Monday, May 9, 2022

Random Thoughts and Sounds of Spring today...

 

Out in the backyard, preparing to plant the garden...

The weeds have taken over our small beds and there are lots of weeds to pull...

The dog found the box of seeds and decided to pull them out one at a time... No, Bo!

The cats sneak past him.  They're his playmates but he's a giant of a dog and it's better to go unnoticed...

The rose was replanted.  I hope the Japanese beetles will not come back this year...

Lawn mowers are humming... So grateful for good neighbor-friends who mowed our lawn while our mower is being repaired...

Birds are singing...  I need to move the bird feeders... With all these cats... too dangerous for them... 

Bruce just came out...  To plant or not to plant...

The tomato plants he grew from seeds last Winter look really good...

Little shovel in hand he digs a hole to place the plant...

A ball hit the leather of a glove...  Bruce's head turns...  He looks into the direction the sound came from...

Like so many parents do every Spring, a man is playing catch with a child...

Oh the memories...

Baseball filled our family life...  Memories of Little League games came flooding...

Not just for Bruce but for me too...

The man shouts out advice...  Bruce shakes his head...

It's ok Bruce...  It's more than teaching baseball...

It's making life lasting memories...

He's watering the freshly planted tomato plants...  A kink in the hose...  The nozzle comes off...

I run to turn off the water...  I forgot the dog and he darts out...

He's a big silly young dog full of energy and curiosity...

He likes running free...  Not today, Bud...

He has no idea of dangers around him.  I stop a car as Bruce runs behind him with a leash...

We're no Spring chickens any more...

Bo stopped to smell the neighbors' yard... Come back, Bo...

Let's go home...


Sunday, November 28, 2021

In 1937

I periodically do a random search for my grandfather online, hoping newspaper articles will become available to tell me more about his bike racing days.

There was a BIG picture of him in their front bedroom upstairs.  My nephew found a copy of this quite by chance as he met a descendant of the company Bonpapa ran for: Bury.  I miss him...

Today I came across such new information.

In 1937, Leon Drossart, 22, ran in the Tour de Belgique as an "Independant".

The status of "Independant" allowed amateurs of a certain caliber to compete against professionals as they gained experience. 

The Tour of Belgium for "Independants" was organized yearly between 1911 and 1964, except during the war years (14-18 and 40-45)

In 1937, the race covered 1,729km (1,074 miles) in a period of 10 days: from June 17 to June 27.  They estimated the average racing speed at 35.233 km/h (just under 22m/h).

Of 186 who registered, 162 participated.  Only 34 were classified.  It was nice to see his name among them: #30.  He came in 2h 48' 04" behind the winner Maurice Clautier.

So it took him 51h 52' 27" to cover 1,074 miles by bike...  

He often told us about the difficulties he ran into when he raced.  Flat tires had to be repaired on site. Nobody to help or to just hand you over a fresh bike...

I am pretty proud that he dared to win.  Though he fell short, I have no doubt it was an invigorating and exhausting experience.  Imagine the crowds lined up along the roads cheering for their favorite racers.

He began a professional career in 1938 so he likely had been racing for at least a couple of years already. Oh that I could go back and ask him...  now I have questions and nobody to answer them...

The race was broken down into smaller stages.

The first leg of the race was
- Brussels - Genk: 177 km - In 9th place a peloton of 29 bikers came in together...  was he one of them?

- Genk - Antwerpen: 205 km

- Antwerpen - Oostende, 175 km

- Oostende - Morlanwelz, 188 km

- Morlanwelz - Paliseul, 175 km

- Paliseul - Neufchâteau, 36 km CLM

- Neufchâteau - Luxemburg, 170 km

- Luxembourg - Liege, 208 km 

- Liege - Pont-de-Loup, 185 km

- Pont-de-Loup - Brussels, 210 km 

That's a lot of pedaling!

Sorry, I could not close the loop with Google maps (=  The map indicates a lower number, but it's likely because the roads are different today than they were 84 years ago.

I wonder if he stopped by the bakery where my grandmother worked when he reached Brussels...

So many questions still but today I gained a little appreciation for something he did...

