tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33451526319409610422024-03-05T04:13:20.783-08:00Discovering My Lane Family Rootsblue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-92010752839413042472013-04-01T04:54:00.000-07:002013-04-01T04:54:58.930-07:00Mystery Monday: Japanese Passport Mystery Solved<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><b>*To catch up on my Mystery Monday series about Nolan Lane and the Japanese passport, click <a href="http://lanefamilygenealogy.blogspot.com/search/label/Japanese%20Passport" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</b></i></div>
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Early on Easter morning, I checked my email and found a message from Jun Miyagi, the grandson of Maka Kanehawa, owner of the Japanese passport I found in my Uncle Nolan's WWII photo album. Mr. Miyagi's email contained the following letter in which he tells his grandmother's tragic story.<br />
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<i>Dear Ms. Southworth,</i><br />
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<i>Please forgive my delay in writing.</i><br />
<i>First of all, words cannot tell you my feelings of surprise and happiness at receiving your letter from far away America.</i><br />
<i>Kogi Kamehama and his wife, Makato Kamehama (the correct spelling their names) were my maternal grandparents. They were married in Okinawa before the 2nd world war and lived in the small village of Ozato in the southeastern part of Okinawa. Their first child was my mother, Tomiko, who was born in Okinawa before the war. Kogi was a farmer of sorts but life was very hard on Okinawa. For that reason he joined many Okinawans who emigrated to South America in search of a better life. Leaving their daughter with their parents, Kogi and Makato went to South America. They planned to call her there after they settled down. However, when the war started they were worried about their daughter and family and went back to Okinawa to take care of them. By the time the battle for Okinawa started, my mother was 21 years old and had become a school teacher. I'm not sure of the date, but some time in May or June 1945 my mother's house was bombed. Everything was completely destroyed and everyone in her family were killed. By some miracle my mother, Tomiko, survived.</i><br />
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<i>The whole southern part of Okinawa was completely destroyed. So much so that it is said not even a blade of grass was left. My mother was the sole survivor of the Kamehama clan. Their bodies were all buried in the ruble of the war so we don't even have a grave to visit and pray for them. And of course no photographs of them remain for us as a memorial. So the passport your uncle found in the ruble is another miracle. I'm sure he felt that way when he found it. And I believe that somehow or other he kept it in hopes of some day giving it the owner's family. The photograph your uncle found will be a precious link for us to our grandmother and our ancestors. Thank you for completing your Uncle's desire in keeping our grandmother's passport safe so it could eventually rest in peace in Okinawa. You can't imagine how much this means to us.</i><br />
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<i>By the way, my mother Tomiko Kamahama married my father, Gensuke Miyagi, a professor of Biology at the Ryukyu University. My mother continued teaching grade school till her retirement. I am the oldest of three children. My name is Jun. Followed by another brother, Kaoru, and a sister, Hiroko. My wife's name is Keiko. We have three wonderful daughters.</i><br />
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<i>I am sorry to trouble you but would you be so kind as to send my grandmother's passport to the address below. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.</i><br />
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<i>Sincerely yours,</i><br />
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<i>Jun Miyagi</i><br />
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My deepest sympathy as well as my sincerest thanks go out to Mr. Miyagi and his family. And, if you're reading this, Mr. Miyagi, your grandmother's passport will be on its way home this week.<br />
