Category Archives: World War II

Amanuensis Monday – June 27, 1942

Bonds build Ships. Buy More Bonds, 1943Artist: George Picken Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division

Bonds build Ships. Buy More Bonds, 1943
Artist: George Picken
Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division

The last week of letters has seen the arrival of my grandmother in Norfolk and her departure. We learned a few details from the time my grandmother was there. Some sea mines were released outside Virginia Beach and several boats were hit. The Kingston Ceylonite, a boat on loan from the British Navy, was sunk. My grandparents’ friend Dorothy Krull appears to have come along for the drive. A mouse was found in the closet of Mrs. Evans house, an alarm clock was set very early, one of my grandfather’s white suits was misplaced and Dr. Lentz borrowed my grandfather’s raincoat.

Most likely due to the success of the Battle of Midway in the Pacific, my grandfather was kept busy inoculating sailors and administering routine exams. A new level of anxiety seems to have been creeping into the letters. Several doctors received orders for shipping out, including ones who had arrived after my grandfather. Dr. Lentz received some phone calls and my grandfather was getting jittery whenever the phone rang. He expected to receive his new orders soon too. In one letter, he remarked that another doctor received orders to report to a new battleship in New Jersey. My grandfather thought that was a “pretty good” assignment.

Many of the letters contain details of just plain old, down and dirty, everyday life.  My grandfather’s adventures with laundry (which at times seem amusing to me) must have driven him crazy! I can’t imagine having to continuously buy new clothes because of a lack of clean ones. Updates on pay raises, allotments and money orders also grace this week in letters. There was also another mention of purchasing war bonds.

Today’s letter gives Dr. Cole his entrance into the story. Dr. Ira Cole was the attending physician during the birth of my father. I am intrigued by the obsession with my grandmother receiving enough vitamin B. While it is important today for pregnant women to receive sufficient B vitamins, I can’t help but wonder if my grandmother’s vitamin B regimen had something to do with the death of baby Michael in 1940.

We still have about three weeks more of letters before we hear my grandmother speak. I must tell you I am getting very impatient to hear her side of the story! It’s on my list of things to look forward to in 2013.

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Letter transcription:

Sat. P.M. (postmark June 27, 1942 8:30 PM)

Dear Mother,

Didn’t write early this A.M. because I wanted to see what your letters might contain but Lentz picked them up took them to the base and I missed him somehow so he still has my letters, he didn’t think that I was off this P.M. since I had the duty last night.

Had to get up once during the night a policeman dislocated his thum. Other than that the night was uneventful.

I was going to suggest that you take the money order you got the other day and apply it on a bond to keep the months record clean maybe you still can if you haven’t

(page 2) already this month. I would send some money home but I wait until after next Wed. – pay day, then send it all at once- I’m at the P.O. now. Came down town to pay the remainder on my clothing bill. I’m going on down town for a shopping tour to see if I can get some underware I’m supposed to get laundry today but I think I’ll just wait until Monday to be more sure.

Got a letter from Dr. Roberts yesterday he is still waiting, hasn’t heard for sure yet. He tells me that most of the fellows are gone or going around Watseka [Illinois].

(page 3) If you haven’t been to Dr. Cole yet you had better do so and I believe I’d stop getting shots from Dr. Math. He might feel rather hurt if you run up to to late and anyway Dr. Cole said he would come up if necessary. Get some unicaps from Art and take 2-3 each day. You should get enough Vit B. from those.

I realize this is rambling but there is lots of traffic thru here where I’m writing.

I’ll write in the A.M. again.

Love Daddy

 

Sunday’s Obituary – Samuel Albert Yegerlehner (1891-1944)

Obituary for Samuel Yegerlehner: Terre Haute Tribune, Wednesday May 3, 1944. p. 2

Obituary for Samuel Yegerlehner: Terre Haute Tribune, Wednesday May 3, 1944. p. 2

Samuel Albert Yegerlehner was my grandfather’s oldest brother. Samuel was the son of John Henry and his first wife Emma Harden. I don’t really know much about Emma Harden or why she died. She was the daughter of Henry and Melinda (Boleck) Harden. Emma and John Henry were married in Clay County on April 6, 1890. Samuel was born almost exactly one year later. Two years passed and then in 1893, at age 21, Emma died. I can only imagine the heartache experienced by my 26 year old great grandfather John Henry. Since John took over his father’s farm and his mother continued to live on the farm until she died, I can imagine that John had the support of his family to help take care of young Samuel. Three years following in 1896, John Henry remarried. John’s new wife, Lovina Schiele, by all accounts treated Samuel as one of her own. John and Lovina had six additional children, including my grandfather.

