Early, Edward James

1888 - 1955  (67 years)    Has 6 ancestors but no descendants in this family tree.

• Name	Early, Edward James
  Born	20 Feb 1888	Green Bay, Brown, Wisconsin, USA
  Gender	Male
  Family History Researcher	From Rootsweb; # ID: I114032125 # Name: Edward James EARLY # Given Name: Edward James # Surname: Early # Sex: M # Birth: September 20, 1888 in Green Bay, Wisconsin # Death: October 23, 1955 in Detroit, Michigan # Event: Gampa graduated with a civil engineering degree from Marquette University around 1907. One of his sisters became a nun and the other, a missionary nurse living in China, survived a grueling four years in a Japanese prison during the Second World War Military Service Major, Army Ordinance, WWI # Occupation: Michigan Testing Engineers, Inc., Michigan Drilling Division, Detroit, MI Civil Engineer, Founded Michigan Drilling Company # Event: Property Owned the first car in Green Bay, Wisconsin. # Religion: Gampa wanted to buy a rock quarry but Ganger didn't want him to, so he didn't. Third Order Franciscan who died the night after returning from a retreat at Manresa, the Jesuit retreat house in Detroit. (His son Ted also died two years later after the same retreat) # Event: William X. Andrews-In 1918 Gampa was serving in France as a captain in army ordnance when Ganger gave birth to my mother, Betty Jane Early. Mom was born in Washington, D.C., during the opening phase of the Meuse-Argonne Offensive that ended the Great War. Military Service 1918 # Event: Reunited at war's end and anticipating economic opportunities in the bourgeoning automobile Mecca of southeast Michigan, Gampa and Ganger moved their young family from Green bay to Detroit. Military Discharge 1920 # Occupation: There my grandfather founded the Michigan Drilling Company, an engineering firm that drilled and analyzed core soil samples to determine foundation strengths for the skyscrapers being built during the boom years of the roaring twenties. # Event: Jamie Early: Michigan Drilling is no more! Neither is Michigan TestingEngineers, which was a spin-off! Both were sold as a package to a civil engineering firm in Chicago - McDonald or McCormick. Basically, the union activities forced Uncle Nevs hand. Description It was either to sell it or fold it! # Event: Gamps's friend Phil Sheridan who lived in a large house next door to St. Joseph's Academy suggested that Gampa should meet the new chemistry teacher, Ms. O'Keefe, who had just graduated from Milwaukee Downer (Lawrence University) Description # Event: June 2005 his daughter Betty told her son John that even when the fire company came out to extinguish the bus set on fire by John & his brother Bill Gampa told them that his birthday was 1885 & that his insurance went up quite a bit. She said the bus was Description a mobile lab to test core samples and was not used to transport his men to job sites. # Event: Uncle Nev took a position with the company to whom he sold Michigan Drilling & remained with the group until his sudden death. It was in Chicago & he was a speaker at a civil engineering convention and was struck with an aneurysm while giving his talk, on Description stage. The doctors said he never knew what hit him & was dead before he hit the floor # Event: Started work at 7:00 every morning and therefore did not make daily mass like his brother Jim. Description # Residence: Gampa and Ganger wanted to move to and live in France after World War I but Uncle Ted got sick and they didn't. # Event: Although his father traded in land, it is not know whether Gampa ever lived on a farm. Gampa loved the earth. His daughter Betty saw him plant grape vines in the back yard and they'd have wonderful grapes. He was good at everything he did. He always wore Description a suit, white shirt and tie. # Event: Although there was never any unkind words between them, his Daughter Betty never saw her parents hold hands and never saw her mother show any affection toward her husband. She must not have appreciated the wonderful person he was. Ganger was never unkind Description or uncharitable. # Note: Edward J. Early ("Gampa" to his grandchildren) like his daughter, Betty, had a strong faith and was very saintly. He was a Third Order Franciscan and never missed an event or a retreat. He was very humerous, joked a lot and had a beautiful smile and laugh. His daughter Betty recalls that he would never touch liquor, possibly because his older brother Will in his last year of medical school had tried drugs due to the pressures of medical school and became addicted to heroin. His daughter Betty also recalls that he would read the Engineering News Record in any leisure time he had, so it was a great surprise to her that he could play the piano beautifully. He never missed saying his 10:00 p.m. nightly rosary in his rust-colored, barrell chair. Regardless of who was there at that time (could have been Henry Ford), he would start his rosary. For about two years while at Marquette University he seroiusly considered entering the Jesuit seminary. He was an usher at the opera between 1905 and 1910 while he was in college and heard Enrico Caruso sing many times. His sister Ella attended St. Joseph's Academy in Green Bay and introduced him to her chemistry teacher, Jessica Agnes O'Keefe. They were married in the chapel of St. Joseph's Academy in Green Bay which the nuns had beautifully decorated with holly, etc. for the occasion. That same year Ella entered the convent of the St. Joseph's order, taking the name Sister Mary James and Margaret left for China. Gampa had started in his father's real estate business in Green Bay before entering the Army. His first son was born on October 3, 1915 in Green Bay, and died in the hospital ten days later after a nurse left the window in the hospital open and the baby caught pneumonia. That day, before knowing that his baby had died, Gampa fell down a set of stairs and his wedding ring fell off, the only day in his life that this ring was off of his finger. Gampa was called into the Army and served as a Captain and then a Major in ordinance. He spent most of his Army career in Washington, D.C. and the Aberdeen Proving Grounds in Maryland before being sent to France. His wife, Jessica, would see President Woodrow Wilson out for a walk in the mornings while she was pushing her daughter in a stroller. While in France, Gampa managed to get to Mass daily and met a French family there. He was billetted with his ordanance company and didn't get away often, but before he left, this family that he had grown to love wanted him to come to a family dinner. They put wine before him and everybody noticed that he did not touch the bottle. His dear friend, the father, asked him, "Is the wine not to your taste?" Gampa politely said, "Thank you, but I'll not have any." So the father went out and got a different wine and put it before him. The father was so ernestly looking for a wine Gampa would like, that finally Gampa stood up, held the glass of wine up and said, "This is my premier drink." Then as best he could in French he told the family that he had promised never to touch alcohol, and that because of his love for this family he was having it. In 1918 just before the war ended, after being in France less than a year, Gampa's pistol discharged in his holster while mouned on his horse and the bullet went through his leg causing him to be hospitalized and returned to the states. His daughter Betty recalls the lump on his shin that never went down. He was returned from France to Washington, D.C. just before his daughter Betty was born and was discharged from the army several months later. He returned to Green Bay after the war and then decided to move to Detroit because it was a booming town and presented good opportunities for engineers. Gampa started Michigan Drilling Company in about 1925 after having formed an association of general contractors in Detroit to assist contractors with their contracts. He kept Michigan Drilling Company going through the depression when there was no work by working as an engineer with General Motors on the tanks they