherwood, Ohio.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxvzGFc4kgGohqSi1_R7pIihgEBTu5mvHsrvRu20WeS2rGR0IMg0cu97japDNgLC_KFVY1gjlohKXIuUXs21nPsGKexe4NLiciB0XuIjfANnSPqUdHyzPqBTf-xFwT8B_2vvEqSsGdjSuh5uDJRdVJg9rYmXg60PhjWyeuB0WNKsNqFJVKkJ7AQEPsWp8/s2775/MCfeeters%20tombstone%20Fred.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2775" data-original-width="1677" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxvzGFc4kgGohqSi1_R7pIihgEBTu5mvHsrvRu20WeS2rGR0IMg0cu97japDNgLC_KFVY1gjlohKXIuUXs21nPsGKexe4NLiciB0XuIjfANnSPqUdHyzPqBTf-xFwT8B_2vvEqSsGdjSuh5uDJRdVJg9rYmXg60PhjWyeuB0WNKsNqFJVKkJ7AQEPsWp8/w386-h640/MCfeeters%20tombstone%20Fred.jpg" width="386" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /><b>The <i>Defiance Crescent</i> reported on December 7, 1918 on the front page:</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><b>"At the M.E. church at Ney Sunday afternoon, very appropriate memorial services were held for Sergeant Fred McFeters, who went west at the fighting in Belleau Wood (Argonne Forest) in France, October 1, (*September 28). Fred was a Washington township boy and saw service on the Mexican border in 1916-1917, while in the machine gun company of the old Sixth Ohio. </b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><b>At Camp Sheridan, Ala., he was transferred to the new famous Rainbow division, which did such effective work. While at home on furlough, he was married Jan. 1 (*December 31, 1917) to Miss Nellie Young of Defiance. His mother lives near Ney, where he has numerous relatives in that vicinity."</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>The <i>Sherwood Chronicle</i> also noted on September 23, 1921 on page 1:</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><b>"A number from Sherwood attended the funeral of Sgt. Fred McFeters who was killed overseas, at Moats M.E. church Sunday morning, Rev. Morris, officiating, assisted by Rev. Dentel.</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><b>The body had arrived on Friday at the home of his mother, Mrs. Lee Poast on the LaVergne farm. The funeral, it is claimed was the largest ever held in this church. Interment was made in Moats cemetery."</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">In Memoriam</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: x-large;">Fred McFeters</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Guest Author - Dan Hasch</span></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-6648613071566997552023-12-07T12:58:00.002-05:002023-12-07T12:58:38.334-05:00World War I Series - Dallas D. Hamilton<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3p2uMA7H4ATl3QJ-lW7fqQ-L7OrW4exHKpv6p-_jlmwPbfC3UiIJHs4rQ0gt2hb6b_FFqARJUDYKFxWX2QI_bsF1x_tnhpEW7Z9F8V2nVCU2TCA5SrYn2a8KtyHsbHqnHDuIaSp5NrDSjrHBnB5pO5ZG6EHBdK2UcJkCOT2fDhsakynl5cjMRGeJs11O7/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3p2uMA7H4ATl3QJ-lW7fqQ-L7OrW4exHKpv6p-_jlmwPbfC3UiIJHs4rQ0gt2hb6b_FFqARJUDYKFxWX2QI_bsF1x_tnhpEW7Z9F8V2nVCU2TCA5SrYn2a8KtyHsbHqnHDuIaSp5NrDSjrHBnB5pO5ZG6EHBdK2UcJkCOT2fDhsakynl5cjMRGeJs11O7/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>DALLAS D. HAMILTON</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jUVXb8oOPYACBG8-evxHGa62X7fYVGBcENquI6o_CwnFxEF4cQTpWOjN1bI4vJcTzW9sUZAaRKtwAo9OWD3nHSODZIyZtUBAfEmPq4CRBlm_SElFL3781DJq0G-YZG0-vQs6iYPpboRp-nBRyUC2lCSBvz80RM2Ob8v14fqhdeV-dgOy42uNrCnKjXNO/s992/Hamilton%20Dallas%20pic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="742" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jUVXb8oOPYACBG8-evxHGa62X7fYVGBcENquI6o_CwnFxEF4cQTpWOjN1bI4vJcTzW9sUZAaRKtwAo9OWD3nHSODZIyZtUBAfEmPq4CRBlm_SElFL3781DJq0G-YZG0-vQs6iYPpboRp-nBRyUC2lCSBvz80RM2Ob8v14fqhdeV-dgOy42uNrCnKjXNO/w478-h640/Hamilton%20Dallas%20pic.jpg" width="478" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">John Franklin Hamilton, Sr. and wife, Aerobyne (Keezer) Hamilton welcomed their eighth child, Dallas Delore Hamilton on 17 August 1890 in Defiance, Ohio. Dallas was the fourth son to be born to the large Hamilton clan of nine children. The family lived in the 4th Ward of the city of Defiance from the 1870s until both parents died in the 1920s.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Dallas took a job in 1913 with the B&O Railroad and moved to Garrett, Indiana. By June, 1917, he and older brother, Edward, were living in Flint, Michigan. Dallas was an acetylene welder with the Buick Motor Company.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Dallas registered for the draft as required. He was called to serve and placed in Company F of the 338th, assigned to the 169th Infantry Brigade of the 85th Infantry Division, also known as the "Custer Division, named after the cavalry commander, George Armstrong Custer.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">The regiment was formed 5 August 1917 at Camp Custer, Michigan. In this regiment, there were 3,755 officers and enlisted men. On 22 July 1918, Corporal Dallas D. Hamilton left New York City on the "Carmania," heading for France. The Doughboys of the regiment deployed to France as part of the American Expeditionary Forces and were billeted in the cities of Nevers and Cosne. The regiment didn't participate in any named campaigns during the war. Its infantrymen were used as individual replacements to the fighting divisions.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>In a letter home to his sister, dated 12 November 1918 (one day after the Armistice was signed in Europe), Dallas expressed his relief at being spared. He wrote of his hopes to be home by Spring, 1919, and longed for news of the family. Ten days after Dallas penned this letter, he was was listed as missing in action. His letter arrived in Defiance and was published in the <i>Crescent-News </i>on 2 December 1918.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i>"Dallas Hamilton of East Defiance, who is in the service in France, and who was reported 'missing' has written the following letter to his sister. The letter is dated November 12th which is since the day he was among the missing.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i>'France, November 12th, 1918</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i>Dear Sister and All,</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i>Things have made quite a change in this country lately. From war to peace certainly cheered people up. I'll bet they celebrated in the States Would like to have been there to help.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i>It came in time to make a very pleasant Thanksgiving for some and of course the loss for others will make it very much different. I consider myself lucky to getting thru alive and if God permits will be home by spring.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i>Did you notice the peace came on the eleventh hour, the eleventh day, eleventh month? I think that by the time I write again, I will be able to tell a little more and tell you almost where I am located. Mail service should be better now since the boats can make the trip across in six days instead of twelve or thirteen. There is one thing that I am anxious to know and that is to hear about you people for it seems as tho my mail fails me. Am transferred around so much, it makes it impossible to get it, but from now on, I think I will be pretty much settled.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i><br />Hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving dinner.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i>Love to All,</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i>Your Brother'"</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><i><br /></i></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HWOF9uUpUnJiW0hkR61MSmQPtogALWzc6-oK9RQCbM8OAIv8JDOsWx7sgWTLwlp6VLlbg2arvQdht1oR5mCV0gI3dUc78pghwmw_f6_gkpzXdM3btIHT31un0x4NPnJrkbuj8tAO8Fsy2yIoixcR88QZzKZofmp3JJNcz68TTZo2mZBqpkFqBsdGlu1L/s359/Hamilton%20Dallas%20missing%20person.