Sept. 1889 James Winter, William Winter, Christine Wright, Mabel Wright

From the web pages of Malcolm Winter  "MABEL W. WRIGHT was born Apr 1, 1888 in California, and died Mar 2, 1964 in Los Angeles, California.She married HUGH VERNON WHITE.He was born Jan 24, 1889 in California, and died Jan 12, 1984 in Claremont, Los Angeles, California.
     
Children of MABEL WRIGHT and HUGH WHITE are:

	i.		MALCOLM5 WHITE, b. 1922, Sacramento, California.
	ii.		NINA JANE WHITE, b. Dec 5, 1919; d. Oct 4, 1986, Riverside, California

Benjamin Milton Robins

"Dr, Robins History"  by Eugene Robins  [I am keeping the grammatical but not the spelling mistakes: some of the proper name and place name spellings may be wrong]

Benjamin Milton Robins physician and surgeon, Residing in Osceola township on section fifteen (15) is a native of the state of New York.  Born in Jefferson County November 28, 1831 a son of James and Elysa Robins he was reared on the home farm, his father being engaged in agricultural pursuits, his primary education was obtained in the common school of his neighborhood.  And later he attended the academy at Mexico [a town] Oswego County N. Y. He studied medicine under Drs. Chafiss and Tenton of Pulaski Oswego County and subsequently took a full course of lectures at the Ohio Medical College of Cincinnati graduating from the institution in the class of 1854.  He then began the practice of his chosen profession in Batavia Jefferson Co. Iowa where he remained till the spring of 1869 doing his residence there he built sef [himself?] an extensive practice.  The Dr. was united in marriage to Miss Marrina Cornwell of Warren Co, Ohio and to this union was born 8 children 5 boys and three girls E.V..A.L Q.R.S.R. and E. W. Ella Haven and Mrs Stella Williams Dr. French and Breda at home. [pretty hard to make out any of that]  Dr. Robins came to Clark Co. in 1869 and settled on his farm whitch is located two and 1/2 miles east of Osceola,  At the time his farm was an open farrie [prairie?] and although the ofessing [?] of his farm was a new experience to the doctor he succeeded in bringing it to a high state of cultivation and at the same time carried on his practice of medicine.  Sometime going a distance of 20 miles to see a patient.  Of late years he [paid] considerable attention to raising stock making a specialty of Short Horn cattle and now has a well stock[ed] farm of 50 head of cattle.  The Dr. is a member of the Odd Fellow order and order is whitch he take[s] much interest.

Jane Winter Leddy passed this on to me:  she writes on the photocopy I have "I think this was wirten by my cousin Eugene as a school project."  Jane's mother was Edna Robins.  

Helene Baldwin Winter

Helene Baldwin Winter 1899-1974.  Helene was married to my grandfather James Winter.  Their joint tombstone can be seen here.  The writing on the back of this picture is in the hand of Jane Winter Leddy daughter of James and Edna Winter.  There is a Helene Baldwin Winter Memorial Scholarship at Simpson College in Indianola Iowa.

Jane Winter Leddy's village.  I believe that came in cereal boxes.  She and her roommates collected them and stuck them to the ceiling of their dorm room.

Margaret E. Leddy more information

Margaret was a teacher and retired August 6, 1964.  She had a diploma from State Normal of Los Angeles dated June 24, 1915. She was a holder of a Grammar School Certificate for Imperial County in Jan. 1919 and taught at the Brawly Grammar School there from Feb. 1918 to Dec. of 1920.  At that time she was called Margaret Forbes Charleston Eddie.  She was also a teacher in Los Angeles City in 1920.  Between 1935 and 1939 she taught in Kern County.  Kern county schools she taught at were Edison School, Hospital School, Norris School, at well as Arvin Night School. In 1939 she started teaching in Bakersfield City. When she started as a teacher then of the special evening class of the Arvin Migratory School, Arvin, California her salary was $4.00 per night, teaching Tuesday and Thursday night from seven to nine. During WWII she taught full-time from 1942-1945 at Bakersfield City Schools.  In 1954-55 she also taught full time in Bakersfield. She resigned from the Bakersfield City School District at the close of the 1954-5 school year.  She also taught at he Horace Ensign Junior High School in Newport between 1955 and 1957 as a substitute, also at Capistrano Beach.  This information is collated from drafts of letters Margaret wrote at the time of her retirement and from official documents.

In 1939  Margaret lived at 130 Oleander Ave., Bakersfield, CA. with her husband Harold, and her as many of her four boys who were living by that time (need to check). 

Margaret was called Margaret Eddie Leddy after she married.  

One of their addresses was 396 East 15th Street, Costa Mesa, CA. That's where I remember them the most.  After Grandpa Leddy died Jim Leddy moved in for a time.  

Grandma (Margaret) loved to talk.  She also enjoyed her sherry, cheese and crackers, which she shared with us when we were grown up.  Grandpa had his own study filled with books.  He was fond of book collecting and I probably caught that from him.

Edna Dell Robins

This is my grandmother (mother's mother), Edna Winters, originally Edna Dell Robins.  She does look a lot like my mother.  I really remember little about her and have only made one post about her previously, here.  I remember that we visited her in San Francisco where she lived in an apartment near the Presidio, that she was a nurse, that she had some relation to Alcatraz and showed me, or gave me, a letter stamped with Alcatraz and a pelican (perhaps she was a nurse there).

She and my grandfather divorced when my mother was a teenager.  Malcolm Winter writes this about her "I always thought a lot of my aunt Edna. She was a middle aged white haired lady when I knew her - very friendly and considerate.  However after 20 or so years of marriage to my Uncle Jim, she developed a number of delusions about him that eventually resulted in his divorcing her. After the divorce I didn't see her again, but understand that her delusions cleared.She moved to California and lived there till her death."