<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-18434884945880364912013-03-25T07:36:00.001-07:002013-03-25T07:36:07.616-07:00Happy Birthday, Joyce Schooler Reedy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy, Happy Birthday to my sweet, beautiful cousin, Joyce Schooler Reedy. Joyce is the daughter of Gladys Lane and Jim Schooler, the granddaughter of Martha Pierce and William Lane, the mother of Terry Keith Reedy, Pam Reedy, and Rolf Reedy, as well as a devoted wife and grandmother. Joyce, I love you and hope you have a wonderful day!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joyce Schooler Reedy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gladys Lane Schooler (left), Anne Schooler Derksen, Joyce Schooler Reedy<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joyce Schooler Reedy and Kermit Bronell Reedy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(left to right) Terry Keith Reedy, Joyce Schooler Reedy, Rolf Reedy, Pam Reedy, Kermit Bronell Reedy<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pamela Bronella Reedy and Joyce Schooler Reedy<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hannah Lane Keathley, Joyce Schooler Reedy, Austin Reedy Keathley<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-51211953824058553102013-03-18T08:58:00.000-07:002013-03-18T08:58:37.942-07:00Mystery Monday: Some Answers About the Japanese Passport<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I was delighted this morning to open my email and find another message from The Okinawa Peace Memorial Museum in Japan. My delight turned quickly to a mix of sadness and happiness--and gratitude. Here is what the museum staff discovered about Maka Kanehawa, owner of the Japanese passport I found in my Uncle Nolan's WWII photo album. <br />
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<li>Maka Kanehawa and her husband, Kogi Kanehawa, died in the Battle of Okinawa, in Nanjyo, Okinawa</li>
<li>Nanjyo city officials, at the request of The Okinawa Peace Memorial Museum, searched for and found the grandson of Maka and Kogi Kanehawa</li>
<li>The grandson's name is Jun Miyagi, and he lives in Nanjyo, Okinawa</li>
<li>Jun Miyagi wants to establish contact with me through email</li>
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After sending thank-you messages to those who helped me find this information, I settled down to write my first email to Maka's grandson. I must admit that I struggled to find the right words for this email. I first told Mr. Miyagi who I was, and I expressed my sympathy for the death of his grandparents and my sadness about the loss his family has suffered. I then told him a bit about my Uncle Nolan and when and why he was in Okinawa. I told him I didn't know how my uncle got his grandmother's passport, but I could only guess that he found it when cleaning up debris and remnants of the Battle of Okinawa. I also told Mr. Miyagi that I want to return the passport to his family. Finally, I asked Mr. Miyagi if he would care to share with me what he knew about his grandparents. What was their life like before the war? What happened to them during the Battle of Okinawa?<br />
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Now I'll wait and hope for a reply. Mr. Miyagi told the staff at the museum that he is "not good at English." After he receives my message, the museum tells me, "his friend will translate your email." <br />
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As I close this post, I continue to think about the events that forced the paths of Nolan Lane and Maka Kanehawa to cross. I hope they would both be happy that almost 68 years later I'm crossing paths with Jun Miyagi. This world is not as big nor its people as different as we sometimes think.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo from Nolan Lane's WWII Photo Album</td></tr>
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To read more about this mystery, click <a href="http://lanefamilygenealogy.blogspot.com/search/label/Japanese%20Passport" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-72308311432400216382013-03-15T08:17:00.000-07:002013-03-15T08:17:18.826-07:00Family Recipe Friday: Joyce Schooler Reedy's Sock-It-To-Me Cake<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cooking Cousins<br />Joyce S. Reedy & Betty Jo Williamson<br />Middlesboro, KY, c. 1963<br /></td></tr>
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Today's recipe is another by my cousin, Joyce Schooler Reedy, daughter of Gladys Lane Schooler. Enjoy and have a great weekend!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Sock-It-To-Me Cake</span></b><br />
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1 pkg. butter yellow cake mix<br />
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1/4 C. water<br />
4 eggs<br />
1 (8 oz.) carton sour cream<br />
1 C. sugar<br />
1 1/2 C. pecans<br />
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Mix together all the above ingredients.<br />
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3 Tbsp. brown sugar<br />
4 tsp. cinnamon<br />
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Mix together brown sugar and cinnamon. Pour a small amount of the cake batter into a Bundt pan and sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon mixture. Repeat until all batter is used. Bake at 325 degrees for 1 hour.<br />
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-6089866484094494962013-03-13T06:39:00.001-07:002013-03-13T06:39:55.056-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Betty Jewel Lane <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Mom<br />Betty Jewel Lane Lee, daughter of William Bowman Lane & Martha A. Pierce Lane<br />c. 1943</td></tr>
