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Thursday, November 12, 2015

A Post War Trip to Switzerland

In honor of Veterans Day, I thought I'd share bits from a letter my grandfather, Harold Barber, wrote to his mother, Helen Ecklund on August 26, 1945 from the 34th Infantry Headquarters in Cividale, Italy.  I'm just sharing bits because the letter is 10 pages, single spaced typed.  *whew!*

Harold was part of the 34th Infantry Division (Red Bull Division) and was involved in the campaigns in Naples, Foggia, North Apennines, Po Valley, Rome, and Arno.

This letter was written in August after the war ended.  Mussolini was executed in April of 1945 with the German forces in Italy surrendering soon after.  Hitler was dead by the end of April as well and V-E day was declared on May 8, 1945.
Davos, Switzerland
(Not a family photo, I couldn't find any of his photos but this is from a 1940s postcard)
This letter mainly details his 8 day trip to Switzerland for a short holiday.  Excerpts from his letter will be in italics.   It amused me some of the details he included in his letter.  But, I suppose it was to his mother and he was answering the age old question that he did have clean underwear.
The night of 14th August...I and two others from Division Headquarters (Joe De Voss and Charlie Bishop) went to Casual Company.  We stayed there overnight, sleeping on the floor (and I only had one blanket with me), getting up the morning of the 15th at five o’clock and eating breakfast (I had coffee and bread and peanut butter) and after breakfast getting a copy of our orders (I’m sending a copy of them for scrap book), loading on the trucks (twenty-five men to a truck and fifty men all told or two trucks) and we were crowded beyond adequate description for such a long trip.  We left Casual company at six o’clock, going back through Cividale, to Treviso, to Venice, to Padova, to Verona (we stopped outside of Verona to eat cold “C” Rations for lunch), to Brescia, to Bergamo, and finally to Milan – arriving in Milan at the Swiss Leave Hotel, 13 Via Bonaparte at four-thirty that afternoon – or a ride of almost three hundred miles totaling ten hours (a half hour off for lunch at noon). (Try riding for ten hours sitting up on wooden seats in a crowded truck)....
[We] went to the hotel and up to the fifth floor to our room where we left our bags (I had an extra suit of OD’s, underwear, socks, etc, toilet articles, smokes, film, camera, and raincoat).  
It was also interesting to read about his love of things from back home, especially Coca-cola:
[W]e (the three of us) went out to the Red Cross Club and between the three of us we drank seventeen cokes, Joe and I drinking most of them.  
And again later in the trip, when in Einsiedeln:
That night we sent down the street a little ways and went in where there was dancing, etc, and we found that they had Cokes, so we had two apiece – boy, Cokes in Switzerland after all this time, was quite a surprise – but good.  
 He took quite a bit of time explaining the trains and had sent a map with his route marked out back to his mother as well.  But some of the train talk is quite interesting:
Note between Airolo and Blasca there are four dotted loops in the rail line – they are tunnels that are made just as the loops  show – built through solid rock inside the mountains and curving around in a circle, and as the loop of each tunnel curves it winds up inside the rock mountain so that when you come out of the tunnel you are higher up than when you entered the tunnel – the tunnel actually crossing itself farther up in the mountain.  It was about the only way the rail line could get from the lower level to a higher one because of the mountains.  It seemed strange when you would be riding inside the mountain in the tunnel, only slightly sensing that you were turning either to the right or left depending on which way each tunnel turned and the same time going up or down grade depending on which way you were going then emerging at the other end of the tunnel and if you were going up in the tunnel then looking down when you came out and seeing where you went into the tunnel just almost below you or vice versa if you were going down.
He described some of the food they had (that wasn't cold "C" rations):
After a brisk walk we arrived at the hotel in the center of town [Davos-Platz] and at the desk was given Room #4, and took our things up to our room, washed and shaved, put on ties, and at seven o’clock went down to dinner (or supper), which it being a meatless day, consisted of soup, a sizable bit of fish prepared with French dressing, beer if you wished, vegetables, salad, and dessert (the food here was all delicious, and in all the while the tour lasted we didn’t have two kinds of soup that were the same – however, for breakfast we only had bread, butter, and coffee at all places – but the other meals made up for the breakfasts – they were all very good and appetizing at every meal except one at Braunwald on a meatless day, however it was the exception to the trip).
They went shopping for souvenirs (I actually think I remember the music box he describes)(edit 11/12/15 - I posted this story and my Mom forwarded me the picture of the music box!):
The Music Box 
