Monday, June 17, 2019

The War to End all Wars


#27 War – WWI. The War to End all Wars


In the previous post we looked at Drums who served during the Revolutionary War and the Civil War. Of course, it is not revolutionary to say that there is nothing “civil” about war, even if it is a Civil War; perhaps ESPECIALLY if it is a Civil War. Wars come in all sizes. Some are “local”, some “regional”, but at least two of them (some might argue more), so far, have been “world-wide” and there were Drums serving in both. Once again, however, Helman had to mostly pluck them from the extended family tree.

Harry made this napkin holder as a teenager. 

For instance, for WW1, Helman mentions Abram H. Thomas.[1] Abram’s father was Abram D. Thomas who, in turn, was the son of Jacob Thomas and Magdalena Drum Thomas(Abraham, George, Jacob, Philip). Helman tells us Abram H. Thomas was attached to the U.S. Aviation Corps serving ten months in France during WWI. One assumes this means Abram was a pilot although not necessarily. His length of service implies he was, perhaps, servicing aircraft, not flying sorties. Fighter pilots had a life expectancy of only several weeks when flying in combat.[2]

However, whether on the ground or in the air, Abram was part of a very new aspect of American warfare. American air forces were being built from scratch. No American aircraft had ever even had a machine gun mounted to it prior to 1917. Even flight uniforms were unknown to American personnel. [3] These pilots flew planes that were primitive and unreliable. The pilots themselves lacked the depth of experience required for success.[4] However, U.S. participation in, and support of, WWI air warfare was the birth of the American Air Force that later became so dominant around the world.[5]


In her Drum Genealogy, Laura Helman also mentions the service of Rudi Harcourt[6]. He joined “The Drum Tree” by marrying Bennette Adele Helman. Her father was George Helman, Laura Helman’s brother. George’s father was Abraham Helman and George’s mother was Mary Magdalene Drum(Philip, George, Jacob, Philip) Helman.

A third such example mentioned by Helman is Sgt. George Dana Lauderbach[7]. His father was Jonas Lauderbach and his mother was Anna Margaretta Drum(Isaac, Jacob, George, Jacob, Philip) Lauderbach.

It is good that Helman included the service of these “Drum Tree” members, but it seems so odd that Helman missed the WW1 service of at least two members of the Drum’s Family Tree whose name was Drum; Clarence and Elmer.

Clarence Drum(Wallace, Reuben, Jacob, Philip, George, Jacob, Philip) was an Army Sargent with Battalion A, Third Regiment, Pennsylvania Field Artillery. He was born in 1893, making him two years older than Elmer. He died 36 years later, on the 30th of July, 1929. Clarence is buried in the St. John’s Cemetery in St. Johns, PA.



Elmer Alonzo Drum(Nathan A., John, Philip, George, Jacob, Philip), served as a private. That’s a postcard to the right, not my grandfather, but it is probably how he felt. In fact, that’s what he told Ella when he gave it to her. In fact, that’s what the card says across the bottom: How it Feels, During a “Hike,” in Full Marching Order, and Wearing Our “Cinderella” Army Shoes. 











This is a photo of my Grandfather.

 



Elmer Alonzo Drum, was born July 6, 1895 in Drums, PA. According to his Honorable Discharge, when he enlisted he had grey eyes, black hair, stood 5 feet 5½ inches, had a “ruddy” complexion, and was 22 10/12 years of age. His occupation was as a carpenter. He was inducted into the Army on April 30, 1918 at Shickshinny, PA as a Private, 2nd Class, Co. M, 145th Infantry, USA (United States Army ). His service with A.E.F. (American Expeditionary Forces) from June 15, 1918 to March 30, 1919 included fighting in the Meuse - Argonne Offensive and the Flanders Offensive.








He is also in the next photo of the “boys” from the area.



