Sunday’s Obituary – Mary E. (Wright) Yagerlehner

LINGERING ILLNESS ENDS IN DEATH

Mrs. Mary E. Yagerlehner, 70 yrs. old, died at the Boulevarde sanitarium at Detroit, Mich., at 8:40 o’clock Sunday morning. Death was due to infirmities of age, hastened by suffering a fractured leg two weeks ago. She had been an invalid for a number of years and was taken to the sanitarium two years ago.

Mrs. Yagerlehner was born at Liberty Center, Ohio, November 27, 1846 and her early life was spent there. On June 3, 1866, she married John Yagerlehner. They lived there for thirty years and then came to this city, where she lived until she was taken to Detroit two years ago.

Seven sons Charles, of Detroit, William of Ft. Wayne, Wilson and Frank of California, Edwin of Denver, Colo., John of Detroit and Irvin of Largo three daughters Mrs. Harry Story, of Wabash, Mrs. John Urschel of Tippecanoe and Mrs. Charles Clemens of Marshfield, Ore., two brothers, W. C. Wright of Wanseon, O., and James Wright of Liberty Center, O., a sister Mrs. Ella Dandy of Liberty Center, O., survive.

The funeral will be held Wednesday afternoon and the burial will be made in the Hopewell cemetery. The services will be held at the Hopewell church at 2 o’clock. The Rev. Frost of the Presbyterian church at Lagro will officiate.

“Lingering Illness Ends in Death,” Wabash Plain Dealer (Wabash, Indiana), 4 September 1917, p. 1, col. 1; digital image, Newspaper Archive (http//www.newspaperarchive.com : accessed 14 December 2013).

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FUNERAL SERVICES OF MARY YAGERLEHNER

The funeral of Mary E. Yagerlehner was held Wednesday afternoon with burial in the Hopewell cemetery north east of Lagro. The services were held at the Hopewell church at the cemetery at 2 o’clock, the Rev. Frost of Lagro officiating. The funeral was largely attended and the ceremonies were most impressive.

Those who acted as pall-bearers were: four sons Charles of Detroit, William of Ft. Wayne, Ervin, of Lagro, John of Detroit, two brothers N.C. Wright of Wauseon, O., and James Wright of Liberty Center, O.

“Funeral Services of Mary Yagerlehner,” Wabash Plain Dealer (Wabash, Indiana), 6 September 1917, p. 1, col. 7; digital image, Newspaper Archive (http://newspaperarchive.com : accessed 14 December 2013).

Photograph by Steve

Dragged Under A Wagon

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DRAGGED UNDER A WAGON

Wm. Haller Hurt in a Runaway Accident – – Other Mishaps

This noon, Wm. Haller, an East Lewis street butcher, was thrown from his wagon in a runaway accident at the corner of Jefferson and Hanna streets. He was dragged beneath the front wheels for a block, but fortunately escaped with a few painful bruises. The horse was stopped before much damage was done. The same horse ran away a few days ago and Mr. Haller’s face was badly cut.

“Dragged Under a Wagon,” Fort Wayne News (Fort Wayne, Indiana), 28 May 1895, p. 6, col. 5; digital image, Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 13 December 2013).

Eight letters this week (Gladys)

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Letter transcription:

MRS. R. S. YEGERLEHNER
KENTLAND
INDIANA
2-4-43

Dear Daddy- No letter today but have had eight this week – the last dated Jan 27. Can’t say much about the weather today – not bad but may get cold by evening. I got the figures down on paper to give to Agnes and also the tax blank came today for the Federal. After Agnes gets it figured will send you the am’t. I am not paying the bal. of ’41 as I have told you before but have bought bonds to take care of it if and when – Just paid bills and with Feb. check deposited have a balanced of a little over 200⁰⁰. There is nothing to be paid now and your next Hancock which comes in Apr. Mailed our pictures registered letter today. Found some sardines (4 cans) and if I can find two or three more will send a box. Mrs. Plummer wants to send something in this time. I saw Mrs. Tobias and she said Marvel Byfield is talking about going into some branch of service. Geo & the other brother are both in – back to finance – when your uniform money comes I will pay the Ins. loans – but can’t pay much on them unless I get the uniform money. I don’t want to get too low with the bank bal – besides our monthly bond (I have bought one for each month) and the boys each have one I bought 6 – $37⁵⁰ and that took some of that surplus. I have repeated this several times. Had the piano moved out of the den – and none too soon – after taking up the rug I noticed the floor bulged in front of the piano – evidently the piano’s weight sagged the floor where it sat. There is a definite slope to the floor now. We are all feeling good. John is practicing sax and Mark is looking at airplane model books and David is asleep. Mother piecing quilt. Boomershine is in Navy now. Lt (jg).