 Jock got himself a 135 Franc watch (Omega I believe) for 95 Francs and a Parker 51 Fountain pen – and Joe finally decided to get one for his wife (it makes a rather large hole in ones Francs to buy a watch, so one hesitates to buy one on that account) – I didn’t get any, mainly as I already had a good one from the PX (the $50 one).  Then we sopped around some more and I got a wood-carved music box in the shape of a house (looking at it from the front, on top of the roof, on the right side in front, on the roof is a little knob which moves from one side to the right to open the top of the house) – I’m sending it in a day or two, along with some other things (handkerchiefs, folders, etc). 
There was also some partying going on in Davos-Platz (but no dancing, naturally)...
 We spent the day being in the hotel room, looking around the town, and that night after dinner we (Jock too) got together in the ballroom again and made the most of enjoying ourselves with Johnny Walkers Scotch and soda at 4 ½ Francs, which is rather expensive, but it was well appreciated nevertheless.  I didn’t do any dancing, naturally, but Jock and Joe had a few dances, with Charlie sitting them out with me – we ended up the evening with myself going to bed first about one o’clock and the others staying until the last dog was hung....
The next day, our last day there...we didn’t do very much, mainly as the day was Sunday, but rather just more or less loafed around taking it easy until that night after dinner when Joe, Charlie and I went into the ballroom again and proceeded to have a good time by starting out with Scotch and soda (Charlie didn’t drink), having two in the beginning of the evening, and then I went and inquired of the guide if they had champagne, light or dark, and the price per bottle, and was informed that light (forget the name) was 16 Francs a bottle so ordered a bottle.  The waitress brought a nice sized bottle to our table in an urn (Sterling Silver I think) on ice and after about five minutes, giving it time to chill, she came back and opened it and Joe and I proceeded to try it out to the point of having a little over four glasses each when the bottle ran dry, so I ordered another which we eventually exhausted that also, and by the time we arrived at the end of the second bottle both of us were in a slightly (mind you I say slightly) intoxicated state, but well under control, but having a very enormous good time ( the champagne was the best I’ve ever had).  When the second bottle of champagne was void of liquid content it was nearly two o’clock so as a last item on the alcoholic program for the evening we each had another Scotch and soda, during which time we became slightly better acquainted with a very good looking girl sitting at a table next to us with four or five other girls and one fellow and finally got her address – Joe her home address – I her address where she works in Zurich.  We finally got to bed that evening about three-thirty with a fine feeling and the end of our stay at Davos (we were leaving the next morning) – so be it.
 His reassurances to his mother of his still-under-control-insobriety after two bottles of champagne and 3 scotch and sodas did give me a giggle.  This evening was also a bit much because this is his description of the next night:
We didn’t do much that day because of the rain, and after dinner that evening we went down to where the bar was and had a bottle of lemon soda each (we hadn’t been feeling too good that morning – sleepy as all get out) and then each a dish of ice cream, and after that I went to bed – don’t know what time the other fellows came to bed as I was sleeping whenever they came in.
 He describes cable car rides up mountains and window shopping in Zurich.  The Cathedral in Einsideln and a steamer ship ride on Lake Luzern.
To sum up the tour – it was one of, and the best, most enjoyable trips I’ve ever taken, with a continual change of scenery, mountains continually all around, lakes, snow, and excellent meals and accommodations.  The people were very friendly and helped to make our trip just that much more a good time.  The country is healthy, clean, and not effected too much by the war, with rationing the only thing that is predominate to note.  It was, in one word – IT – and well worth any one’s time and pleasure, not to mention the very reasonable charge for the tour.  I’m very glad that I had the opportunity to go on the trip and would gladly go back again given the opportunity.
And his concerns about when he will be coming home:
 I’ll not say yes or no about sending Christmas gifts just yet until things are thrashed out a little more on this point system, though I don’t hardly expect to get home this year.  Will let you know in plenty of time.... 
If I can find the clipping I’m enclosing it with this letter – its about the 34th going to Austria for occupation duty – or refers to it in a way.  Don’t know actually if it is true or not, but wouldn’t doubt it – damn!
Well, the war is over, and I’ve still got 68 points, so I’m hoping they will lower the points for going home and also set a new date for counting up the total number of points – if they lower it to 75 and set a new date at least to 15th of September I’ll have 76 – I hope – hope.  Wait – that is all we can do.
I couldn't find the information on if he ended up going to Austria but he was happily back home before Christmas that year!  His enlistment ended in November 1945 and, as he was hoping in his letter, the Army did change the policy of the Advanced Service Rating points that enlisted men to have 50 points + 4 years of military service were eligible to be discharged from military service.
So it was a very merry Christmas that year!

