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No subject line is necessary, but if your software requires one, just use unsubscribe in the subject, too. ______________________________ ------------------------------ X-Message: #1 Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 04:36:07 -0400 From: "Ohio USGenWeb Archives File Manager" To: OH-FOOTSTEPS-L@rootsweb.com Message-ID: <027101c232ed$2b97c5c0$0300a8c0@local.net> Subject: [OH-FOOT] Fw: Letter Sent to H.C.Moore, Newspaper, Mediana County Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is a forwarded message. Please reply to "ALL" or the person/email listed below. ----- Original Message ----- From: Fran Stuart To: oharchives@ev1.net Sent: Saturday, July 13, 2002 6:05 PM The below letter appeared in the Medina Sentinel (Medina County Gazette) in Jan. 3, 1919 in which Francis Moore reports his experiences in WWI (Some parts of the letter can not be read so I will place a ? mark, Mr. Francis M. Stuart): This letter was sent to his father, H.C. Moore, Spencer, Ohio, from Verton, Belgium, Nov. 24, !918. DAD'S CHRISTMAS LETTER >From Francis L. Moore, 7th Army Corp, 153 Field Hospital, 114 Sanitary, A.E.F. Dear Father and all: Well Dad, I suppose you are looking for your Xmas letter. We all have that privilege of writing this letter and anything we see fit. I will only give you a brief sketch of my trip. We left Hoboken, NJ port, Aug. 21, sailed out into the New York harbor; there we laid on that old boat, Toloa?, an English boat at that, for five days before we really started across. On the 26th we sailed out into the Atlantic with the convoy and road the old boat for fourteen more days and mighty poor eats we had too. The water became very rough the 5th and the 6th of September; that's when I got so sea sick. I was real sick but one day and that was a plenty; waves rolled from 30 to 40 feet high. Ask mother how she would like to have been on at that time? ha, ha. It sure was lonesome, and then those submarines to worry about, too, and that was all that did worry me, even if the waves did go over the top of the ship at times. On Saturday, Sept. 7 it cleared up and the sea calmed. At this time I think there were about 15 ships in our convoy and about 8 or 9 chasers, as a convoy of five came out and met us the last day of the rough sea, as we were getting into a sub zone, and we found out there were some there too. On this same date at 2:30 PM, our convoy was attacked. The boat next to ours was torpedoed; it was reported that the explosion killed some of the members of the engine room. The boat did not sink. They managed to make it to the Irish coast, which was only 29 miles. It was sure interesting see those sub chasers "about face" and beat back after the submarines; they can sure travel some. They succeeded in sinking the sub and capturing the crew of 14 men. Of course I didn't see all of this, as we were signaled to travel at high speed as soon as this ship was torpedoed. I did not get to see the sub, I just saw a few shots fired at it. They sure would plough up the water; they also dropped depth bombs. I was so frightened as well as many others. It was but a few minutes until we were out of sight of the chasers, then everything went alright until eleven o'clock that night, when we had a little scare. Our boat nearly run into the end of another. The danger signal was given and everybody got up, thinking it was another sub scare. Those scares out on the ocean are real ones, too; they sure make you think of your home, "sweet home," and everything else. From that on everything was lovely. We sailed into the harbor at La Havre, on the night of Sept. 8, and embarked at noon on the 9th. It sure did seem good to step feet on solid ground again. We stayed at the rest camp at La Havre about 30 hours, then road box cars for two days and nights: entrained at St. Florient, then we had to hike twenty miles and carry our packs, which weighted no less then seven-five pounds. I sure was tired and foot sore. I was with the co? party here for about three weeks; took sick and was at the hospital three weeks, with the flu, but was only in bed about six days; spent the other two weeks in the convalescent hospital, returning to my company feeling fine and have been feeling good ever since. I was glad to get the influenza out of my system. I really believe it did me good, as I got fat since that. At this time we were staying in an old barn out in the country, but we soon moved to a little town, stayed there for two days and our troubles started. We went back to St. Florient, via Packard motor trucks, boarded another box car special and road about two hundred miles to the northeast part of France; we were at this time on our way to the front. We entrained at Souilly, about five miles from the front, on the morning of the 11th of November, the road to the battle being very distinct. We had heard the armistice had been sighed and the battle roar would end at eleven a.m., so we anxiously awaited that hour, and I will swear that in this sector (Verdun), firing ceased on time. Ha, Ha. This is how close I came I came to the front. I can say that I am glad that I did not have to experience any of it, especially since I have seen the effects of the battles. In a few days after the armistice was sighed we were transferred to the 7th Army Corps of the Third Army, the third army being known as the army of occupation, which no doubt you have noticed in your papers. They advance, thru the evacuated territory, then France, Belgium and Germany. We use Packard motor trucks for transportation. Yesterday I was in Dunseinuse, France; today in Verton, Belgium, a city, I would judge, of 50,000 or more. I find a much better class of people than in France. The Belgiums are celebrating today; the city hangs full of