Love – Mother

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Book of Me – Prompt 15: Snow

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The Book of Me – Written by You is a weekly blog prompt created by Julie Goucher of the blog Angler’s Rest. This is a fifteen month writing project to highlight my life so that I will have something to leave behind for my descendants. Week fifteen’s prompt is Snow.

Do you live in area where you routinely have snow?
How old were you when you first saw snow?
Do you remember it?
- Did you make snowmen?
- Throw Snowballs
- Sledge Rides
What is the image that first came to mind when you read snow?
What does snow
- feel like,
- smell like
How do you see snow?

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Christmas Is All Very New
By David Yegerlehner (alias ‘papa’)

Our daughter, named Deborah, is now just past two.
So this business of Christmas is all very new.
First came the snow, and what a delight;
Debbie looked out the window to find the world all white!
The snow set the mood,
And even mama and papa could not be subdued.
So we got in the car—all three,
And very shortly came home with a beautiful tree.
We moved the couch and shoved away the chair,
And left a great big spot bare.
This scurry to rearrange (Debbie’s look seemed to say)
Is certainly all very strange—
And she wondered even more
When we brought that big tree right through the door.
But soon that big bare space was no longer bare,
For the beautiful tree was standing right there.
And now, all covered with balls and with lights,
It is truly a sight with thrills and delights.
Each hanging ball is a colorful mirror,
So Deborah gazes into each tiny sphere.
“Debbie! Debbie!” she coos when she sees her reflection,
And so we now know the tree passes inspection.
Our daughter, named Deborah, is not just past two,
So this business of Christmas is all very new.

Growing up in Massachusetts, snow was a common occurrence during the winter. I have spent the last 20 years in California in an area where snow is not common. The central valley is basically at sea level. I still don’t completely understand the science behind this phenomenon, but we are too low in elevation for it to snow. The temperatures can be below freezing but it. just. doesn’t. snow. I think there have been two instances in which it actually snowed here. It was a passing illusion that delighted the local children before it quickly melted. My hometown of Worcester, Massachusetts has an elevation of around 500 feet and I remember it always snowing when I was a kid. I guess geography does really play a part with weather conditions. Less than fifty miles to the east of where I currently live, in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, it does snow. We often hear on the weather reports at what elevation the rain changes to snow. During particularly cold storms, the snow might reach as low as 1,000 feet above sea level.

David the day after The Blizzard of ’78

My father wrote the above poem about me in December 1971. I don’t really recall the first time I saw snow. I just remember it always being part of winter. For me, snow is winter. In some ways, moving to California has definitely disrupted my annual rhythms. As much as I enjoy the slightly warmer temperatures (and the lack of shoveling), I yearn for snow. My children will never know the joy of a snow day or experience the anticipation of sitting by the radio, waiting to hear if school was cancelled for their district or not. They will never know the true silence that comes during a snowfall or the sense of isolation. I often talk about the Blizzard of ’78 and how we missed school for three weeks. I think the concept is inconceivable to them.

We make a point of visiting the snow at least once a winter. Because the snow only comes to the mountains, there are inherent difficulties in reaching the snow. Many of the local roads are closed if the snowfall is too heavy. Chains are also required for driving (which is another difference from my childhood). In California, there are designated snow parks which are open on a daily basis in favorable conditions. Parking requires a permit which can only be purchased away from the snow. Our favorite snow haven is outside of Yosemite National Park at a very nice hotel at the southern entrance of the park. Once we get there, we can spend the weekend sledding down their hills or skating at their rink. Last year, the snow was gone by the time we arrived so we headed further up in elevation to Badger Pass, a ski area within Yosemite. Some years, when camping at Lassen Volcanic National Park for Memorial Day weekend, we have also enjoyed the snow.