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="268" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HWOF9uUpUnJiW0hkR61MSmQPtogALWzc6-oK9RQCbM8OAIv8JDOsWx7sgWTLwlp6VLlbg2arvQdht1oR5mCV0gI3dUc78pghwmw_f6_gkpzXdM3btIHT31un0x4NPnJrkbuj8tAO8Fsy2yIoixcR88QZzKZofmp3JJNcz68TTZo2mZBqpkFqBsdGlu1L/w478-h640/Hamilton%20Dallas%20missing%20person.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><br /><b>In the 11 January 1919 issue, the <i>Sandusky Register </i>listed Dallas as being wounded, previously reported MIA. Then on 17 January 1919, Dallas was listed as dying from his wounds. Actually, Dallas had succumbed to his wounds on 8 December 1918 near Bourgoyne, France.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Communication was sometimes slow to get back to the U.S.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRMUkIEkThYcr9Om-gq5amYmpB42QWhR4lGXYhmZj8LvTUE0gHmK753tGqun-Xyw1FCAtzoU80EUYr3dEWdj_E_iN2XKSQqwdRSKdcWQZYR477_k6fsS5fztZAXa_NcM3MU7IJlrIHjBkOMquUyn7Eqgw8fSVi0Xn7pIYucvhQSy2LmlbuyUjkGL9hZX8/s270/Hamilton%20Dallas%20body%20home.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="270" height="481" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRMUkIEkThYcr9Om-gq5amYmpB42QWhR4lGXYhmZj8LvTUE0gHmK753tGqun-Xyw1FCAtzoU80EUYr3dEWdj_E_iN2XKSQqwdRSKdcWQZYR477_k6fsS5fztZAXa_NcM3MU7IJlrIHjBkOMquUyn7Eqgw8fSVi0Xn7pIYucvhQSy2LmlbuyUjkGL9hZX8/w640-h481/Hamilton%20Dallas%20body%20home.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Hamilton family had suffered another tragic loss. John and Aerobyne had already lost four children before they received news of Dallas' death in 1918. To make matters even more difficult, they had to wait over two years to finally lay their son to rest in Defiance. His remains arrived at Hoboken, NJ aboard the "Wheaton" on 15 December 1920. His body was interred at Riverside Cemetery in Defiance on 13 January 1921.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimd2afdKrKfQT3tDtVnCnOdbzK0dNO_3Hl6u2Bkh8v0vBtmP4PYemtanBkbdp52jecirDf-HtLAE4pbkQc2rKQoNJ7BlnRJ_AIlrYxLCyE3E2jlvYcGNCCeQYufD25cZTDveDjz2yidezvpYTlvjBAgEEsBu8AiX_nVhY3-qnPcTnIWDDUIOYTnbMH5wRG/s4032/Hamilton%20Dallas%20tombstone%20Riverside.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimd2afdKrKfQT3tDtVnCnOdbzK0dNO_3Hl6u2Bkh8v0vBtmP4PYemtanBkbdp52jecirDf-HtLAE4pbkQc2rKQoNJ7BlnRJ_AIlrYxLCyE3E2jlvYcGNCCeQYufD25cZTDveDjz2yidezvpYTlvjBAgEEsBu8AiX_nVhY3-qnPcTnIWDDUIOYTnbMH5wRG/w480-h640/Hamilton%20Dallas%20tombstone%20Riverside.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /></div></span><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b><i>In Memoriam</i></b></span></div><p></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b><i>Dallas Delore Hamilton</i></b></span></p><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Guest Blogger - Rhonda Casler</span></p></blockquote><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></span></div><p></p></blockquote><p> </p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-64880519323064512632023-12-04T13:20:00.001-05:002023-12-04T13:20:36.719-05:00World War I Series - Tracy J. Clark<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYrFfN7iNhJxzMhQ7Ec8S7xDRII_ZhyI4CmbkC9_HDJrN_aJ25zK04fSnUJxDIm_WqyWPN1Psz99N9yP2VqZt2_DNNyDb4S2gRzJ8s3wfUrk5JVa2GnAiu2kRFVT9fdmDfXSktB47ZKKIWKrlpVkFJvMiFWaewtHoMOBAdOASg0YyS0smPCkesbggS48S/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYrFfN7iNhJxzMhQ7Ec8S7xDRII_ZhyI4CmbkC9_HDJrN_aJ25zK04fSnUJxDIm_WqyWPN1Psz99N9yP2VqZt2_DNNyDb4S2gRzJ8s3wfUrk5JVa2GnAiu2kRFVT9fdmDfXSktB47ZKKIWKrlpVkFJvMiFWaewtHoMOBAdOASg0YyS0smPCkesbggS48S/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>Tracy J. Clark</b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Tracy James Clark was born January 22, 1893, near Prattville, Hillsdale County, Michigan to Finn F. and Rilla A. Clark. On the 1900 census of Hillsdale County, Tracy was listed as a seven year old, along with his parents and a brother, Archie L., aged 10, and sister, Eva N, aged 2.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Just half way through his 24th year, while living near Hicksville, Ohio, Tracy enlisted in May, 1917, as a part of the Ohio National Guard. His first training for the Army was at Camp Sheridan, Alabama, where he was assigned to Company E. and later, Company F of the 145th Infantry. Tracy left for France with fellow Hicksville soldier, Ellis Dull, on June 15, 1918, from Hoboken, NJ on the ship, "Leviathan."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Tracy quickly advanced to corporal, and then on October 18, 1918, to the rank of sergeant. His final service in the American Expeditionary Force came at Ypres-Lys, Meuse Argonne from June 1918 to November 4 when he was killed in action.</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaoY1HXP9L_S88zLKCHfB9B5OoXiSTXS5EXk752dXocJu9xzpVgNF3QUT6npZThjYQUk2hY-UfnxGjrnzJRbfvY15MBKDC6G8yKfGHajVPMFrMAh-mS4poS2bNTA3YLyURhorT_AkFNACxuW4dmMbzbKNRpOcABua75ed_yNhfhVhwwAMBHewdjDNSu0g/s1100/Clark%20Tracy%20Ypres-Lys.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="1100" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaoY1HXP9L_S88zLKCHfB9B5OoXiSTXS5EXk752dXocJu9xzpVgNF3QUT6npZThjYQUk2hY-UfnxGjrnzJRbfvY15MBKDC6G8yKfGHajVPMFrMAh-mS4poS2bNTA3YLyURhorT_AkFNACxuW4dmMbzbKNRpOcABua75ed_yNhfhVhwwAMBHewdjDNSu0g/w640-h436/Clark%20Tracy%20Ypres-Lys.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">At Ypres- Lys</div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>The following is an account of Sgt. Carl W. Roberts of the 145th who died on the same day as Tracy J. Clark:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>"On 26 September the last great Allied offensive of the war began in Meuse-Argonne Forest area. It was this attack that started the Germans on their final retreat leading to collapse. When the Meuse-Argonne offensive started the Regiment moved into the front line. In this battle the 145th Infantry distinguished itself in the capture of Montfaucon, an action so heroic that it has been commemorated in the Regimental Coat of Arms by a falcon, representing the town which bears the name Falcon Mountain or Montfaucon. Following the Montfaucon action, the 145th was relieved on Oct. 1 1918, returning to the vicinity of Recicourt where it remained for two days</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>On 3 October, the Regiment moved to the U.S. Second Army area and was attached to the U.S. IV Corps. On 7 October, it relieved an infantry regiment of the 89th Division in the Pannes Sector, and remained in the front line for 10 days...The 145th moved on 18 October to the Ypres area in western Belgium, arriving on 21 October..."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fAHYJxVfuF8IB2a59Z4SbKDCxoGDbufXvvR8kdUdt8EmfAZDujJzHof7LiXfhP46aFTvgJGcjtg4CX5QZuXlW6POvxPLy-7zE91gv2L04siKnJyCul580FCzJO6msopRtIfd26iKstk3cdDaG0GSAljQdlKx9F4rFqJJCe-BNBziCU9nTYJQpbU9oti_/s1280/Clark%20Tracy%20J%20tombstone%20memorial%20Michigan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fAHYJxVfuF8IB2a59Z4SbKDCxoGDbufXvvR8kdUdt8EmfAZDujJzHof7LiXfhP46aFTvgJGcjtg4CX5QZuXlW6POvxPLy-7zE91gv2L04siKnJyCul580FCzJO6msopRtIfd26iKstk3cdDaG0GSAljQdlKx9F4rFqJJCe-BNBziCU9nTYJQpbU9oti_/w640-h480/Clark%20Tracy%20J%20tombstone%20memorial%20Michigan.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Sgt. Tracy Clark was killed in action 4 November 1918 in France along with his Hicksville comrade, Ellis Dull. According to the Army, <br />Tracy was buried in Flanders Field, the <a href="https://www.abmc.gov/Flanders-Field" target="_blank">American Cemetery in Belgium, and is on their list of burials. </a> However, there is also a memorial stone in the Waldron Cemetery located in Waldron, Hillsdale County, Michigan.