Samuel received an 8th grade education in one of the small rural county schools. He was married on January 31, 1915 to Esther Zurcher. The Zurchers were another Swiss German family that lived in Harrison Township who were also members of St. Peters German Reformed Church. In 1917, Samuel signed up for the World War I draft. I don’t think he actually served during the war. According to the 1930 census, Samuel was not a veteran so he most likely did not. Samuel and Esther had three sons, the oldest of which died in infancy.

Biography of Samuel & his wife Esther, from the Centennial booklet of St. Peter's Church, 1854-1954

Biography of Samuel & his wife Esther, from the Centennial booklet of St. Peter’s Church, 1854-1954

Samuel was a farmer, like his father. He had his own farm nearby his father’s land. I do not know if this was land he purchased himself, or a parcel his father had given him, or even perhaps something he might have inherited from his maternal grandfather Henry Harden. Samuel’s family did not inherit the Yegerlehner farm which went to his brother Clarence and his descendants.

Samuel was also active in his church, serving as a Trustee, Deacon and an Elder. According to his biography in the Centennial booklet of St. Peter’s Church, Samuel also helped take care of the church property, due in part to its proximity to Samuel’s farm.

Samuel died suddenly in 1944 while my grandfather was stationed at the Great Lakes Naval Base. I have not read ahead in the letters of my grandparents during this time so it is possible that there is mention of Samuel’s death. In fact, as I look through the letters there seems to be a gap for this period. There is a letter postmarked May 2, 1944 (the date of Samuel’s death) and then nothing for almost a month. I feel like I am jumping ahead in the story, and I don’t want to disturb the narrative.  To quote one of the sayings of a favorite science fiction character, she would at this point say “Spoilers!”

Samuel, his wife Esther, and two of their sons are buried at St. Peter’s Reformed Church Cemetery on the Owen county line.

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Letter transcription:

Thur P.M. 1715 (postmarked June 25, 1942 8:30 PM)

Dear Mother,

Just got home and have had a chat with Mrs. E. Dr. Lentz didn’t bring me home-he called and informed me he had other arrangements. Don’t know what’s cookin. He got a telephone call Tue Eve. Don’t know which one it was from.

The mail enclosed will probably be the last maybe some tomorrow-That makes $18⁰⁰ that has gone thru the mail this week.

I got your letter last night (wed) Glad to hear you made it OK and in such good time. I have the duty tomorrow and may not get a chance to write. I could

(page 2) write OK but the mail isn’t taken from the base after 1500 so that makes it the same if I write the next day.

Guess I’ll have to eat at Pearl Harbor this Eve. because its too far to walk any farther and I don’t want to spend .20 to ride the cars to + from eating.

I got three telephone calls this P.M. and on each of the three I expected orders, but nothing happened. One was about the allotment. They had made a mistake and they couldn’t make corrections so had to fill out another card. After one or two of those calls one get the jitters wondering where he’s going to land.

Well, so long until tomorrow

Love Daddy

Surname Saturday – Schiele

My grandfather’s middle name was Schiele. It was a common custom in the past to saddle a child with the maiden name of its mother as a middle name. My grandfather was the “lucky” child in the family who got Schiele as his middle name. Have I mentioned that my grandfather hated his name and preferred to be called “Jake”? My grandparents continued the tradition and gave my grandmother’s maiden name to my uncle John, hence John Foster Yegerlehner. I hope my uncle didn’t dislike his middle name as much as his father detested his.

Regardless, Schiele was the surname of my grandfather’s maternal grandmother. Schiele is German. My family always pronounced the name Shē – lē. Two syllables, both with long e. I have seen it spelled phonetically as Sheely in old census records and on Michael’s naturalization papers. I don’t really know what the name means or where exactly my Schiele family comes from in Germany. I found one definition for Schiele that is quite funny (or tragic) “one who was crippled; one who squinted.”¹ I picture some near-sighted Germans wandering about the forest, running into stuff. If you can’t see very well, I am sure you could very easily cripple yourself, walking into things.

Naturalization paper for Michael Schiele, Clay county, Indiana, 1866

Naturalization paper for Michael Schiele, Clay county, Indiana, 1866

All humor aside, my great, great grandfather Michael Schiele is a bit of an enigma to me. In many ways, he is one of my earliest and most prolonged brick walls.  Why? He is from Germany. His branch is one of the most recent branches of my family to land on North American soil and therefore, more difficult for me to trace. Until recently, there have not been many German records available to search, either in a library or online, and they are usually in German.  I have always wished that I knew how to read German, especially when one wants to read old German records. Michael also did me the disservice of dying before 1900.  So no death record! And so far, I haven’t been able to locate an obituary either. He did leave two biographies in Clay county history books which have provided me with a wealth of clues and some bread crumbs.

