Saturday, May 26, 2012

Memorial Day

There are many more cousins who fought in the American Revolution, Civil War, WWII and up to the present day. Here are a few who have served.

-John Ernest Spangenberg was in the 1775 Fourth Regiment of the Pennsylvania Line. He took part in the Battle of Long Island where many Northampton County soldiers were killed or taken prisoner. July 17, 1776 John Spangenberg was appointed Sergeant-Major.  (Daniel Shimer Spangenberg (1853 - 1925) from tombstone above is three generations back. He married Emma Baylor.)
 -Catherine Spangenberg married William Snook who became a Captain in the Revolutionary War.
-Abraham Shimer was a Captain of the third Battalion, New Jersey Militia, Army of the Revolution.
-Anthony Shimer was a Captain in the Sixth Battalion, Pa Militia under Col. Jacob Stroud 1777.
-Jacob Shimer enlisted as a soldier under Captain Jacob Arndt and died of smallpox in 1764. His 
  tombstone is the oldest in the Old Saucon Graveyard, Nothampton County,Pa.
-Isaac Shimer was a sergeant in Captain Kichlein's Company and was part of the Long Island battle.  According to history books, Issac Shimer in 1776 joined Washington's army enlisting in Col. Baxter's battalion under Capt. John Arndt, of the "Flying Camp". They engaged the British on Long Island and Fort Washington, 11-16-1776 where Isaac was taken prisoner. He was a 3rd Lt and served
  7 years.

My Mother, Vera Riddle Scott, honoring my Dad, Karl R. Scott, Memorial Day 2010. Dad was part of the B24 Liberators 1943-1945 in WW2. He was a navigator without all these fancy computers with only the stars to navigate by. Both of My Mom's brothers were in the Navy.
Growing up in Truxton, New York we always celebrated Memorial Day and still do. I played the baritone in the marching band, Mother and Father marched with the Veterans,  Flanders Field was read and a gun salute for the fallen soldiers. 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

1 comment:

Maureen said...

That's a really lovely picture of your mother; Flanders Fields always gives me goosebumps!