Sunday, June 24, 2018

Adin Baker ---100 Years ago Enlisted in WWI by Various Baker and Taylor Cousins!


Adin in Uniform

Today,  June 24th, it is one hundred years since our Great Uncle Adin entered the US Army and thus, World War One.

The Center Lisle Historian, Eleanor Ticknor, kindly sent along his service record:

ADIN BAKER SERVICE RECORD    World War I  

Adin Leonard Baker, born in Cadwell Settlement, near Center Lisle, Broome County, New York, June 26, 1889.

Parents:  Bryon H. Baker and Kate Youngs, his wife, both native born        Americans

·        Inducted into the Selective Service of the United States and entrained at Binghamton, New York, for Camp Upton, Long Island, New York, June 24, 1918.
·        Assigned at Camp Upton to the 10th Company, 152nd Depot Brigade, 3rd Battalion, Infantry, June 25, 1918.
·        Transferred July 11th, 1918 for Camp Greenleigh, Georgia, arriving July 4th, and there assigned to Motor Company 1, Medical.
·        Transferred for Camp Crane, Pennsylvania, arriving August 2nd, 1918, and there assigned to Unit 1, 1st Replacement, Medical.
·        Left Camp Crane, (Allentown, Pa.), August 21st, 1918, for overseas, via Montreal, Canada.  Embarked at Montreal, August 22nd, on H. M. T. Valstia, sailed down the St. Lawrence river and laid off Sydney for a week; and the Valentia returned to Quebec September 3rd, and transferred her troops to H. M. T. Port of Lincoln was one of 27 troop ships convoyed by five destroyers and a warship of the smaller class.
·        Landed in Liverpool September 16th, 1918 at 8 o'clock in the morning, and on the same day marched out about seven miles to Knotty Ash rest camp. On Sept. 18th, was one of 25 assigned to American Red Cross Hospital No. 4, at Mosley Hill, Liverpool, and served in the influenza and pneumonia ward.
·        Was detailed October 6th, 1918, as one of two Medical orderlies to accompany, and in charge of, a psychopathic patient being returned to New York City on the White Starliner, Lapland.  Two days before reaching New York, Orderly Baker came down with the flu which became complicated with pneumonia and pleurisy.  On December 6th, he was transferred to Camp Dix, New Jersey and to C Company, Overseas Convalescents.
·        Discharged December 12th, 1918.


We here at the Cousins Blog have written about Uncle Adin before:

1.     Haying at Adin’s, by CB Taylor Kinsella (2007):

2.     Visiting Adin’s Farm by Sue Kinsella (2007):

3.     Adin Baker, World War One and the Spanish Influenza, By Aunt CB and Pat Kinsella Herdeg (2009):
4.     Adin and the Hobo Camps, by Aunt CB Kinsella ( 2010):
5.     Happy Birthday Uncle Adin! ( 2010):


6.     Adin’s Letters for Veteran’s Day, By Pat Kinsella Herdeg (2010):

http://taylorbakercousins.blogspot.com/2010/11/adins-letters-for-veterans-day-by-pat.html

7.     Memories of Uncle Adin Baker by Aunt CB (Two months ago!):

http://taylorbakercousins.blogspot.com/2018/04/memories-of-adin-baker-by-cb-taylor.html

Take your time and read through all of these stories on Uncle Adin. They are fascinating! Some highlights of his time in World War One:

Adin writing from Camp Greenleaf in July of 1918:

It is not much hotter here than at home. Am in the Medical Corps. Was disappointed to be put in that as I signed for Infantry at Upton but drafted men go where they put them. I have a medicine belt with twelve compartments filled with bandages, liniments, powders and a short hatchet. If I meet the Kaiser I hollar "hoo hoo hoo" and then I swing on him as I have no rifle. They say we get an automatic revolver when we get across."

Adin writing from England:

"Dear Mother,
Just a few lines to you. Am alright, feeling fine. Had a good trip across, did not get seasick, but some did and you ought to see them puke.

Hope you and Pa are alright and keep well. Do not work too hard. The war news sounds good, the English people sure use the Yanks good. You ought to see them when we unloaded. We marched through town to the camp, small boys and bigger girls walked on both sides. "

Adin's mother and father next heard from the Red Cross in a telegram:

'It is our sorrowful duty to inform you that you son is critically ill at this hospital.'

We know the rest of the story--it ended well, and Adin's next letters were sent from Ellis Island, where he stayed for a few months to recuperate.