In The History of Clay County, Indiana by William Travis (1909), there is a very nice biographical sketch of Michael within the write up of his son, Reuben Jacob Schiele. In addition, the book’s section “Memoirs of leading and familiar home people” includes a separate biography just for Michael. These biographies are written after Michael’s death and they provide a lot of good information which I have mostly verified. Travis gives Michael’s birthplace as Wittenberg, Germany. Wittenberg is a city located in the Saxony area of Germany. The only problem is that other sources give Michael’s nativity as Württemberg which is located in the area now known as Baden-Württemberg in southern Germany.  These two cities are nowhere near one another and I have been told that there are also multiple locations that have used these names in the past.  Some even better and more tantalizing clues are in Charles Blanchard’s Counties of Clay and Owen, Indiana (1884). This biography gives information on Michael’s parents. It opens with “MICHAEL SCHIELE, farmer and stock-raiser, was born, November 2, 1831, in Germany, and was the fourth child born to Michael and Mary (Smith) Schiele, both natives of Germany”.  Oh woe is me! A SMITH! Schiele, Michael - Blanchard, 1884

I keep hoping someday that a database will come online with German birth and marriage records that will reveal more about my Schiele family (AND that I can read in English). I do know when Michael was born and I know the names of his parents. I know all the names of his children and grandchildren. For now, that is enough.

Notes:

  1. Meaning of the surname Schiele from http://surnames.meaning-of-names.com/Schiele/

 

Wed (postmark June 24, 1942 8:30 PM)

Dear Mother-

Hope you are home all OK. We just got home and pretty tired, had a big day we had to shoot 22 platoons this A.M. and there are about 84 men to each platoon and besides that there was near 400 to examine.

I got real “writey” last night – wrote to Uncle Wes and Mom. Lentz was catching up on his writing so I thought I’d do the same.

It really got cold here last night – had to get under cover but it warmed considerable today-Didn’t get any mail from home today. Hope you stop that as soon as you get there because I don’t like to

(page 2) have to send it back.

Lentz didn’t take my white suit-it was in a paper cover and we just missed it at least that is what he said. But he did take the raincoat.

We ate at the Famous Café last night the food was OK but the service was poor had to wait about one hour. Don’t know where we will go tonight. I just go along because I don’t do the driving.

I’m unusually hungry tonight so will ring off and get some eats-

Love Daddy

©2012, copyrighted & written by Deborah Sweeney

Dorothy Krull

Krull, Dorothy J. - Obituary, 1996

Obituary extraction from ObitArchive for Dorothy J. Krull, 1996.

It would appear that Dorothy Krull did make the trip with my grandmother to Norfolk. In fact, it appears that she might even have stayed in Mrs. Evans’ boarding house. I don’t know if my grandparents ended up getting a hotel room somewhere in Norfolk for the week or if Dr. Lentz was out of town for part of the duration, thereby allowing my grandparents to stay at the Evans house together in a room. What today’s letter does tell me is that Dorothy must have borrowed another resident’s alarm clock and there was a dead mouse left behind in the closet!

Dorothy Jane (Jackson) Krull was born July 8, 1908 so she was a couple years younger than my grandmother, but their oldest children were the same age. Dorothy’s oldest, Elizabeth “Betty” Krull was the same age as my Uncle John. They were in the same graduating class from Kent High School in 1848. On the 1940 census in Kentland, Indiana, Dorothy J. Krull was the wife of Nicholas P. Krull. They were the parents of three children: Elizabeth (9), Richard (8), and Nicholas, Jr. (5). According to the census, in 1935, the Krull family had been living in Oak Park, Cook County, Illinois. However, it appears that Nicholas grew up in Kentland, the son of Nicholas Krull, an immigrant from Germany. By 1940, Nicholas & Dorothy had returned to Kentland to stay.

