Transcription of your Grandfather James Coffarelli's war journal (accuracy NOT guaranteed!):
I enlisted in the U.S.A.A.S. at Fort Jay, Governors Isl. N.Y. on Apri 22nd 1918. Reported at said place on 23rd and got transportation and left on 12:30 Black Diamond for Allentown Pa. Arrived at 4 - rode to Headquarters of (Amb.) Camp Crane. Was placed in the Casual Det. Build 17.
Got uniform April 24th.
Went through one months drilling with the rookies, on May 25 was put into Sect. 566 Bat 12. My first trench digging experience was on the 26 of May. June 1st was my starting of hikes and Equipt. C. Insp. June 3rd while on a hike somewhere in Penna I was overcome by the heat and was taken to camp in an Amb. It resembled a hearse to me, the way I felt, on the 5th. Poison Ivy broke out on my face, I was some sight.
On June 12th 11:30 PM Our contingent left Camp Crane on the illustrious C.R.R. of N.J. for the POrt of N.Y. We got in the Jersey City Terminal at 5:30 AM. Ferried to Hoboken to the Giuseppe Verdi.
Boarded, at 8 AM. Laid in dick until 3:30 PM. All were ordered down in the holds and port holes were closed. With a loud shrill blast our tub left our dear U.S.A. for Italy. We crept down the Hudson and into the bay, without even another glance of our Statue of Liberty. This made some of us feel uneasy thinking it was our last sight of the emblem which we meant to do our utmost to preserve. We arrived at the Ambrose Light about 6 P.M. and anchored, and waited for a convoy at this time there was a big sub scare along our coast. At 7 P.M. we were picked up by 3 boats from our Navy. A Yacht, Torpedo Boat and Sub. chaser.
We started on a south western course accompanied by our three guardians. The folloiwing morning June 14th we were out of sight of everything but water and sky.
On the high seas the first few days out on the Atlantic was enjoyed by us all. The sky was bright both night and day, the sea was as calm as an ordinary river. But there had to be a change. We got up one morning at our usual time. Everything was dark, our ship was rolling and dipping at the same time. It sure was some sensation.
We had the life of Reilly on our tub. Our hours were from 6 AM to 9:30 PM. We got out of our two by four cots or runks at 6 AM. Some mornings we answered roll call. This started after some of the boys got sick and there may have been some possibility of some of the boys feeding their bodies to the fishes instead of the contents of them.
Sick call at 6:30 AM.
Breakfast Mass at 7 AM.
Boat drill at 9:15 AM.
Setting up exercises 10 AM.
Instructions in Italian 10:30 AM to 11:30 AM.
Noon Mass at 12.
Medical examination at 2 PM
Supper Mass at 6 PM.
No lights on deck after 8 PM.
All below decks at 9:30 PM.
Silence at 10 PM.
Words cannot express our wonderful meals on board. A certain amount of men were consigned to every individual boat. We were consigned to our boat as we boarded.
When the life boat call was sounded, you had to stop everything; sling and fasten your life belt and get to the ladning platform of the boats and stand at attention and answer roll call. All this was done in silence. We then proceeded to our hangouts on deck.
The setting up exercise was about the hardest this we done. It was very hard on our muscles.
Our Italian instructions were a continuous joke. We learned the curses first and later on a few valuable words.
In the afternoon all was left for us to do was read and count the ripples on the water.
After mess: read and smike until 8 o'clock, when it started to get dark.
When we got into our cubby holes it was a case of laying awake listening to rumors of sub. being on our neighborhood and that we were to be torpedoes that night without fail about 11 PM. It go so bad that some of us slept with our clothes on especially while on the M. S. There were a few boys who slept on the floor at the foot of the stairs leading to the decks.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Illustrious Signor
A transcription of a couple of pages in your grandfather's war journal:
Illustrious Signor- There are tears of emotion which have no words and therefore I am sending you flowers that they may speak in my stead to the generous American soldiers.
Until the world will not have sentiment for a basis, it cannot be called civil; and now the sons of the United States have some to us impelled by only one cause-that of the heart - to defend humanity, insulted and torn to pieces; today the tears of so many mothers in anguish and sorrow. Be they blessed with all my motherly soul and for all the mothers of Europe, and be they blessed for the glorious light which will resplend upon them for all the eternity of Centuries.
And to you, sir, the dearest gratitude of an Italian woman and may you be pleased to accept kindly my poor flowers.
Erminla D'Ilsbilo
Above letter sent to Col. Persons on arrival of the 4th Amb. Contingent in Italy June 27 1918.