I cannot recall if mom said this photo of “The Boys from the Area” was taken before they went or after they returned. I’m thinking after because a number of them are wearing medals. Elmer is right in the middle. A Sailor, the only one in the photo, is directly behind Elmer. I believe, but I am not certain, that the sailor is Seaman 2nd Class Patrick McLaughlin, Naval Reserve Force. If this is Patrick McLaughlin, then the photo was taken prior to their leaving. McLaughlin enlisted June 5, 1918 and died from Pneumonia in Hazleton November 5, 1918.[8]

The men of the 37th Division were taken from Camp Lee in Virginia on June 11 to Hoboken, NJ in preparation for their transit across the ocean on June 15.[9] That leaves a rather small window of opportunity, between June 5 – 11, for when the photo could have been taken in which both Patrick and Elmer could be present.

I also think, but again I am not certain, that Clarence Drum is sitting to Elmer’s left (fourth in from the right, wearing the tie.). Unfortunately, a list of who everyone is in the photo was not kept, probably because the photo has been hanging on a wall all this time. If Mom had been given the opportunity to glue it into a scrapbook like most of our pictures and documents, she would have recorded their identities, proving that there are pros and cons to everything.

Elmer’s Discharge obverse
Under “Wounds received in service”, Elmer's discharge says “none” but Ella, my grandmother, would always mention that while fighting in the “Argonne Forest”, her husband, Elmer, had been exposed to Mustard Gas. She always believed that his Gall Bladder Cancer, the disease that took his life in 1959, was somehow directly related to this gas exposure. Although there was never any medical confirmation for her theory, it is true that mustard gas can damage human DNA placing exposure victims at greater risk for cancer.[10] 











Elmer’s Discharge reverse

In one of the first letters he sent home, he included the following list.
These are some of the things we rec’d.
2 uniforms
2 shirts
3 suits underwear
1 overcoat
1 raincoat
1 pair fist mits (sic)
2 pair canvas gloves
5 pair socks
2 pair hobnail shoes
1 pair russet shoes
2 pair leggings
2 towels
1 razor
1 mirror
1 tooth brush
1 hair brush and comb
1 sweater
1 mess kit and cup
3 woolen blankets
2 straw ticks
1 pair overalls and blouse
1 cartridge belt
1 rifle
1 bayonette (sic)
1 shelter tent
That’s about all I can think of.

It’s about all I’d be able to carry and he didn’t even mention his helmet! He also did not mention his gas mask. One wonders if that was issued later or if he decided it may be best not to mention the mask in a letter to his mother.

I used to have that gas mask and the bag it came in, but when I was still in single digits age-wise I started to go fishing. That gas mask case made the BEST bag to put my lures and newly caught fish into. I know. Who knew?


Same thing for his sleeping bag. Man, that was a great sleeping bag for camping. I took it with me the first year I went to 4-H Camp. I kept a small stuffed rabbit down in the bag’s toe to help keep me from getting homesick. As far as I know, none of the other kids ever knew that bunny was there. Funny thing is that I still have that rabbit. In fact, here he is! Not so much the sleeping bag or the gas mask and its case.



Originally the S.S. Leviathan was named the “ S.S. Vaterland”.
This is a postcard of the “ S.S. Vaterland”.
It says the ship is the “largest in the world”.
Shortly thereafter the name was changed to S.S. Leviathan.

The 145th Infantry was part of the 37th Division. Members of this Division trained at Camp Lee in Virginia. On June 11, 1918, they were taken by train to Hoboken, NJ and from there, on June 15, they boarded the ship S.S. Leviathan and headed for France. A short history[11] of the Division’s role in the fighting published by the Army reports that “after fast and safe passage” the ship arrived at Brest, France on June 22 and the soldiers debarked on June 23. They were given 3 days rest at Pontanezen Barracks and then loaded onto a train in which they “rattled in box cars” for eight days until they detrained on June 29 in the Bourmont area (Haute-Marne).[12]  
 
The Infantry was ordered on to Baccarat. There they took over the trenches on August 4 and experienced their first “training under fire.”[13] Relieved on Sept. 16, they were taken by train to Robert-Espagne and on Sept 21, by bus to Recicourt. This was the beginning of the Meuse-Argonne Offensive and it was the 37th Division’s “lot” to be one of the American Divisions to start the fight that “contributed so great a part towards the final victory.” It commenced on Sept. 25 with an artillery barrage that began at 11:00pm and reached its maximum at 5:30 on the morning of the 26th.[14]