As I sat at my computer attempting to track down Dorothy and her family, I came across the cemetery records for Newton County, in particular Fairlawn Cemetery. This is the cemetery where my grandparents are buried in Kentland. Much to my surprise, my grandparents and the Krulls are listed together, their burial plots side by side. They must have been very good friends indeed. Sadly I also discovered that Dorothy’s son Richard died soon after the 1940 census and Betty didn’t live very long either. She died in 1973, at the age of 43. Nicholas died in 1966. Dorothy lived another 30 years, dying in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1996. I found a very brief obituary for Dorothy through the ObitArchive. It really didn’t tell me a thing about her. I found a family tree on Ancestry that lists Dorothy and Nicholas, but does not list any of their children. I sent a message to the tree’s owner. Perhaps they know of or are related to the Krulls. I’m sure eventually I might come across a photograph of Dorothy. I think it is likely that among the photographs of my grandparents there are pictures of the Krulls, but they just are not labeled. Nicholas Jr. (or technically Nicholas III) would now be in his 70s and appears to have lived in the Arlington, Virginia area. I think it would be great to make contact with some of Dorothy’s family. Once my grandmother starts talking through her letters, Dorothy is mentioned quite frequently. I am sure we will get to know Dorothy a little better in the weeks and months ahead.


Letter transcription:

Tue 1700 (postmark June 23 8:30 PM 1942)

Dear Mother,

Hope you are home and OK by this time. You will note some mail that came again today. The letter from Mark is a little mixed up but I guess its OK.

Another Dr. got orders today. He has to report to New Jersey to a brand new destroyer. That to me seems like a pretty good assignment. He came in long after I did. In fact 3 or 4 of those that came in after me are already gone.

Don’t forget to buy the stamp for the windshield before July 1st.

We had a very hard rain last night, seemed to me as if it rained almost all night.

Mr. Ferneau told me to tell Dorothy he still had it in for

(page 2) her for setting his alarm clock so early.

I finally got that laundry today that is one bunch it was taken on the 11th so that was only 13 days. That will hold me now for a while at least, but I’ll have to get some more out right away.

Mrs. E. found a Dead Mouse in the closet in Dorothy’s room. She was very much put out because we didn’t tell her. She hasn’t said anything about a package you left as yet. You must write her thanking her etc. I think she will get as much kick out of that as anything.

Well, I’ll do better next time

Love Daddy

©2012, copyrighted & written by Deborah Sweeney

Kingston Ceylonite

Article on the blockades of the Chesapeake Bay due to mines and the sinking of the Kingston Ceylonite. Although it was written 3 years after the events, it provides a great summary of the events the week my grandmother was in Norfolk.

Article on the blockades of the Chesapeake Bay due to mines and the sinking of the Kingston Ceylonite. Although it was written 3 years after the events, it provides a great summary of the week my grandmother was in Norfolk. Click on image to enlarge for reading!

In today’s letter, my grandfather mentions an event that occurred during my grandmother’s time in Norfolk. On June 15th, the Kingston Ceylonite¹ was sailing off the coast of Virginia Beach in a convoy. She wandered into mine field and was sunk. The mine field had been laid out by the German boat U-701 four days earlier. The ship sank with 32 men going down, and only 18 survived. Two tankers and the USS Bainbridge were also hit but did not sink.²

It must have been an exciting week for my grandmother in Norfolk.

And a raise is always good news!

Letter transcription:
Mon Eve (postmark June 22 8:30 PM 1942)
Dear Mother,
Just a note – the day went on as usual – hot and a large number to examine. It is now 5:00 PM. And thundering like as if we might get some rain.
As yet the Dr. isn’t home he is back brought some of his clothes in – am sending you the mail that came today.
The long expected raise is now thru 21⁰⁰ per mo. I made an allotment for you today – $170 per mo. You won’t get it before Aug 1st however.
It has been definitely determined

(page 2) that the ships of V[irginia] Beach were sunk by mines so maybe the subs weren’t as near as we thought. They probably served the mines and let them drift in with the tide.
Lentz just came in so we’ll go eat. Don’t know where yet, but one of the old places I suppose. Hope you are still making it ok
Love Daddy

Notes:
1. Specifics on the Kingston Ceylonite http://uboat.net/allies/warships/ship/6368.html
2. Article from Wikipedia regarding Torpedo Alley of Atlantic coast during WWII here

Wordless Wednesday – Norfolk

Shhhh! I know it’s supposed to be Wordless Wednesday. Here are some pictures that I believe were taken in Norfolk in June 1942 when my grandmother came to visit. They all appear to be taken at the same location. Although my grandmother would have been almost six months pregnant, she is not really showing (and her clothes are doing a very good job disguising her bump. My dad was also a small baby. They appear to be having fun trying on all my grandfather’s various uniforms.