manufactured. He later worked legistation through the Michigan legislature to require soil testing for certain buildings in Michigan. Gampa met Henry Ford for the first time when he had a drilling site next to the 1,000 acre Ford farm in Dearborn. Ford was walking through the pasture and Gampa recognized him. Ford asked if the exhaust from the drill might injure the trees and Gampa agreed that it might and moved the drilling site. As thanks, Ford sent two huge granite stone benches to Gampa. Ford later asked Gampa to do the soil testing/drilling for his River Rouge plant. Ford later introduced Gampa to his dearest friend Thomas A. Edison and they also became friends. The family moved to Monica Street in Detroit when Gampa's daughter Betty was 9 or 10 in 1926 or 1927. They moved to 2850 Oakman Boulevard in Detroit twenty years or so later after World War II on the day Betty returned home from the hospital after her son Bill was born, but before Betty's brother Ted had returned home from the war in Europe. Earlier, Betty's father had planned to put money into the construction of an office building for Michigan Drilling Company, but came home to find that his wife, Jessica, had been crying. He told her then and there that the house on Oakman Boulevard was her's and he postponed building the offices for Michigan Drilling Company. Betty tells the story of her mother telling her that just after her son Ted had died, she had written a very large check in payment of carpeting for the Michigan Drilling Company president's office. That night Ted's wife Catherine called Jessica and mentioned to her that she now owned Michigan Drilling Company. Betty also mentioned that her mother had earlier suggested to her husband that he just sell Michigan Drilling Company for a very large amount. He had appearnely responded that he made that much from the company in a year. Nevil Thomas, Catherine's brother who had worked for Michigan Drilling Company since coming to the United States from England after World War II, took over Michigan Drilling Company after Ted died. Ted had worked for Michigan Drilling Company his full work career, finally as president after his father died in 1955. The Andrews children saw Uncle Nevil for the last time when he came to Nashville for their grandmother's funeral in 1971. In the late 1950s or early 1960s, their father, William L. Andrews, had accompanied Ganger to the settlement of Michigan Drilling Company, the $70,000 settlement being paid by Nevil out of his own salary from the company according to Betty. William L. Andrews bought some Voice of Music and other stereo equipment with Ganger's payment to him for helping her. Gampa was a very religious man and his grandson John Andrews recalls his mother telling him about an incident where Gampa was driving a drilling truck with his men when the truck slipped off of the road and down a very steep and high incline. Gampa said, "Pray for a snow bank!" and they then hit a snow bank which probably saved their lives. John recalls as a child in Detroit seeing a squerrel frequently run through the door of the lab and climb onto Gampa's desk and receive a nut from him and then after his death the squerrel coming up but not finding Gampa there any longer. He also recalls how he loved the smell of Gampa's cigar smoke, being allowed to draw or otherwise play in the lab while Gampa, Uncle Ted and the other men were working and doing their testing in the lab, and seeing early on Thanksgiving morning the turkey Gampa had hung on a tree visable from the breakfast room. Gampa made a retreat at Manresa Jesuit Retreat House in Detroit the weekend before his death October 1955. When he got home on that Sunday evening after the retreat, he told his wife that he was tired and went to bed. The next morning she found him in his bed in his little bedroom off the living room, which he had also used as a beautifully designed chapel, with his arms outstreached reaching toward the large crucifix on the wall. That morning his wife found in the pocket of his suit coat that he had worn to his last retreat a holy card that read, "I am going home. You will miss me, but don't cry because...." That night at about the time of his death, his daughter Betty saw Gampa appear to her at the foot of her bed in the front room of the Lewisburg, Tennessee farm. The next morning when she answered Ganger's phone call, before Ganger could say anything, Betty said, "It's Daddy, isn't it?," knowing that he had died. John, remembers Gampa as a very quiet yet strong and lovable man. He recalls seeing Gampa the summer before his death for the last time as they were getting ready to leave for the farm after summer vacation. Gampa looked sad to him for the first time. John recalls how much he loved and admired Gampa and, although he also loved the farm, how much he missed Gampa and Detroit when the family moved to the farm in 1953, and how for several years after Gampa's death he just ached for and longed to see Gampa again. He also recalls the long line of people stretching out the door and around the block on Oakman Boulevard for the rosary before Gampa's casket. John also recalls his brother Bill saying in a dismayed voice during the 1980s, "Did you know that Gampa was a Republican?" AUGUST 29, 2007 INTERVIEW WITH DAUGHTER ELIZABETH JANE EARLY ANDREWS: EJEA: Susan said even though it seems all resolved with you, you were so obsessed with your mother (Ganger), in matter of fact, the first time Daddy ever saw me at Stuttgart, I was mailing a letter, looking for the post office. JEA: To Ganger or to Ganger and Gampa? EJEA: Oh, yea, I always said Daddy and Mother. But it was just a complete, it was so... But that day it was a gift from God. Susan said you saw with a start how you could look back on the years and Daddy (Gampa) was so intelligent yet she had this thing about Hiram Fisk, the name itself. But she said, you have to resolve that. My mother did like to say the Rosary. Every time she would go by St. Aliousious Church, she would stop in and say her Rosary. So what I do is say my Rosary aloud and I talk just very softly and I walk, because it's an effort to walk now and I walk around here. But I say the Rosary and I say, Daddy and Mother and Ted and Joan, join me if you will in the Rosary. Because I can look back now all the years that my father really… The priests, there were three priests on the alter at my father's funeral, and this one priest said, "I've never met a more saintly man than Ed Early." He was just a good man, but I just really know how he was treated. Daddy was so religious... I remember he would always take me down to his office because I was always interested in engineering and construction and I'd meet these Italians, and I'd save the tin foil. These contractors, they were Italian and could hardly speak English. But my father was just cut out of everything - It was Hiram Fisk. My mother mentioned Hiram Fisk just weeks before she died. She told me that. She said, "Daddy told me that Hirahm Fisk was in love with me. He told me that when you were born. You could tell by the way he looked." It's very common. When she marries someone else. They want you to carry the torch. That's very important to them. It's an amazing psychological thing. JEA: What was he doing in Washington? EJEA: The war had ended and he was mustering out of the Army and he came back from France and I was born there in Washington. Oh, by the way I got the address of Irving Street. It's 550 Irving Street, North West. They didn't have zip codes then. Ganger would walk by the White House every morning. JEA: So, what was Hirahm Fisk doing in the Army during World War I? EJEA: He was a dollar a year man. These wealthy people that just do anything, they offer their services at $1 per year. I don't think he entered military service. He had all kinds of strings to pull. But, he got the flu, and the flu went all over the country during World War I, and he died in Washington. JEA: What made you think Gampa was lonely? EJEA: Oh, he never acted lonely. I shouldn't talk like this. Daddy, for instance, loved water with