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PICTURE OF THE MONTH - MAY 2014
Welcome to the May 2014 Garfield Families Newsletter
May, the month when April showers have brought out May Flowers and spring is well on it's way. Here in F lorida we are getting into the 80s most days and time to head north for a cooler summer. Nancy and I will be leaving here in the middle of the month if all goes well, and take our time on the trip to the VERY Southwestern cornor of New York State to our birth place and family and frends.
Our May Newsletter is about Memorial Day and our salute to all you veterans out there. I will be telling you a little bit about myself and my time in Korea with the 311th Ftr Bmb Sqd of the 5th Air Force. Also a little history on the first Memorial Day (Decoration Day).
Once again Jayne has worked hard in getting this months Newsletter off to the press. Thanks Jayne!!
MESSAGE: From Editor/ Historian, Jayne Mills Pawlisa
NEW GARFIELD SOCIETY MEMBERS: Chistopher Reader of Grand Rapids
Michigan (Honorary; for preservation work regarding Garfield Park and Museum) and Steven L. Garfield of California. Steven is a veteran!
CONTEST: Due to lack of interest (we had one entry) the contest
has been canceled. Readers: We really do want your imput.
MEMORIAL DAY VETERAN QUOTE: “Valor is a gift. Those having it
never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And
those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it
when the next test comes.”…… Napoleon Bonaparte
THOUGHT FOR THE MONTH: “Do not wait; the time will never be
“just right.” Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools
you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as
you go along.”…….George Bernard Shaw
HUMOR FOR THE MONTH: “A stockbroker urged me to buy a stock
that would triple its value every year. I told him, ‘at my age, I don’t
even buy green bananas’!”……Claude Pepper
READERS: If you need help of any kind, please contact me at:
firstname.lastname@example.org We need your comments and input if our newsletter is to be successful. Article contributions are more than welcome, and even necessary. For all you veterans out there……….Thank you for your service! None of you will be forgotten…….Blessings, Jayne
THE FIRST MEMORIAL (DECORATION) DAY - MAY 30, 1868
I am oppressed with a sense of the impropriety of uttering words on this occasion. If silence is ever golden, it must be here beside the graves of fifteen thousand men, whose lives were more significant than speech, and whose death was a poem, the music of which can never be sung. With words we make promises, plight faith, praise virtue. Promises may not be kept; plighted faith may be broken; and vaunted virtue be only the cunning mask of vice. We do not know one promise these men made, one pledge they gave, one word they spoke; but we do know they summed up and perfected, by one supreme act, the highest virtues of men and citizens. For love of country they accepted death, and thus resolved all doubts, and made immortal their patriotism and their virtue. For the noblest man that lives, there still remains a conflict. He must still withstand the assaults of time and fortune, must still be assailed with temptations, before which lofty natures have fallen; but with these the conflict ended, the victory was won, when death stamped on them the great seal of heroic character, and closed a record which years can never blot.
I know of nothing more appropriate on this occasion than to inquire what brought these men here; what high motive led them to condense life into an hour, and to crown that hour by joyfully welcoming death? Let us consider.
Eight years ago this was the most unwarlike nation of the earth. For nearly fifty years1 no spot in any of these states had been the scene of battle. Thirty millions of people had an army of less than ten thousand men. The faith of our people in the stability and permanence of their institutions was like their faith in the eternal course of nature. Peace, liberty, and personal security were blessings as common and universal as sunshine and showers and fruitful seasons; and all sprang from a single source, the old American principle that all owe due submission and obedience to the lawfully expressed will of the majority. This is not one of the doctrines of our political system—it is the system itself. It is our political firmament, in which all other truths are set, as stars in Heaven. It is the encasing air, the breath of the Nation’s life. Against this principle the whole weight of the rebellion was thrown. Its overthrow would have brought such ruin as might follow in the physical universe, if the power of gravitation were destroyed and
“Nature’s concord broke,
Among the constellations war were sprung,
Two planets, rushing from aspect malign
Of fiercest opposition, in mid-sky
Should combat, and their jarring spheres confound.”2
The Nation was summoned to arms by every high motive which can inspire men. Two centuries of freedom had made its people unfit for despotism. They must save their Government or miserably perish.
As a flash of lightning in a midnight tempest reveals the abysmal horrors of the sea, so did the flash of the first gun disclose the awful abyss into which rebellion was ready to plunge us. In a moment the fire was lighted in twenty million hearts. In a moment we were the most warlike Nation on the earth. In a moment we were not merely a people with an army—we were a people in arms. The Nation was in column—not all at the front, but all in the array.