Roscoe in Khaki

Roscoe in Khaki

Roscoe in Dress White uniform

Roscoe in Dress Whites

Roscoe & Gladys

Roscoe & Gladys

Roscoe & Gladys. Roscoe is wearing his dark Navy coat with dress white pants

Roscoe & Gladys. Roscoe is wearing his dark Navy coat with dress white pants

Another shot in dress whites

Another shot in dress whites

Headshot of Roscoe

Headshot of Roscoe

Roscoe & GladysRoscoe in his White Dress uniforma

Roscoe & Gladys
Roscoe in his White Dress uniform

Travel Tuesday – Heading to Norfolk

As I transcribe and write today, I feel like I am ending the first chapter in my grandparents’ war story. During the past three weeks, my grandfather has begun his Navy service in Norfolk, Virginia. In this time, he has moved three times: his first nights in Norfolk were at the Navy Y.M.C.A., and then he moved briefly to Granby Street. He has acquired a roommate, Dr. Edmund Lentz, and the two doctors are living in the home of the chatty Mrs. Evans on Magnolia Avenue. My great uncle Jim has finished his basic training at the Great Lakes naval base and has also come to begin his service in Norfolk as a SeaBea in one of the naval construction companies.

The reason that I classify this post as Travel Tuesday is because my grandmother is about to begin her journey to Norfolk. Today’s two letters include last minute travel tips and directions from my grandfather. They eventually decided that she should drive the car down, partially because without the car in Norfolk, they wouldn’t be able to get around. I don’t know if we will ever find out who her traveling companion was, although it was most likely Dorothy Krull, a friend and neighbor from Kentland. Between mailing the car registration back and forth between Kentland and Norfolk, and finally acquiring some type of gasoline ration card, the trip is finally going to happen. I love my grandfather’s final instruction: Bring my swimming trunks along!

Since my grandmother was in Norfolk for a little more than a week, there were obviously no letters written during this time. When we pick up the story again, it will be near the end of June. The Navy was victorious in the Battle of Midway, and things are beginning to happen. My grandparents had a lot to talk about and discuss while they were together in Norfolk. Many of the letters will begin to have more cryptic statements. They definitely had a way of saying things, without saying anything at all (that would offend the censors). Loose lips, sink ships, or so they say.


Letter translation:

Tue Eve.

Dear Mother,

I’m in the car downtown waiting for Dr. L. to have some white suits altered. Hope the card etc. gets there ok. As I have said before I’ll be off Sat P.M. so if you could get here then it would be fine of course I know that you’ll have to be there Thurs. to hear John, but Sun would be a good day to look around.

Keep the gas tank full most of the time after you get into the rationing area because the stations close early and open late and then some may be out.

Let me know if you have time if Dorothy is coming so

(page 2) that I may make hotel reservations.

I didn’t get any letter today but got the extra one yesterday due to the air mail. I’ve sent the last two air mail-don’t know what connection they make.

It is only a short time before 6:00 P.M. and that is the time the mail leaves here for Cincinnata so will get this off.

Don’t hurry but get here as soon as you can.

Love Daddy


Wed Nite 10:00 PM

Dear Mother,

Just received your airmail special and thought I’d better write before so that you would get it before you come. I hadn’t written yet today because I thought you would be coming Fri and I didn’t think you’d have time to get it.

When you get to Washington come thru Richmond. It will be a little farther but you make better time and because you have fewer ferries to cross and less toll to pay.

When you get into town find Hampton Blvd and follow it until you come to Magnolia. Hampton is one of the main roads

(page 2) thru town. I can’t direct you definitely because there are two ferries and it would be different depending upon which ferry you took.

I guess you won’t be here then on Sat P.M. or Sun. It will be Ok, but that would have been time extra. I’ll not make any hotel reservations etc until you get here.

Well, see you when you get here

Love Daddy

Thurs A.M. Bring my swimming trunks along.

©2012, copyrighted & written by Deborah Sweeney

Amanuensis Monday – June 8th and June 9th, 1942

Over the last week, my grandfather has continued attempts to make contact with his brother-in-law Jim Foster. Between calling the base and writing letters, he has had no luck. Considering how many people were stationed in Norfolk in June 1942, it is not surprising. And it was about to get more crowded.

Battle of Midway; photograph from Wikipedia and belongs to the public domain

Battle of Midway; photograph from Wikipedia and belongs to the public domain

During the last week, the Battle of Midway was fought and won in the Pacific. I don’t know how much they told the men at home on the naval base about what was going on. My grandfather was certainly mum on that point. He does make a comment in the first letter I am posting today about whether my grandmother heard about their big day on the radio. I can only assume he was talking about the Battle of Midway.