Final Results :
1. Maurice CLAUTIER in 49h04'23"
2. Albert Dubuisson at 38" behind first
3. Joseph Van Kerckhoven at 7'54" behind first
4. Théo Van Oppen at 9'21" behind first
5. Frans Gahy at 11'55" behind first
6. Jan Staeren at 12'12" behind first
7. Oscar Giltay at 17'43" behind first
8. Rémi Rayen at 36'15" behind first
9. Robert De Bloem at  41'49" behind first
10. Maurice Houfflin  at 47'18" behind first
11. Joseph Torfs at 47'23" behind first
12. Albert Jacquet (Fra) at 47'58" behind first
13. François Van der Motten at 53'17" behind first
14. Oscar Joly at 56'17" behind first
15. Jan De Clercq at 59'24" behind first
16. André Hallaert at 1h00'56" behind first
17. Amado Feduzzi (Ita) at 1h02'45" behind first
18. Pascal Boelen at 1h06'58" behind first
19. René Van Hove at 1h07'21" behind first
20. Auguste Dejonckheere at 1h15'35" behind first
21. Frans Van Ransbeeck at 1h23'25" behind first
22. Antoine Reuten at 1h31'48" behind first
23. Frans Pauwels (Hol) at 1h42'32" behind first
24. Joseph Dominicus at 1h53'49" behind first
25. Georges Van der Gucht at 2h07'42" behind first
26. Victor Meuleman at 2h11'14" behind first
27. René Belsack at 2h11'17" behind first
28. Jules Raes at 2h40'49" behind first
29. Jan Janssens at 2h41'54" behind first
30. Léon Drossart at 2h48'04" behind first
31. Riccardo Masutti (Ita) at 3h06'04" behind first
32. Henri Borry at 3h49'37" behind first
33. Jean Drion at 3h54'39" behind first
34. Edouard Delizée at 5h 07' 55" behind first


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The Great Flood of 1913

 Back in 2006 I was privileged to attend a meeting of the Miami County Genealogical Society where Ron Withers gave a presentation on the great flood of 1913.

The images of the devastation in Louisiana in the wake of Hurricane Katrina brought these images to mind and what just happened with Hurricane Sandy in New York and New Jersey brought it all back.
I kept notes during the meeting and sent this summary to interested people.  I would like to share them with you today.

President Obama just declared the area a major disaster area, enabling states to have access to relief otherwise not available.  28 dead so far, 5 million without power, millions of dollars of damage,...  This event will change a lot of lives for a long time... The snapped crane is still dangling from the top of the luxury building under construction. People displaced all over the East...  What a night!

Not trying to diminish the situation in the East, just pondering on how much things would have been had the devastated cities of Indiana received the kind of help that is available today...  I suppose some people will say it's the law of nature to weed out the weak...  mmm... I beg to differ.

Again, meaning no disrespect, this disaster reminds me of the economy changing flood that struck Peru in 1913.  I wrote this on March 24, 2006.


"Between March 24, 1913 and March 27, 1913, 6" of rain fell on Peru, and send the river water rushing down its streets at speeds of 20mph, tearing everything on its path and drowning Peru's hopes for a bright future.
  It can be said that Peru never really recovered from it.
  
  Before the flood of 1913, Peru was a busy town, full of activity, jobs, with its 15,000 inhabitants, 100 factories, a trolley service, railroads, a new hospital (Duke's), circus (which employed 1000 people on the road), a new concrete bridge (largest of its kind in the world at the time).
  Peru's boon benefited the surrounding communities as well.
  
  There had been other flooding episodes in Peru.  The East side was particularly prone to this problem.  After the floods of 1904 and 1907, people had found ways to raise their homes but that would not matter in 1913 as the high water mark would reach between 6-7 feet, leaving debris in high tree branches as a witness.
  (while Ron was taking 'now and then' pictures of a house, the owner told them he had wondered how he could have found 3 in of dried mud on the ceiling of his newly bought house)
  
  It had been a wet winter. The ground was already soaked. Easter rains caused enough concern that churches cancelled Sunday services.
  Ebert Shirk owned a furniture factory right on the Wabash and he was quite concerned about its safety.  He put his workers to building a temporary dam to keep the river from invading the manufacture and it worked for a short while.
  