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>From an unnamed newspaper:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #fce5cd;">"HICKSVILLE BOY KILLED IN ACTION IN FRANCE</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #fce5cd;">(Special to the News)</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #fce5cd;">HICKSVILLE, O. - Dec. 5</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #fce5cd;">Tracy Clark, one of the Hicksville boys killed in action Nov. 4 on the field of battle in France, was a son of Mr. and Mrs. F. F. Clark and was born at Prattville, Mich. Jan. 22, 1893, and was aged 25 years.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #fce5cd;">He enlisted in Company F, here on Decoration Day 1917, and left for Camp Sheridan Sept. 30. He arrived overseas June 22 of this year. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #fce5cd;">When the Clark family moved to Hicksville a few years ago from Michigan and entered the feed store business, the son took charge of the delivery service for the firm, which he looked after until the entered the service for his country."</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><i style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Tracy James Clark</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto Mono;">Guest Blogger-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto Mono;">Mary Williams</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="c-tier c-mix-tier_offsetAsymmetricalShort" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 22px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 26px 0px 40px; vertical-align: baseline;"><article class="o-article" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-article-bd" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-vr o-vr_9x" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 45px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-grid" style="border: 0px; 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font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">In Flanders fields the poppies blow<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Between the crosses, row on row,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> That mark our place; and in the sky<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> The larks, still bravely singing, fly<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Scarce heard amid the guns below.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">We are the Dead. Short days ago<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> Loved and were loved, and now we lie,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> In Flanders fields.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">To you from failing hands we throw<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> If ye break faith with us who die<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; 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font-size: large;"><b>Edgar Gray Swingle</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-wyLhui44ri5_SkvxswVkefyHRfKl56vuF15WCP3GkLnhOFoEr7K6q0-pKSakhugJoDXV1UyzP87B1cdLnp6M8miEdFhMDR-rzOFEEQg1V3SiF77hjyPCPTuGR7ZxFuLTWqJjhMa1GBGV3dPbBkNI6iA2gilKgExVxfw5CI_Q9U2CAUnYsV37z2BvOQp/s1453/Swingle%20Gary%20uniform%20Wittenberg.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1005" data-original-width="1453" height="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-wyLhui44ri5_SkvxswVkefyHRfKl56vuF15WCP3GkLnhOFoEr7K6q0-pKSakhugJoDXV1UyzP87B1cdLnp6M8miEdFhMDR-rzOFEEQg1V3SiF77hjyPCPTuGR7ZxFuLTWqJjhMa1GBGV3dPbBkNI6iA2gilKgExVxfw5CI_Q9U2CAUnYsV37z2BvOQp/w640-h443/Swingle%20Gary%20uniform%20Wittenberg.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gray Swingle was born in Hicksville, Ohio, on July 27, 1894, to Albert (Bert) and Mary Edith Gray Swingle. By 1900, the family had moved to Newark, Ohio, where they were found on the census. Gray was eligible for placement on the monument because of his beginnings in Defiance County. </span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gray grew up in Pickering County and later attended Wittenberg College at Springfield, Ohio. He was an excellent student, and upon his graduation, he decided to enlist in 1917.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbxcIzTsl98bs8Zak1UBrQ_M_LYlVw9Y2xtIXPiS8WSXcWlsHhmPEQTE5CzBvp-oSbfAbo07fkUku-GW1EejKWGKiRfQPa8eY_JJyELZexjPN480f8aKp3xo4AVLQpCUvAR7GAIHSL84oOVoBtNwb4Zyjdt50FBbpi1rucXAgxVDotPXZ5ZVxZSEwa_Uq/s696/Swingle%20Gary%20yearbook%20photo_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="696" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbxcIzTsl98bs8Zak1UBrQ_M_LYlVw9Y2xtIXPiS8WSXcWlsHhmPEQTE5CzBvp-oSbfAbo07fkUku-GW1EejKWGKiRfQPa8eY_JJyELZexjPN480f8aKp3xo4AVLQpCUvAR7GAIHSL84oOVoBtNwb4Zyjdt50FBbpi1rucXAgxVDotPXZ5ZVxZSEwa_Uq/w640-h254/Swingle%20Gary%20yearbook%20photo_edited.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">On May 13, 1917, he reported to Fort Thomas, Kentucky at the age of almost 23. He was made Private First Class on July 6, 1917 and quickly worked his way up through Corporal to Sergeant. Soon Gray was overseas in the Defensive Sector in France in the Somme as part of the American Expeditionary Forces.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As he was leading his patrol in the spring of 1918,they came under mortal fire from the Germans. Gray didn't make it; the day was March 28, 1918.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>With his Distinguished Service Cross was this anecdote:</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"For extraordinary heroism in action while serving with Company B, 6th Engineers, 3rd Division, AEF near Bois-es-Tailoux, March 28, 1918. The patrol came under hostile machine gun fire and Sergeant Swingle was mortally wounded. He gave instructions to the patrol to return to their company commander and ordered them to leave him, as the patrol was under fire and would all probably be wiped out."</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>He also was awarded the Purple Heart and the World War I Victory Medal. Word did not travel back to the United States until almost two weeks later.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcytCdj8KjlerzuQ1SBhMz8rcb9WBeRARllBv4Ow0HexyCtg9EC_7bKugZw8qgcwpcfSHQh336-W38diUTZiLSriXpwYE9mm4AQBtMiv-A-9mpmOKhh5qZe5-I1287dGq3pUmZNv-zb4eFsOneR-oWnt0AIQCCTC34H3BLz42kXRcarB8iP5jW6VjB90D/s760/Swingle%20Gary%20obit%20Newark.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="747" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcytCdj8KjlerzuQ1SBhMz8rcb9WBeRARllBv4Ow0HexyCtg9EC_7bKugZw8qgcwpcfSHQh336-W38diUTZiLSriXpwYE9mm4AQBtMiv-A-9mpmOKhh5qZe5-I1287dGq3pUmZNv-zb4eFsOneR-oWnt0AIQCCTC34H3BLz42kXRcarB8iP5jW6VjB90D/w630-h640/Swingle%20Gary%20obit%20Newark.jpeg" width="630" /></a></div><br /><b>The <i>Hicksville Tribune</i> carried this poignant message:</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"Telegrams received here bring news of the death of a former Hicksville boy, Gray Swingle, son of Mr. and Mrs. Bert Swingle, residents here until a few years ago when the family moved to Zanesville, Ohio. The young soldier, aged 23, was killed in action. This is the first death of a Hicksville born soldier on foreign soil and is the first to bring to our very doors the horrors of this war..."</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg113_AUnZb7jWbHB7fVLRJQBA8BiMZ0nvbK3xZKZrogHTXchVkCt-xcAHFzphBl9BCgEDSppd7C-jrxWbZvrwvJ4rjqt3ZCjQ5iCvdjth_kPaqcbdPu5mnaN6wA3U8dbA4mdqZwvVeDgcGXZ6iYXB06TMMTdLkxoweAwlBFS382RMg8IvuJQc0lehxCXFZ/s407/Swingle%20Gary%20cross%20Somme%20American%20Cemetery.