I also enjoyed hearing about my grandfather’s landlady, Mrs. Evans. She was apparently quite the talker! Although it sounds like it was pretty miserable experience for my grandfather. After coming home from a long day working at the base, and not being able to have a moment’s peace would have driven me crazy. I had not expected to learn anything about my great, great uncle George this week. Another juicy genealogical tidbit to add to his file “chatty and often repeated himself”. We all know someone like that. By 1942, George would have been around 78 and near the end of his life. George died in 1949.

This week also saw the last of the letters from Uncle Jim for awhile as well as the one letter I have from my great grandmother Emma.


Today I am posting two letters since they are both short.

 

Letter transcription:

Mon Eve. (postmarked June 8, 1942 7:00 PM)

Dear Mother,

I’ll find out definitely about the gas card tomorrow. By the time this letter gets there I will have written you two others about that gas card. So will let it drop there for the time being.

We had a big day today and will have all this week-since the mass induction on Sunday which you heard on the radio if you were listening. I get mixed up on the programs since this is one hour earlier here.

Who is we that you are talking about coming down. You spoke of a lady who used to live in Norfolk and of course Dorothy has volunteered. So who do you

(page 2) mean?

There has been a storm in the west all P.M. but so far we have only gotten a sprinkle.

I’ve not been able to contact Jim yet. He has been transferred to Camp Bradford(?) which is a part of the base but still I can’t find him. I wrote him last Thurs and no answer. If he doesn’t get any more mail from home than from me he sure doesn’t get [?] from there-

Well, I’ll send the card back air mail and hope you get it in time to get here by Sat. noon but I guess you won’t start that soon-

Love Daddy


 

Tue 12:00 (postmarked June 9, 1942 (3:00 PM)

Dear Mother,

Enclosed find the necessary card-all you do is show this to the gas attendant. They don’t need to punch it for it is for an unlimited supply.

Heard from Jim this AM I’ve been trying to call him every day. He finally got my letter and wrote.

Will write more this Eve.

Love Daddy

©2012, copyrighted & written by Deborah Sweeney

Sunday’s Obituary – Ruth Elizabeth (Yegerlehner) Mutchler (1900-1983)

Mutchler, Ruth E. (Yegerlehner) - 1983As I sit down to write about my great aunt Ruth, I’m not sure what to write. Her obituary is so brief and it tells so little about her life as well as the fact that I don’t really remember her at all. One thing I do remember about her is her name – Ruth. You see, my family has an affinity for the name Ruth. It’s not like it has been purposely passed down from one generation to another. It is more as if, one Ruth is somehow attracted to another. My middle name is Ruth, so is my mother’s. That was a deliberate naming. My paternal grandmother also has Ruth as her middle name. My grandmother had two sister-in-laws named Ruth, one was her husband’s sister and the other the wife her husband’s brother. One thing that I do have to be careful about when transcribing the World War II letters is to make sure I reference the correct Ruth.  My grandfather’s sister was usually notated as Ruth M. because her married name was Mutchler. The two Ruths are mentioned rather frequently in my grandmother’s letters.  Case in point, I just emailed my dad to see if he could remember anything about his aunt Ruth. He replied “Which One?” When I was in high school looking over the Yegerlehner family tree, I remember counting how many Ruths there were in the family. It seemed like there were a lot. Ruth also named her daughter Ruth, but her daughter always went by her middle name.

I have read a couple short autobiographies written by my grandfather regarding his family. He always mentions his sister Ruth, usually in the context of being the sole female in a household of boys. There were 6 boys to 1 girl. He sympathizes with the plight of his mother and Ruth being responsible for cleaning up after all the men and boys in the house. For some reason, my grandparent’s generation seems to be devoid of females. My maternal grandfather didn’t have any sisters, and his father didn’t have any sisters either.

Ruth graduated from Clay City High School in 1918. She married John Earl Mutchler around 1923. The Mutchler family must have been very friendly with the Yegerlehner family. When my grandparents got married in 1929, Victor D. Mutchler was my grandfather’s witness or best man. Victor was John Earl’s younger brother. Victor and Earl’s older half sister was Lucinda (Mutchler) Steiner. Lucinda Steiner was best friends with my great grandmother Lovina Yegerlehner. The Steiner family and the Yegerlehner family lived near one another in Harrison township, Clay county. Both families also belonged to St. Peter’s Church, a small German Reformed Church in Clay City on the Owen county line. So I guess it is no surprise that Ruth Yegerlehner knew Earl Mutchler. Coincidentally, Lucinda Steiner also named one of her daughters Ruth.

