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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Friday, March 9, 2012

WR Lynch WW II Diary Days 219 through Day 224

As Will Lynch continues on his Indian Ocean trip away from Shanghai and captivity to the East of Africa, he thinks they are not far off of Madagascar.  He does not hear any news of the war, or much else, since this is an Italian ship.   He continues his games of cribbage, rummy, etc with passengers on board.  Roselyn

July 14, 1942.  Tuesday and Wednesday.  219th and 220 Days.
     Bit rough, "monsoony".
     Won 3.00 Japanese Yen at cribbage.

July 16, 1942.  Thursday.  221st Day.
     Bit rough.
     Sighted a freighter, "riding high"--empty.

July 17, 1942.  Friday.  222nd Day.
     Sunny and a bit warmer.
     Checked with baggage master about my baggage.  Must return 2 pieces to baggage room by 20th, next Monday.
     Have not yet found my trunk.

July 18, 1942.  Saturday.  223rd Day.
     Not too far off Madagascasr.
     Seas are not so rough.
     Won Japanese Yen 6.00 at cribbage.

July 19, 1942.  Sunday.  224th Day.
     Nice weather.
     Sold Japanese Yen 30.00 for US$5.00.
     Got a Nobleze Corona (cigar), gold foil wrapped, off of Mr. Severa, ex radio man from Amoy Consulate.
     Will smoke it at Captain's dinner, and pretend I'm a "Burgossey".


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