I love snow. I miss it. If I still lived in an area where snow was more common, I might miss it less. I definitely don’t miss shoveling or driving on icy roads. Watching falling snow is one of the most peaceful experiences I have ever had. I consider snow to be one of nature’s gifts. It is truly a joy and a delight for me.

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Horribly Lacerated

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HORRIBLY LACERATED

William Haller, the butcher whose place of business is at the corner of Lafayette and Lewis streets, met with a most painful and distressing accident Sunday afternoon. He started out for a pleasure ride on his new saddle horse. The horse had evidently not been properly broken for saddle purposed, and plunged, jumped and “bucked” viciously. Mr. Haller was hurled from the saddle violently and alighted on the hard pavement on his right cheek. The cheek bone was exposed to view and the fleshy part of the face was torn loose and hung down over the chin, exposing the cheek bone and the jaw-bone in the frightful gash. Dr. McCausland sewed up the wound, and said although the injury is very painful and the gash an extremely large one, the wound will heal readily. A bad scar, however, may be the result.

“Horribly Lacerated,” Fort Wayne News (Fort Wayne, Indiana), 4 May 1895, p. 1, col. 4; digital image, Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 13 December 2013).

A Valentine’s present (Roscoe)

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: February 4, 1943 Envelope

: February 4, 1943, p. 1

: February 4, 1943, p. 2

: February 4, 1943, p. 3

: February 4, 1943, p. 4

Letter transcription:

2/4/43

Dear Mother,
Just after noon day chow and will write while relaxing from work and heat – we have been having some blistering hot sticky days but today it seems the breeze is beginning to become a little more noticeable. So much for the weather – The usual topic.
Last night’s show was on the sad order. One written or played of one of Jack London’s stories. It was the first night I went to the show without a wind breaker, always before the breeze was so cool but last night it just stayed hot. Although I did need sheet blanket and spread before morning.
We have been watching the moon

[page 2] and according to the calendar sent by you the moon raises about the same time here as there. Don’t know how it does it what with skipping a day at the international date line and everything but it does. We never checked to the exact minute but it can’t be far off.
We have procured another doz. eggs and will have a fry again when it cools off a little. It’s just to hot to bother and of course eating isn’t so much fun when it’s hot.
I’ve been getting gipped by the locals for some of their home made goods. I’m buying a few things now and then to send home. We have a corpsman

[page 3] here who claims to have cousins here. They may be – The same name etc. and it seems one branch of the family came here from Canada while the other bunch went to the U.S.A. – from Canada – Anyway he brought some native handiwork to sell and as I said I got gipped and knew it all the time. So if you get gipped with eyes open it isn’t so bad – paid one dollar for a handkerchief and $2.15 for a pot holder – or knitting bag or what have you. I’ll send them home when I have an accumulation. And you can agree with me very fully. Those will be your valentine present but they will be very late because I’ll probably not even get them sent by then. I’m just telling you that so you will know I haven’t forgotten. Will finish after the P.M. mail –

[page 4] The mail was no good. The show better. It was the Strange Case of Dr. Rx sort of a weird story but never the less intertaining. Saw Helen Kline’s husband again. We here in ships co. have received seats and he came a little late and I had him as my guest. He works at a different place but eats and sleeps here. I also saw another Dr. from Indianapolis, Ind. Today. He graduated a year before I did but we didn’t remember each other only we knew lots of boys in common. He was in Art’s class (Art Barnett).

Well, I’m all run down for I’ve written to Uncle W. and Dave so
Solong Love
Daddy

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Friday’s Faces from the Past – A young Jim Foster

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Foster, James and others - Clay City, Indiana, c1920s

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I only know one definite thing about this picture. It was taken in Clay City, Indiana. It was most likely taken during the 1920s. In the back row, the man second from the right appears to be James Foster. I don’t know what James Foster would be doing with a group in Clay City since he was from Terre Haute. The picture looks like an obligatory office picture, the salesmen, clerks and secretaries. James was a plumbing supplies salesmen after World War II. In the late 1920s, James was a clerk for Crane Co. in Terre Haute. He worked there for many years, eventually becoming a salesman.Then again, I could be completely wrong. But I do know the picture was taken in Clay City, right?