When Ruth and Earl got married, Earl was already a widower. His first wife Edna Grace Ream (FindAGrave) had died in 1919 after childbirth along with their infant son (FindAGrave). Ruth and Earl eventually moved to Wilmington, Illinois. Earl worked as a mechanical engineer and a locomotive engineer for the Northern Illinois Coal Corporation’s strip mine in Wilmington¹. They lived there for many years. My father always remembered her at family reunions, he wrote “I always found Ruth to be kind, warm and with a sense of humor. I remember her laugh and her grin.” I figure she would have to have a sense of humor to survive growing up in a household of 6 boys!

Ruth and Earl had one daughter, Ruth Romaine. Earl died in 1964 (FindAGrave), leaving Ruth to survive him for almost another twenty years. Ruth is buried next to Earl at the Oakwood Cemetery in Wilmington, Illinois (FindAGrave).

Note:

  1. Short article on coal mining in northern Illinois (here)

Letter transcription:

Sun P.M.¹

Dear Mother,

Got your first letter off this A.M. but since Dr. Lentz is playing golf and I’m sitting in his car at the club house I’ll write more of the days happenings. He has been crazy to go swimming in the ocean so I took him up. We were in for almost 1 ½ hours. It wasn’t very rough but the waves were sometimes above our heads and the salt water got in our eyes, nose hair + ears. I rather enjoyed it but didn’t want to stay too long because of too much sun burn. I wanted to read but got sleepy and when one is around the house there is no rest. Mrs. E. keeps up a running conversation. It wouldn’t be

(page 2) so bad but it’s the same thing over and over again. Each time she tells the same things. Just like Uncle Geo.²

I don’t believe it would hurt you if you came in the car and took your time. We just won’t be able to look for anything unless we have the car and I can’t ask Dr. L. for his because he don’t want his tires etc. worn out by us. I’ll get some dope on the gas thing tomorrow and send the card back. I’m sure if you keeping asking ahead you will be able to find out where the gas rationing starts and be able to fill up. Then you  are allowed 3 gal. per wk without a card so the last 60 miles could be on that 3 gal. There shouldn’t be too much traffic most of the way unless you hit some of the larger towns. In case something does happen go to a hospital and call

(page 3) or wire me. You might bring the small radio, th my safety razor and a laundry bag. One of those we used to collect towels in at the office. You of course will have Dorothyᶟ or this other woman or some one drive you. I’d feel better if Floyd could drive you down. Will you have to take the kids over to someone or will they come to get them.

Harold Foulks told me Nate was in the dispensary. Well so am I. They don’t seem to make much fun about who you are or what. There are several Lt. come in the same place I am.

The P.M. rains we used to have are no more it hasn’t rained for same time. The grass is all brown and it is illegal to wash a car or water the lawns. The added construction and the increase in population has cut the water

(page 4) supply very low, in fact it has a muddy taste. It looks a little cloudy this P.M. but not too much like rain.

As quick as you decide definitely after you get the card back, what + when you are coming let me know and I’ll try to make some arrangements for you while you are here.

Well I’m about run down. Maybe a little later I can finish-

9:20 P.M. I’ve tried twice to call Jim and no success. In fact I’ve tried every eve this week and wrote him a letter and still no answer. He is still there but they can’t locate him.

I’m beginning to get pink from my sunburn and feel sorta hot all over. I’ll write more tomorrow eve Maybe I can send the registration card back

Love Daddy

Notes:

  1. This letter was written on the evening of Sunday, June 7, 1942 and was mailed the following morning. The Battle of Midway was being waged from June 4th through June 7th. The Battle of Midway “is widely regarded as the most important naval battle of the Pacific Campaign of World War II”. To read more about the Battle of Midway, click here. This battle influenced my grandfather’s impending future over the next few weeks.
  2. Uncle Geo. was George Yagerline, brother of Roscoe’s father John Henry. George lived in Indianapolis, Indiana. His branch of the family changed the spelling of Yegerlehner to Yagerline.
  3. Dorothy was Dorothy Krull, one of my grandparents’ friends and neighbors in Kentland

Saturday’s Surname – Foster

The Foster Family, by The American Genealogical Research Institite, 1973.

The Foster Family, by The American Genealogical Research Institite, 1973.

Many years ago I was given a copy of the book The Foster Family from the American Genealogical Research Institute. The book is copyrighted  1973 and it does not specify whether there were multiple printings or additions. I know the book was given to me by a well meaning relative but I don’t remember who at this point. The book has several chapters ranging from “the family name and arms”, “census of 1790” and “constructing the foster family tree”. And before you comment upon my lack of capitalization, I am copying straight from the book. Books like this are great for the novice genealogist, I guess. But even when I received the book, I already knew how useless it was for my own research. Books like this are mere grandiose summaries. They talk big, but they have no meat as they are comprised mostly of lists.  And since the book was written in 1973, much of the information is likely inaccurate and obsolete.