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-16208060802670801132013-03-10T18:01:00.000-07:002013-03-10T18:01:37.552-07:00Mystery Monday: Response from Japan about Passport!For those who have been following this blog, you know that I'm trying to solve the mystery of the Japanese passport that was in my Uncle Nolan's WWII photo album. If you're visiting the blog for the first time, you can catch up on the details of the passport story <a href="http://lanefamilygenealogy.blogspot.com/search/label/Japanese%20Passport" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Imagine my delight, though, when I checked my email last Friday and found the following response to the request for information I sent earlier to the Okinawa Peace Memorial Museum. Awesome! I so appreciate these kind folks taking time to help finish telling the story of Maka Kanehawa and hopefully getting her passport back in the hands of her family. Maybe I'll have more to report next week.<br />
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<tr><td align="right"><label style="font-weight: bold;">From:</label></td><td valign="top">平和祈念資料館 <heiwa@peace-museum.pref.okinawa.jp> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3345152631940961042" style="color: black;"><img align="absmiddle" alt="Add to Addresses" border="0" height="16" src="http://webmail-classic.windstream.net/images/mail/cb_addaddress1.gif?l=en-US&v=windstream" title="Add to Addresses" width="16" /></a> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3345152631940961042" style="color: black;"><img align="absmiddle" alt="Block Sender" border="0" height="16" src="http://webmail-classic.windstream.net/images/mail/sender_block.gif?l=en-US&v=windstream" title="Block Sender" width="16" /></a></td></tr>
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<pre>I am investigating the request from you now.
Although I report a result to you, I need more time.
Please wait.
(I'm sorry. I am not good at English.)
OPPMM SHIMABUKURO
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blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-13152407338500109702013-03-07T16:39:00.000-08:002013-03-07T16:39:02.955-08:00Treasure Chest Thursday: My Sunbonnet Sue Quilt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was very young, my Aunt Gladys made me a beautiful quilt. Made of alternating pink and white squares and Sunbonnet Sues each in her own unique dress, the quilt was this little girl's dream. It stayed on my bed, unless I took it with me when I curled up on the couch to read or watch TV. I always liked to pick out my favorite Sunbonnet Sue. Here are my favorites today :)<br />
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-65050110479596915952013-03-06T07:37:00.001-08:002013-03-06T07:37:34.987-08:00Wordless Wednesday: Gladys and Jim Schooler<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-56605751564163478752013-03-05T05:06:00.000-08:002013-03-05T05:06:05.705-08:00Tombstone Tuesday: Gladys M. Lane Schooler<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Gladys Mayona Lane was the second child of William and Martha Pierce Lane. Born on April 2, 1906, Aunt Gladie lived a wonderful 92 years before she passed away on January 15, 1999. She is buried beside her husband, James A. Schooler, and their son, William J. Schooler, in Hurst Cemetery in Middlesboro, Kentucky. Join me for my next few posts to find out more about this dear lady.<br />
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<b>Be patient and don't give up.</b> I say this to myself on a regular basis these days as I continue to search for answers about Maka Kanehawa and her passport that was found in my uncle's WWII photo album. While I still don't have answers about what happened to Maka or how to find her family, I have initiated a few new contacts, and I'm hopeful that I'll get some helpful responses.<br />
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So far, I've contacted the following organizations, telling my story and asking for assistance:<br />
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<li>History Detectives (PBS) on or around 2/18/13</li>
<li>Okinawa Prefectural Peace Memorial Museum on 2/25/13</li>
<li>Thomas Corrao, Public Relations Officer for The Chicago Okinawa Kenjinkai on 3/3/13</li>
<li>Department Of Defense Public Communications Office on 3/4/13</li>
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I've gotten no response from my first three contacts. I received a notice from the Department of Defense saying that they had gotten my email and would respond as soon as they could.<br />
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<li>Vincent High School's Army JROTC in Shelby County, Alabama--While studying WWII, these students were given a personally inscribed Japanese flag from the Battle of Okinawa. They decided that the right thing to do was to return the flag to its original owner in Japan. The last I read of their quest was that they had contacted the Japanese Consul and were hopeful of getting assistance there. I want to contact the high school and see what the outcome of their project was and to see if they can give me some tips about how to proceed with my passport mystery.</li>