his dinner. I never saw mother ever put a glass of water in front of him and I never did because we never heard, "get your father…," and he liked bread. A very simple eater. And, but I never saw mother there; you know, like when John Lademan comes in, he sits at the head of the table and he has the bigger plate, he has the nicer crystal; he's treated with respect as a father. I never saw that with my father. I never saw my mother sitting-never dislike, but just as if he wasn't there. This is awful to say, but I'm interested psychologically in things like this. But he was just a real person. And the Italians all loved him. They all, all the contractors, they all became millionaire contractors. He had this Association of General Contractors - AGC. They were mostly Italians, different immigrants to our country - hard workers, very thrifty, big families, and very loyal wives. And I'd wad up my tin foil. I would save it all week when I knew where I was going. But people loved Daddy. I remember when he died, they brought over a Franciscan robe for him to wear when he died, in the coffin. And they came over and I said oh thank you for doing that. They said, "we'd do anything in this world for that man." People loved him, you know. But a very good and holy man. A very holy man. And I think, I think, and I might be wrong, but I kind of think he may have been closer to me than anybody. I just never got a chance to . But I think saying this rosary, and as I say, I say it real low, I say "oh my God I am most heartly sorry for having offended…" so that my voice is heard by them. And it's the first time that I've ever prayed knowing that my brother needs prayers. And my sister just had such a sad life. Sad, sad life. Real dear girl you know. But for some reason my mother ... Just a dear, dear girl. People who have big families are the types that don't play favorites or just have one child that... But it's interesting. Life is interesting… JEA: Did you ever read any letters that people wrote to Gampa? EJEA: He never wrote letters. Too busy. I received, I had a letter, I don't know, but what I was going to say is, he told me that he prayed more for me in a mixed marriage then he did for his sister Margaret in a Japanese prison. … It's interesting. This next realm is something awesome. But honey I've talked enough. This is uninteresting. But I just want to say that it is awesome, it is nothing to fear. I say, "Dear God, I'm a little bit scared." You know, it's scary to take a step. But then do you know what I say? I say give our children holy, happy deaths. And all of our family have had amazing deaths. Never brought to a hospital. Even Daddy when he was…what honey, what were you going to say? JEA: But what about Uncle Ted. What was he like when he was little? But what was Uncle Ted like? EJEA: That's what I'm telling you. He'd do the dishes his night, and stuff all the dishes and pans in the sink, in the refrigerator. So then it got so… I'm the only one that did dishes because my sister was a little like that too. So I loved to do dishes and I still do. And I did then. But Ted, Ted needs prayers. I know that. And I never till now have asked them, I'd just said Daddy and Mother. I know how my father loves to say the rosary. And then I just go back and I say, "and their Daddy and mother, John and Mary Brogan Early from Ireland, and Timothy and Bridget White Early. I said if you just join in the rosary with us, just feel free. I just made it one intention, I don't say it all the time. But now when I say it... you know, the Lord says you do not pray for them with a lot of words, so I made the one intention, and I go back to Bridget White, Timothy from Ireland on my father's side, and I say even farther back be free to join us. And then on my mother's side, the elite, the lace-curtain Irish. As a matter of fact, one time they did a fashion show, a very elegant fashion show on television in New York and the background of these girls in elegant cloths and the men elegantly dressed was the castle in Ireland of my grandfather, Sheridan Knowles' family, you know. So, that's where my mother gets that. She can't get over that she made a plebian … I really do. I think she believes they are lace- curtain and they are shanty Irish. Even though they are all educated, doctors you know. She can't get over the fact that Daddy wasn't a Hiram Fisk. I really believe that's the crux of it. It's an interesting thing. But I know that even, I imagine my faith and my father's kind of irritated my mother. She never showed that until we were on …I don't know why I'm saying all this. I really don't. I shouldn't. But when we were on Granny White, I'd said, "Mother, would you like to say a rosary?" And she'd say, "Oh, you're just like your father!" It was the most insulting thing she could say in her mind. And that was the first time... and it was soon after that that I heard mother in the library. I told you how I happened to be going by and she said I took John out of engineering. She said here he took the highest calculus exam at St. Louis University. And Fr. Blum who was Dean of Engineering at St. Louis University, he said I never saw an all "A", I've never seen it as long as I've been dean at St. Louis University. Yet to mother, Daddy was... something… the English have that. If you dress right, remember Ganger's brother Horace, he told Bill and you, "the cloths make the man." SUE: You know those letters from your mother to your Dad though while he was in the Army. They were really nice though. EJEA: My mother was never mean to anybody. She just, she was … you can tell how Miriam sets the table. That's the only way I can express it. Oh, yea. Dear Eddie. They were living at 550 Irving Street . My mother never lost her temper or anything. My mother was a very cultured… and intelligent. My mother was very intelligent. But she, as I say, I finally hit the crux of it. She was the Irish castle, County Clair and her mother's uncle, her father's brother was Sheridan Knowles, one of the biggest playwright... I think he wrote 40, 50, 60 books. JEA; I think he was James Sheridan Knows and he was called Sir Sheridan Knowles. EJEA: I think so. He was knighted. They were all very intelligent. But Daddy.. that wasn't part of her clan. I'm going to tell you something and I really shouldn't say it. I really noticed it later. My father was an orphan really. His mother died a couple of months after Sister Mary James was born and they even had to go to an orphanage for awhile. Sister Mary James still remembered it and it was a shock to leave your home and everything. Catholic - the nuns were good nuns, but anyway, it's kind of hard to say this but my mother when we'd go to Wisconsin never went with Daddy to Green Bay to visit Uncle Jim, Uncle Will, brothers, or sister Mary James or Margaret. Never were they invited to our house to stay. Her brother came and she named Ted Carroll after her brother. But my mother never even when Uncle Jim was sitting - I came in when my father died and Uncle Jim was sitting right next to the fireplace, next to the coffin, and Sister Mary James was beside him, and I walked in and I said, "Daddy!" He looked so much like my father. JEA: He did. They were almost identical he looked so much like him. And spoke just like him, same inflection and everything. It's unbelievable. EJEA: I have a picture when they were all in New York to meet the Gripsom when Margaret came back from China, and it was awful of my father; it just did not look like him. Jim coming forward in front looked more like my father. But I'm glad I have that picture. But we would go to Wisconsin, we'd visit Nanny, Elizabeth O'Keefe, her mother, and we'd see all these friends, DeBoths and all these big names in Green Bay, in matter of fact, the Green bay Packers, Irene Packer, was my mother's greatest friend, and all of them, but never would she get in the car with Daddy and go, and he hardly ever had a chance to get down there, and never once, and I never got a chance to get to know any of Uncle Jim's 12 children or so, most of them girls, and Uncle Will's children. I