Dec. 11, 1941, 4th Day
Insomnia. Heard Customs Clock strike 3 a.m. Put some mentholatum in nose. Sunny crisp weather today.
7:30 a.m. Awake. Streets almost deserted.
2:40 p.m. My phone in hotel room 309 is sealed. Now, ain't that sumpin?
My, what line up to register across the street this morn. Line reached a whole block at times.
I hear my boy (man servant) has disobeyed and did not stay in my apt. or rather was not in this a.m. about 10. I'll bawl him out. Am informed the "Swastikas" are appearing in large quantities.
Dec. 12, 1942. 5th Day
Up betimes, about 7:30. Breakfast 8:30 a.m.
Apply for a pass to go to my apt. about 3/4 hour this p.m. Guess I'd better prepare, so will, I hope, do some packing, just in case.
2 p.m. Got pass. Go across street to apt. Pack clothing, just in case. Bring back some duds and reading. Turn in pass at 5 p.m. to our "overseers" at room 407.
Introduction to Lynch Clan
My Lynch ancestors from Ireland came to America in 1848. The group included my Grandfather James Lynch and his five siblings, ages 10 to 18, who sailed without their parents to New York City. Soon they were living in a tenement house in Massachusetts working in a textile mill. From there they gradually migrated west. This blog will contain information gathered by my mother, Hazel Lynch Skonberg from her father, giving details of the trip over and life in America. There is also a diary written by his son, Will Lynch, who was with the American Consular Service of the State Department, and was taken hostage on Dec. 8, 1941, by the Japanese Army who had captured Shanghai that day. I hope you enjoy this blog about the James Lynch family in America.
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