The order “fix bayonets!” was passed down the line of the wet, tired soldiers. Then the whistle blew and up the ladders and out of the trenches clambered the men, advancing out into the smoky fog that stung their eyes and burned their throats[15]; out from Avocourt into the area Elmer and his fellow soldiers knew as “no-mans-land.”[16] 

“No-mans-land” was a section of this offensive’s battlefield Gen. Hugh Drum (no relation, darn-it), First Army’s Chief of Staff, called “the most ideal defensive terrain”. Unfortunately, Elmer and his fellow soldiers were not defending this area, they were trying to take it. A difficult task to be sure, with heights on the left and heights on the right from which the enemy could pour weapon fire down on the advancing infantry. It was made that much more difficult by the weather. As the locals say about the area, “Pas de neige, toujours la pluie, pluie, pluie” (no snow, always rain, rain, rain).[17]

It was sloppy going that only got worse.

It had started to rain the night of the 26th and the rain continued for the next five days. It was not long before the battlefield turned into a sea of knee-deep mud. Making matters worse, the enemy was putting up severe resistance. Their resistance forced the soldiers to fight for every foot they gained “through the gas-filled Bois Emont, Bois de Bauge, and on to the Bois Communial de Cierges.” Having reached that point, they were relieved on October 1.[18]

This is a pillow and a handkerchief Elmer
sent home to Ella from France.
The top half of the pillow depicts a young woman
holding a U.S. flag, folding it back to display
the words "Forget Me Not". The letters are
made out of bullets. On the right stands a Dough boy.
Below this image it reads,
Dear flag of our country, whose stars and whose bars
Call all her sons to defend her.
God help us be true to the red, white and blue.
Her principles never surrender.

A 48 star U.S. flag is displayed
o
n the bottom half of the pillow.

The handkerchief is bordered in lace.
It is embroidered with flowers
 and the year 1918.
It was then on to the Saint-Mihiel sector by bus on October 2. There they experienced heavy fighting including artillery and airplane bombardments described as “one of the heaviest bombardments of this barbarous method of warfare (gas) that the enemy attempted.” [19] Next it was on to Belgian which was achieved on October 22. From that point they would launch the now famous Flanders Offensive. Again, they experienced heavy fighting but made constant advance. Their efforts put the Division across the Escout River by the morning of November 11.[20]

As they continued to fight, the soldiers kept hearing rumors of peace, and indeed an Armistice had been signed. It provided that “all hostilities were to cease at eleven o’clock that day” (Nov. 11). However, the battle continued to be fiercely fought right up to the 11:00 am hour![21]

Then, right at 11:00am, a sudden stillness fell across the battlefield. It was a stillness that some described as “oppressing.” It must have been almost un-nerving. A few hours later, one of the soldiers produced a baseball and a game of catch broke out “where three hours before no living thing could be exposed.”[22]

When clocks read 11:00am in Europe, it is 6:00am in Drums, Hazleton and New York City. So, when America awoke, it exploded with joy! People rushed into the streets of the major cities. Hazleton was the scene of “wild jubilation”[23]. Famous 5th Avenue in NYC was crammed and the city became a mad celebration of bands, parades, auto horns, air raid sirens, church bells, kissing, hugging, laughter, and pure joy.[24] I imagine Nathan and Mary at least gave each other a hug. We Drums tend to be subdued.
 
Among the various pieces of paper and photos Elmer had saved are two postcards depicting ships. One is the S.S. Leviathan and the other is labeled as the RMS Aquitania. I can only assume that the RMS Aquitania was the ship that brought my grandfather home. 




 













Hanging on our living room wall is that photo of “the boys from the area” that went to fight in France. Above the photo hangs Elmer’s WWI helmet and dog-tags.

The helmet has a slight dent in it. No one ever told me how that dent occurred. I've done a lot of things but at least I know that I didn’t do THAT!

The certificate lower right in the photo is Elmer’s High School Diploma from Butler Township High School dated April 20, 1911. The large photo above the diploma is Elmer taken probably in 1924 by Edwin Finstermacher.

When Elmer was discharged April 10, 1919 at Camp Dix, NJ, Infantry Major George H. Farrell signed the document. Beside “Character” he wrote “Excellent”.