Wow! What an interesting perspective. I don't often think about the citizens in the countries occupied by foreign military in wartime. I also find it very interesting that your grandfather took the time to include this in his journal.
Illustrious Signor- There are tears of emotion which have no words and therefore I am sending you flowers that they may speak in my stead to the generous American soldiers.
Until the world will not have sentiment for a basis, it cannot be called civil; and now the sons of the United States have some to us impelled by only one cause-that of the heart - to defend humanity, insulted and torn to pieces; today the tears of so many mothers in anguish and sorrow. Be they blessed with all my motherly soul and for all the mothers of Europe, and be they blessed for the glorious light which will resplend upon them for all the eternity of Centuries.
And to you, sir, the dearest gratitude of an Italian woman and may you be pleased to accept kindly my poor flowers.
Erminla D'Ilsbilo
Above letter sent to Col. Persons on arrival of the 4th Amb. Contingent in Italy June 27 1918.
Wow! What an interesting perspective. I don't often think about the citizens in the countries occupied by foreign military in wartime. I also find it very interesting that your grandfather took the time to include this in his journal.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
"You Are Here"
And here I am. It's been a while since I've posted and I don't have any good stories about why. I've just been a little bit stuck. Perhaps the same has happened to you and I appreciate your patience. I'm glad to be back and I am glad you came back too.
Did you realize this is the blog's 5th birthday??? Time flies, right? The very first post was right after Christmas 2007. Think how the family has changed in the last 5 years! Wow. I'm humbled.
I was listening to an interview with author Simon Garfield recently on NPR. He has recently released a book called On the Map. I love maps and this interview pointed out an interesting outcome of the digital revolution. It's not as often that we open a paper map and use our finger to pinpoint our location by dragging your finger up and down, back and forth. We have to locate ourselves on the map before we can figure out how to reach the destination-- at least that's how it works on a paper map.
These days, we are much more likely to open a map app which automatically points to our location. We start out right at our location without having to find it for ourselves. And then the app locates our destination without any finger dragging, index checking and G-down- 4 across style searches. Technology puts us in the center of our worlds. It's no wonder digital natives can seem so self centered! It really is all about them.
But, back in the day, there were other means of finding ourselves and those we loved. The newspapers kept us informed and made sure the entire neighborhood knew:
Local newspapers kept careful track of residents, so it should be no surprise that people like your grandfather kept careful track of their own lives. Thanks to Angela and family, we have some very precious memories from James Coffarelli's time in service of his country.
James clearly had a sense of humor:
These are pictures carefully pasted into an album specifically about his time in the service during World War I when he was shipped to Italy.
I don't believe this soldier is your grandfather, but I think the little heart and arrow draw a pretty accurate picture of him without using film.
I had to include this one because it reminds me so much of the pictures Nick took while in Italy last spring.
Think perhaps these women were related? I think they all know EXACTLY where they are!
Did you realize this is the blog's 5th birthday??? Time flies, right? The very first post was right after Christmas 2007. Think how the family has changed in the last 5 years! Wow. I'm humbled.
I was listening to an interview with author Simon Garfield recently on NPR. He has recently released a book called On the Map. I love maps and this interview pointed out an interesting outcome of the digital revolution. It's not as often that we open a paper map and use our finger to pinpoint our location by dragging your finger up and down, back and forth. We have to locate ourselves on the map before we can figure out how to reach the destination-- at least that's how it works on a paper map.
These days, we are much more likely to open a map app which automatically points to our location. We start out right at our location without having to find it for ourselves. And then the app locates our destination without any finger dragging, index checking and G-down- 4 across style searches. Technology puts us in the center of our worlds. It's no wonder digital natives can seem so self centered! It really is all about them.
But, back in the day, there were other means of finding ourselves and those we loved. The newspapers kept us informed and made sure the entire neighborhood knew:
Local newspapers kept careful track of residents, so it should be no surprise that people like your grandfather kept careful track of their own lives. Thanks to Angela and family, we have some very precious memories from James Coffarelli's time in service of his country.
James clearly had a sense of humor:
These are pictures carefully pasted into an album specifically about his time in the service during World War I when he was shipped to Italy.
I don't believe this soldier is your grandfather, but I think the little heart and arrow draw a pretty accurate picture of him without using film.
I had to include this one because it reminds me so much of the pictures Nick took while in Italy last spring.
Think perhaps these women were related? I think they all know EXACTLY where they are!
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
I'll be giving you an inside view on my family study methodology so that you can see how it happens that I seem to never get anything DONE!