knew Jack Early that David visited. Because I remember that little boy, Jackie. I remember him. He was a few years younger than I. But I never once saw any of my - now, I never told anyone, so that's where my prayers - Susan said pray for them. I never once saw my mother send a Christmas card to them. When Daddy died, all the plate was full of not flowers, or cards attached to flowers, all of them were Masses from the Earlys and Brogans and… JEA: Margaret didn't come to Gampa's funeral did she? EJEA: Margaret was in the hospital in Colorado after coming from the Japanese prison camp, but they just gave her a room and they said she was always working for other people. She said that when she was in the prison camp, 7 years I think, she said they were never dishonored by the Japanese. And she said the minute a priest was thrown in prison, see a casik was a regular dress of Chinese. That's where priests got the casik. So you wouldn't know a priest. And priests were thrown in more, Chinese priests, she said they would save their bread and he'd celebrate Mass. They'd let something ferment to make wine, I forget. The most fervent Masses you ever attended. JEA: Well, why didn't Margaret come to Gampa's funeral I wonder? EJEA: She was in the hospital, she was I think 80 pounds when she came out of the prison of war camp and she never came up to Detroit or Wisconsin. She stayed in the hospital. I don't know how many years she lived after she returned. JEA: Well, she died in the early 70s didn't she? EJEA: Yea. But she was not able to, they said she worked all the time, like a nurse. JEA; So she wasn't employed by the hospital? EJEA: Oh, no. JEA: So they just let her retire there. I was there at Fitzsimmons general Hospital visiting a friend in 1967, she was right there in the same building and I didn't even think to try to see her. EJEA: All of her brothers' children, and of course I was one of them, she had an envelope to every one of them. See her sister was a nun so the two girls didn't have any children, and she never married. You saw a picture of her, a beautiful picture. JEA: In her nurses uniform, I never saw it before and don't know where it came from. EJEA: I gave it to you. Your have it? Anyway, she had an envelope to every one of her brothers' children. That was sizeable because, you know, we .. but on my envelope, nothing said but God bless you. But with the money, I made the front porch into a room. JEA; So she sent this before she died. You didn't get it as part of her Will. EJEA: Just before. I don't remember whether she send a check or cash, but I'm sure it had to be a check. But I loved that open porch . As nice as the sun room is. In the old days farms had front and back porches. I liked that. I hope we get back to it, you know. But anyway, never did I visit any of them, never were they invited to visit. It was very, very obvious. And you don't question when you're growing up. After that eye opening, it was all so real to me. JEA; Who was Ganger talking to when she said that in the Pine Room? EJEA: Oh, to Aunt Joan. JEA: So, she was visiting Ganger just before she died? EJEA: See, to me it's more important that brothers and sisters love each other then they . I've always felt that. But I heard she was talking, that poor little Joan who never had anybody or anything. It was kind of like breaking, like she didn't want us to like each other. That's what came through. She said, "Betty took John out of engineering school." Well, after Viet Nam, everything was all, engineering colleges were all boys at that time. So for John, engineering would be closed for a year or two. JEA: St. Louis U shut down their engineering school and Dental school and never reopened either. EJEA: Did Parks. JEA: No, Parks stayed open. Parks still exists. EJEA: But anyway, she said I took him out of engineering school… why am I saying these things? Why am I saying these things? JEA: But what happened when Ganger got Extreme Unction? EJEA: She said, and this was really wonderful to me, that's why I say the next realm is very close. She said, and Joan was in the room, and Susan heard it. She said, "this Glow." Father John Hendrix anointed Ganger. He had you at Father Ryan.. By the way Bishop Choby sure spoke of you to Bill. He said, "oh yea, John headed the Moina, the school paper, and still could take four years of Latin and Greek," he remembers. He said to Bill, "you were a year or two older than we were, weren't you?" But anyway, what I was going to say is, she said when Father John Hendrix came and anointed her, that week it was different, she said "why, where does this light come from?" Gen. Wholesale Chicago, ILL Railroad & Gen. Construction Ours of Land thies LETTER TO EDWARD JAMES EARLY FROM WALKER: February 3, 1918 My Dear Captain:- It is indeed a pleasure to receive such a letter as you write and your cheering words deserve a much more speedy reply than I am sending. However, as you may easily realize we are intensely active about now and personal pleasures such as writing have to be cast aside. Since I last wrote several real things have occurred to me up until recently. I have been doing work on all kinds of trench warfare materiel. One interesting thing was a visit to a British Trench Mortar school. At this school I had an opportunity to study not only British guns but also the various types that make up the British forces. My hat is off to the Australians and our cousin the Canadians. But this experience, interesting and exciting as it was, has been put very far in the background by a more recent trip of mine. As I say I had been handling trench warfare material in general but it seems that a letter was received by the General that gave away my past history as an "expert" on pyrotechnics and now, among other things, I am in full charge of this interesting phase of the work. As a result when a call was made for some one to go to the front lines to look into the subject, I was hurried away and in a few hours stood gazing across "No man's land" into the German lines and beyond to their communications trenches. God, man, it was fascinating and I shall never forget that first glimpse of what we have all read about for nearly four years. Machine guns and rifles were spitting away and now and then the big guns would boom. We left the car in a certain spot in a certain town one day and the next day when we returned that spot was a big shell hole. The dear little message arrived during the night. As my work was of a special character and as the place was not particularly healthy we did not stay long. We just got back to a safer area when the artillery duel started up. I learned a good bit about fireworks which I expect to supplement next week with a visit to a large French factory. In regard to the Rifle Light fired from the V. B. Tromblon the blank cartridges ought to be attached to the light by a wire on something with about two extra cartridges to a box of say thirty lights. The Very Pistol of the ten gauge variety is, I am afraid, too small for signal, which when the air is full of dust and smoke. The 25 mm or 1" of the French is better unless the light of your pistol is more powerful. I would advise trying it out by comparison if you have the French material. If not get Ragsdale to either wire for some or send over some pistols and lights right away and I will do it. I wish you would send me a list of markings on the boxes the different pieces are packed in and also the markings on the pieces themselves. In regard to the 35 mm Pistol of which I have cabled several times, it is absolutely necessary for aviation as the other is too small. Only yesterday I received your cable on that subject and made arrangements for all information to be sent to you. It ought to arrive soon after this letter. See if you can get the real dope on the rifle grenade situation. What I want to know is whether or not a really exhaustive test was tried to determine the effect of the firing on the U. S. Rifle. We have had a lot of trouble with the stocks breaking. From time to time I may be able to give you information that will aid you in developing the pyrotechnic game. I wish I might come over for a short trip but I would want to be sure of returning. Lieutenant Shaw just arrived. Best to all and write again. Walker. MEMO FROM EDWARD J. EARLY TO MAJOR PHILLIPS: American Expeditionary Forces Signal Corps Replacement Depot Office of the Zone Major A.P.O. 925 January 25, 1919 FROM: Edward J. Early, Captain Ordinance, H. R. & C Zone Major. TO: Major Philips, Personnel, R. R. & C., Tours. SUBJECT: R. R. & C Work in Cour Cheverny. 