On July 3, 1919 (almost age 24) Elmer was married to Ella Nora Santee in the St. John’s German Reformed Church by Rev. W. D. Stoyer.



Shortly thereafter they purchased a farm in Fritzingertown from Charles Embling. There they had two children, Harry Nathan Drum on August 4, 1923[25] and Clara Vera Drum on Sept. 5, 1925. 


Elmer died January 24, 1959. He was 63 years old.

Ella died December 18, 1976, seventeen years a widow. She was 79. 

Elmer and Ella are both buried in the St. Johns Cemetery behind the St. John’s U.C.C.; the same cemetery in which George, Philip II, John, Nathan A., and Harry N. and their wives, and many of their children, are buried; each just a short walk away from the other.

Join us again on July 1, 2019 for the next Drums of Drums, PA post: And World War II, too, for some of us.



[1] Helman, Laura M., History and Genealogy of the Drum Family (Allentown, PA: Berkemeyer, Keck & Co., 1927), p 26
[3] Bergs, Christoph, History of the U.S. Air Service in WWI, posted 4/10/2017 http://centenaire.org/en/autour-de-la-grande-guerre/aviation/history-us-air-service-world-war-i accessed May 4, 2018.
[4] Harries, Meirion and Susie, The Last Days of Innocence: America at War, 1917-1918 (NY: Random House, 1997) p 47
[5] Bergs
[7] Helman, p 16
[8] Officers and Enlisted Men of the Navy who lost their lives during the World War, from April 6, 1917 to November 11, 1918, Vol. 2, U.S. Govt. Printing Office, in: World War; 1914-1918 (Heritage Books, 2007), p 491.
[10] Palermo, Elizabeth, “What’s Mustard Gas?” Live Science,  https://www.livescience.com/39248-what-is-mustard-gas.html accessed 6/27/2018
[11] Penker, H. W., Major – H.Q. 37th Div., The Thirty-Seventh’s Bit (USA: 37th Div., 1918)
[12] Penker, p 2
[13] Penker, pp 3-4
[14] Penker, p 6
[16] Penker, p 6
[17] Harries, Meirion and Susie, p 349
[18] Penker, p 7
[19] Penker, pp 8-9
[20] Penker, pp 10-15
[21] Penker, p 14
[22] Penker, p 14
[23] Photo caption, Pages From the Past Special Edition, Hazleton Standard-Speaker, Friday, Sept. 6, 1991, p D 9
[24] Harries, Meirion and Susie, pp 423-424
[25] Helman incorrectly states Harry’s birthdate as August 11 on page 9 of her book.






Monday, June 3, 2019

War - Revolutionary to Civil, Its WAR!


#26 War - Revolutionary to Civil, Its WAR!

In the most recent series of posts, we’ve been looking at the Drums and their religious/faith beliefs. Now we jump back to the beginning and again start over, this time focusing on the Drums and their military service.

As far as we know, military service for this family begins with George(Jacob,Philip).
Laura Helman tells us:
George Drum, Sr., served in the War of the American Revolution as a private in the Fourth Class in Captain Peter Hays Co. under Colonel Philip Boehm, Williams Township, Northampton County. Fourth Battalion, 1782. July 25, 1796, he was commissioned a Captain of Militia for frontier service. Fifth Company, Eighth Regiment.[1]

George’s service, therefore, began at age 20. It is unclear from this short paragraph, or from other sources discovered so far, what the length of this service was. Helman goes on to say that in “1796, he was commissioned a Captain of Militia for frontier service”, again leaving out the details surrounding this event. But then, Helman wasn’t writing a book, she was producing a genealogy. I suppose we should be happy she gave us the details that she did! Other genealogies I have seen are just names on a bracket that offer few details if any at all!

 I like to think one of those fellows is George, even if the years don’t match.

When Helman wrote the Drum Genealogy, according to my grandmother, Helman got some information through a few interviews with family members, but most of her information was gathered from letters family members sent her in response to her requests. In her forward, Helman writes, “Much interesting data has been obtained by correspondence. The writer desires to thank those who assisted in any way whatever. But many letters brought forth no reply.”[2] One would think that military service would be one topic that families would brag about but even in this their responses were apparently lacking. Helman will tell us of one person’s military service but fail to include another’s, sometimes within the same family, sometimes parent and child.

Of course, except for a few apparent omissions in her book that I was able to uncover, it may be that Helman did uncover all the records available about this family’s military service prior to 1927. If records of service do exist, I have not been successful finding many. An acquaintance of my mother’s, Margaret Market of Pikeville, TN, said in a letter to my mother, Eleanor, written in December of 1988, “There were five Drums in the Revolution, too. That’s a remarkable history for our family.”
Margaret’s Letters


Other than what a bunch of rebels we were in those days, what is remarkable to me about her statement is that I cannot find evidence to support the statement. She didn’t say who they were but, of course, one wants to believe her. She was, after all, a Drum. She used the name Margaret in her daily life but her name, as given to her by the family when she was born[3], was Margaretta F. Drum(William A., John A., John, Philip, George, Jacob, Philip). “Yes, I am the Margaretta in Helman’s book”, she wrote.

In 1988, Margaret was 67 and she certainly had the Drum sense of humor. She tells my mom that no, she is not a widow “but many times I gave it serious thought.” Her two letters also tell us that John A.’s branch of the family tree (John’s son; her Grandfather) has come to an end. Daughters married into other “trees” and sons have all passed. Her second letter, which she dated “Jan 24”, but was postmarked Jan. 23, 1989, ends with the statement, “So we are the end of John A. Drum’s line. Kind of sad, really.”

From a sheet of postage stamps issued in 1995.









Even when military records are located, they can prove to be confusing compared to the other information available. A search of records in the Pennsylvania Archives turned up a record for the Civil War soldier named Charles H. Drum. 


And we find a Charles H. listed by Helman among Isaac’s sons.[5]  Isaac’s Charles H. was born in 1842 making his age 19 in 1861, same as is on the Archive record. These two Charles H. Drums are quite likely the same person; a match, yet Helman never mentions this service in her book. The Archive record says he enlisted Sept. 12, 1861 in Philadelphia and was mustered in that same day as a Private in Company F, Regiment 95, Infantry. The record further states he was discharged on November 2, 1864.

as depicted in: Devens, R. M., Our First Century: being a Popular Discriptive Portraiture of the One Hundred Great and Memorable Events of perpetual interest in the History of our country, Political, Military, Mechanical, Social, Scientific and Commercial: embracing also delineations of all the great historic characters celebrated in the annuals of the Republic; men of Heroism, Statesmanship, Genius, Oratory, Adventure and Philanthropy. (Springfield, MA: C. A. Nichols & Co.; Easton, PA: J. W. Lyon, 1876).

A visit to Gettysburg National Military Park in Gettysburg, PA, brings us to the Pennsylvania Monument on the battlefield. Close examination of the monument reveals the name “Charles Drum” as having fought there. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for “our” Charles, these two are not the same individuals. They belonged to different regiments and companies (F-95 vs. C-147).

So, apparently Isaac saw one of his sons march off to fight the Civil War but get no mention by Helman. She does, however, mention Isaac, himself! On page 14 she says,
Isaac Drum served in the Civil War. He enlisted June 10, 1861; enrolled Aug. 10, 1861. Honorably discharged Dec. 11, 1863, at Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia. Certificate of Disability. The discharge is in the care of a grandson, Dayton Lauderbach.

An “Isaac Drum” is also found in the PA Archives! The age matches up (42) and he was mustered in at Camp Luzerne as a Corporal, which all sounds right for a 42-year-old father from Drums. He enlisted in Huntington, however, which might be seen as odd given that Huntington is just southwest of State College so a fair distance away from Drums (approximately 160 miles). The Archive’s Isaac was discharged with a Certificate of Disability, as well. However, at some issue are the enlistment date, discharge date, and the terminology that is used.


Helman says Isaac “enlisted” June 10, 1861 and “enrolled” Aug 10, 1861. The Archives Isaac “enrolled” Aug. 10, 1862 and was “mustered in” Sept. 20, 1862. Helman’s Isaac was “Honorably Discharged” Dec. 11, 1863 at Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia; the Archive’s Isaac was discharged March 1, 1863, location not noted.

