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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Tuesday, November 1, 2011

WR Lynch WW II Diary re Japanese Take-Over in Shanghai China. Days 54 and 55

As you can see, Will Lynch was an avid game player and was not a gracious winner!  He spends time packing for the move to another hotel the next day.   Roselyn


January 30, 1942.  Friday.   54th Day
     Sloppy out, but streets dried by night.  
     Beat Mr. Groves 4 straight at cribbage.  Three were "skunks".  One was 3 holes short of a "double skunk".
     Move tomorrow to Cathay Mansions.  Packing tonight.  Dambdest job.
     Finished packing about 12:00 midnight.  Shaved.  No hot water.  Heard Customs clock strike 2:00 a.m.
     Set my Baby Ben for 6:50 a.m.   ( From Roselyn--Baby Ben was a small alarm clock.  I took one to college with me and still have it).


January 31, 1942.  Saturday.  55th Day
     Alarm clock alarmed as per 6:50 a.m.  
     Baggage smashers called 8:00 a.m. and got my nine pieces of baggage.
     I had tiffin (luncheon) at Metropole and with 2 Consular Japs and 4 or 5 others of U.S.A.
     Consulate came by crowded French bus to Cathy Mansions and arrived about 3:00 p. m.  My room is 903, too small.  Stanton says he thinks he can arrange to change to 605, a much nicer room.  I'll inspect first.
     A.M. called.  
     Inspected 605, but it seems to be occupied.
     Opened a can of Chesterfields, 50s.  (Cigarettes?).  I'd had for over 2 years.  Were in good condition.
     Registered at hotel desk and filled in several cards.  Required to show my occupation.  So I put down "diplomat".
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