First, thank you Angela for being so generous in sharing the ephemera from your Dad's collection. I spent much of Christmas afternoon scanning and researching. Here's one example of the trail I followed until I was well off the trail.
As you can see, this is a vehicle registration from 1931 for your grandfather James. I notice the vehicle is a Willys 6. This was not familiar to me, so I can't resist doing a little further research. And this is exactly where the scanning stops and the off course wandering begins.
This is a 1931 Willys Six Model 97. Pretty snappy. First it occurs to me that James had a very up-to-date vehicle for himself. I don't really know what it might mean to be a chauffeur in Freeport NY in the late 1920s and early 1930s. He consistently held a chauffeur's license but I don't know what it was needed or used for. So I take another detour to check the 1930 census record which indicates his occupation as coal weigher. This detour led me to a Freeport City Directory from 1926:
James is listed with Margaret as foreman but, interestingly for me--also listed are James' elusive siblings Elizabeth and Phillip! Bazinga (as Sheldon would say on The Big Bang Theory). Of course, I have to link this to these two as well and now the original research is well off track. But I'm having a grand time and I'm so happy to be able to share it with you all. More to come.
First, thank you Angela for being so generous in sharing the ephemera from your Dad's collection. I spent much of Christmas afternoon scanning and researching. Here's one example of the trail I followed until I was well off the trail.
As you can see, this is a vehicle registration from 1931 for your grandfather James. I notice the vehicle is a Willys 6. This was not familiar to me, so I can't resist doing a little further research. And this is exactly where the scanning stops and the off course wandering begins.
This is a 1931 Willys Six Model 97. Pretty snappy. First it occurs to me that James had a very up-to-date vehicle for himself. I don't really know what it might mean to be a chauffeur in Freeport NY in the late 1920s and early 1930s. He consistently held a chauffeur's license but I don't know what it was needed or used for. So I take another detour to check the 1930 census record which indicates his occupation as coal weigher. This detour led me to a Freeport City Directory from 1926:
James is listed with Margaret as foreman but, interestingly for me--also listed are James' elusive siblings Elizabeth and Phillip! Bazinga (as Sheldon would say on The Big Bang Theory). Of course, I have to link this to these two as well and now the original research is well off track. But I'm having a grand time and I'm so happy to be able to share it with you all. More to come.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
They Are All Our Children
I've had a difficult time coming up with words for blog posts in light of the Newtown murders. I can barely think about the shootings, let alone find words. I know I'm not alone in this. President Obama delivered a powerful message to the nation to address this and did so in a manner I only wish I could approach in my writing and speaking.
And he's absolutely correct. Our first job is to take care of the children and we aren't doing it well enough. Change is needed.
OK. Taking a turn now. I intended to issue this challenge closer to New Year's but it seems appropriate now to reflect on the good things that have happened in the last year. The challenge is to post ONE single image that sums up what was best in 2012 for you.
Here's mine. It wasn't so easy to pick just one. Try it.
And he's absolutely correct. Our first job is to take care of the children and we aren't doing it well enough. Change is needed.
OK. Taking a turn now. I intended to issue this challenge closer to New Year's but it seems appropriate now to reflect on the good things that have happened in the last year. The challenge is to post ONE single image that sums up what was best in 2012 for you.
Here's mine. It wasn't so easy to pick just one. Try it.
My images from this past year reflect my new eye to detail. Taking time to look, listen, smell and absorb atmosphere and surroundings has brought great rewards. This picture was taken on a beach in Gloucester on a Sunday morning. We hadn't been to this beach before and it was another beautiful gem we've discovered in Gloucester. I love the shadows and the relative size of this clam shell left behind by the tide. I got down on my knees to take this. It's a great exercise in perspective to do so. Perspective is a tool I don't use enough!
So what's yours? I challenge you to pick one and post it here with its story.
It was great to see Jean, Bob, Hailey, Kathleen and Nick over the weekend. We are looking forward to Christmas Eve when we can hug all the children a little tighter than usual. You parents might want to give them a heads-up about that :)
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Trentino Blog for you to consider
I get occasional emails from this blog alerting me to interesting new posts. The two most recent posts are ones I thought you might enjoy: check it out at http://trentinoheritage.wordpress.com/author/trentinoheritage/
Touring your Trentino Village online and checking out the photo collection are the two posts I'm referring to.
Enjoy. Happy Birthday tomorrow Jake!
Touring your Trentino Village online and checking out the photo collection are the two posts I'm referring to.
Enjoy. Happy Birthday tomorrow Jake!
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Your Christmas Bonus
This is quite adorable. And you thought all I did was waste my time on Ancestry.com!
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