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg113_AUnZb7jWbHB7fVLRJQBA8BiMZ0nvbK3xZKZrogHTXchVkCt-xcAHFzphBl9BCgEDSppd7C-jrxWbZvrwvJ4rjqt3ZCjQ5iCvdjth_kPaqcbdPu5mnaN6wA3U8dbA4mdqZwvVeDgcGXZ6iYXB06TMMTdLkxoweAwlBFS382RMg8IvuJQc0lehxCXFZ/w246-h400/Swingle%20Gary%20cross%20Somme%20American%20Cemetery.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>Sergeant Gray Swingle was buried in the Somme American Cemetery in France, Block D, Row 16, Grave 15. </b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>His mother, Mrs. Mary Swingle, also applied to go to France on the Mothers' Pilgrimage in 1930. It is not known if she did go.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>The Newark Advocate, Newark, Ohio printed a lengthy obituary for Gray on April 12, 1918 on page 3. It supplies more insight into his service, so sections of it are here:</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>"SERGEANT GRAY SWINGLE OF THIS CITY KILLED IN ACTION ON THE FRENCH BATTLE LINE MAR. 28.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>OUR FIRST SACRIFICES...</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>Just a few hours before the casualty lists from 'over there' were made public Thursday, a telegram was received by the family of Mr. and Mrs. B. S. Swingle of 20 North Street, telling of the death of their son, Sergeant Gray Swingle, 24, who was killed in action in France on March 28.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>The telegram from Adjutant General McCain stated: 'Deeply regret to inform you that Sergeant Gray Swingle, Engineers, is officially reported as killed in action March 28.' The message was filed in Washington at 2:24 o'clock Thursday afternoon and was addressed to Mr. Bert Swingle... It was received at the Munson Music Company where Mr. Swingle is a salesman, and as he was out of the city, Mr. E. H. Frame of the company intercepted the telegram as he did not wish Mrs. Swingle to receive it while she was alone at her home.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>Her daughter, Miss Mary Swingle, of the Public Library was located in Granville, and with her father, assisted in softening the blow to the mother...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>...The Sixth Regiment of Engineers, which was stationed at Washington D.C. A splendid body of troops, they did guard duty at the White House for a time and were known as the 'President's Pets."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>Sergt. Swingle left this country about the third of December with the Engineers and from the first, the regiment has been in the thickest of the fray. A few days ago, a rumor was prevalent that he had been captured by the Germans, but the fact was discredited by his family, who continued to receive letters from him. The family knew he was in a precarious location, as he called on Mrs. Andrews of the Smith College Unit, and she wrote the family from Nesle in the Somme country saying he had called. Just on Wednesday this week, Mrs. Swingle received a cheerful letter from him which had been written on March 18.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>He was killed while in action when his regiment of engineers joined Canadian and British troops in repulsing the Germans.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>He visited his home here in November while stationed at Washington and proved himself as thoroughly a soldier as he had been a student.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>His brother, Robert F. Swingle, followed his brother's example and enlisted shortly afterwards and is now a member of Battery B, 61st Coast Artillery Company..."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>Kent Miller, local historian from Hicksville, gave an account of Swingle's last day in an article published on October 22, 2018, in the <i>Bryan Times.</i> It reads in part: </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">"...On March 27, 1918, Swingle was leading a patrol to scout enemy positions near Hamel, right after U.S. forces occupied the front lines in that section of the Somme. They heard a German patrol pass by at about 2 a.m. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">'There's something over there and we must know what it is,' Swingle said, according to Miller's account of the day's action. 'You fellows can stay here if you wish, but I'm going to find out.'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">He crept out alone and immediately came under fire. His squad fell back to the line and reported him captured. The next morning, a Captain Harris, spotted him on the other side of No-Man's-Land within 50 yards of the German line, trying to crawl back with two broken legs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">Private Frank J. Goldcamp and Wagoner, Carl G. Duncan volunteered to go get him and ran out without weapons while three others provided covering fire.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">'Boys, why didn't you bring a stretcher?' Swingle asked, according to Miller's account.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">Goldcamp responded, 'We'll get in Sergeant, if you can stand it.'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">Swingle gritted his teeth and growled, 'I'll stand it, you boys should never have come out after me.'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">They dragged him by his arms for about 15 yards before the Germans opened fire again. They hit all three men. Goldman died on the spot and Duncan fainted with two broken ribs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">They laid still and played possum for about two hours, waiting for stretcher bearers to come out after dark. 'If they don't come for us soon, we'll freeze to death,' Swingle is reported to have said, so Duncan decided to go get one himself. He stumbled about 400 yards before he passed out again. His own brother came out after him with a doctor in tow. The brother carried him back, while the doctor crept forward and found Swingle dead next to Goldcamp.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;">Duncan spent 10 months in the hospital before he was medically discharged. Swingle and Goldcamp were among the first Americans killed in action. They were buried in Somme and posthumously awarded the Distinguished Service Cross, the nation's second highest honor for heroism."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>Posthumously, Gray appeared in War Bonds advertisements to support the cause.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSCQwe6rTkWiIGc0nfyaxg5EOFzKFOEtJ3ZOsttpfZ-Uf3xsieXak_MP1-kKa-bX5uUF14J3xd9bYtMV7Zc-l024vx7ONpN-t_rJdnxiH8ZnTWf193_rC13IYPD_LdU8nHTPu2q0_JCmnRbGkrum-ExzaP9nTBjse2R1UPiqdutAT1hfsHzt16s8C4R1h/s1453/Swingle%20Gray%20memory%20bonds%20newspaper.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1005" data-original-width="1453" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSCQwe6rTkWiIGc0nfyaxg5EOFzKFOEtJ3ZOsttpfZ-Uf3xsieXak_MP1-kKa-bX5uUF14J3xd9bYtMV7Zc-l024vx7ONpN-t_rJdnxiH8ZnTWf193_rC13IYPD_LdU8nHTPu2q0_JCmnRbGkrum-ExzaP9nTBjse2R1UPiqdutAT1hfsHzt16s8C4R1h/w640-h442/Swingle%20Gray%20memory%20bonds%20newspaper.