  Normally the Wabash flow is between 8,000 to 10,000 cubic feet per minute.  In 1913, the water flowed at the rate of 118,000 cubic feet per minute!
  It not only carried off the planks from Ebert Shirk's factory, it was strong enough to knock houses off their foundation and carry them downstream.
  As planks floated down river, they got caught on the new bridge and soon stacked into a barrage that diverted the water onto the city streets.
  
  By Monday afternoon, storm sewers were spewing river water.  Some people evacuated to higher ground but many decided to ride out the storm.
  Within an hour the water was knee high and soon after that evacuation stopped altogether due to the rush of water.
  By evening the utilities stopped services.
  People were already without heat, as basements and first floors were flooded.  Now there was no drinking water.
  People were trapped.  SO were the animals.
  Ben Wallace's circus animals were in grave danger.
  Situated at the confluent of the Mississinewa and the Wabash, the Circus Winter Quarters were submerged as the two river became one.
  The caged cats drowned.  So did the one Bengal tiger that escaped.  He jumped in the water and drowned too.  8 horses drowned too.
  The shackled elephants had to be freed but even after being freed they would not leave, too panicked by the cold wind.  Nellie saved one of the trainers and got him to safety but returned to where the other elephants were. They made it to the house but would not go to higher ground.  5 elephants died.  3 floated away down river. One got tangled up by the bridge too.
  (As a side note, Ron tells of this businessman who bought the elephant carcasses after hearing of their deaths, and had them disinterred 3 weeks later, to have them skinned...!!! and their feet cut off to use as sun-umbrella(?) stand!!!)
  Ben Wallace tallied his losses to $150,000 (1913 figures), while Ebert Shirk's losses amounted to $250,000 (1913 figures)
  The total loss for Peru is estimated at $3,000,000 (1913 figures)
  Some people lost everything they had.
  
  Remember, there was no insurance, and no FEMA to rescue or help you recover...
  However communities came together to help each other.
  Once word reached them out of the situation in Peru, Rochester and Warsaw offered their boats to help rescue stranded people.  And they did this in spite of the torrential rains and snow...
  A $1,500 donation was made on the spot and a train of relief supplies was prepared.
  On Wednesday a big snow storm added to the trouble, but the rescueing went on.
  Michigan City also sent rescuers.
  The trains could not get right into Peru but delivery continued to come in.
  Rescue boats worked non-stop.
  Ron name two whose outstanding work was not unnoticed:
  - Sam Bundy, a 32y old Miami Indian, whose boating skills were welcomed.  He worked non-stop for 57 hours and rescued an estimated number of  162 to 325 people.  When he was done, he only asked to be able to have a cup of coffee and some sleep.
  - Red May was not quite as lucky.  His efforts saved the lives of 200 people but he drowned trying to save the lady who had caused his boat to capsize with all its passengers.
  The unforgiving waters were 15 to 20 feet deep.
  Another Ron names by name is Mr Baldwin, who is said to have saved 120 lives.  Who is he?  Ron would love to find out more about this individual.  If the name sounds familiar, let me know and I will get you in touch with him right away.
  
  In all, 11 people drowned in the flood.  Forgive me for not having taken this down fast enough... )=
  The total death toll reached 10 however after counting those who died of exposure shortly after.
  
  Ron mentioned Rochester earlier in the presentation.  He back-tracked a bit to show that people knew what was really important.  Rochester and Peru had professional baseball teams and they were arch-enemies on the field, but they prepared a "Peru Day" after the flood.  Rochester's population swelled to 30,000 that day!
  
  He also explains how South Peru and Peru had been separate entities before the flood.  South Peru being 'nicer' than Peru.  With the Broadway Bridge washed out, there was need to rebuild. They talked it over and finally agreed only to discover they need the approval of the War department beforehand... They got it BUT they had one more barrier... it would require an act of Congress to allow the rebuilding...
  Eventually they got it.
  In the meantime, two weeks after the flood, they had already built a foot bridge and 6 weeks after the approval of Congress, they had the new bridge up and running.
  