One fascinating aspect of the book is the first section “the family name and arms”. It gives a brief history of Europe, which starts laughingly with the collapse of the Roman Empire and the waves of Barbarians sweeping across Europe in the 4th and 5th centuries. Wow! Really, how does this help me trace my Foster family? The narrative continues with the Norman Invasion in 1066 and then engages in a mini lecture on the evolutionary nature of names. According to the book, Foster was originally Forrester. The title of Forrester was given by the Saxons to men appointed to guard the forests and to protect the Lord’s hunting rights. Over time the name Forrester evolved to Forster and then Foster. That may be, but how does that help me trace the lineage of one Gladys Foster, born 1905 in Terre Haute, Indiana. Frankly, it does not. There are multiple origins of the name Foster. What about those individuals who “fostered” children? Or, I like this French version “Shearer or scissors maker” from the Old French “forceter”. Regardless of the actual history of my Foster family, I am sure it has little to do with this pompous tourist brochure that now takes up precious space on my bookshelf. I guess it is good for a laugh or two.

Chart of the children of James B. Foster and Lydia C. (Dicks) Foster, in my grandmother's handwritting

Chart of the children of James B. Foster and Lydia C. (Dicks) Foster, in my grandmother’s handwritting

I was lucky enough to inherit a lineage chart that was written in my grandmother’s handwriting that traced her father’s family. The chart names all of my great grandfather’s siblings and his parents. Considering my grandmother never spoke about her father or his family, it is rather fortunate that the chart even existed. My great grandfather was James Edward “Ned” Foster whose father was James Benjamin Foster whose father was Benjamin Coates Foster. And that, ladies and gentleman, is the end of the line, the brick wall of my Foster family. I have traced the line back as far as my 3rd great grandfather, six generations. That’s decent by some standards, but not good enough by mine. I’ve hit that proverbial brick wall because of those early waves of western migration that brought young Americans from the coastal states to the new territories of Ohio, Indiana and Illinois and the lack of proper recordkeeping.

Benjamin Coates Foster was born April 13, 1797 in Pennsylvania. Yeah, Pennsylvania! No county, just Pennsylvania. On the 1800 census, there were 602,365 people enumerated in Pennsylvania. There were at least 68 heads of household with the surname Foster. (I got this figure from Ancestry so we also have to allow for entries misspelled in the index). The first time I can legitimately find Benjamin C. Foster on a document is his marriage on March 28, 1828 in Lawrence County, Illinois to Belinda Barker. He appears on the 1830 census in nearby Clark County, Illinois where he remained the rest of his life. In 1838 and 1839, there were several land purchases in Clark County. Benjamin can be found on the United States censuses for 1830, 1840, 1850, 1860, and 1870 in Clark County. I have also found him on the Illinois State censuses of 1855 and 1865. One of my favorite things that I learned about Benjamin from the 1850 and 1860 censuses is that Benjamin’s occupation was a tailor! For those of you that don’t know me, I am also a seamstress and pattern maker so it is nice to know that such things are in my genes. This is also why I like the French translation of Foster since it has to do with scissors.

Benjamin and Belinda were blessed with at least 9 children, of which only 6 survived to adulthood, and of those only 4 had children to pass on the genes, 2 were male, leaving my 2nd great grandfather James B. Foster the only child of Benjamin and Belinda to have any male children to pass on the surname of Foster.


I believe this is one of the last letters I have from Uncle Jim for awhile. It is good to know that eventually the brothers-in-law will meet up.

Letter transcription:

U.S.N.C. T.C. Camp Bradford, Ships Co. c/o Camp Allen, N.O.B. Norfolk, VA

Sunday 7 June 1942

Dear Sis-

Just today received a letter from Jake, he wanted me to meet him last night at the Y.M.C.A., mail is not so fast here as you can readily see, anyway I wrote him and I think we will be able to get together soon.

Please let me know when you plan coming for sure I will try to get two or three nights away if you want me to, if that won’t interfere with your plans, maybe we can have a grand party, or something. Anyway I will get to see you at least once, I am writing to find out if Thelma is going to get a vacation, if she does I will have her down here for a week or two. It won’t be in June I am most sure of that, but sometime later.

Hello John and Mark, you should see your uncle Jim in a sailor uniform.

Love Jim

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