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Edgar Gray Swingle</b></span></div></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><b style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-62471614982712242692023-11-27T11:16:00.003-05:002023-11-27T11:16:22.629-05:00World War I Series - Hollie J. Smith, KIA<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7be7436UuGbbcPXqHiB6-ayBE06hh9XzBoIqUJpS84ESGYoo70CkLQ9_AZXPY4n808JUm15BSJBeXMLE29LKPNawpOQYYP8XH3CyFlbl66XVx8_HqxDRKNrupViAKrK5_hABDk3mRBddONQlceTDMh3ZVaczV_z9_GXxBmbe8-ZoLq-SsYtKoPxsNzQuU/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7be7436UuGbbcPXqHiB6-ayBE06hh9XzBoIqUJpS84ESGYoo70CkLQ9_AZXPY4n808JUm15BSJBeXMLE29LKPNawpOQYYP8XH3CyFlbl66XVx8_HqxDRKNrupViAKrK5_hABDk3mRBddONQlceTDMh3ZVaczV_z9_GXxBmbe8-ZoLq-SsYtKoPxsNzQuU/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>Hollie J. Smith</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Paulding, Ohio was the birthplace of Hollie J. Smith. He was enumerated on the censuses there with his parents, Charles Isaac Smith and Eva Estella Bable Smith, in 1900 and 1910. On October 9,1895, John Hollie Smith was born in Blue Creek, Paulding, Ohio, the second child and son of his parents. Most of the time, he was referred to as Hollie, a name that distinguished him from every other John.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>At 14, Hollie was not only at school, but working on an outside farm for wages. He was joined by his older brother, James, who was 16.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Hollie joined the Ohio National Guard on July 21, 1917, when he was 21 years old. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>It wasn't long before he found himself in Newport News, Virginia, boarding the transport ship, "Pocahontas." Hollie was a member of the United States National Guard, Company G, 147th Infantry, 37th Division and he was headed to France.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AqLkyTjWZCaJ47HO0fpg3gEo5ammaNmWxjw5QtgTbWZYwInP3QXK5VwW5uOxKvZMDyUDpRDn3uUPT5eNbyRTOqPExB_xdYsKJse982DuZLL0BPsdknWR9_tfq9z8YZg16EZytJDQu8XeolsXlL5qchLq4KS1PDMM3s4RkSz67g_m4zsl3QQGeQwXZc98/s1024/Smith%20Hollie%20Pocahontas%20ship.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="1024" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AqLkyTjWZCaJ47HO0fpg3gEo5ammaNmWxjw5QtgTbWZYwInP3QXK5VwW5uOxKvZMDyUDpRDn3uUPT5eNbyRTOqPExB_xdYsKJse982DuZLL0BPsdknWR9_tfq9z8YZg16EZytJDQu8XeolsXlL5qchLq4KS1PDMM3s4RkSz67g_m4zsl3QQGeQwXZc98/w640-h398/Smith%20Hollie%20Pocahontas%20ship.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;">Transport ship, the Pocahontas</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>A telegram to General Headquarters' on March 12, 1919, reported that Private First Class Hollie J. Smith was missing in action. A comrade later reported that he was killed in action on the Verdun front in September 1918. As in many cases, Hollie was buried on the battlefield near Cierges, Meuse, France, He was disinterred and reburied on June 7, 1919, in the Argonne American Cemetery, and his father was notified in May of that year.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYIwu8u6n5jZkB0lhbvj0bJbGX1QeL70dhHc30zkHU2O9MYRzYFnZOz3PkIfc5DboFOqarQKucqNFWMgg3hQRJUyqvGJxuEVGwEGX7xJaNZL8A94GcbOXn3OFpIl_02ISh12yLWN10vG_ZPnRvvEXYCV_FBeZa6kxGO0OSEIfGU2mR5SXr0jaazb9tKNo/s758/Smith%20Hollie%20bur%20in%20France.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="758" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYIwu8u6n5jZkB0lhbvj0bJbGX1QeL70dhHc30zkHU2O9MYRzYFnZOz3PkIfc5DboFOqarQKucqNFWMgg3hQRJUyqvGJxuEVGwEGX7xJaNZL8A94GcbOXn3OFpIl_02ISh12yLWN10vG_ZPnRvvEXYCV_FBeZa6kxGO0OSEIfGU2mR5SXr0jaazb9tKNo/w640-h372/Smith%20Hollie%20bur%20in%20France.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>But, the family wanted Hollie home. So, he was disinterred once again and taken to Antwerp, Belgium, where he set sail for the U.S. On July 21, 1921,</b><b> the body of Pvt. Hollie J. Smith arrived in Hoboken, New Jersey on the U.S.A. transport, Catigny. </b><b>He was buried in the Soldiers' Circle at Riverside Cemetery in Defiance, Lot 185, Block 26, Grave 1.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIcJO_tTYZ8PaHY0s05PGGgAIjPq7-ikmhyphenhyphennH3Ic1HbDT9UAjTAE-pAmHbZZ0MUZmQWSq7JFzx1puIpksmfKH0KVnkGXlQj3XOFCWyGuZCcQPHPVW-MWt7jeRD4Ds7cPhHfdXENh_rbZyeZRUhfN5PYrzTquG1io3SohFf9rpvJIuDqCnO5H1E_Ryg1VH/s2874/Smith%20Hollie%20tombstone%20Riverside.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2617" data-original-width="2874" height="582" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIcJO_tTYZ8PaHY0s05PGGgAIjPq7-ikmhyphenhyphennH3Ic1HbDT9UAjTAE-pAmHbZZ0MUZmQWSq7JFzx1puIpksmfKH0KVnkGXlQj3XOFCWyGuZCcQPHPVW-MWt7jeRD4Ds7cPhHfdXENh_rbZyeZRUhfN5PYrzTquG1io3SohFf9rpvJIuDqCnO5H1E_Ryg1VH/w640-h582/Smith%20Hollie%20tombstone%20Riverside.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>"Hollie J. Smith</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>Hollie J. Smith was born October 9, 1895 at Paulding County, Ohio. He died in France October 12, 1918, aged 23 years and 3 days. He enlisted in the army in Co. G., 147th Infantry, 37th Division, July 31, 1917. He trained at Camp Sheridan with the Defiance boys and went overseas with them.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>He leaves to mourn his father, mother, six brothers, one in France and one recently discharged and four sisters and an aged grandfather, James Bable, of this city, and a host of relatives and friends to mourn his loss as he was one of the Defiance boys to give up his life.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><i>He was the first of a family of 11 children to break the circle and a place is vacant in that sad home for him. No flowers deck his lonely grave. For him who nobly fell, fighting for the U.S.A., for the home he loved so well. We know he is safe up there, where flowers always bloom, where the birds sing in the morning over the soldiers' lonely tombs."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Hollie John Smith</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div></div><p></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-53526531480892110652023-11-23T13:26:00.001-05:002023-11-27T11:18:17.643-05:00World War I Series - Roma Wellington Mansfield<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0_ONvuFy5a6XNSbigGdQNyCUSpBmlHOgE0R7pigmBMSYq9BMBBnuB6OYyHk24r86WzRGNYec7-_51RA7OxsKn2XkcW419oDm4qlTJsauTTvztZaEf-OYpipABp_17MWdyGBCJSrpwN-kc4CJ9j8snJCZndcGXqGYKwADsCsxY_0JE5hv8rIKk8hWXQri/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0_ONvuFy5a6XNSbigGdQNyCUSpBmlHOgE0R7pigmBMSYq9BMBBnuB6OYyHk24r86WzRGNYec7-_51RA7OxsKn2XkcW419oDm4qlTJsauTTvztZaEf-OYpipABp_17MWdyGBCJSrpwN-kc4CJ9j8snJCZndcGXqGYKwADsCsxY_0JE5hv8rIKk8hWXQri/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: x-large;"><b>Roma W. Mansfield</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcNGUWpy6l3cEoKxyJUBsPC9fJYDK5-mRn3uECMFOUjK-fOsdfSzEpc4sDRTNE20GSgAvgcry_fg1Nsami6vpouGwqr9EX3ailxeS1FSaWLlOcn3O9zMw-U-2MreTP8TYSPNR_trWarvTMRl62_068B6PyE_PG5R1Lmn1V8KVm2jXNYp-OKwIMrMLoIJm/s1046/Mansfield%20Roma.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1046" data-original-width="534" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcNGUWpy6l3cEoKxyJUBsPC9fJYDK5-mRn3uECMFOUjK-fOsdfSzEpc4sDRTNE20GSgAvgcry_fg1Nsami6vpouGwqr9EX3ailxeS1FSaWLlOcn3O9zMw-U-2MreTP8TYSPNR_trWarvTMRl62_068B6PyE_PG5R1Lmn1V8KVm2jXNYp-OKwIMrMLoIJm/w326-h640/Mansfield%20Roma.jpg" width="326" /></a></div><div style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Roma Wellington Mansfield, born April 20, 1901, in Harrison Township, Paulding County, was the son of Southern B. "Sut" and Frances Schomberg Mansfield. In the Federal Census of 1910, his parents and brother, Zoma, lived in Highland Township, Defiance County. Roma attended school at the District 8 School in Highland Township.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Roma has the distinction of being one the younger men sent from Defiance County, as he enlisted in the Army on May 3, 1917, a few weeks after his 17th birthday. He was originally stationed at the Columbus Barricks in Columbus, Ohio, and was promoted to Private First Class on August 1, 1917.