Dec. 13, 1941. Sat, 6th Day
Colder. No sun. Registrations seem to be finished. News? Chiefly in reverse.
5:27 p.m. Awful drab day. Not even wild rumors to enliven existence.
Hotel posts a notice requesting its "esteemed guests" to refrain from spreading rumors.
Pop "D" got "tipsy" and made an "ass" of himself at dinner table. Rest of us disgusted.
Weekly gazettes (Emporia Gazettes?) July-October 1939 came when I was in States. Am reading them.
Dec. 14, 1941. 7th Day Sunday.
Cold, rainy, dreary. Hum-drummy. Propaganda: we get lots of it as news.
Moving. I am to move to 316 with Mr. D. I object and am to remain in 309 and JBS from 401 is to be my mate. I offer to help him move now, 7 p.m., to make sure no cancellation as 309 overlooking the street gets some sun. I am hoping my bestest.
Gave Mr. Groves, Commercial Attache, a crib (cribbage) lesson proper. "Skunked" him.
Lots of rumors.
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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