Edna was devoted to my mother, her only child, and would often do restaurant work near where my mom was going to school or attending summer camp.  

World War 1 Letter by Harold Leddy

This letter is written on a collection of 24 "cartes postales detachables" from Le Mont-Dore.  [A similar collection is described in this way Dos: / divisé - Circulé: non - Année: 1900 ? à voir les attelages hippomobiles - Editeur: / Numéro: mieux que toute description ces photos donnent toutes informations.]  There is no date on the letter although it is probably either 1918 or 1919.   The feel of the letter is late in the war or postwar.  It says they arrived on Sept. 17.  Armistice was Nov. 11, 1918.   I ran across one source that says that U.S. Military were sent to Mont Dore there after being gassed for recovery.  My grandfather was gassed during WW1.  He never mentions this injury in the letter, but I suspect that this would have been censored.  The baths were known for helping with pulmonary problems.

Dear Folks: 

This resort is about twenty minutes ride on the train. (fare 10 centimes or 2 cents] from La Bourboule.  It is larger, and much older:  the waters were known even to the Romans who built the first bath houses some relics of which still are to be seen.  We passed a lot of time in Mont Dore and took in all its side trips. There is an incline railway to the top of Capucin, but it rained the day we had planned on going up.  There is a cafe and skating rink on the top.  The season at both resorts closed on the 15th of Sept. two days after our arrival but there were still quite a few French tourists, mostly Parisians, who treated us very well.  The bath houses are, of course, the centers of attraction - and this one is more beautiful than our Congressional Library - wonderful tile and mosaic colorings.  It was built in 1875.  The outfits are very funny - we sat around waiting to be massaged in just such a costume.  As I have told you, they drink the waters, inhale it, gargle it, soak in it, get rubbed under it, and carry it around.  Most of the people we met spoke our language, better or worse, which was a great help.  We adopted a French soldier, convalescing, and took him around three different days.  Also made the acquaintance of a very fine lady whose family has a vast property close to Spain.  Her fiance was killed in Dec. 1914 - and she has been managing her father's ranch, factory, winery and properties.  She invited me there for the next furlough and promised to write every week.  Now I'll have to study up on French grammar, for she doesn't know a word of English.
     Next to the bath house in importance comes the casino.  It is complete in every detail, a large theater which now has movie shows.  The baccarat [....] where the wealth of France changed hands before the war, a cafe, library, writing rooms, smoking rooms, and an immense concert room where one drinks four-bits worth of liquor during each  [..]  the band plays.  
    The chain of mountains are a part of the Pyrenees system, and Mt. Sancy is the highest mountain in France outside of the Alps. From its summit one can look out over seven departments, see eleven lakes and, when its very clear, can see the alps and Mt. Blanc.  We climbed Sancy with a party of civilians, four of whom were ladies.  A sudden storm overtook us about half way up, and when we reached the cabin near the top we were wet to the skin. The place was full of French officers, their wives and others who nursed us like children.  We all sat around the fire dressed in shawls, overcoats and other pieces of borrowed clothing while our clothes were being dried.  There was on fellow with me who had a splendid Irish tenor voice, so we gave them our [....] of songs and the French girls led by an opera singer, responded with French popular songs.  It was a time that none of us will forget.  The sun came out, it looking a tho the storm was over.  So we started back - only to be drenched again before reaching the bottom.  
     Another day we took a longer, tho not so difficult a hike to de Guery and the two Roches.  At the inns along the way one can get fine homemade cheese and butter, creamy milk and good hot chocolate - the prices are all high - we sometimes spent fifteen or twenty dollars on one trip for refreshments lunches and souvenirs. The Y.M.C.A. organizes hikes and carriage trips, but we do not like their system.  The fifteen girl assistants at Le Bourboule are not all representative of our best American ladies though some are very splendid.  Mrs. Theo. Roosevelt Jr.  [Edith Kermit Carow Roosevelt (1861 -1948) was the second wife of President Theodore Roosevelt, and visited France in 1919 to attend to the burial of her son who died in the war] is in charge, and tho I did not talk and dance with her the boys who did said she is very fine.  For my part, I only liked the grey-haired motherly ladies who treated all alike and who worked hard to make us feel at home, rather than the worn out beauties who seemed to have come over for a vacation.  The men are all very fine fellows, tho their system could be improved on.  My chief cause for dislike was when they announced a dance - of course there being several hundred soldiers in town we all looked around for some nice girl to take.  I was lucky and made my date with a wonderful little girl - at the last minute the Y decided not to allow us to bring girls - so we were all disappointed, and fifteen Y. girls danced with the few boobs who took no offence and went without their friends.  

Intended to write until all the cards were filled but must stop here. 

Harold

Added later: 

Jan. 28, 1919

Found this at the bottom of my barracks bag, so will send it home.

H.


I found the following account of Mont-Dore by another soldier "Late in September Pink Wohlford and I had another "permission," and under regulations were pushed off to a new U.S. Leave Area at La Bourboule, a resort in Auvergne. Arriving in the rain, we found the place almost entirely closed for the winter. Most of the restaurants, hotels and cafés were shut and practically all the shops. The result was that there was nothing to do after we had made the excursions to Mont Dore and seen the snow-capped Puy du Dôme. All we could find to occupy our time was to hang around the Casino in the hands of the YMCA with no gambling allowed."

Also, this might be interesting:  Harpedanne de Belleville H-R.  Les sequelles respiratoires des intoxications par les gaz de combat et leur traitement au Mont-Doré

Bordeaux, 1919