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Ancestry Day!

Today I attended the Ancestry Day held in Raleigh, NC put on by, the North Carolina State Archives, the North Carolina Genealogical Society, and the State Library of North Carolina.

This was AWESOME!

I am not particularly new to genealogy.  I got interested when I was about 12 years old and was staying with my grandmother after school.  She had a few family bibles she would show me and let me pour over for hours as well as some old hand-typed documents from previous genealogists detailing family history.

I have found family history and genealogical research fascinating ever since.  When I was a teen, I starting compiling that information into family group sheets and pedigree charts and keeping it in 3-ring binders.

In college, for a class project I had to interview a family member and write a paper about their life story in context to historical events, local events, etc. during their lives.  I interviewed my grandmother, which was one of the best college educational experiences I think I had.  I learned so much about her life and about my family history with that one project.  As well as wonderful memories of her I would not have had otherwise.

According to my profile, I've been a member on since 2011 (although it feels like it has been much, much longer).

More recently, I have come to the conclusion that I need to be more methodical and make my research be much more in line with the genealogical proof standard.  I need to share some of the stories that are floating around in my head that I haven't actually written down (which is part of the point of this blog) but also to keep track of what I factually know (with documentary evidence), what I need to find out, and keeping track of where I've already looked.

Today's sessions were fantastic.  I learned some great search tips for making the most out of the databases.  How to use wild cards in the searches, how to do searches from the card catalog instead of searching directly from the tree and the advantages of doing some of the searches that way.  As well as exceptional tips on analyzing sources and comparing records.

There was also a session on genetic ancestry research, specifically in reference to Ancestry's DNA test and how they use that for the ethnicity results as well as the cousin matching, DNA circles and new ancestry discoveries and how you can use this information to further your family research.

I also learned more about the NC State Archives and the State Library of North Carolina - I need to make a visit to these sometime soon.  I don't really have many ancestors from NC but they should have some other information that will be very useful.

And the day ended with a wonderful session on using the research you've done to create family stories and how to share those stories with others.

So, I am now totally hyped and I'm sure I'm going to spend the next 12 hours straight glued to my account (I probably should invest in eye drops because whenever I log into I totally forget to blink for long periods of time) to try out all the new tips, tricks and skills I picked up today!

Saturday, October 31, 2015

The Headless Chicken

Happy Halloween!

For my first "real" post, I figured I'd share a story from my grandmother (who I call Nana), Mary Ruth Dishner Chambers.  While the title sounds spooky, it's not really a scary story (unless you are scared of headless chickens).

In the early 1950's, Papa, my grandfather Clayton E. Chambers, suggested to Nana that they have a "fresh" chicken dinner.  Nana had spent a lot of time with her grandparents on a farm in southwestern VA growing up - so he must have assumed she knew what to do with a fresh (aka live) chicken.