I love to believe that no heroic sacrifice is ever lost; that the characters of men are molded and inspired by what their fathers have done; that treasured up in American souls are all the unconscious influences of the great deeds of the Anglo-Saxon race, from Agincourt to Bunker Hill. It was such an influence that led a young Greek, two thousand years ago, when musing on the battle of Marathon, to exclaim, “the trophies of Miltiades will not let me sleep!” Could these men be silent in 1861; these, whose ancestors had felt the inspiration of battle on every field where civilization had fought in the last thousand years? Read their answer in this green turf. Each for himself gathered up the cherished purposes of life—its aims and ambitions, its dearest affections—and flung all, with life itself, into the scale of battle.
And now consider this silent assembly of the dead. What does it represent? Nay, rather, what does it not represent? It is an epitome of the war. Here are sheaves reaped in the harvest of death, from every battlefield of Virginia. If each grave had a voice to tell us what its silent tenant last saw and heard on earth, we might stand, with uncovered heads, and hear the whole story of the war. We should hear that one perished when the first great drops of the crimson shower began to fall, when the darkness of that first disaster at Manassas fell like an eclipse on the Nation; that another died of disease while wearily waiting for winter to end; that this one fell on the field, in sight of the spires of Richmond, little dreaming that the flag must be carried through three more years of blood before it should be planted in that citadel of treason; and that one fell when the tide of war had swept us back till the roar of rebel guns shook the dome of yonder Capitol, and re-echoed in the chambers of the Executive Mansion. We should hear mingled voices from the Rappahannock, the Rapidan, the Chickahominy, and the James; solemn voices from the Wilderness, and triumphant shouts from the Shenandoah, from Petersburg, and the Five Forks, mingled with the wild acclaim of victory and the sweet chorus of returning peace. The voices of these dead will forever fill the land like holy benedictions.
What other spot so fitting for their last resting place as this under the shadow of the Capitol saved by their valor? Here, where the grim edge of battle joined; here, where all the hope and fear and agony of their country centered; here let them rest, asleep on the Nation’s heart, entombed in the Nation’s love!
Major General James A Garfield's Speech
May 30, 1868
WHAT IS A VETERAN ?
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his/her life, wrote a blank check made payable to "The United States of America," for an amount of "up to and including their life."
All of us who have worn the uniform of one of the branches of the United States Armed Forces have "signed that check" taken that oath.
MEMORIAL DAY MAY 26, 2014
Lets take a look at the veterans or their loved ones that responded to our request for pictures and etc
This is Marshall H. Chapin
Veteran Civil War; Union from Michigan
Grandson of William B. Garfield
James Arthur Garfield's tombstone.........
Spanish American War
This is my Uncle: Leo Myron Coates....veteran of WW11, Korea, and Vietnam
He was the gg grandson of William B. Garfield
He worked under Patton in his office in WW11. He was my mom's favorite brother. All 3 were in WW11, but Uncle Jeff was with the first troops to enter Aushwitz concentration camp.........yup, I know I spelled that one wrong. Anyway, Uncle Leo was career army.....even after retirement, he stayed in Roswell, NM at the institute helping the young recruits. He also helped immigrants pass their citizenship tests........He was one in a million, and well- thought of by all. I remember him telling me about being at the Shah of Iran's wedding when he married Farah Dibah.....they were great friends, and he often visited the Shah's son in US when he was doing his pilot training here. The stories he could tell......but, he was not allowed to publish or write anything about his exploits........he was "top secret".
My Uncle's tombstone
He was Commander Sargeant Major
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The above pictures were submitted by Jayne Pawlisa
Edward "Bud" Garfield
U.S. Army Air Corp WW2
I was honored to have them use this photo on the poster from a Discovery Channel documentary in 2000 called War Dogs, The Untold Story of Dogs in Combat. The government left most of the dogs in Vietnam, only 175 were ever brought back to the U.S.
Our mission in the Vietnam Dog Handlers Association has been to see that this never happens again and we have been successful at getting legislation passed.
Steven S. Garfield
K-9 Corps - Vietnam
The following pictures are from yours truly Dick Garfield
I was in the U S Air Force as an Photographic Equipment Maintenance Technician. I went through over 850 classroom hours of training in electronics in Denver. CO. , but because the needs of the Air Force comes first, after getting to Korea I also worked in squadron operations and intelligence along with all aircraft electronics components..
We checked out each plane before every mission to be sure all systems were GO!!
So we worked both repairing in our shop as well as in the plane,s cockpit.
I was at Osan'e Air Base south of Seoul, Korea, this was the main airplane used in Korea, the F-86-E . We had 75 of these fighters on our base.
This is what the inside of a fighter's cockpit looks like, very cramped and very hard working condishions
That's me getting into the cockpit to check out my part of the electronic system
We took 25 fighters and went to Formosa and flew out of a Nationalists Chinese air base for 90 days to patrol between Formosa and Communists China. Here the Chinese are building our huts for us to live in. All bamboo, and they didn't leak!!
Our home away from home,our own little village of huts with chow hall, showers and everything any GI would need.
This is a picture of the ,Medal of Peace, I received from the Department of Defence, South Korea. This is the highest award that can be given to any military person that is not a citizen of South Korea.
We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance