Monday, September 14, 2009

Harley "Lee" Forbes

Harley "Lee" Forbes was the son of William McKinley and Leanor Marie Winters Forbes (Daddy and Mama Forbes) and was my great uncle. He was born April 11, 1926 and he enlisted in the United States Army on June 28, 1944. He was barely old enough to enlist and wanted to because his older brothers, Paul and Blaine, were already serving. Here is a picture of Lee in his full Army uniform...



During World War II, Lee served in the European area and was in Glider Flights and was a Combat Infantryman. April of 1945 was a busy and deadly time in the war. On April 9th the German fortress at Königsberg falls to the Soviets and 300 were killed in a separate incident when a bomb laden Liberty ship exploded in the harbor near Bari, Italy. At the same time, a band of American soldiers were transporting prisoners across the Rhine River in a boat en route to the German POW prison when the boat capsized. Lee Forbes was on that boat delivering the German prisoners and on April 9, 1945, he drowned in the Rhine River. He was two days shy of his 19th birthday and had been in the United States Army for less than a year.

He was certified Missing in Action at that time and the Secretary of War certified his death on June 15, 1945 and the military notified his mother. He was buried in Margarten Holland on April 28, 1945. The War officially ended on December 31, 1946.

A letter I have from the Secretary of War, written to Mama Forbes, states:

March 13, 1947

Dear Mrs. Forbes:

The War Department is most desirous that you be furnished information regarding the burial location of your son, the late Private Harley Forbes, A.S.N. 34 997 646.

The records of this office disclose that his remains are interred in the U.S. Military Cemetery Margarten, Holland, plot GG, row 6, grave 144. You may be assured that the identification and interment have been accomplished with fitting dignity and solemnity.

This cemetery is located ten miles west of Achen, Germany, and is under the constant care and supervision of United States military personnel.

The War Department has now been authorized to comply, at Government expense, with the feasible wishes of the next of kin regarding final interment, here or abroad, of the remains of your loved one. At a later date, this office will, without any action on your part, provide all legal next of kin with full information and solicit their detailed desires.

Please accept my sincere sympathy in your great loss.

Sincerely Yours,
T.B. Larkin
Major General
The Quartermaster General

My grandfather wrote a letter to his local hometown paper, The Tri-County News...



In part, he wrote, "I would like to hear from anyone who would like to write to me. I would also like to hear from my brothers, Blaine and Harley, who are overseas somewhere in Germany." I'm not sure of the date of his writing and wonder if Harley was alive or had already been killed in action at that point.

At some point, my grandfather, Paul Forbes, was stationed near Achen, Germany and he was allowed to go visit the grave of his brother. This is a color picture he brought back of the United States Military Cemetery in Margarten, Holland...



This is a photo of Lee's grave in Holland...


There was a bush growing near the grave that he took as a place marker...


This is a picture of my grandfather standing over Lee's grave. Papa would have been about 25 years old...


Mama Forbes desired that her son be buried in the United States and she notified the United States Army of her desires on December 9, 1947 and the military began that process. On October 13, 1948, Lee's body was exhumed from Margarten Cemetery. His paperwork states that he was in his OD uniform which I assume is an Off Duty dress uniform. Condition of remains was listed as "advanced decompisition" and "fractured maxilla" and there was a note that "ID tag fond on remains while processing which reads: - Harley Forbes ASN 34997646." Upon questioning others, I discovered that when a soldier was killed in action, one of his two dog tags was removed and placed inside his jaw, clamped between his teeth. I believe the force of closing his mouth on the dog tag could have been what broke his jaw.

On January 10, 1949, his body was prepared for transport to Spruce Pine, North Carolina, USA. The paperwork for that date, states that the shipping case was "unsatisfactory" and the "case scratched - one clamp off". The casket was in "satisfactory" condition. His case was routed through the repair shop where the shipping case was repaired. His body arrived in Atlanta, Georgia and departed, via train, on Janary 21, 1949 at 1:00am. His escort was Sgt. William H. Nona. I would love to find out if he is still alive today. He is extended much gratitude for bringing my great grandmother's boy home.

Lee's body arrived at the Spruce Pine, North Carolin train station on the evening of January 21, 1949 and picked up by a representative from Webb Funeral Home. His body was finally put to rest at the Liberty Hill Baptist Church Cemetery... almost four years after his death. He had been through a war and had been a world away from his home of Spruce Pine, North Carolina and yet, in the end, his final resting place was within a few miles of the place he had spent most of his 19 years on this earth. This picture is of Mama and Daddy Forbes at the Liberty Hill Cemetery on the day they laid their boy to rest...