  In spite of newspaper reports that disease and death was rampant in Peru, there was no case of typhoid fever as vaccination was made available immediately.
  The Fire Dept pumped out people's basements.
  By the end of April, Peru was running business 'as usual', minus the businesses whose owners decided to leave for fear of another such disaster.
  
  Sure makes one appreciate the Mississinewa Dam, that's for sure!!!
  
  I took notes as Ron gave the presentation but I could not keep up.
  Neither does this summary give you the full spectrum of what he said.
  He has hundreds of anecdotes and of course unpublished pictures we got to see.
  
  One of you asked what impact the flood had on the Miami Indian community. Ron is hoping to get more answers from the Miami Indians soon.  Maybe then he can tell us more.
  
  One story he told was about this horse stranded on the bridge unable to go anywhere for 2 days, without food.  A man took pity on it and figured out a way to get food to it and it survived.
  
  Another one is of a family who managed to get themselves to safety in the 2nd story of the ice cream factory and survived on cone wafers for 4 days, then to their delight discovered a box of dried meat... only it was not really the sort they'd have eaten at any other time...
  
  This was a wonderful presentation!!!
  
  Maybe you will have the chance to hear him sometimes.
  Otherwise maybe he will publish his study.  It sure will be well worth reading!
  
  Hope you got something out of this report!"


To my knowledge, Ron Withers has not published the book.


My thoughts and prayers go to those living this nightmare right now.

I hope things can get back to normal soon for them and that people will continue to rally to President Obama's call for neighbors to help neighbors across the nation. 

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Sorting Out the WHELCHELs

I hope you will bear with me as this is a means for me to sort things out since nobody wants to hear me think it through out loud.

While transcribing the letters Stanley Safford wrote his mother during WWII, I tried to figure out who was who in the picture albums left behind so that I could add them to illustrate the text whenever possible.
It was rather rewarding to become s much more familiar with otherwise names without faces that we had heard thrown around in the conversation.

Grace Whelchel is my mother-in-law's mother.  She's the one who at times reminds me of Amelia Bedelia, not that she was clumsy or anything, just the way she dressed.
She was the oldest daughter of Cora Hartwell and Francis Marion Whelchel but she was not the eldest.  Loyd was three years older than Grace.  We didn't hear much about him though other than his daughter, Frances Whelchel, was my  mother-in-law's best friend.  Frances was born in between Stanley and Muriel so was almost like a sister to both of them in a way.


The other sibling we heard more about was Aunt Nina, the lady who more or less mentored Muriel and had hopes for her to pursue a modelling career.  Nina and her husband Bill Baker never had any children and so their large fortune was divided between their numerous nieces and nephews upon their deaths.

Oh and there was Aunt Eileen...  the one who stayed close to their mother in spite of all the feuding.

Those were not too hard to keep track of but there were twice as many names or more in just that group of children as Cora bore Francis 11 (eleven) children:
- Edwin Loyd Whelchel (married twice: 1 Esther Johnson, mother of Frances; 2 Fern Parker, mother of Robert Lloyd)

- Arthur Marion Whelchel (died as an infant)
- Grace Hazel Whelchel (married Wayne Safford - 2 children: Stanley and Muriel)
- Gladys Isabel Whelchel (married Roy Burton - at least one daughter Velera Louise)

- Nina Estella Whelchel (married Bill Baker, no children)

- Victor Clifford Whelchel (died at age 7)

- infant
- Clair Griswold Whelchel (married a Jean - )

- Eileen Blanche Whelchel (married Charles Lane - no children)

- infant
- Clell Wilbur Whelchel (married 3 times: 1. Helen Blume, mother of Clell Wilbur Jr; 2. Judith A Benkert; 3. Marianna Bew)


BUT Francis Marion Whelchel was a widower when he married Cora in 1895, and not only did he have a son from the previous marriage, his first wife, Eliza Jane Butler, but she had been married before she married Francis (to a John Chipman) and had two sons and maybe a daughter too from that union.  So Francis brought with him - at least that's how I explain the additional names in the pictures - 3 boys and a daughter to be raised by Cora, I'm assuming.
- Claude Chipman
- Clyde Chipman
- Evelyn Chipman
- Fred Whelchel

I haven't done much research on these guys as I am just now figuring this out.