<li>U. C. Santa Cruz's Center for the Study of Pacific War Memories--People here are working to link displays at the Okinawa Peace Memorial Park and corresponding displays at memorials in Santa Cruz. I would think these folks have access to at least some of the information I'm seeking, and they may be willing to share it with me. And, who knows--maybe my story will peak someone's interest who will want to help solve my mystery.</li>
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So there's my progress report for last week as well as my to-do list for this week. Keep your fingers crossed for me, please! Let's hope one of these contacts will help me send Maka's passport home.<br />
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To learn more about this story, check out <a href="http://lanefamilygenealogy.blogspot.com/search/label/Japanese%20Passport" target="_blank">these blog posts</a>.<br />
<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-8701065858484191792013-03-01T06:08:00.000-08:002013-03-01T06:08:24.905-08:00Family Recipe Friday: "Dang" Good Pie by Mildred Lane Partin<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Can't wait to try my Aunt Mildred's "Dang" Good Pie. Thanks for sharing your mom's recipe with me, Phil!<br />
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-39646612662289414132013-02-27T05:16:00.001-08:002013-02-27T05:16:50.448-08:00Wordless Wednesday: Gladys & Edith Lane<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-36998607346641305002013-02-25T09:18:00.002-08:002013-02-25T11:20:17.260-08:00Mystery Monday or Military Monday? More from Nolan Lane's WWII Photo Album and the Japanese Passport<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Well, the search continues for more information about the strange Japanese passport found in my Uncle Nolan's WWII photo album. (If you need to catch up on this story, click <a href="http://lanefamilygenealogy.blogspot.com/2013/02/mystery-monday-japanese-passport-in.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://lanefamilygenealogy.blogspot.com/2013/02/mystery-monday-update-on-japanese.html" target="_blank">here</a>.)<br />
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First of all, I got a great suggestion from fellow genealogy buff Heather Kuhn Roelker who writes the wonderful blog <a href="http://leavesfortrees.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Leaves For Trees</a>. After reading my first post about the passport, Heather recommended that I contact the PBS show "History Detectives" to see if they might be interested in investigating the story behind the Japanese passport. So I did just that! I went to the <a href="http://www.pbs.org/opb/historydetectives/submit-story/" target="_blank">History Detectives website</a> and submitted my story. It's probably a long shot, but at least it's worth a try, right? Thanks so much for the suggestion and the encouragement, Heather!<br />
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I also spent some time this past weekend researching the Battle of Okinawa. I specifically wanted to find out about the aftermath of the battle since this is what my Uncle Nolan and the 9th USN Construction Battalion (Seabees) encountered when they arrived in Okinawa in late June of 1945. According to all the accounts I read, the Battle of Okinawa, which lasted from April 1, 1945-June 21, 1945, was the bloodiest battle of the Pacific as well as the largest sea-land-air battle in history. There were numerous military casualties on both sides and over 100,000 civilian deaths and even more civilian injuries. To find out about Maka Kanehawa, the original owner of the passport, I think my focus should be on these Okinawan civilians.<br />
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By all accounts, the Okinawan people endured tremendous pain and hardship during and after the Battle of Okinawa. At the beginning of the battle, they were told by the Japanese military to go south, away from the advancing American forces. Okinawans were also warned by their military that the American soldiers would rape and/or kill them. So they fled south, taking refuge in caves, abandoned buildings, and makeshift structures. As the Japanese army also retreated south, the civilians were driven out of even these meager living quarters so that the soldiers could use them. Laura Lacey, in her account of the battle on Military History Online, notes that even at the start of the battle, 75% of civilian homes had been destroyed. The Okinawan people, she writes, "were covered in lice and unclean, starved and injured from bombing, shelling, and bullets." When American forces closed in, many civilians committed suicide rather than face the torture they feared from the Americans.<br />
