Will Lynch watches a large show of Chinese, directed by the Japanese. There is an Avenue Voyron in France, so presumably this tea room on Voyron was in the French Settlement. Roselyn
February 22, 1942. Sunday. 77th Day.
Mr. A. Lincoln's birthday.
Cloudy but warm.
At 3:30 tried to get tickets to Lafayette cinema for Jungle Cavalcade, second run. Too late. All sold out.
Consul H.H. Smith has the mumps.
Had Chinese tea and food at King Kong on Avenue Voyron. Quite good.
No good news yet.
February 23, 1942. Monday. 78th Day.
Wet and colder.
Changed books at Foreign Y. (A library?)
Big--10 or 15,000 people, Chinese, directed by Japanese, gathered inside race course, waved paper flags, ostensibly a Wang Ching-Wei (A Chinese politician who supported the Japanese) demonstration. Plainly inspired and forced rather than spontaneous, but if the Chinese mob psychosis had stirred, the situation could have been fraught with much possibilities.
9:50 a.m. Much thunder and lightening. I thought the town was being bombed. Rain was heavy. Town got washed.
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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