The original photograph is from the collection of Deborah Sweeney.

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New Offices

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NEW OFFICES

Charles Yagerlehner Fits Up Handsome Quarters for His Electrical Business

Mr. Charles Yagerlehner, the expert electrician, has just completed the fitting up of handsome office rooms in his place of business, at No. 26 East Berry street. Mr. Yagerlehner’s business has grown to such proportions that he now occupies the entire second floor of this large building, the rear part of which is used as a store room for the great amount of electrical goods which he carries and also as a work shop for his large force of men.

The new office rooms are handsomely carpeted and furnished throughout with everything that can add to the convenience and comfort of the occupants; lighted by electric lights and heated by steam. Mr. Yagerlehner makes a specialty of wiring all building strictly according to underwriter’s rules and is the only practical electrician in the city that does not combine his business with plumbing and gas fitting or something of that sort. He is an electrician only and employs a large force of skilled workmen. Call up telephone No. 186 Home company, and Mr. Yagerlehner will call on you and cheerfully furnish you an estimate on your work.

“New Offices,” The Fort Wayne Sentinel (Fort Wayne, Indiana), 7 November 1896, p. 1, col. 9.

Here are the pictures (Gladys)

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: February 4, 1943 Envelope front

: February 4, 1943 Envelope back

: February 4, 1943, p. 1

: February 4, 1943, p. 2

Spoiler Alert!
If you look closely at the envelope, you will notice that the address has been crossed out and another “Cleanslate – Special Detail 1 – Wave #1” has been added. Looking at the back of the envelope, there are multiple cancellation stamps. On March 12th, this letter ended up in New York. It has certainly been around the world. I am not exactly sure when Roscoe ended up getting this letter, but stay tuned and we will eventually find out.

Letter transcription:

Kentland Ind
Feb 4 – 1943

Dear Daddy –

Here are the pictures I have been talking about. Two of D and one each of the rest. Look inside the front packet for a laugh. Those are the first we had taken of J – M – & myself – and you can see why we had another sitting.

It is about time for the P.O. to close so have to hurry – as I want to register this.

We are all fine – am sending a v-mail also today.

[page 2] To date haven’t rec’d the uniform money – got the regular monthly check today.

Excuse the briefness but have to hurry.

Love
Mother

P.S. – John said for you to look at those proofs and not let that happen to you.

: John (January 1943)

: Gladys (January 1943)

: Mark (January 1943)

The rejected proofs no longer exist. Gladys was only wearing the shell necklace in the rejected proof so at this point we don’t know what it looked like. The string broke afterwards. Mark is wearing his military style jacket that he received at Christmas.

Those Thursday Places – Higgins Armory

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Higgins Armory

Higgins Armory is located in Worcester, Massachusetts. The museum is the product of the lifelong obsession of one man. John Woodman Higgins was a prominent industrialist from the early 1900s who spent his life collecting medieval armor. Eventually his collection became so large that he built an entire building to house it. In 1931, this building was opened to the public as a museum. Many a school child from Worcester (and the surrounding area of central Massachusetts) experienced Higgins Armory as a field trip, often more than once. Since I consider Worcester to be my hometown, I definitely spent countless hours at the armory as a child (on more than one field trip or family outing). Higgins’ collection of medieval arms and armor is among the best in the United States. As I child, I did not realize what a privilege it was to visit this museum.

Grand Hall

Earlier this year, the armory announced that they would be closing their doors at the end of 2013. The costs of running the building are draining the endowment that Higgins created to sustain the museum. Over the years, the museum has expanded their programs. Today, it is definitely not the museum I experienced as a child. Some of the new features include a dedicated children’s room, program rooms and additional events including the occasional Viking battle and trebuchet contests. Since I knew the museum was due to close at the end of the year, it was one of my “must do” stops on my New England tour with my children this last summer. Although the building closes its doors on December 31^st, a deal was made with the Worcester Art Museum to allow the collection to remain on display. In January, the armory will begin the transfer and a new chapter in the Higgins Armory and John W. Higgins’ amazing collection will begin.

Knights fighting

Program on fight tactics

Swords on display

If you are in central Massachusetts, and you have the time before the museum closes its doors forever, take the time to check it out. The building itself is a marvel of Art Deco architecture.