A visit to Isaac’s grave in Dodson Cemetery, Shickshinny, PA (approximately 20 miles northwest of Drums), provides another clue, perhaps confirming the two Isaac’s are one and the same and suggesting some of Helman’s information is therefore incorrect. His gravestone includes his military Company (I) and Regiment (143); information that agrees with the Archive’s Isaac’s record. The stone adds “P.V.” standing for Pennsylvania Volunteers: “Co. I. Reg. 143 P.V.” One clear error on Helman’s part is made apparent by Isaac’s stone. According to the stone, Isaac died on August 14, 1894, Helman has it as August 4, 1894.[6] Again, in Helman’s defense, she was working mostly from letters she received from various Drums. One can only imagine the handwriting variations she dealt with.  

One other Drum not mentioned by Helman as having served was found in the Archives that has relevance to “our” Drums – Redmond C. Drum. Helman’s list does include a son of Philip II named Redmond Conyngham[7] Drum(Philip, George, Jacob, Philip) and this fellow would have been 20 in 1863 when the record says enrollment occurred (June 17, 1863 in Bloomsburg). He mustered in to the militia as a Private on June 20, 1863 in Harrisburg and was discharged one month later, July 28, 1863. He was 72 when he died in 1915 and is buried in the Pine Grove Cemetery, Thornhurst (Lackawanna County), PA.


Helman mentions a few war records of men who are maternally “attached” to the “tree” so appear in the book listed under a name different than Drum. For example, one of those she mentions is William N. Martin. He married Ellen Schleppy who was the daughter of Abraham Schleppy and Elizabeth Drum Schleppy(Philip, George, Jacob, Philip). Helman tells us Martin served in the Civil War and was wounded at the Battle of Cedar Creek, October 16, 1864.[8]

The battle actually took place on October 19, 1864. Fought at Cedar Creek in Virginia, it was the last major battle of Gen. Philip Sheridan’s Shenandoah Campaign. After a series of major victories across Virginia earlier in the month, Sheridan was called to a military conference in Washington, D.C. leaving his army to destroy food and supplies to keep these items out of the hands of the Confederate troops. On the morning of October 19, Confederate General Jubal Early mounted a surprise attack on the Union soldiers pushing them back three miles. As Sheridan was returning, he began to hear the battle ahead and spurred his horse forward on a 12-mile dash that became legend as “Sheridan’s Ride”. He rallied his retreating troops and mounted a counter-attack that won the final victory. Destroyed, Early’s army was never again able to mount a serious attack.[9] 

The next war to come along in which it appears a Drum played a role (no pun intended), was the “War to End all Wars”: World War I. We’ll have a look at what we know about the Drums who served in THAT war when the next post, The War to End All Wars, appears on June 17, 2019 in the Drums of Drums, PA.




[1] Helman, Laura M., History and Genealogy of the Drum Family (Allentown, PA: Berkemeyer, Keck & Co., 1927) p 3
[2] Helman, Forward.
[3] Helman, p 9.
[4] Helman, p 14.
[5] Helman, p 14.
[6] Helman, p 14.
[7] Helman lists him as “Redmond C.”. His grave stone includes the middle name as “Conyngham”. An obituary posted on the website findagrave.com says he was named after Redmond Conyngham, a Butler Township landowner and friend of his father’s (Philip II).
[8] Helman, p 7
[9] “This day in history: October 19 http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/battle-of-cedar-creek accessed 3/3/2018

Saturday, June 1, 2019

The Library


Contemporary History #8 – The Library

Sorry Mom.

Mom loved her Sunroom. She’d sit out there in the summer and watch the birds, note the flowers, read, entertain friends, nap. She had it installed in 1991. Her notes say, “Had porch closed in with glass. I love it. No bugs no wasps”. In 1992 she “had electricity put on porch. No heat, tho some winter days can sit out there a while.” In 1994 she added a ceiling fan (“much better!”) and in 1999 painted the floor dark red. (I think she had the paint left over from painting the basement floor and “wanted to use it up”). A set of three steps brings you from the kitchen down to the porch level. In 2004 Mom had railings added to them. There did come the time that she found she was no longer able to go out and enjoy the Sunroom, she couldn’t easily navigate those steps any longer, but she could still look out the kitchen door at it and remember.

These photos are of the newly installed Sunroom. I found them in one of Mom’s scrapbooks. I knew there would be photos. We ARE talking about Eleanor Drum, after all! Top two photos and bottom right are looking toward Butler Drive; bottom left is looking toward Butler Mountain.

One of the first things she did after the Sunroom was put in, was paint the white wall that once was the outside of our house, blue. She loved blue. After the wall, she then painted a library cart, a glass-topped side table, two end tables that my uncle had made, a storage box, a small bench my Dad had made,  two chairs (at least one hand-made), a rocking chair (also, I believe, hand-made), a waste basket my Dad made, a watering can for her garden, and a large metal milk can all blue; antiques all. Out in the yard were two Adirondack chairs Dad had made. Those were also now blue. If she saw it, it turned blue. She finished off the “look” of the sun room by adding blue curtains. She called it her “Blue Phase”. I know at least one antique dealer who went into his own blue phase just by looking at some of those now blue antiques. 

This photo was taken in December, 1996. It shows Mom’s Sunroom Christmas decorations. One also notices the blue wall that once was white. Some of the blue furniture can also be seen. The “fireplace” is a fake fireplace that long stood in our Livingroom. The original idea was to put a fireplace on the east wall. This was the “place-holder”. The fireplace never got built. As for the fake fireplace, I do not know what ever became of it. In fact, I was surprised to see it in this photograph. I thought it had long been gone prior to 1996!

This photo was taken because of the snow in February of  1957.
That’s my brother, Nathan, standing on the porch, age 3.
Ronnie had not yet made his appearance.
He'll come along in October of that year.
This photo is interesting because it shows the “window wall” and
the original porch. It also shows a TV antenna,
right in the middle of the roof.
Dad built Drumyngham in 1954. Mom and Dad bought a “kit” from Turin’s Swift Homes, a dealership which was located on East Green Street in Hazleton. The signature is hard to read but it looks like either Tom or Lou, last name Turin, was the local representative of Swift Homes, Inc., whose headquarters were located in Elizabeth, PA. Mr. Turin sold my parents plans and materials for Swift’s Highland (24’ x 36’) model and added on a “window wall” and a carport. By the way, the paperwork also indicates the roof would have blue shingles, which I remember were on the house. More of mom’s influence? House Paint is also listed – white house paint. I bet that’s where Dad drew the line.

Mom said she had demanded the window wall be added to bring light into what she thought would be a very dark Livingroom. She was right. Even with the wall, the room tends to be dark! It was Dad who wanted the carport, but not to keep his car there. He wanted it to be a porch where they could sit and enjoy the summer evenings, watching the moon rise and listening to the crickets chirping in the late evening. The original porch floor was wood. If memory serves me right, it was painted blue. Later, Dad poured concrete over the floor for a more stable, lasting porch floor.

According to the paperwork, the whole thing originally cost $3,444.67 (that’s $32,972 in today’s dollars). Dad planned a basement with a concrete floor and an under-house garage. He must have added on those plans, and costs, himself. Delivery was made on November 28, 1953. Just to show how things have changed since 1953, the driver’s instructions included the comment, “Have driver call – Drums 2866 – from Conyngham (which is on Route 29) between Berwick and Hazleton and we will meet driver and direct him to site.” I’m not sure who wrote that. The “we” implies the buyer. I’m guessing my Grandfather, Elmer, wrote those instructions. He helped Dad build the house. The telephone number was, I assume, my Grandparents’. The form also includes an “emergency number”. That was “2053 Drums” which is the number indicated on the contract as being my parents’ number but I don’t know where in Drums that phone would have rung.
 
Contract on left, details in middle, delivery instructions to the right on pink paper.


I love books. Books have always been a force in my life. I even made a book when I was eight or nine. Entitled “Funnies”, it was a “collection” of things I thought were VERY funny when I was eight or nine. For example, “Janey: When is a hen not a hen? John: When he’s a rooster!” and “Jimmy: When can a snale go fast? Jo Ann: When he is falling! It also had tongue-twisters like “Here is a tuge tister. As oun blue bat blow in the ball the outher blue bat blow out. Say ti fast.” Look, I SAID I was only eight or nine!