In his letters, Stanley referred to an Aunt Mayme but I could not fit her anywhere, well...   She was Fred Whelchel's wife!
Another letter found, this one was written to Grace by Mae Chipman, Clyde's wife talked in length about the sad life she was living with him.  And she mentioned Fred and Claude and Evelyn as well.

Now let's add to the mixture the fact that Cora's mother was also married three times herself and had children with all three husbands.
Cora was the oldest, born in 1875 to James Willis Hartwell and Isabella Griswold.

Isabella was not married long to Cora's father before they divorced, as in 1879 she married Charles H Wilde with whom she had a son, George Henry Wilde, the following year.

Charles died in 1884 and so Isabella was left raising the two kids.
Luckily none of these two husbands had children from a previous marriage though that would not be the case for the third, William Henry Matthews whom she married in 1890.  William Matthews was a widower.  He and his first wife Nettie had one son Archibald "Archie" Matthews.  Isabella added two more sons to his brood: Ralph and Elmer Matthews.

George Wilde was married twice: 1. Menella Pemberton gave him 5 kids: Clarence, Paul, Louis Allen, Ruth E and George Henry Wilde Jr.; 2. Olive May Hodgins

Ralph Matthews married Bernice Lila Ogden who gave him 6 kids: Elton, Carl, Dorothy, Willard, Grace and Dean Matthews.

Are you still with me?...  No wonder Muriel said there were lots of cousins to divide up Aunt Nina's money into...  Still haven't figured out Aunt Maibelle though and let's not talk about the elusive Aunt Irene (Stevens) we never did find...

Anyway, this goes to show... Today's generation has not invented anything in creating chaotic family ties, but what I find most interesting is the close bonds that remained between these siblings, half siblings, etc.
They kept in touch, they helped each other, sometimes to their own detriment as some more letters have shown. They fought but they stayed in touch, even if the correspondence was not very regular.

What else did I learn? I learned to better understand the dynamics of my mother-in-law's family.  She might have had some pointed opinions, whether right or wrong, she never had any trouble voicing them, but she never pushed away a family member who needed her help, who would ask.  Was that a thing her generation learned from their parents and the Big Depression.  They didn't have much but they shared what little they had so another would not go without.
We live in a disposable society that could take great lessons from that generation...  We already have the crazy relationships down pat...

on the right holding her baby Clell is Cora, left of her is Grace Whelchel... not sure about the rest...  feel free to contact me if you know who everyone is...
If you're still with me, and you are a member of our family, I hope this will help clarify a few things for you as it did for me...

