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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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

WR Lynch WW II Diary Days 216, 217. and 218

Will Lynch says he thinks the ship he is on is close to Krakatao Volcano.  The Japanese ship accompanying them is having trouble keeping up.  Minister preaching at Sunday services becomes political and is stopped by the Italian Captain.  Roselyn

July 11, 1942.  Saturday.  216th Day.
     Buried Mrs. Roberts at 5:00 a.m.  I was not up in time, but was awake.  I had forgotten.  
     Krakatao Volcano is hearabouts.

July 12, 1942.  Sunday.  217th Day
     Am reading "Oliver Wiswell".
     Cut suspender buttons off khaki shorts as they were not needed and stuck into my body.  (In those days, men of a certain size and weight wore suspenders.  Men's trousers had buttons on the inside of the waistband--two in front and two in back, so suspenders with loops could be hooked to those buttons. Will Lynch had lost enough weight that he did not need suspenders, and the buttons at his waist bothered him so he cut them off. Though he had chosen a far different life than that of his father and brothers, loved the culture of ballet and symphony, and never regretted that life, he still enjoyed thinking of himself as a farmer.  His favorite attire, when visiting us on the farm was bib overalls and a straw hat--a real sight to see!)
     Bishop Billman, Hankow, sermonized, but went off the deep end on a political angle, and the meeting was stopped at the direction of Swiss Consular representative, via Italian Captain;  much talk aboard.

July 13, 1942.  Monday.  218th Day. 
     Seas a bit heavy.
     Won Yen 13.00 at cribbage.
     The Japanese ASAMA Maru is in engine trouble and can't keep up.
     My "tummy" isn't too good.

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