1. The Field Signal Battalions in this area are being concentrated in the local town, leaving the twelve towns in the zone free of troops. 2. Previous to the embarking of the men from the different towns, we held meetings with the mayors and billet owners and had all owners of billets sign short forms giving the outgoing troops clearance of all and any damage to the property, and in the majority of cases where claims were presented, we had an adjustment made between the property owners and the battalion officers, paid by battalion funds. The enclosed form from the town of Cellettes will give you a fair idea of the way the claims were sent in and how adjusted, leaving but one claim open. 3. I have a squad of men who go into each town after the troops leave, repairing all stone walls, fences, broken plaster and damage to the woodwork in the area, and, in several cases, doing repair work on the roads, etc. I found it necessary in a few cases to call in the representative of the Franco-American mission in Orleans. 4. There will be several claims which it is impossible to adjust other than by R. R. & C. funds, which will be forwarded shortly to the Claims Department. 5. The continual shifting of battalions since my arrival at this station has kept me so busy that it prevented my writing you at an earlier date. Will endeavor sometime in the coming week to get into Tours on a few special cases. E. J. Early EJE/FRT ___________________ Edward J. Early was born in 1888 and graduated with a civil engineering degree from Marquette University around 1907. One of his sisters became a nun and the other, a missionary nurse living in China, surviving a grueling four years in a Japanese prison during the Second World War. In 1918 he was serving in France as a captain in army ordnance during the opening phase of the Meuse-Argonne Offensive that ended the "Great War" when, while mounted on his horse, his pistol discharged sending a bullet thru his shin causing him to be returned to the states for medical treatment. Reunited with his family at war's end and anticipating economic opportunities in the bourgeoning automobile Mecca of southeast Michigan, he moved his young family from Green bay to Detroit. There he founded the Michigan Drilling Company, an engineering firm that drilled and analyzed core soil samples to determine foundation strengths for the skyscrapers being built during the boom years of the roaring twenties. He developed a friendship with Henry Ford and Thomas Edison and did the soil testing for Ford's River Rouge plant. His rigorous work ethic built wealth for his family and his savvy investment sense spared him the great economic losses visited on so many other families during the depression. _________________ The Consolations of Chess Bill Andrews (Grandson of E.J. Early) My maternal grandfather was an army major serving in France during the First World War. Among the items he brought home at the conflict's conclusion was a Parisian chess set whose pieces were fashioned from ivory. The white pieces were left in their natural state and the dark pieces were delicately painted red. After my grandfather's death, my grandmother gave me the set. It is one of my most prized possessions. It was my father who taught me and my siblings how to play chess. He thought the game would develop in us critical thinking skills for strategic planning and mental concentration. We, on the other hand, just played for fun. I can remember Dad saying that it is a game with an ancient pedigree. Although there is debate about its origins, most aficionados say it is the oldest skills game in the world - perhaps coming from China. It may well be so but I am always suspicious of superlative modifiers. We do know that the game was being playing in Persia in the seventh century AD and that it came to Spain by way of Arabs who occupied the Iberian Peninsula a century later. During the Reconquista, Christians in Spain picked up chess from the Moors and, after changing the names of the pieces to accommodate medieval feudal society, transmitted the game to the rest of Christian Europe. Dad also said that because it is an international game whose rules transcend language and culture, it has the ability to bring diverse peoples together. I found this to be the case when I first moved to Spain to study at the University of Barcelona. In that city's elegant pedestrian walkway known as the Ramblas, I noticed large groups of men playing the game. I purchased a set of wood-carved pieces in the form of Moors and Christians and set up on a café table. Within minutes I had takers and soon a throng of spectators formed to watch. Over the next months, playing chess on the Ramblas or with fellow students at the university, I made numerous friends whose conversations increased my language skills to the point of fluency. I found a similar situation when I was in Afghanistan where I spent nearly a month in Kandahar in 1974. We played the game nearly every day at a teahouse where, sitting shoeless on Persian carpets, we ate curry and rice with camel meat and drank copious quantities of hot tea. I played European tourists, Afghan truckers, Russians who I suspected were Soviet agents and a resident population of American and British hippies who, because of the availability of hashish, thought they had found Shangri-La. The hippies were the easiest to beat. The situation in Kandahar was similar to what I see each time I visit Washington Park in Greenwich Village. Chess players, more serious than most others I have encountered, can be found playing throughout the park on benches designed for chess. Here one can find Orthodox Jews playing Pakistani cabbies, starving actors playing wealthy uptown Manhattanites, and the tattered homeless playing Wall Street yuppies. The park is an island of thoughtful tranquility amidst a sea of noise, motion and traffic. The contrasts make for great photo opportunities. At the college I keep several chess sets in my office for any staff, faculty or students who wish to play. Back in the days when we had fifty-minute classes with shorter breaks between courses, it was not uncommon for a dozen students to congregate into my small office to play or to observe. Sometimes we would have three games going at once. Today the game still entices those who like to play and I can always find takers. When I am too busy to participate myself, I let the students play while I work on the computer. Among the student regulars who are playing this academic year are Nick Kiefer, Traci Cruey, Nick Moore, Scott Sayer, and Matt Abernathy. Over the years the most challenging opponent was John Gum who nearly always beat me. The one who made the greatest transformation from novice to "master" was Bryan Slagle who resorted to playing Internet computer chess at the expert level to develop his skills. Late last year I ran into Dr. Albert Domm who informed me that a chess club meets regularly on Friday evenings at the Senior Citizens Center in Maury County Park. Although that night is generally set aside for babysitting my granddaughter, I could not resist the temptation to check out the group. On the two occasions I played with these chess enthusiasts, I got beaten handily. They are such disciplined competitors that they often use the time clock to accelerate the pace of moves. This Friday night chess club is called the Columbian Connection and the players compete according to a sophisticated system of ranking. At the moment Al Domm has the most points but with a smile he admits that he is about to lose his exalted position with an up and coming challenger. When