beautiful flags of the different allied nations. One week ago today the Germans evacuated the city. We are sure welcomed in these cities as they have been under German control for over four years. Thursday, Nov. 28 is Thanksgiving. I expect to eat my Thanksgiving dinner in Luxembourg, capital of the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg, as I think that is our next move. This is a brief outline of my foreign experiences. Can not begin to write what I can tell when I return home, which I hope will be by the first of April. Some think we will get home by Feb. 1, but do not look for me before April, that is my opinion. They say it is an honor to be with this Third Army, as they are picked bunch of troops made up of the balance of the Rainbow Division, 89 and 90 divisions and 23rd division, other divisions that I don't know of. All of these were in the hardest of the fighting and as they have been here so long, being some of the first over, they are liable to be among the first back, and as we are in that army we will go back when they do. That's where some get the idea that we will be back in two months. You sure can hear anything in this army and can not believe any of it. There is some beautiful scenery here. I wish it was spring instead of winter. Love to all, must close and go to work. Your son, Francis L. Moore --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.377 / Virus Database: 211 - Release Date: 7/15/02 ______________________________ ------------------------------ X-Message: #2 Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 04:37:51 -0400 From: "Ohio USGenWeb Archives File Manager" To: OH-FOOTSTEPS-L@rootsweb.com Message-ID: <028501c232ed$69fe32e0$0300a8c0@local.net> Subject: [OH-FOOT] Fw: Lucas Co., OH Obituary for Amos W. Crane Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is a forwarded message. Please reply to "ALL" or the person/email listed below. ----- Original Message ----- From: jdsalg To: oharchives@ev1.net Sent: Friday, July 19, 2002 10:59 PM Subject: Lucas Co., OH Obituary for Amos W. Crane Dear Ohio Archives, Below please find an obituary for Amos W. Crane of Toledo, Lucas Co., OH, from an unidentified newspaper clipping, the xerox copy of which is in possession of my sister-in-law, Barbara Schwarz Miller. Thanks, Anne L. Goodwin jdsalg@hot.rr.com P.S. Transcribed from the copy of the unknown newspaper clipping "as is." - -------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------------------------------------- Amos W. Crane -- Pioneer (Picture of horse drawn cart with sign A. W. Crane & Co. Gardeners) Amos W. Crane, a life long resident of Toledo, died of heart disease on Tuesday, March 22, 1910, being stricken while walking in the yard of his home, 110 Oregon Road, East Toledo. And there has passed from the ken of those who knew and loved him a man of strong and tender friendships, of quiet helpfulness, of hospitality -- an honest man, the noblest work of God. Mr. Crane's father built the first frame house between Perryburg and the mouth of the Maumes, and in that house, Mr. Crane was born. He graduated from the first class of the Toledo public schools when there were but three pupils to receive diplomas, Mr. Crane, W. H. H. Smith and Olive Parmeles. Mr. Crane also gained a diploma from the second class graduated from the Toledo schools and later graduated from Dartmouth College, New Hampshire. Returning to Toledo, he engaged in gardening, bringing to his work the resources of a well-stocked mind. He was the first to raise vegetables under glass and originated much equipment for gardening that is now in general use. On March 22, 1865, Mr. Crane married Miss Emma Cook of Toledo and on the forty-fifth anniversary of this marriage and near the hour of the ceremony, he died. His wife and six children, two sons and four daughters survive him. The children are Mesars. Edward and Carl Crane, Mrs. Alive Shriver and Miss Eunice Crane of Toledo, Mrs. Fannie Hewett of Minneapolis and Mrs. Anna Reihing of Oklahoma. Mr. Crane was a man of fine tastes and kindly nature. Business associates trusted him implicitly, and his word was truly "as good as his bond." His employes (sic) were devoted to him; everyone who knew him was his friend. In unassuming ways he was helpful, sagacious in counsel, faithful in friendship. Those who live owe much to his memory for it leaves the sweet influence of a man whose principals were the purest, whose standards were high, and never through all the vicissitudes of life swerved from the right. A friend who loved him has sent to the Times a copy of the poetic tribute paid by Theodore F. MacManus to the late Charles Coghlin. "It is so true of Mr. Crane," says the contributor. "He was a friend." GOOD BYE! GOOD BYE! Just a word, ere you go, old friend, Just a word, ere the oarsmen bend, And your boat speeds out on the unknown sea Whose further shore is Eternity Turn once more dear grizzled head Before the last faint light has fled Turn and give us the brave old smile That warmed and nourished are hearts erstwhile The night is closing, our eyes are wet But see! There's time for a signal yet --- Quick! Ere thy bark hath left the sand Give us a wave of your cheery hand And hark to our answer, winging back Far o'er the waters cold and black Straight to the foot of the great white throne Where the Master waits to claim his own; "Christ! Be good to him to the end, For he was a friend -- a friend -- a friend." - -------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------- END --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.377 / Virus Database: 211 - Release Date: 7/15/02 ______________________________ ------------------------------ -------------------------------- End of OH-FOOTSTEPS-D Digest V02 Issue #159 *******************************************