It also had picture stories, this one about Popeye. read pages from top to bottom.


I especially enjoy books about U.S. Presidents. I own a few of those; 936 at last count. History, of course, as well; mostly local history. My wife likes cookbooks. Our collection also includes nature: wildlife, birds, insects, flowers, trees. Some literature is included as well (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, the Harry Potter series, etc.). There are also categories such as biographies, DIY projects, 4-H, Atlases, and on and on. I believe it was Thomas Jefferson who once said, “I can’t live without books.” I know what he means. But where to keep them?

One day Phyllis said to me, “What about making the Sunroom over into a library?” That is all she had to say. A bit of planning, some discussion with my brother-in-law, John Emanuelson, who has a small library in his own house, and the change-over ensued. Down came the decorations mom had hung on the blue wall. The blue milk can and a few other items made their way into storage, or worse, and a weekend was scheduled for the elbow grease to go into high gear.

On May 10, 2019, John and his wife, Susanne, pulled into my driveway. They’d come all the way from Delaware; saws and drills and levels and hammers and more packed into the back of his bright yellow pick-up truck, ready to be put to good use. Truth be told, they actually arrived the day prior but I “gave” them the rest of Thursday to “rest up”.

Friday morning, after a bit of last-minute plan-adjustments and measurements, off we went in John’s truck to purchase the raw materials, and a ladder, that we’d need to accomplish the first phase of the make-over; hanging shelves on the blue wall. I don’t know how many times John went up and down that new ladder but I have to hand it to him, he did it a lot, far more times than I think I’d have been able to and, again truth be told, he was born a number of years prior to me! By the end of that Friday, however, after the sweat had been wiped from our brows and the sawdust had settled onto the grass out front, shelves now hung over the wall Mom had turned blue.

Now for Phase two! That began Saturday morning. The plan called for five bookcases. Four of them needed to be purchased. Those would stand along the outer (west) wall of the Sunroom/porch. The fifth was to be moved from where it has long stood in the Livingroom out into the Library to be the fifth bookcase; this time standing against the South wall. Moving that case out was where we started. Then off we went again toward West Hazleton in search of the four new bookcases. Finding those bookcases proved a bit more difficult than we had anticipated but by visiting three different stores, we reached the desired total and headed again back to Drumyngham.

Furniture these days comes unassembled in a box, with hardware and instructions included, ready for assembly. If you’ve ever assembled even a small table that has come out of such a box, you already well know the “fun” we had assembling not one, or two, or even three, but FOUR of these over-sized puzzles. On one bookcase, the first one we tackled, we followed the directions to the letter and STILL ended up having to partially pull it back apart and re-do the work – the instructions were REVERSED half-way through! When we realized what the problem was, we called it quits for Saturday and all of us; Phyllis, Susanne, John and me; headed off to The Powerhouse Eatery to enjoy an early Mother’s Day celebration of fine food and friendship.


On Sunday, we finished up assembling all four cases. In one of the instruction booklets they added, at the end of step 11, “This completes assembly. Clean with your favorite furniture polish or a damp cloth. Wipe dry. And celebrate, why not share your success story?” The bold is theirs and they followed this note with icons for Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and YouTube as suggestions for where to do this sharing.

I was tempted. Oh, how I was tempted!

By the end of Sunday, however, all that was left to do was anchor the cases to the wall for safety. I don’t know where he found the energy to do it, but there went John, again up and down the ladder, finishing that last step in the process.

The next two photos were taken a few weeks after the great make-over had been completed. By then I’d had the chance to throw away the packing materials, clean and vacuum the space, put up some of the shelves on the wall and fill them with books. So, as you can see, the project is shaping up quite nicely.

 Looking toward Butler Drive.


Looking toward Butler Mountain.
 

The Carport that had been made into a Porch that was transformed into a Sunroom had now been made-over into a Library ready to receive the books for which it was envisioned.

And I love it.

Sorry Mom.

The cup was Mom’s. It sits in front of some of Mom's books. She drew the face on the rock. She said it looked like her.