they tire of mental slugfests with each other, they move into the computer room where on the Internet they play with people from all over the world - Russians, Swedes, Germans and Frenchmen. My father was right when he said that the game is international, an opportunity to bring people together and to promote understanding. Because of the Internet, the game can transcend time and place. ________________ Talk of Joan Andrews (Grandaughter of E.J. Early), given at Meet the Abortion Providers, Sponsored by the Pro-life Action League, Chicago Thank you very much. It's really a great honor to be here. It's always such a blessing to be with Joe and Ann and the wonderful activists here in Chicago. Of course, I think every community claims Joe; even though he hails from Chicago, he's the one who goes around and started the activist movement all over this country and around the world. So it certainly is a pleasure and deep honor for me to be here with all of you. I know so many of you have been involved in the Right-to-Life Movement for years and years, longer than I have. Many of you are involved in the rescues that are going on now and that's just a great blessing. I think it ties in well with what we have heard today. What we have heard is our brothers and sisters who were abortionists and worked for abortionists, who have come out from that heinous evil and are now defending the babies. That's something so powerful to us and shows us that Jesus was right when He told us that our brothers and sisters are all lovable, every one of them, because they are of Him, of God. They are children of God and we should have been loving them all along. If we haven't, then the ones who spoke here today can teach us how to love the ones who are still doing abortions. It makes it easy to love the abortionists who are actually doing the killing today when we see the ones who used to do abortions, and who are such wonderful, lovable, godly people, so full of concern for the little babies, so full of sacrifice for the little babies. There is a great deal of suffering that goes on with abortion. First and primary is the suffering of the heart of God. He is so grieved about this. I think what grieves Him the most, despite the horrendous pain and evil of the killing of the little babies themselves, is that His people or people who claim His name, people who call themselves Christians or Jews who are bound to the covenant of the Lord God, are doing nothing to stop this killing. So many, many Christians and good Jews who consider themselves people of good will and godly people are not listening to the voice of God who is calling out in the night: Come save the little babies. Step forward and stop this holocaust. The hardness of heart is certainly not only with the abortionists. Probably a much deeper hardness of heart is with those who are practicing Christians and people of good will in any religion who consider themselves believers in God and believers in goodness, who are just ignoring this holocaust. When they are confronted with it, they just kind of make all kinds of excuses and rationalize. I understand that because I did the same thing myself in different ways. God gave me the grace of having been raised by a good Christian family, a good Catholic Christian family, so I knew right from the time I was a little kid what was right and what was wrong. We all have a conscience. God gives us all a conscience and deep in our heart we do know right from wrong, but it sure helps to have good parents to spell things out because the devil is always tempting us to not listen to our conscience and to make excuses and to rationalize. When we have good parents there helping to lead us, and good church leaders... I was a Catholic at a time when all priests preached the same thing about every evil. There was no such thing as one priest telling you one thing and another priest telling you another thing. They all told you adultery was wrong. They all told you that divorce was wrong. They all told you that abortion was wrong. And there was a heinous evil--all of those things. Nowadays, there is a lot of confusion in the church, and that's just the devil. The smoke of Satan is in the Church, not just the Catholic Church but all the churches. That's why the main Protestant denominations have all come out in support of abortion. That's not the true church. That's not God's people speaking. Even as messed-up as so many Catholics are these days, the teaching of the church is consistent, as it has been throughout the centuries, condemning abortion and all the evils. There is a faithful remnant in the church holding it together. That's true in every church, not just the Catholic Church. There's a faithful remnant. But these people are the ones God is asking to sacrifice much because they have been greatly blessed. They have had graces beyond those the others have had. The Lord tells us in Scripture that we are judged by what we know, and once we know something, then there are no excuses. I remember a passage where Jesus spoke, and He said that now the heavy weight is on you because now you know, and there is no excuse. You can't say you didn't know. We, of course, in this room do know. We are doing something about it, thank God. God bless you for it. But there are many, many other fellow Christians and people of good will out there who are not doing anything about it, and they do know. But we are pricking that conscience of theirs by being out there in the death camps, by blocking the killing. The more we are out there, a visible sign of God's love in the world and His truths, the more those other Christians and other people of good will who do acknowledge that abortion is evil and do proclaim that they are against abortion and do commit themselves to the Lord and make a public pronouncement of their commitment to the Lord, are going to be very, very uneasy. And they're squirming, and that's great! Let's look deeper into this. The whole reason this abortion holocaust has gone on as long as it has and has devoured our whole society the way it has and has gone right into infanticide and euthanasia and fetal experimentation and pornography--its tentacles reach all of us, into our families, the whole of society and Satan has come into the church--is because those who knew better and who proclaim the name of the Lord have done nothing, or have done very, very little. I think the bottom line is that we were not willing to sacrifice and suffer, and even die for the Lord, the Truth, goodness, for love. Love is God. They haven't been willing until now, and I really think we are willing now. I think this past year, more than any other time in the history of the Pro- Life Movement, the history of the church in this country, we are willing to suffer, and suffering will come. But right now, if we continue to grow as we are, the suffering won't be as great, but we aren't even concerned about that. I believe that truly, that we are not really concerned about that. What we really are concerned about is doing God's will, and if it means suffering, we'll embrace that suffering and count ourselves blessed, deeply blessed for the privilege of suffering just a little bit for the Lord. I don't care how great the suffering is, if it's only just a little bit, it will never be what the babies have suffered because they're so young and defenseless. Even if we were ripped apart ourselves, we have lived a life on this earth, we will never experience the rejection they have experienced. Primarily, the rejection at our own hands and those who are like us, who proclaim the name of the Lord. If it weren't for such a good God we could never make up for that, none of us could. I consider myself far more guilty than any abortionist. Because I knew better. I knew all along how bad it was, and I was just so weak and scared, even though I knew the Lord would give me enough strength to do what He asked of me. I knew that all my life. Even though I knew that, I kept centering my focus on myself and so, so often failing to respond to His grace and to His beckoning. In 1973 1 