On December 24th, 1918, he again writes his mother:

“Think I will be home by January 1st and all through. Was examined by 21 doctors, one for nearly every part of the body. They OK and marked me normal in every way so I stand in class A for discharge."

Soon after, Adin came home to his beloved farm in Center Lisle.

If you read the Adin stories above, you have read Aunt CB’s memories, so I asked the cousins to write what they remembered of Uncle Adin.


 Adin Leonard Baker

From Nancy Taylor Wright:
My memories of Uncle Adin are somewhat vague.   I remember visiting him and Grandma Baker in that small farmhouse with a little porch on the front, thinking of him as someone that was tall and thin in farm clothes, and it seems that I remember his voice was deep and a little slow and warm when he talked, and possibly that he took me and my brothers out to see the cows.   But then, I remember more tales of the cows, cow patties, and blackberry picking in the pasture from Aunt Dot and Aunt CB. 
  
I do seem to remember pies cooling off on the back porch and the fly strips that hung from the ceiling of the back porch, and when I had my house in Lake Helen and found fly strips still available in Home Depot, I was elated and bought them and hung them around the back of my house to catch the deer flies and the love bugs that we always had in early summer, and it brought back so many memories.   
I remember the little white farmhouse being much different than the Baker farmhouse picture of 1913 that I have, which was a much bigger house.   

Wish I had more big stories to tell about the Baker Farmhouse trips, as I remember us kids were eager to get over to Aunt Lil's General Store where we could get a soda pop and chunks of cheese to take home from the big wheels of cheese she had on the counter tops, and then on the ride home we would stop by the ditches and pick elderberries to take home and can for pies later.    Some good memories.

From Susan Kinsella:
Oh, man, for a guy who seemed to want to travel and see the world - at least that’s what I guess from his hobo days - he sure got an eye-opening start for six months but then it all ended. Although perhaps that saved his life, given that he didn’t get sent into the meat-grinder of WWI - before the medical detail, he was infantry. Makes me sick to think of it.

From Kathryn Wood Barron:
My memories of Uncle Adin

I spent my childhood living on ‘The Farm’.  The same farm that Byron and Kate raised Ethel, Adin, Lillian and Ruth. The ‘original’ farm. Uncle Adin built his house right next door to it. Until I was 11, I lived next door to Uncle Adin. He was a wonderful, stable, part of my early life. 

He was Grandma’s bachelor brother. He wore suspenders on his pants. He wore a hat outdoors. He was wonderfully patient with us. 

We would walk through the pasture to get to his house next door. He was always happy to see us and let us eat anything we wanted. I remember that I loved the oyster crackers he had in the cupboard in the kitchen. Gail preferred the saltines. We all loved the candies he called ‘ox hearts’ that he kept in the living room.  

He let us explore all we wanted. He had the small entryway in front, then the living room/dining room. The kitchen was behind that on the left and on the right was the hallway to the stairs, Uncle Adin’s bedroom and the bathroom. I loved his bathroom! It was indoors! We had an outhouse over at the farm. His house was always a place we enjoyed. There was a small back porch. That was where he taught us to shoot. 

Each year, on the day between Uncle Adin’s birthday and mine, we would walk over to see him and give him his birthday present - a silver dollar. Then he would take us to Whitney Point to the ice cream stand to celebrate MY birthday with ice cream cones.  I was born on my parents’ anniversary. Every year they celebrated the anniversary. The only birthday celebration I remember ever having was these trips to the ice cream stand with Uncle Adin.  I suspect he understood that. 

One year, I had perfect attendance at school and I got $10. Uncle Adin took me to the bank in Marathon to start a saving account. One of the last things he ever said to me, was that we needed to go and check on this account, and see how much interest it had accumulated. We never went because he died soon after that. 

He took Chic to cattle auctions. Once he got Chic a heifer to raise.  He encouraged  and taught Chic farming. Something Chic loved all his life. 

I do not remember either of my grandfathers. Elmer died before I was two years old. Uncle Adin was the one who filled the place of ‘Grandfather’ for me. 

We always knew that he cared for us. 
Always.




Saturday, June 9, 2018

Bedtime When I was Young! By Lucille Taylor Kinsella




Ethel, Harold, Lucille and Doris, South Byron 1931





Daddy used to ‘throw’ us into bed! When it was time to get our nightclothes on, we’d do so and sometimes Daddy would take us up to bed. These were special times. He’d lift us up, each in turn and throw us up into the air over the bed, as high as he could. Those few seconds on our way down to land on the mattress was the fun time. We’d try to accomplish all sorts of gyrations. My favorite was to be a fireman and ‘climb the ladder’ before I hit the bed. Do you wonder why all the beds were pretty lumpy and saggy?