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>On February 27, 1918, he left Hoboken, New Jersey for deployment to France. He was assigned to Battery B of the 76th Field Artillery. The following is a link to actual footage of that artillery in action.</b></div><span><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><span><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-weight: 400; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><a href="https://youtu.be/SPlNo1KYsTo" target="_blank">76th in Action</a></span></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqmggnGg7zIXmg35dUHbvkZERznLNZsh2S1qqCJue2Lg5VV1mk7RyLPDTYKoA7S6Ge88dQU8ouflKqjoABhlSpO47aT5fB-cANLRmvmd546buzqkwpUgRZd03rYfhCbSL6vbqWWjsdH8XXaFEbVDdfN5jSXtVoh_SZ6JVeYjH-45U8p6pP4_fnDJjU1Tc/s373/Mansfield%20Roma%20France%20Argonne.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqmggnGg7zIXmg35dUHbvkZERznLNZsh2S1qqCJue2Lg5VV1mk7RyLPDTYKoA7S6Ge88dQU8ouflKqjoABhlSpO47aT5fB-cANLRmvmd546buzqkwpUgRZd03rYfhCbSL6vbqWWjsdH8XXaFEbVDdfN5jSXtVoh_SZ6JVeYjH-45U8p6pP4_fnDJjU1Tc/w268-h400/Mansfield%20Roma%20France%20Argonne.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Pvt. Mansfield was killed in action in the Meuse-Argonne Offensive in Cunel on October 4, 1918. Orginally buried in the French Military Cemetery at Aubreville, Meuse, he was later reburied in the Argonne American Cemetery at Romagne-sous-Montfaucon.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>The <i>Crescent News </i>reported on April 23, </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>1919, on page 2, that the school children in the District 8 School, Highland Township wanted to honor</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>their classmate who had died so valiantly:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>"</i></span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">HIGHLAND SCHOOL PLANTS TREE FOR BOY WHO MADE SACRIFICE</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">On the playground of the school in District No. 8, Highland township, stands a tree planted on Arbor Day as a memorial to Defiance county's youngest soldier who sacrificed his life for the cause of liberty.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">This tree will be tenderly cared for by the children of that school, thus keeping fresh the memory of Roma Wellington Mansfield, who received the wound which resulted in his deaath at Montfaucon, October 4, 1918. At the time of his death, he was 17 years, 5 months, and 4 days of age.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">Roma was born near Portsmouth, Ohio, April 30, 1901.* He was the younger of two sons of Mr. and Mrs. S. B. Mansfield of Highland township. The other son, Corporal Zoma O. Mansfield of the First Anti-Aircraft, is still in France.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">Roma enlisted May 1, 1917, and after training in this country, reached France on May 13. He went into active service with the 76th Field Artillery, Battery B on July 4, 1918. He was in the battles of St. Mihiel, second battle of the Marne,Soissons, Verdun, and finally at Montfaucon.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Roboto Mono";">The following is a tribute of respect read by a member of the school of District 8 on the occasion of the planting of the memorial tree:</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>'As the schools of Ohio plant trees on one day of the year, the day being set forth by the Governor, it seems an appropriate time to dedicate trees to our missing soldiers. We meet today to dedicate a tree to a missing soldier boy from this district.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>For about seven years, the joking life of Roma Wellington Mansfield was closely associated with this school. He enrolled as a pupil at the age of 5 years. He was a very precocious, little fellow, always standing at the head of his class. He never shirked his task and worked with a will until his lessons were mastered. Arithmetic was his favorite study and often he solved the problems of the grade above him, so interested as he in his school work.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>He was a friend and companion to all his schoolmates and a great inspiration and example to all with whom he came in contact. On the playground, he manifested the same spirit. Whatever he did was done well.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>He was always patriotic and loved to sing the songs of his country and the dear, old flag before he left District 8. At about 12 years of age, he left his home school and went to Highland Center. He was missed by his teachers and schoolmates who knew they had lost one who did much toward the life of the school.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>His home school and friends will try to remember Roma as a true friend and schoolmate by planting a tree to his memory, and each year may it grow and keep in mind one whose life was short and beautiful and who gave it so willingly for the country he loved so well. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i>Nothing could be more beautifully said of him than 'he gave his life for his country.'"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>In May, 1930 Roma's mother, Frances Mansfield took advantage of the offer to visit her son's grave in France.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReAZP7-znkMKO-Cp7e-pcr9eppqWajtehNtiOW_0BB_2z3YyvbG5ptBGVzhUX-ew10zG_xwpyfxCw2_hUWb4YWIADEutpRS6eA7TOcYRXIn_F-Zj5UucT-Mn81rca3Nnm5CiaXxxaTAymJtjzt9D1EjxUI5Quk58zYjo_ByAjSmLkYTj-tGLJUdbajuNv/s395/Mansfield%20Roma%20mother%20pilgrimage.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="250" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReAZP7-znkMKO-Cp7e-pcr9eppqWajtehNtiOW_0BB_2z3YyvbG5ptBGVzhUX-ew10zG_xwpyfxCw2_hUWb4YWIADEutpRS6eA7TOcYRXIn_F-Zj5UucT-Mn81rca3Nnm5CiaXxxaTAymJtjzt9D1EjxUI5Quk58zYjo_ByAjSmLkYTj-tGLJUdbajuNv/w406-h640/Mansfield%20Roma%20mother%20pilgrimage.jpeg" width="406" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Frances Mansfield died in 1931. Perhaps it was at or near this time when her tombstone was placed with Roma's name memorialized on it in Mansfield Cemetery, Highland Township.</b></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3FIu1CljsdSYJlcmlLcYlAt76p9YtPwbHXN61w0Yhx0MkRTc_PaXWEzux-3ZVve1P5f05QOsRf_4bx1aCnPzXTlHSaP70WLW5dpsVWwYDuMng9itC8ofRMzvk8ih6b3Gnb92wbG2TXksTTppyHKLxNPVD_m-JuoLUhdzPVCnimBhVtRQYVSLfK0zGTmr0/s922/Mansfield%20Roma%20memorial%20tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="922" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3FIu1CljsdSYJlcmlLcYlAt76p9YtPwbHXN61w0Yhx0MkRTc_PaXWEzux-3ZVve1P5f05QOsRf_4bx1aCnPzXTlHSaP70WLW5dpsVWwYDuMng9itC8ofRMzvk8ih6b3Gnb92wbG2TXksTTppyHKLxNPVD_m-JuoLUhdzPVCnimBhVtRQYVSLfK0zGTmr0/w640-h480/Mansfield%20Roma%20memorial%20tombstone.