came to Chicago to try to disarm murder weapons, and, of course, if I knew Joe Scheidler was here I would have gone ahead and done it. But I didn't know that, so I chickened out and went back home. So I did little things, but I knew deep in my heart that I was not doing what God was calling me to do. But about seven years later I started going right to the death camps and blocking the killing. That's what I knew God was asking of me, in charity toward these little babies. But just as much, and even in a way more importantly, acting in charity and love, and by example for my dear brothers and sisters who were abortionists who needed that example, and needed my love, and needed to see the gentleness of God, the forgiveness of God, and the goodness of God, the holiness of God through my life, through my example. I'm still failing God miserably by not being the example I should be, but I'm trying, and the Lord is blessing me. He is blessing everyone in this room. Here we are, listening to our brothers and sisters who once were caught up in that evil because of our failure and the attacks of Satan. With that combination they fell into this atrocious evil. But we're here, listening to them, and learning from them, and we'll be able to go out in love to the many, many brothers and sisters in our society and in the world who are continuing in this evil and destroying their own souls. I had a problem dealing with people who responded to the devil's temptation to murder the innocent. When I was a little kid I read a lot about the Nazi Holocaust in Germany, and even though it was over by the time I was born, I still could not get rid of the oppression of what happened just a few years before my time. I couldn't get over it because it was such recent history, for one thing. And it was in a civilized society and it was allowed to be done by Christians. The vast majority of the population was Christian, even though many good Christians stepped forward and rescued the Jews, and it was the Evangelicals and the Catholics and a few others who were rescuing the Jews and the other so-called outcasts of Germany and then all of Western Europe. They still were a minority doing it, and I knew as a kid that mass murder could not take place in any society without that society turning its back on the killing and allowing it to take place. Even a kid knows that, because you realize that there are a lot of people in the world and not that many government officials. The masses of the people can stop whatever evil is going on, and if the masses of the people happen to be Christian, and there are lots of churches around--you see people always going to church, and you read that in Germany everybody was going to church--you realize that people have failed, they have failed their God. And they were calling themselves Christians. So that really bothered me. I had a deep anger and great confusion about why Christians allowed that to happen. But I had even a deeper anger about the Nazis who actually did the killing and the guards at the extermination camps. The way I came to deal with that was just through prayer. I went one year to college and when I was there I finally came to terms with that and God just flooded me with grace. Always, I envisioned myself at a death camp, and I viewed the Jews with the yellow stars on them and the tattoos on their arms, starving and skinny, just skin and bones like the little babies when we see their bodies piled up. I saw them in humble prayer. Then I saw the Nazi guards, and all of a sudden I was just overwhelmed with pity and tenderness for the guards. And I thought, gee whiz, who deserves my pity more? Who needs my prayers more? The Jewish victims who are on their way to Heaven, who are good and innocent, or those who are murdering them? I Just felt such pity. Whose shoes would I rather be in? I certainly would rather be in the shoes of the victims than the shoes of those who were doing the persecuting. So I really felt a great tenderness and a forgiveness in my own heart for them. I prayed with love in my heart for them. So then when the abortion holocaust came, when I was 25 years old, I was overwhelmed by shock. My first anger was at the church because it was silent. I certainly didn't see everybody out in the streets, an uprising of the churches. I didn't see that, and that was a shock. The silence was a shock. Then knowing that individual mothers and fathers were taking their little babies in to be killed, and that there were people out there, abortionists willing and wanting to do the killing. Then all of a sudden, through prayer again, I realized that these people needed my example and that they were victims of a Christian community in my country now, in America, that was being silent. Had the church stood up and said, no way are you going to kill little babies, if it were pronounced from every pulpit and people were told to not just pray, but prayer and action, and get out there and stop the killing, it wouldn't happen. What struck me today was that both doctors said that it wasn't that they wanted to do abortions; it wasn't that they were overwhelmed with this evil glee, let's kill all these babies! It wasn't that they were shocked when they first saw what was happening, the little arms and legs, and that little human beings were being torn apart. It was that they had no commitment to anything. And they really had no one to take them aside and be a friend, and say, listen, please. You don't want to do that, you don't have to be involved in this. These are little babies. But they didn't have anyone doing that. So that's what's needed. We need to be out there for them. We have to be there in gentleness and in love, but in firmness. Like a parent with a child, if your child is going to do something horrendous like take a brick and throw it through your neighbor's window, or beat up an old lady, or beat up another kid, you don't ignore it, nor do you scream abusive things at your child. That's not going to teach a child. That's not going to turn his heart. Kids can be really kind of mean sometimes. I remember hearing some stories recently about some kids who were picking on an elderly person who lived alone and maybe had some ways that weren't quite similar to the way most people behave. So they were tormenting this poor fellow. But the mother of one of the kids who was doing it just said, you know, I wonder how you'd feel if one day your dad and I got a little feeble in our old age, and how would you feel if some kids your age came and tormented us? The boy never answered to anything, but that night he took his dinner to the neighbor and apologized for the broken window. That's what example is. A gentle word. That mother didn't take him by the ear and pull him in the bedroom and give him a slapping. I think we have to approach our brother and sister abortionists in gentleness and love and forgiveness, but in firmness. We've got to block the killing. We've got to be there. And they have to see the humanity of the babies through us. The only way they are going to see the humanity of the babies through us is to see such love in our hearts, not only for them, but for these little babies that we can get beat up, kicked, screamed at, and treated in the foulest way, but we will remain gentle and loving. But we will not remove ourselves from the door, blocking the killing at the death camps. When there are hundreds of thousands of us doing it, their hearts will be converted. I think one of us doing it, a lone rescuer might convert somebody. But eventually this whole nation will be converted when we are all out there blocking the killing. Of course, the other work has to go on--the legislative, the alternatives, the education. But none of that is going to ring true unless we put actions behind our words and be there for the individual babies dying each day in our community. If we're going to save the babies ten years from now, pass a law and get baby protection on the books ten years from now we're going to have to ignore the babies dying in our community right now. But we will start working now