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Thus, a land and it's people destroyed by battle is what my uncle and his fellow Seabees encountered when they arrived in Okinawa to construct roads, living quarters, work and communication centers for the American military that would establish a presence there for nearly thirty years. Below are some more photos from Uncle Nolan's album that offer some visual details about what the Seabees found in Okinawa.<br />
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After doing this research, I wonder if my my colleague, Japanese teacher Nathan Patton, was on the right track about the owner of the mysterious passport. Was Maka Kanehawa a casualty of the Battle of Okinawa? That certainly seems possible. Did she flee her home leaving her passport behind where my uncle found it among the ruins? Did my uncle find the passport while searching through one of the caves where civilians hid, or maybe he found it simply laying on the ground where it had been dropped?<br />
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While doing my research, I also ran across several references to the Okinawa Peace Memorial Park in Okinawa, Japan. Part of the park is a memorial which contains the names of all those who perished during the Battle of Okinawa. I've found a contact email address for the park, and my next step will be to submit my passport story to someone there in hopes that they can help me discover Maka's story and actually return the passport to her family. Stay tuned. . .<br />
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<i>Laura Lacey, "The Battle of Okinawa," <u>Military History Online</u>, 2003</i><br />
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<i>Nicholas Kristof, "The Darker Side of Okinawa," <u>The New York Times</u>, Jan. 21, 1996, on New York Times.com</i><br />
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This is my favorite photo of my Aunt Edie. I love the huge smile on her face! Number 3 of William and Martha Pierce Lane's children, Edith Naoma was born on March 24, 1908, in Clairfield, Tennessee. By the time she was two, she and the family were living in nearby Anthras. Papaw was working in the coal mines, and Granny was taking care of three young children.<br />
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In 1925, when Edith was only 16 or 17 years old, she eloped with Clarence D. Mayes who was ten years her senior. They remained in Claiborne County, Tennessee, where both of their families lived. Clarence worked as a coal miner and Edith was a housewife. All this information is verified in the <u>1930 United States Federal Census</u>. What I can't verify are the elopement stories told my mom, Betty, and my aunt, Ruth, Edith's younger sisters. My grandmother would have been pregnant with my mom, and Aunt Ruth would have been only eight years old when Edith and Clarence eloped. Both, however, often told stories about the night Edith snuck out of the house and met Clarence, and of how the two of them ran off through the fields, climbing over fences and rocks while my papaw yelled after them to stop.<br />
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At some point after 1930, Edith and Clarence divorced, and Aunt Edie moved to Cincinnati. My mom often talked of visiting her big sister in the city and of what fun that was. Aunt Edie would marry two more times. Her second husband, named Earl, I know very little about. Her third husband was Herbert William (Bill) Janssen who was born in Holland in 1899. Bill had been married previously as well and had a son, Eric. Aunt Edith never had any children of her own.<br />
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Aunt Edith and Uncle Bill eventually settled in Florida, and Bill passed away there in 1980. Edith remained in Florida for a while, but shortly after my Uncle Nolan died, she moved to Middlesboro, Kentucky, to be close to her sisters, Betty and Ruth. My cousin and Edith's niece, Betty Jo McManaway, moved Aunt Edie into her home in Harrogate, Tennessee, and took care of her when it became difficult for Edie to live by herself. Edith died, according to her death certificate, of an "acute cerebral infection" on June 11, 1992, at age 84.<br />
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<i><u>1930 United States Federal Census</u></i><br />
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<b>FOUND</b>--the recipe my mom used to make her fried corn! I knew how Mom made fresh fried corn, but I never knew she had an actual recipe for it. While looking through one of her old cookbooks this week, I found this index card with a recipe from a newspaper taped to it. This is indeed how she made it, and it was yummy! Just thinking about Mom's fried corn reminds me of summer suppers in the mountains, and that's a sweet memory to relish on this icy February morning in the Bluegrass.<div>
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Mom would use an iron skillet, and I know she used more than 1/8 tsp. of pepper and probably more salt than the recipe calls for. My dad would hope for Hickory Cane corn--his favorite. He would often get it from friends and customers who would visit his drug store, Lee's, in downtown Middlesboro, Kentucky.<br /><div>