So, my great-great-grandmother brings over a live chicken from the farm and leaves it with Nana for their dinner.  However, even though she spent large quantities of time on the farm, Nana had never actually dispatched a chicken herself.

So, the dragged the unhappy fowl down to the basement to start the process.  She had seen her grandmother do this many times while on the farm so I think she just just thought, "how hard can this be?"

I remember asking her why Papa didn't cut off the chicken's head for her.  Nana said Papa just couldn't cut the head off a chicken.  He had apparently a incident as a child and accidentally lopped the head off a tragically inquisitive chicken one morning while chopping firewood.  And then had to deal with a crazed, headless chicken running around the yard (chickens don't need their heads to do this, at least for a short while).  He then got in trouble with his mother, who didn't believe he cut the chicken's head off by accident.  But I bet they had a fresh chicken dinner that night.

Anyways, back to my grandmother's story.  Nana had always seen her grandmother grab the chicken by the head and, from her wild gesticulations while telling the story, whip crack the chicken in order to break its neck.  This apparently didn't work for Nana.

I can only picture her, holding a now very irritated chicken by the head, and swinging it around her head like some sort of crazed avian slingshot complete with frantic squawking and feathers flying.

The chicken decided to fight back and managed to get away and started to dash around the basement.  My dad was a young child at the time and was down in the basement to "help".  They then had to chase this harassed chicken around the basement.  The chicken was finally caught and my grandmother placed it under a basket and had my Dad sit on top to keep the chicken from getting away.

She then went to get an ax.  I am going to pause here because if you don't want to read about chickens actually being killed, it's time to move on (here's a link to a cute video of a kitten and a chick for you instead).

Nana pulled the chicken's head out from under the basket (while leaving the rest of the chicken under) and according to Dad, proceeded to saw the chickens head off with the ax.  (FYI - sawing a chickens head off with an ax is not the most efficient or humane way to fix your fresh chicken dinner.)  I'm not quite sure why she didn't lop it off executioners style - knowing my grandmother, she probably didn't want to damage the basement floor.  Eventually, she did manage to separate the chicken from its head.

To draw this story to an end, they did, indeed, have a fresh chicken dinner.  I believe that she said she couldn't eat any of it.

She also made it abundantly clear to Papa that this was going to be the only fresh chicken dinner he was going to have from her.

So, Happy Halloweens and may all your chickens (at least the ones for dinner) be headless ones!
Advertisement from The Kingsport-Times, Feb 28, 1950

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Welcome to Consanguineous Connections!

Consanguineous: [kon-sang-gwin-ee-uh s]  Having the same ancestry or descent.

Welcome to my blog dedicated to documenting my family history!  This is a way for me to share the research I've already done with family members but will help me keep track of what I've done and where I need to focus my research.

I have been dabbling in genealogy since I was a teenager and found the old family bibles in my grandparents house.  I loved looking through the pages of births and marriages and deaths and trying to imagine what those lives were like so long ago.  What did these people do?  Where did they go?  If they moved, why?  Who married who?  The millions of questions that pop up when diving into the rabbit hole of genealogical research.

I have finally come to a point in my research where I need to be a bit more systematic and definitely start documenting what I've done and what I need to do.  This blog will help me do that.

As far as the family lines I am researching, my maternal line is my Barber & Hunt lines.  Most of these are in New York and Pennsylvania but it appears the Barber line came to PA from Connecticut.  My paternal line is a bit trickier since my great-grandfather on my paternal grandfather's side was adopted so the Chambers part of my family seems to stop there as I try to uncover that family line.  My paternal grandmother is from southwestern Virginia and those family lines are mostly Dishner and Gillenwater.

I also want a place where I can start writing down and documenting family stories as I uncover them.  I find them very interesting so hopefully others will as well.  So I hope you will enjoy this journey along with me!

If you have questions or comments regarding this blog, please leave a comment!