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Oreo Remembered

It is hard to believe it was over 14 years ago that you entered our lives.  Which one of the kids brought you home making us believe you followed him?  Jon, I think, or maybe Richard.  Those two always brought animals home...  But you stayed...  You became our old German shepherd's best buddy and revived him in his old age.  You would never stay in the back yard, always finding ways to jump out.  And it might as well have been as when you didn't run away to find company, company came to find you!  i will never forget the day when we found two strange dogs in the backyard wanting to court you... ah ah...  we soon remedied that and you slowed down a bit but you were never cured of your love of roaming free and any chance you got you took.
You never went far.  You always came back to our front porch, to the poor mailman's great distress.  More than once I had to stop him after he passed our house because you were sitting there guarding the porch from any intrusion... him included...
Odie went the way of all old dogs eventually and you were left alone but Melanie and Joe came to the rescue and brought you another German shepherd to be friends with:Triton and after first pushing him away you accepted him as your son and raised him.  The two of you in the backyard...  One thing you were never able to teach Triton was to run away though...  he brought in his own type of trouble... and I'm not sure you didn't teach him that too as I caught you more than once scratching at the back door...
But Triton was only on loan, so after Melanie and Joe took him home, you were alone once more.
Still it was not very long until Jon brought home another puppy... 6 weeks old Max, found in a dumpster with his siblings...  oh how you despised him at first, growling at his futile attempts to nurse on you...  but you always had a good heart and you raised him and taught him ALL your tricks... oh yes, don't think I didn't know... I watched you coax him to jump over the fence...  and once he had had a taste of freedom, it was hard to keep him from running off...  Oh Oreo...
Before Melanie graduated from High School you had a permanent spot on her bed.  She was your whole world and when they came for a visit in those days, you would nuzzle your way to her and showered her with attention.  But she really could not take you home with her.  Besides by then they also had another dog because Triton was lonely for you...  It was quite hectic dealing with these new additions.  You hated Sammy and Triton would try to best Max, so we had to alternate you two in and out of the house with Sammy and max who got along fine.  Sammy was actually much more motherly towards him than you were, but that's ok...
Eventually Max took a bride, Zoey (thanks to Jon and Brandon) and together they produced Lucy...  And you took it all in stride.
You didn't run away very often any more but when you had the chance you took it... Pushing the gate open and setting all four of you into the streets of Peru...  How many times have I stayed home for fear you would run off while I was gone?!
A few days ago Jon noticed something nasty in your mouth and we hoped it would heal itself but by last night it had doubled in size and smelled horribly bad.  I took you to the Veterinarian this morning knowing full well there was a chance he would tell me it was cancer and that the cure was worse than the disease at your age.  You had been breathing so painfully for the past few weeks.  It all became clear.
When I came home alone this morning, my heart was heavy because I didn't let anyone else say goodbye to you but I didn't want you to be scared.  I didn't want you to have time to figure out what was going to happen ahead of time.  The doctor gave me the choice but it seemed like it would be more cruel to you.
You trusted me and you trusted the doctor who had taken care of you many times before.  I put my head close to yours and whispered softy in your ear that everything was going to be ok and that you were going to soon feel much better.  It was quick.  You didn't show any sign of pain before your spirit was released to roam free again, this time in fields much sweeter than those on Earth and I hope with all my heart Odie and Kei and Luke were there to greet you.

It was not easy but it was better to let you go...  You were a big part of our lives and will always be part of our family, Oreo...  Thank You for being patient with us and teaching us to love you (grouch and all). 
We miss you already...  Max, Zoey and Lucy wonder where you are...  I wonder how many times Lucy will take me to the backdoor to make sure you are not left outside... 
We will see you again some day but for now it's goodbye...

Monday, November 7, 2011

Ripples...


Last week, as I was doing some research for The Belgian Researchers' Obituaries project, I came across the name of Fernand DuBois, whose daughter, Renee lived in Kokomo, Indiana where he had spent the summer in 1950.
The obituary peaked my curiosity about Renee. And this is how I found this wonderful October 7th, 1946 Kokomo Tribune article, "Belgian War Bride Quick Convert to American Football Enthusiasm".
It explained how she had become a quick football enthusiast and went into detail about her origins and her first weeks in Kokomo.
She had met her then future husband, Captain William Linkhorn, in October 1944 in Liege, while he was visiting the city. Although she had a degree in Pharmacy from the Universite de Liege, she turned to teaching languages and became instrumental in establishing a French program for adults at the Indiana University's Kokomo campus and a conversational program for school aged children (grades 4-7) in 1952, which she taught until she moved away to Mansfield, Ohio, where she continued teaching French.  It looks like she moved away from Ohio again as her husband's obituary places them in Cape Cod in 2007.

What really caught my attention however is the fact that she attended the Lycee Leonie de Waha !
How amazing it is that although we will likely never meet, we have shared experiences that bind us as though we had...  We have walked the same hallways...  We have opened the same doors...  We have followed a similar path that brought us both here...  We both became involved in teaching French...
Our children grew up 100% Americans, with whom we can never really share these hallways, doors, these experiences in the same way...

I wonder where the many young women who graduated from the Lycee over the years are leaving a legacy, where they made their mark on the world, as we all do.  Some are never mentioned anywhere again but their influence is felt for generations all the same!