When Daddy put us to bed, after a few ‘throws’ apiece, we’d all kneel down beside him (Doris, Harold and I) to say our prayers.

‘Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
This I ask in Jesus’ name, Amen.’


Lloyd, Ruth, Esther and Arnon


Daddy also taught me a morning prayer. I was maybe five or six and had crawled into bed with him when I woke up. I suppose it was a Saturday for usually he was an early riser. He told me that his mother had taught this to him.

‘Now I wake and see the light,
God has kept me through the night.
Lord, I pray Thee, Keep and guide me,
Through this day, for Jesus’ sake, Amen.’

 Mom writes at the end of this remembrance:
(November 27th, 2017—I still say these two prayers every night, plus ‘talks with God’)


Wednesday, May 23, 2018

The Spencerian System of Penmanship, by Harold Spencer


Cousin Harold Spencer (Harold’s grandmother was Anna Carson Spencer, sister to our Emma Carson Taylor) writes to me:


Tim Kinsella’s story on ‘The Taylor Brothers Go to College’ mentions, in his section labeled ‘Other Funny Points That Were Made’, that one of the prerequisites for entering the Seminary was ‘Penmanship’.

 

 Anna Carson Spencer

Emma Carson Taylor


The Seminary used the Spencerian System of penmanship. I was instructed, too, in the Spencerian style of cursive writing in the 2nd and 3rd grades. Here’s a little history of that method of penmanship published years ago in an edition of ‘le Despenser’, journal of the Spencer Historical & Genealogical Society Inc.

A young man named Platt Rogers Spencer developed the style which from 1850 through the 1920s was considered the American de facto writing style for business correspondence before the introduction of the typewriter.

Platt Rogers Spencer was born in November 1800 in East Fishkill, Dutchess County, New York. He died in 1854 in Geneva, Ashtabula County, Ohio and is buried there in Evergreen cemetery.

His father, Caleb, died in 1806 while Platt was still a small child and his mother moved the family to Jefferson, Ohio in 1810 where he was raised. He became intensely interested in handwriting, using birch tree bark, sand, even the fly-leafs of his mother’s Bible for practice. Sheet paper was extremely scarce then in what was a wilderness area.

By 1815 he was teaching a writing class and was a clerk and book keeper. Because he did not have a college degree, he relied upon teaching in the common schools and eventually founded the Spencer Seminary in Jericho, New York. He had considered entering the ministry, but because of his alcoholism he never finished ministerial studies. He overcame his addiction and went on to become a fervent abstainer and advocate for the remainder of his life.

He was elected to public office in Ohio to the office of County Treasurer for twelve years. He was instrumental in collecting documents of the early history of Ashtabula County, feeding his intense appetite for American history. He was an advocate for the Anti-Slavery movement.

Spencer was instrumental in founding business colleges in the United States and in promoting their growth and development. He continued as a teacher and with the promotion of penmanship for keeping business records. He was closely involved in the founding of Bryant and Stratton Business Colleges in over 50 cities by some of his students, and gave lectures in New York City and in other areas in the eastern United States. He even opened colleges in Geneva and Cleveland Ohio and Pittsburgh Pennsylvania.

His publication on penmanship styles appeared from 1848 through 1886, and he collaborated with a Victor Rice to publish Spencerian or Semi-Angular Penmanship. The New Spencerian Compendium was published in parts, and was completed in 1886.

His papers are located in the Newberry Library in Chicago, and in the Spencer Archival Room of the Geneva Ohio Branch of Ashtabula County Library System. It contains biographical records of Platt and his entire family. He died 16 May 1864 at age 63 in Geneva (OH). His father, Caleb Spencer, died in 1806 at Fishkill, Dutchess County, New York.

He who would be a writer, Fine. Must take a deal of pains. Must criticize his every line, and mix his ink with brains.  -----Platt Rogers Spencer



Picnic at Uncle Sam Spencer’s in Springville, NY  (1919)

Top Row--unknown, Charles Carson (son of Theo Carson, brother to our Emma), Harold Spencer (son of Anna Carson and Sam Spencer)
Middle Row—Ethel Baker Taylor, Lloyd Taylor, Clara Taylor, Anna Carson Spencer, Leon Taylor, Jane Livingston Carson, Sam Spencer, Jennie Ford Carson (wife of George Carson, brother to our Emma), Floyd Taylor and his wife Goldie
Front Row--Helen Spencer, Harriet Spencer, Ruth Taylor, B.W. Taylor