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">In Memoriam</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">Roma Wellington Mansfield</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Guest Blogger - Dan Hasch</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p></p>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-1560807589210129302023-11-19T12:26:00.002-05:002023-12-14T13:34:18.634-05:00The World War I Series - Donel Glen Cottrell, KIA<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjm7aa1oWZoOuZw9VrnN_fDsBC3E6oNV2_b5Ij7amY8PLb1yH3Q_JtBb3Z35F33BiJSJwAPTzTu2ST6L6XPaXjx5pfhX8aeyqX1BRyKfdlAEeEJx1dJ49NR5vRvJ25uuEbQ1npYxS5s4l5oZ2wBqQ2U1qa7ChbBiehesxXPau3-emE5GZAmkGXyIXUCcZ2/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjm7aa1oWZoOuZw9VrnN_fDsBC3E6oNV2_b5Ij7amY8PLb1yH3Q_JtBb3Z35F33BiJSJwAPTzTu2ST6L6XPaXjx5pfhX8aeyqX1BRyKfdlAEeEJx1dJ49NR5vRvJ25uuEbQ1npYxS5s4l5oZ2wBqQ2U1qa7ChbBiehesxXPau3-emE5GZAmkGXyIXUCcZ2/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>Donel Glen Cottrell</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcXb0GoLLFWjkLMeahA9meb6R43ngCjPpORSW0Oz1Xlpf7Q3o0OOcVej7mDFTSeltq9_niXBmJJoG6bzHLsc9IkWpyfTzLh_8fnF9YU2-l9SkOPjQ24W5ryROa-PDA6SJUc3zzk29r-Rc6FnanDbaAZNTQ9-ye40RSL1uhyphenhyphenXRNSPZVyF2unnEMgW0G2UN/s319/Donel%20Glen%20Cottrell%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="237" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcXb0GoLLFWjkLMeahA9meb6R43ngCjPpORSW0Oz1Xlpf7Q3o0OOcVej7mDFTSeltq9_niXBmJJoG6bzHLsc9IkWpyfTzLh_8fnF9YU2-l9SkOPjQ24W5ryROa-PDA6SJUc3zzk29r-Rc6FnanDbaAZNTQ9-ye40RSL1uhyphenhyphenXRNSPZVyF2unnEMgW0G2UN/w475-h640/Donel%20Glen%20Cottrell%20(1).jpg" width="475" /></a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Born in Paulding County, but raised as a Hicksville boy, Donel Cottrell entered life on April 20, 1893. He was a farmer, just like his father, Warren Cottrell, and he stayed on the farm with his mother, Anna and numerous brothers and sisters.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>But patriotism called this young man and he enlisted in the Army Infantry, Company F, 28th Infantry. On February 5, 1918, before his deployment to France, he married Clara Booth in Hicksville. Their time together was brief before he left with K Company, 335th Infantry, 24th Division on the ship "Karmala" for France. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtjB-_CvZu3lrp-yY_Fft_V7YMVpgYmOwuhOnmubaDLAMYvSBRXQGhv-t2vogBaZHxRNgHxXgxmK6oQduOXVfsrfPHkOJFepEwv6R5k7kOKJqpyN0sORd_148teXvP9yw0r_2bzYCD-WaTKtkXLFbvEn8oDYRu8R7O9Twn7_MTPN82m_xEXX7p-MOx4Xo/s405/Donel%20and%20Clara%20Cottrell%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="286" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtjB-_CvZu3lrp-yY_Fft_V7YMVpgYmOwuhOnmubaDLAMYvSBRXQGhv-t2vogBaZHxRNgHxXgxmK6oQduOXVfsrfPHkOJFepEwv6R5k7kOKJqpyN0sORd_148teXvP9yw0r_2bzYCD-WaTKtkXLFbvEn8oDYRu8R7O9Twn7_MTPN82m_xEXX7p-MOx4Xo/w452-h640/Donel%20and%20Clara%20Cottrell%20(1).jpg" width="452" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;">Donel and Clara Booth Cottrell</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>Donel was traveled, like so many others, to the Meuse-Argonne area. Tragically, only 65 days later, Donel was killed in action, allegedly a mere one hour before a cease-fire and just four days before the American Armistice was signed. He died on November 7, 1918.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>He was first buried in the American sector at the French Civilian Cemetery at Cheveuges, Ardennes. On April 2, 1919, he was disinterred and moved to the Sedan American Cemetery at Letanne Ardennes. Mrs. Clara Contrell, his wife of about nine months was informed of this.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>It would be a few years later, in 1921 before the body was shipped home to Hicksville.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2EX_CVlFP-PBfTgOa8UdCq6m0JFb-qgiGYjwD6Lb-LsKMgwX6bN7vbYFmtjFq9F_E-YTTZFw2vTDNomvS7TjD66dVZLWjUVIrK5iJ7rhKGoasaYgeHpJ-xh132zb7THE1Mm3nJ32-saQ2MKJ8JDkfXWxWODwkPB-kDZIEdXSc5ppvRaW_crkVvuWteqP/s505/Cottrell%20Donel%20body%20to%20Hicksville.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="452" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2EX_CVlFP-PBfTgOa8UdCq6m0JFb-qgiGYjwD6Lb-LsKMgwX6bN7vbYFmtjFq9F_E-YTTZFw2vTDNomvS7TjD66dVZLWjUVIrK5iJ7rhKGoasaYgeHpJ-xh132zb7THE1Mm3nJ32-saQ2MKJ8JDkfXWxWODwkPB-kDZIEdXSc5ppvRaW_crkVvuWteqP/w573-h640/Cottrell%20Donel%20body%20to%20Hicksville.jpeg" width="573" /></a></div><br /><b>Clara Booth, Donel's widow, was the daughter of Elihu and Rose Bishoff Booth. She continued to live with her parents after Donel's death with their baby daughter, Doris. Sadly, Donel had never met his offspring.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>Donel Cottrell was buried in Forest Home Cemetery, Hicksville, Ohio, in Lot 35, Block C, Grave 1, his service noted on a flat marker.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyJF0E9YzuTlzRHWcsD8-gMo9g8jRxsbPHM_8nOAsTbdC64m6w_7uKVhf-10rnRi8jSZbptSMKLXCoybo1jAtlhl7cAr2ORPkKMFEzRYeQ6BJ9DOalwSWMWX6CZosfx6R-DMY2qkIYSuTTn4FteaPKiijNXRtyoFHf2kaMTaxqxNkXm9HyR7aMOsByuLK/s640/Cottrell%20Donel%20and%20wife%20tombstone.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyJF0E9YzuTlzRHWcsD8-gMo9g8jRxsbPHM_8nOAsTbdC64m6w_7uKVhf-10rnRi8jSZbptSMKLXCoybo1jAtlhl7cAr2ORPkKMFEzRYeQ6BJ9DOalwSWMWX6CZosfx6R-DMY2qkIYSuTTn4FteaPKiijNXRtyoFHf2kaMTaxqxNkXm9HyR7aMOsByuLK/w400-h300/Cottrell%20Donel%20and%20wife%20tombstone.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzStp8XM1cD67J55g937shDbeKNvFVjmzQKGYG4kSzPXxxNZLwODnNxSqORZy77NwmYYEW3uwtgbTGHA3ohE1IPr5kp0nLwbrqNXQuCE7mEA4egJJkrHBW8fZO-pl21obyvaxblswfxgF5Ec-rD2pOpece-lA3djeLU9D-k0C_RpYb-YWJeKL1lD5GN3H/s640/Cottrell%20Donel%20tombstone%20Forest%20Hill.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzStp8XM1cD67J55g937shDbeKNvFVjmzQKGYG4kSzPXxxNZLwODnNxSqORZy77NwmYYEW3uwtgbTGHA3ohE1IPr5kp0nLwbrqNXQuCE7mEA4egJJkrHBW8fZO-pl21obyvaxblswfxgF5Ec-rD2pOpece-lA3djeLU9D-k0C_RpYb-YWJeKL1lD5GN3H/w400-h300/Cottrell%20Donel%20tombstone%20Forest%20Hill.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b>His obituary:</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Mono"; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Roboto;">"</span><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Cottrell</span></b></i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>April 20, 1893, there was born to Anna Wentworth Cottrell and Warren G. Cottrell, at their farm home in Paulding County, a fourth son, Donel Glen Cottrell. At this place, Donel spent his boyhood with his brothers, sisters and neighborhood playmates by whom he was greatly loved.</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>He learned the lesson of industry at an early age on the farm, and after completing his common school education, continued the training of his youth by engaging in farming on the old home place.</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Following a delightful courtship, Donel was married Feb. 5, 1918 to Miss Clara Booth. To this happy marriage blossomed the life of little Doris Marie, two days after the father's death.</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Donel is survived by his wife, little Doris Marie, Father, Mother, three sisters and five brothers, all present at the funeral, but Corporal Earl R., of St. Louis, Mo., and Lee A., of Yellowstone National Park, Wy.</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Of all the boys, Donel was the home boy. He was devoted</b> <b>to his parents and always counseled with them. He was strong of body, alert of mind, a young man of clean morals and vigorous Christian character. He was affiliated with the United Brethren church and a loyal and faithful Sunday school worker.</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>July 22, 1918, while the enemy armies were suffering the bitter pangs of defeat at the hands of the sturdy Americans, Donel was called to the oolors and assigned to Co. K, 355 Infantry, 84th Division, following two brothers and a sister who were in active duty in France with the 84th Division, but shortly after landing, Donel was transferred to that renowned First Division, that battle-scarred Division that always took its objective and that never knew defeat. A division heralded for its fighting tradition, its dash and its high spirit.</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><b>Donel soon caught the spirit of this now famous Division, and was ever ready to uphold its zealously guarded traditions. And thus in the faithful and patriotic performance of his duty to his Division, to his comrades, to his country, to you and to me, while his Division was striking the enemy to relieve that other famous division - The Rainbow Division, in the Argonne on Nov. 7, 1918, a brief hour before peace dawned, with his face a smile and unafraid, an enemy bullet laid his life on the altar of his country. Thus making our freedom more sacred and his memory more precious."