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blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-8056373240451203192013-02-20T04:41:00.000-08:002013-02-20T04:41:19.567-08:00Wordless Wednesday: More Lane Cousins<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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August 1954</td></tr>
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-62652306131614740182013-02-18T08:23:00.001-08:002013-02-18T08:23:52.377-08:00Mystery Monday: Update on Japanese Passport<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last week I revealed a mystery that lay hidden inside my Uncle Nolan's WWII scrapbook. (You can read that post <a href="http://lanefamilygenealogy.blogspot.com/2013/02/mystery-monday-japanese-passport-in.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.) Well, I sent the mysterious Japanese passport to my former colleague, Japanese teacher, Nathan Patton, and asked him to tell me what he could about it. Today, I have some answers.<br />
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The passport belonged to Maka Kanehawa, and she lived in Okinawa Prefecture in Japan. She was married to Mr. Kogi Kanehawa, and her occupation was in agriculture. Presumably, she was a farmer. Her height was 155 centimeters, or about 5' 1." On July 13, 1931, Maka Kanehawa got permission from the Japanese government and the Argentine consulate in Kobe, Japan to travel to Argentina. She arrived in Argentina on September 4, 1931, and visited the Japanese consulate in Buenos Aires on September 7, 1931. That seems to be all the passport reveals.<br />
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My colleague, Mr. Patton, adds the following historical note and his educated guess about the passport:<br />
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<i>Because of the U. S. Congress restricting immigration from Asia in the 1920's and the world wide depression in the early 1930's, there was emigration from Japan to South America (mostly to Brazil and Peru) in the early 1930's. Being that [Maka Kanehawa] was a farmer, going to Argentina might have been somehow related to this emigration wave from Japan. Since the U. S. has had a large military presence in Okinawa since the end of WWII, my guess is that a passport like this could have easily ended up in the hands of your uncle if he was stationed in Okinawa during or after the war. Perhaps Ms. Kanehawa died in the battle for Okinawa?</i></blockquote>
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With the identity and place of residence of the passport owner revealed, I took another look at my uncle's scrapbook and military records. According to his discharge certificate, Nolan A. Lane was part of the 9th Naval Construction Battalion from October 22, 1943, until his honorable discharge on November 27, 1945. The 9th USN Construction Battalion arrived in Okinawa, Japan, on June 26, 1945, and remained there until the end of the war. According to <u>Naval History and Heritage</u>, while in Okinawa, the 9th constructed a four lane coral-surface highway, a compound for the 17th USN Construction Regiment, internal roads, shops for aircraft repairs, a 1600 foot quay wall, and a marine railway. They also operated a coral pit and rock crusher. <br />
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So my uncle WAS in Okinawa, home of Maka Kanehawa, after the Battle of Okinawa and at the end of WWII. Did he encounter Maka Kanehawa or her family? Did someone give him the mysterious passport, or did he simply find it while the Seabees were completing a construction project? I still want to explore this a bit more, so I hope you'll visit again for my next Mystery Monday post. As always, I'd love to hear from you!<br />
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<i><br /></i>blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-64401984358453865132013-02-15T04:41:00.000-08:002013-02-15T04:41:25.902-08:00Family Recipe Friday: Phil and Judy's Tomato Basil Chicken Noodle Soup<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Today's recipe was sent to me by my cousin, Phillip Lane, and his wife, Judy. Phil is the youngest son of Roy B. Lane and Mildred Wagner Lane. This soup, Phil says, is a favorite of his and Judy's, and I think it's the perfect time of year to enjoy it. Thanks, Phil and Judy!<br />
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1 pkg. (12 oz) Reames Frozen Noodles, cooked per directions on package<br />
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When I was a little girl growing up in Middlesboro, Kentucky, I LOVED going to my Aunt Jessie's house. At that time (late 1960s and early 1970s), she and her family lived in Middlesboro, too, and only three or four miles from our house. But while we lived in just a regular old house in a regular old neighborhood, Aunt Jessie lived on a farm. Not a big farm, maybe not even a farm at all, but she had a barn and all sorts of animals. Dogs, cats, chickens, a rooster, cows--and even apple trees. I thought it was great!<br />