and we will work every day. It's illegal to be out there to protect them. But that illegal is not legitimate because one cannot really legalize murder. We all know that. That's why judges and police officers and other individual public officials in Nazi Germany who went along with that killing, which was legal in that country and it was a duly elected government, they were prosecuted and some were executed because you cannot legalize murder. That's why those of us who go out there and block the killing in this country--we are enforcing the legitimate law. But we have to be that example. We have to be that example for all the reasons I just said. When I was at college that one year, I read a poem that was written by an inmate at the Nazi extermination camp, and what he said was that the Nazis came and arrested them in the spring of the year, and they rounded up all the Jews in the neighborhood and threw them in the back of trucks. He could remember looking out to try to catch the eye of one of his neighbors to see if they were concerned and were going to try and help them. But he said that the neighbors all looked away and would not even look at them, and how much that hurt. Then he goes on to describe the details of what happened after that: being processed, being tattooed, about the children and how they felt separated from their parents, and being sent to the labor camps first, and those who were sent to the extermination camp. Then it came to the end where he was ready to be exterminated and the days had grown short for him now. He looked back over everything and said, you know, it wasn't the executioners who were our real enemy because they really couldn't that much to us. All they could do was destroy our bodies. But the ones who really hurt us the most were our friends because they had the power to break our spirits, and they did that when they turned away from us. So we are Christians and we have to be examples and, by our example, get the masses of Christians out there in our society. There are churches practically on every corner. These people are proclaiming the name of Jesus and there are crosses on top of the churches and there are crosses on top of some of the killing centers, like your Lutheran abortion hospital here. I think it's great when you people said that they are either going to take Lutheran out of the name or the cross off that roof. You have to stop the killing one way or another. If they keep the killing going, they're not going to pretend that place is a Christian hospital or that this is a Christian society. You can't have it both ways. We're not a Christian society if we are doing that. And this is and can be a Christian society if we live out God's will and do not allow this evil to exist because all are contaminated by it. So there are masses of Christians out there; those people who call themselves Christians. Especially those who already at this point say they are against abortion but are doing nothing. We have to affect them, and we will affect them by our willingness to sacrifice and to suffer and to remain faithful. That means gentle and charitable and not fighting among ourselves. Even if we disagree with someone, try to convince them of our point of view if we think it's right. If they aren't going to be convinced, then just let them be and we do what we feel is right. But not to incriminate. That's how the devil gets to us. And he gets to us many ways because he's a mighty power. But God's power is greater. I see the mass of Christians in our society the same as the mass of Christians in Nazi Germany. There was a remnant, a few people who were rescuing the Jews and others who were victims in Nazi Germany and Europe. It's the same in our country. There's a few of us doing it now, but we have to be able to influence the others and the way we're going to be able to influence them is by becoming more and more sacrificial. More and more Christ-like. And when that happens, we will be able to first convert our brothers and sisters who proclaim the name of Jesus, or proclaim the name of God, that they are people of good will, good Jews and others. Then after that, God will be able to convert through us, the hard core people who are now pro-abortion. I've been hearing about a lady in Atlanta after the October 4th rescue which was so brutal, and they were loading up people for the next day for more rescues, and this elderly lady came up to the priest who had also been arrested the day before, and she told him, I'm scared, but I know I have to do it. She got on the bus. That's the type of courage and goodness and gentleness through whom God can work the power of conversion in the hearts of this nation. So it will happen. There is a movie out called Houston Proud that I think is a powerful tool. When I got out of prison we showed it to the press in Pittsburgh. They didn't want to see it, and they refused at first, and then we said, if you want to interview with us, you have to first watch the film, so they stayed. You could see they were visibly moved. Those are things that we can do to make sure that people see this. Maybe they'll never write a word about it, but I know it touched their hearts. You could see it in their eyes, the way they would look away and then have to look back. You could tell. So maybe some hearts were moved that day. A final thing I want to say is what came to mind. I'm a Catholic and they refused to allow me to attend the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass while I was in prison. One of the things as I sat there in my cell day after day and week after week, and then a couple of years went by, was that I felt very lonely. One of the impressions of prison is that you're very, very lonely. I just wanted to hug somebody. I pictured in my mind hugging my nieces and nephews often. I just had to picture it in my mind because it became such a craving. It really hurts. And suddenly I began to realize that Jesus (I'm talking to the Catholics now), in the real Presence in the Blessed Sacrament, so lonely. No one goes by to visit Him. Not only year after year, but century after century. He stays there because He loves us so much. I was taught something about real love. Being there for someone, even if they ignore you. How many felt ignored at an abortion mill? Especially when other Pro-Lifers never came out, when you feel that many of your churches have turned their back on you. You don't ever see a collar out there or a habit. You feel all alone. You're the only one out there day after day, week after week, year after year. You get lonely. Well, think of the Lord Jesus and He can give you the strength to continue, even if you're the only one. I often say that this rescue movement is thrilling. It's taken off. It's really powerful. But I wonder if it were to die in its tracks tomorrow, would you still be out there? I think you would. Even if you were the only one left in this nation, ,and everyone else had been exterminated, you'd be out there because your Jesus is faithful to us, no matter what. Even when we are totally unfaithful to Him, He's our example. God bless you. ________________ Today, Joan Andrews Bell says that she never knowingly consented to obey the terms of probation. So why did her signature appear on a paper promising just that? "I do remember the form," she says, "but there was nothing" stipulating that she would refrain from rescue activities. "There was some misunderstanding," she concludes, speculating that she may have signed the last page of the probation form, unaware that a previous page contained the "no trespassing" provision. In the sworn affidavit which
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  Father	Early, John J.,   b. Abt Jan 1850, Askeaton, Limerick, Munster, Ireland ,   d. 27 Nov 1910, Green Bay, Brown, Wisconsin, USA  (Age ~ 60 years)
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  Family	O'Keefe, Jessica Agnes,   b. 9 Oct 1886, Oconto, Oconto, Wisconsin, USA ,   d. 30 Jul 1971, Nashville, Davidson, Tennessee, USA  (Age 84 years)
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