In this picture, Mama Forbes is leaning over his grave, his older sister, Euna Mae is kneeling at his grave with other family members standing around...


This is some of the family on the day he was buried...


Many years later, I took these photos at Lee's grave at Liberty Hill...




There were many years between his death and my birth; however, his story is important to me. I remember being a little girl when my grandfather sat down and told me Lee's story and showed me these pictures. He told me of his death... he told me of his trip to Margarten... and as a young child, I can remember this sense of importance that it held for Papa; therefore, it had to be important to me too. At some point, I was with Mama Forbes and she showed me the flag that draped his coffin. She opened up the flag and showed me some coins, a picture and dog tags... things that had been on his body when he died. She told me about him... that she was upset when he enlisted because he had lied about his age to get to enlist. Those memories, that I do have, are important and special to me. Lee never married... he never had a child... and there is a sense of urgency that his story did not die with him... that someone in the current generation remembers... tells his story... assures that he did not die forgotten or in vain. I will be his surrogate grandaughter and I will research and tell his story to other family members.

My goals regarding his story are:

1. To take a photo of Lee's flag and dog tag and see if the items from his pockets are still there so I can take pictures of those to put with my collection.

2. To get to my cousin's to get a copy of the letter that Mama Forbes had (Doug or Dean has this)

3. To find more pictures of troops during that time when he died and see if he is in them. With the new WWII memorial, I am sure pictures have surfaces that soldiers took

4. To see if the soldier who escorted his body "home" is still alive. I would love to thank him for that act of service.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Fall is County Fair Time

One thing I love about small Southern towns is that each one has their own fair in the fall.... vendors, produce, competition, and maybe even a tractor pull. I didn't make it to the Center Fair; however, my mom and dad did and they entered some art in the competitions. This is a charcoal sketch my mom, Joan Hall Forbes, did of Abraham Lincoln. She called this one
Beardless Lincoln. Here is what she wrote about this charcoal drawing:

"Abe Lincoln had not worn a beard until an 11 year old girl wrote him a letter telling him that his face was too thin and she thought a beard would make his face look fuller. So...he grew a beard and wore one until his death. I like this particular picture too, because his face shows the stress he was in because of mourning the death of his son Tad.It's hard to imagine Abraham Lincoln without his beard. When he first ran for president in 1860, though, he was clean shaven. Lincoln grew his now-famous beard all because of an 11-year-old girl. Her name was Grace Bedell. Grace saw Lincoln's picture on a campaign poster and thought he would look much better with a beard. So she wrote the president a letter. She suggested that he let his whiskers grow. "You would look a great deal better, for your face is so thin," she wrote. [When eleven-year-old Grace Bedell wrote a letter in 1860, she couldn't have known that people would be reading it more than one hundred years later. But Grace's letter was written to Abraham Lincoln, who was running for President of the United States. Abraham Lincoln, sometimes called "Honest Abe," felt it was time to put an end to slavery. He was well liked by most, but faced several other candidates who felt differently about slavery. Grace Bedell desperately wished she could vote for Mr. Lincoln. If only there were something I could do to help get him ... Grace received a handwritten reply from Lincoln. "



This black and white picture is one that my dad, Gary Forbes, took of Uncle Guys' Old Ford. The truck is old and rusty but had a special appeal to my dad. He loves the look of black and white photography and for this picture, it seems to capture a bygone era. Dad has always worked on old cars and restored a couple in his garage. When he began to have some heart trouble, his doctor told him he needed a less strenuous hobby... soooooo... he sold the old vehicles he was working on and bought a really good Canon Rebel camera and has been taking pictures ever since. It was ironic to me that the photo that one was an old truck... Dad has kinda come full circle!



Mom and Dad both won "First Place" blue ribbons in their categories and both pieces received judges "Best of Show" ribbons! Way to go, Mom and Dad!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dad is entering some photos in The Dixie Classic Fair in October.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Mee Maw

My Mee Maw (my mother's mother) was Marion Ardella Biddix Hall (1927-2008). She used to recite a poem that she learned while in school and I loved to hear her! I woke up this morning to a slight chill in the air and the view of leaves in my North Carolina town beginning to turn a little and I thought of her. This is her reciting the poem...




Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
September

THE golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side Make asters in the brook,
From dewy lanes at morning The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here,
With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret Which makes September fair.
'Tis a thing which I remember; To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September I never can forget.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Back in the Day

On a recent trip to the mountains of North Carolina, my dad took me on a trip down memory lane as we went "back in the day" to his childhood and the place he called home. At one point in time, my great grandfather, William McKinley Forbes, owned much of the land that we traveled on. Many said that, at one time or another, he owned the whole mountain. Now, scattered houses dot the landscape.

McKinley's father, Charles Forbes, had owned much of the land and at one time there was even a train stop named FORBES STOP. There was no station... just a stop on the route. There was a church... Crabtree Freewill Baptist Church down that road. The congregation outgrew the church and there was need to expand the building; however, rock was in the way of expansion so some of the men who were in the mining business, decided to use dynamite and break up the rock.... one small problem.... the dynamite that blasted the rock also blasted the church! The church is gone but the rock stands firm!!!



During my life time, William McKinley and Leanor Marie Forbes (Daddy and Mama Forbes) lived in this trailor. I don't remember Daddy Forbes but absolutely loved visiting Mama Forbes as a little girl. She was so jolly and easy going! If you wanted to eat, you ate... if you weren't hungry, you didn't! She tried to teach me to weave a basket and to crochet.



Before my birth... when my dad was a child, this is where Mama and Daddy Forbes lived. It was a modest house with a small store in front of it that they ran. Beside the store was a large building...



Dad said that his Uncle Herb brought some Army cots with him when he visited from the base and the children would sleep in this building on old Army cots. I can imagine, for little boys who were cousins, it might have been quite an adventure! And a little scary!



This house is where McKinley's sister, Arizonia and her family lived...



Here were some plants growing by the road...



... and while the whole mountain is no longer owned by the Forbes family, at least one little corner of it is still represented...



This old tree is where Blaine and Dee Forbes lived in the early 1960's. They had a trailer that sat here...




... and this is a pond up the road




This plot of land sits across the road from where Blaine and Dee lived. My grandparents, Paul and Elsie had a house that sat on the top of this ridge. Daddy said that the house was old, drafty and that sometimes he would wake up in the morning to have plaster on his bed that had fallen from the ceiling during the night. It is at this spot that his sister Shirley Faye died and he recounted the horrors of waking that morning to his dad crying that she was dead as he carried her little body. With the laughter and joys of childhood, there were also traumatic times and hard times.



Papa Paul built a house on this spot many years ago and they lived here for a while...



This is the home of one of William McKinleys other brothers...


Modest by all means but not bad considering there were no contractors... no real jobs to be had in the mountains... and that most homes were built by the owners who were farmers and homemakers...


Summer Day Trip

We took a summer day trip to Ellerbee and the Pee Dee River area with a little venture through Seagrove. I saw a promo about this on Our State TV program and if you live in North Carolina, you should really check it out. Their website is http://www.unctv.org/ourstate/

We went to one of the few remaining one room school houses in existence in the state...






It was a beautiful day with a few clouds dotting the summer sky...




The rusty old bell hasn't been used to summons school children to their studies in many years...



Can't you just imagine the teacher standing in the doorway as small to big, the children made their way through the door?



The modest school house sits just off the road and is surrounded by cotton fields. There wasn't a whole lot going on the day we were there but in a day when cotton was the prime crop and children attended school here, I can imagine that the little school was the center of a busy little Carolina town!





Our trip also took us to Lilesville to Chesley Greene's Pee Dee Orchard. You can read about Chesley at http://www.chathamjournal.com/cgi-bin/moxiebin/bm_tools.cgi?print=1188;s=6_3;site=1

You supposedly have not had peach ice cream unless you have been to Chesley Greene's place and I would have to agree!




The family all had delicious homemade peach ice cream and took some of their ripe peaches home to enjoy later!



A few of the peaches made a wonderful cobbler made in a dish I picked up at a little Seagrove potters shop...


The handiwork of pottery from Seagrove is like no other and it helps to know that every penny spent in Seagrove is definately on a "Made in North Carolina" product... even the clay comes from the North Carolina ground! I'm not sure which was prettier... the pie plate or the cobbler!


There are so many wonderful potters in Seagrove but my particular piece came from Cross Creek Pottery. You can read all about Terry and Vivian here http://crosscreekpottery.com/


Monday, September 7, 2009

Family Tree... a work in progress

This tree begins with me and includes to my great great grandparents