</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>In Memoriam</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b>Donel Glen Cottrell</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Guest Blogger - Kim Bercaw</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228760903474848712.post-27082937966804126932023-11-15T10:02:00.002-05:002023-11-27T11:17:37.757-05:00World War I Series - Clarence Cooley, Killed in Action<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl03an92R4b50WmeM5EiyUvpqwj1AEIqZh3nRzSENaw5D6L4i3BnJVjbOw8z1mRqoVjsdZ6HlVX9NphbBwMsGWogg99KsPbn2SSvwel6pDWjOmwm7ehU3GgQaObJ0gd1FEgZ1mUn1AyPdv8Tf7H8i4zBbsm1IwsAckajk0KQeZdo9OZuDk5F0WU_KeIaSu/s529/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="529" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl03an92R4b50WmeM5EiyUvpqwj1AEIqZh3nRzSENaw5D6L4i3BnJVjbOw8z1mRqoVjsdZ6HlVX9NphbBwMsGWogg99KsPbn2SSvwel6pDWjOmwm7ehU3GgQaObJ0gd1FEgZ1mUn1AyPdv8Tf7H8i4zBbsm1IwsAckajk0KQeZdo9OZuDk5F0WU_KeIaSu/w640-h150/World%20war%201%20clp%20banner.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: large;"><b>CLARENCE COOLEY</b></span><br /><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">As a young man of twenty, Clarence Cooley of near Evansport, decided to enlist for service in World War I. It was just before Christmas on December 17th, that he signed his enlistment papers. By December 28, 1917, he was in a barracks in Columbus, Ohio, waiting for his assignment.</span></p></div><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFMX7LktOZGdglq4N5hrNcifNOTgWPEv8BwiI4gGb5NLTLy2yLQ-wC7UOuuNa0-cA4a6DOALZpiudIX9JbIXyv2ShPqcdnXiGaH2YUXvbH-lym2WE7PA4rVFAIGlSMltRQpDUcNvk-ZK5t8gxYDozfiEYaTISiIby-dTB730xInBSyodGNbDO77rLxzaPL/s4000/Cooley%20Clarence%20photo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFMX7LktOZGdglq4N5hrNcifNOTgWPEv8BwiI4gGb5NLTLy2yLQ-wC7UOuuNa0-cA4a6DOALZpiudIX9JbIXyv2ShPqcdnXiGaH2YUXvbH-lym2WE7PA4rVFAIGlSMltRQpDUcNvk-ZK5t8gxYDozfiEYaTISiIby-dTB730xInBSyodGNbDO77rLxzaPL/w480-h640/Cooley%20Clarence%20photo.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clarence Cooley</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Noto Sans"; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Noto Sans"; font-size: medium;">Before this, he lived comfortably with his parents, William Sherman and Mary Josephine (Neff) Cooley on a Tiffin Township farm, one of fourteen children.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;">In 1910, when the family was enumerated for the census, Clarence was aged 12, living at home with nine siblings, including the newborn, Mary Cooley, and his parents. He was a Defiance County farm boy who felt obligated to fulfill his duty as an American citizen. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;">He entered into Company F of the 49th Infantry </span><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;">where he stayed until September 10, 1918, when he was moved into the MG (Machine Gun) unit of the Infantry, Company 112. Sent to the Western Front in France, Clarence was always in danger as he fought the Germans.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0Kc7R2WW8PmtLHRnbYcWbqAxczFgZr-LYHW90fM3tzlMTxS7SIcfgsEfABlrl7zI7W7XjZpmGzw2Yx4M4lTfOanwJKuv-VlvjkfahJVizf5p1h9yn4edCOuGecmKm1VtlKUh0VhhQckXlWdiqy_gQ69Y0D8NsMOCockGEKvL474Z7KwnQ5A6aH-jAGqG/s1280/Cooley%20Meuse%20Argonne%20photo%20machine%20gun.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="996" data-original-width="1280" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0Kc7R2WW8PmtLHRnbYcWbqAxczFgZr-LYHW90fM3tzlMTxS7SIcfgsEfABlrl7zI7W7XjZpmGzw2Yx4M4lTfOanwJKuv-VlvjkfahJVizf5p1h9yn4edCOuGecmKm1VtlKUh0VhhQckXlWdiqy_gQ69Y0D8NsMOCockGEKvL474Z7KwnQ5A6aH-jAGqG/w640-h498/Cooley%20Meuse%20Argonne%20photo%20machine%20gun.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Noto Sans"; font-size: medium;">Assigned to the defensive sector in the battle of Meuse Argonne, France, Clarence met his death in action on October 1, 1918.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6X5G1IqvWvUm80EARVDhSNgHoY5wUVMNB4cFNh8UAudLk3EwiqLuW6xZQj9EEPd9xpDIEfrYAakG0xmMUxgfKNDJlqDEAztyyNg4n6AXLLqne4F_zOKdXiT0ZCTBYctw3NE41vWsEvAx-mvK8DlzOshTQRz3Jf3m1B88Q3b-oKyBjYzF0O_a9nhTmj4U/s4000/cooley%20clarence%20memorial%20card.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6X5G1IqvWvUm80EARVDhSNgHoY5wUVMNB4cFNh8UAudLk3EwiqLuW6xZQj9EEPd9xpDIEfrYAakG0xmMUxgfKNDJlqDEAztyyNg4n6AXLLqne4F_zOKdXiT0ZCTBYctw3NE41vWsEvAx-mvK8DlzOshTQRz3Jf3m1B88Q3b-oKyBjYzF0O_a9nhTmj4U/w480-h640/cooley%20clarence%20memorial%20card.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;">The Cooley family sacrificed at least two sons to this war. Sgt. Cooley was brought home and buried in Evansport Cemetery, as was his older brother, Ray, who developed pneumonia in France and died. Two other sons, Edgar and Andrew survived.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfDlJ2qB74uglrpmlTy8DTJeeLstWCH7BlqqsortFsjjgrhR31QVPnBZ2-gcuX7h6dJwHSKx2mzrF3VLxakYyEjthj05XMdUIeOsynifDJaUbUxcSNHUw8UeAMA6L_MKlOxNC7KeZ7OMjMsByZLMhUnNcUB97ZEHoMJ6ypqvgjy2mZgI4WVuPpqRU7Xdl/s802/Cooley%20clarence%20obituary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="599" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfDlJ2qB74uglrpmlTy8DTJeeLstWCH7BlqqsortFsjjgrhR31QVPnBZ2-gcuX7h6dJwHSKx2mzrF3VLxakYyEjthj05XMdUIeOsynifDJaUbUxcSNHUw8UeAMA6L_MKlOxNC7KeZ7OMjMsByZLMhUnNcUB97ZEHoMJ6ypqvgjy2mZgI4WVuPpqRU7Xdl/w478-h640/Cooley%20clarence%20obituary.jpg" width="478" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfDlJ2qB74uglrpmlTy8DTJeeLstWCH7BlqqsortFsjjgrhR31QVPnBZ2-gcuX7h6dJwHSKx2mzrF3VLxakYyEjthj05XMdUIeOsynifDJaUbUxcSNHUw8UeAMA6L_MKlOxNC7KeZ7OMjMsByZLMhUnNcUB97ZEHoMJ6ypqvgjy2mZgI4WVuPpqRU7Xdl/s802/Cooley%20clarence%20obituary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFYP60OZFc2NeUe8LkEtPPPP5lrsF1Z-IK5ZHuiChSA-QHddHGSTiv2B9FzLx4qQ8aRRkBdv7pU8yF_NGZQzIT-5WhzSwRPe1gR38gR6a0c8QF-ZfxGRUts0ygdda6DOuVvlwR8SDQkFWGQHeLicuECfoAb13LlxIlnHh5GJmAzUM3XphpOxN-gXZqpva/s768/Cooley%20clarence%20tombstone.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="534" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFYP60OZFc2NeUe8LkEtPPPP5lrsF1Z-IK5ZHuiChSA-QHddHGSTiv2B9FzLx4qQ8aRRkBdv7pU8yF_NGZQzIT-5WhzSwRPe1gR38gR6a0c8QF-ZfxGRUts0ygdda6DOuVvlwR8SDQkFWGQHeLicuECfoAb13LlxIlnHh5GJmAzUM3XphpOxN-gXZqpva/w446-h640/Cooley%20clarence%20tombstone.jpg" width="446" /></a></div></div><br /><span style="font-family: Noto Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family: Open Sans;">His tombstone noted that he was a private,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Open Sans;">but his obituary named him as a sergeant.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: large;">In Memory of Clarence Cooley</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGpJuuwU-5tYPqUXcQ4hWwJdIcBOKg99hJJXoXGQDMR2pJR1J7wcIlTdl9igP4KgR6J9tqMn7xLU9SH6U6b1j-rDGMX7P_PDXGF0N4L-1WXIMqG_h-pLDuTCwAHX1NB8zqIBFx6KLmbH_HBq_vYaVdxJAEEEWIl9uaEUo_HI7cvtYFN6PGjcDIgp68mSz/s4000/cooley%20clarence%20photo%20sitting.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGpJuuwU-5tYPqUXcQ4hWwJdIcBOKg99hJJXoXGQDMR2pJR1J7wcIlTdl9igP4KgR6J9tqMn7xLU9SH6U6b1j-rDGMX7P_PDXGF0N4L-1WXIMqG_h-pLDuTCwAHX1NB8zqIBFx6KLmbH_HBq_vYaVdxJAEEEWIl9uaEUo_HI7cvtYFN6PGjcDIgp68mSz/w480-h640/cooley%20clarence%20photo%20sitting.jpg" width="480" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Guest Blogger - Rhonda Casler</span></div>Defiance County Ohio Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974646726629876951noreply@blogger.com0