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My Aunt Jessie, full name Jessie Bertie Lane, was the fourth child of William and Martha Pierce Lane. She was born on September 18, 1909, in Clairfield, Tennessee. With three older siblings and four younger ones, Jessie grew up as one of the middle children in this big family.<br />
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Jessie married Wallace Wesley Green on February 23, 1932, in Hickman, Tennessee. At age 22, this was Jessie's first (and only) marriage. Wallace, 30 years old at the time, had been married before and had two children. In the early 1940s, Jessie and Wallace had their one and only child together, my sweet cousin, Patsy, or Jessie Patricia Greene.<br />
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For a while, Aunt Jessie and her family lived in Cambria, Virginia, and then they came to live for a while in Middlesboro on that wonderful farm that I loved to visit. Sometime in the 1970s, the Greens moved back to Virginia, settling in the town of Rocky Mount in Franklin County. Wallace died in 1975, and Aunt Jessie died in 1982 at age 72. Both are buried in Rocky Mount.blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-61628387577961583252013-02-13T04:40:00.000-08:002013-02-13T04:40:25.370-08:00Wordless Wednesday: Some Lane Cousins<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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(l to r) Elizabeth Lane Lee, Pamela Reedy, Tim Patrick, Terry Keith Reedy, Jim Patrick<br />
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-12906848617738249332013-02-11T08:51:00.000-08:002013-02-11T08:51:29.021-08:00Mystery Monday: Japanese Passport in Nolan Lane's WWII ScrapbookLast week I shared some information about my Uncle Nolan who served in WWII with the U. S. Navy Seabees. My Treasure Chest Thursday post was about his WWII scrapbook. Not only does this scrapbook contain some amazing photos of WWII, it also contains a mystery--one that I hope someone can help me solve.<br />
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Among the pages of the scrapbook, I found a Japanese passport. The passport is in good condition except for some frayed edges around it's dark green cover. Inside is a clear black and white photo of a young woman, and I assume the passport belonged to her. Dates throughout the passport are all from 1931. Okinawa, Japan, and Argentina are about the only words I can decipher. The rest of the writing looks to be Japanese.<br />
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The mystery, to me, is why did my uncle have this passport? Who is the young woman in the photo, and what happened to her? Most importantly to me, however, is how can I find this woman's remaining family and return the passport to them? <br />
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I've taken my first step toward solving this mystery by sending the passport to a former colleague who teaches Japanese at the high school where I used to work. He and his wife, who happens to be Japanese, have agreed to take a look at the passport and tell me what it reveals about the young woman. While they are doing that, I hope to do some additional research myself about my uncle's WWII service. How might he have come to possess this passport?<br />
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I'll keep you posted about our findings. In the meantime, I welcome any suggestions and/or information anyone can offer about this mystery. <br />
<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-55905267816200265472013-02-08T05:29:00.001-08:002013-02-08T05:29:59.919-08:00Family Recipe Friday: Betty Jo's Butterscotch Pie<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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My cousin, Betty Jo Williamson McManaway, used to make the MOST delicious Butterscotch Pie! Though I sampled this pie several times while I was growing up, I gained a true appreciation of it's awesomeness when Betty Jo made it for me once on our shared birthday (January 13). She brought the pie, still warm from the oven, to our house on this cold, gray afternoon, and it was such a treat. Below is her recipe which, according to Betty Jo's daughter, Joy, is the recipe used by our Granny, Martha Pierce Lane.<br />
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2 1/2 C. brown sugar<br />
1/2 tsp. salt<br />
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<br />blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-50115057425958388082013-02-07T08:10:00.001-08:002013-02-07T08:10:43.218-08:00Treasure Chest Thursday: Nolan Lane's WWII Photo AlbumAfter my Uncle Nolan died in 1983, my mom, Betty, inherited a few of her big brother's personal items. These items were then passed to me when my mom died in 1992. Among these items is another one of my family treasures--Uncle Nolan's WWII photo album.<br />
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Both historical and very personal at the same time, this album shows me a part of my uncle's life that he rarely discussed. As the album progresses you see the young men in the photos go from looking healthy, excited, and proud in their crisp, clean white sailor suits to appearing tense, haggard, older. And WWII, an event I only studied about in school, becomes real. <div>
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My Granny and Papaw Lane had their fifth child, Nolan Andrew Lane, on July 22, 1911, in Clairfield, Tennessee. He was named in part after Papaw's older and much admired brother, Andrew Lane. Nolan spent most of his childhood moving with the family from one mining town to another throughout Claiborne County, Tennessee. I know very little else about his early life, but by age nineteen he was working as a baker in Lafollette, Campbell County, Tennessee.<br />
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He met his first wife, Mildred Rhea Jacobs, in Lafollette, and they married there on April 26, 1935. They had their first and only child, a daughter, in 1939. Rosemary Lane was a beautiful little blonde, and by all accounts was the apple of her daddy's eye.<br />
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Some time before 1943, Nolan received vocational training and became an electrician. As I mentioned in my recent Miltary Monday post, he enlisted in the United States Navy on October 15, 1943. He became one of the Navy's Fighting Seabees and saw active military duty in the Pacific during WWII, mostly in Okinawa, Japan. Uncle Nolan was honorably discharged from the Navy on November 27, 1945.<br />
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At some point after returning home from the war, Uncle Nolan and Mildred divorced. Rosemary continued to live with her mom in Lafollette, while Uncle Nolan took a job with the Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA) and moved to Lenoir City, Tennessee. For reasons that I don't know, Uncle Nolan sadly would never see or speak to his daughter Rosemary again. He attempted to do so, but Mildred first and then Rosemary herself chose to break all ties to him and eventually to the Lane family.<br />
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In 1956 on October third, Uncle Nolan married Martha Marie Sims in Cumberland, Tennessee. Uncle Nolan and Aunt Marie lived in Lenoir City where Uncle Nolan continued to work for the TVA for about the next twenty years.<br />
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1961</td></tr>
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After he retired from TVA, the two of them moved to Brooksville, Florida, where they lived the rest of their lives. They never had children of their own. Marie died in Florida on November 29, 1982, and Uncle Nolan passed away soon after on March 17, 1983. Uncle Nolan had battled heart problems for a number of years, and his death was due to a massive heart attack.<br />
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c. 1980</td></tr>
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I remember my Uncle Nolan well as a tall (about 6' 4"), rather quiet, and gentle man. He was an animal lover who always had a cat or dog as a pet, and he would often send us photos of them and talk of their antics. Fishing was his favorite pastime, and he pursued this diligently especially during his retirement years in Florida. He was adored by his family, and as I was growing up I heard countless wonderful stories about him from his sisters, Betty (my mom), Ruth, Gladys, and Edith. I remember his deep, gruff voice and a sweet, slight smile which crossed his face only occasionally. Spending time with Uncle Nolan was always a joy.<br />
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Nolan Lane<br />
c. 1980</td></tr>
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1958</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Visit to Florida<br />
Nolan Lane, Beth Lee, Marie Lane<br />
1978</td></tr>
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<i>Sources:</i><br />
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<i><u>1920 U. S. Federal Census</u></i><br />
<i><u>1930 U. S. Federal Census</u></i><br />
<i><u>1940 U. S. Federal Census</u></i><br />
<i><u>Tennessee State Marriages 1780-2002</u></i><br />
<i><u>Florida Death Index, 1877-1998</u></i><br />
<i><u>U. S. Department of Veterans Affairs BIRLS Death File, 1850-2010</u></i><br />
<i><br /></i>blue-eyed kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753899789385349256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345152631940961042.post-35313169413664876922013-02-06T04:49:00.000-08:002013-02-06T04:49:11.640-08:00Wordless Wednesday: Nolan Lane and Ruth Lane Williamson<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Big Brother and His Adoring Sister<br />Ruth Lane Williamson and Nolan Lane<br />c. 1940<br /></td></tr>
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