The Medals


As you can see, the medals arrived (after an anxious wait on my part and that of the sender). I want to get a photo of Mom with them and I plan to get them properly framed in a shadow box.

I don’t know if my grandfather ever looked at them after he received them. Certainly, he never put them on their ribbands which are still flat and bright, like new. I expect that, for him, the medals represented something that was not as important as the work that he performed. For me, they are a tangible link to him and to history. I am so glad to have gotten them back into the family.

Commemorative Ceremony for WWI Veterans

John Babcock, Canada’s last WWI veteran died last week at 109. Babcock signed up at the age of 16 and, although he never saw combat, he served and he was the last surviving Canadian WWI veteran. He didn’t want a national ceremony at his death. Instead, there is to be a national ceremony April 9th to commemorate all those Canadians and Newfoundlanders* who served, were wounded, or died during that horrific conflict.

Lest we forget…

On that note, a few whose service I honour….

James Edward McIntosh

This is my grandfather. He served as a stretcher-bearer with the British Army. At one point, his unit went into No Man’s Land and a shell hit near where they were standing. He was presumed dead and my grandmother was sent a telegram telling her he was dead. Three days later, he and his companions were able to find their way to the British lines and he was horrified to learn that he had been declared dead. As there was a “push”  on, he was unable to get a message to his mother for a few more days.

One favourite story was how the British were being sent out of Vimy Ridge when the Canadians were going in. As the long line of soldiers passed each other, he could hear a voice calling out “Does anyone know a McIntosh from Newcastle!? Does anyone know a McIntosh from Newcastle!?”.

He called out “I’m a McIntosh from Newcastle!”.

It tuned out to be his cousin from Winnipeg! They couldn’t stop but were able to call to each other news from the family until they were out of earshot. Both his cousin and he survived the war but I don’t believe they ever met in person, again. My mother has always wanted to find the family and meet them.

Charlotte Edith Anderson Monture

“Andy” was my ex-husband’s grandmother who served in the American Expeditionary Forces as a nurse in France. She was an Mohawk from the Six Nations Reserve in Southern Ontario. No nursing school in Canada would train “an Indian” so she applied and was accepted at the New Rochelle (New York)  School of Nursing. When the Americans entered the war, she enlisted and was sent overseas. She served in Vitelles, France at the Buffalo Base Hospital 23. She died just 6 days short of her 106th birthday, the last of her unit. It was an honour and a privilege to know her.

James David Moses

James David Moses was my ex-husband’s great uncle.  He was a Delaware Indian, also from the Six Nations Reserve. He joined the Canadian Army, trained as an officer, and eventually joined the RAF, training as an observer. He was lost in action on April 1, 1918, the day that the RCAF came into being. He is considered the first flyer killed in the RCAF.

*Newfoundland was not a part of Canada at that time.

PhotoHunter: Veterans

Lest We Forget

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Joseph B. Comer (2nd row, centre), Civil War Veteran



Joseph B.'s West Virginia medal

As I have mentioned in another posting, I am waiting for the arrival of Joseph B’s medal. He enlisted with the Union forces 148 years ago, today.


James Edward McIntosh

My grandfather, James McIntosh, was a Presbyterian minister in Scotland so was a conscientious objector. However, he “did  his part” in both wars. He served as a stretcher-bearer in WWI and then running canteens for soldiers in Dumfries during WWII.

In WWI, he once went out on the field to collect wounded men and a shell burst which appeared to have blown him and his men up. His mother was sent a telegram announcing that he was “missing and presumed dead”. It wasn’t until three days later that he and his men could get back and send word to their families that they were alive and well (uninjured, in fact).

Another time, as the British forces were being relieved by Canadians at Vimy Ridge, just before the big battle, the two long lines of soldiers filed past each other in the dusk.  He could hear a voice calling out down the lines “Anyone know a McIntosh from Aberdeen? Anyone know a McIntosh from Aberdeen?”

He called out “I’m a McIntosh from Aberdeen!”. It turned out that it was his cousin from Winnipeg on his way in to Vimy. They couldn’t stop to talk but called out news of family to each other as long as they could be heard. After the War, he learned that his cousin had survived the battle and was safely home.

My ex-husband’s grandmother and his great uncles (as well as other relations) signed  up in WWI.

Charlotte Edith Monture (Anderson) in uniform

Charlotte Edith Monture (Anderson)

His grandmother, Charlotte Edith Monture (Anderson), “Andy” to her friends, signed up with the American Army (the AEF) as a nurse. She served in Vittel, France with Buffalo Base Hospital 23. She was an amazing woman. I had the honour of transcribing her wartime diary. Until the war “hotted up” she recounted tea dances (Including one where she was asked to dance by Eddie Rickenbacker — “He was a bit full of himself”), baseball games, “flickers”, and picking strawberries.Once the American forces got into the thick of it and the wounded started pouring in, her diary dwindled to the odd entry about exhaustion and the wounded. Her last entry was after Armistice where she described a visit to the stench and mud and ruin.

One of her patients, a favourite of hers, who appeared to be on the mend suddenly hemorrhaged one night and died. She wrote to his parents and after the war went out to Iowa to visit them. They gave her a lovely silver cutlery service when she married. She died 6 days short of her 106th birthday and was buried with military honours, at Six Nations.

Her brother, Gilbert Monture, later on of the first Native Canadians to receive a degree and then achieve a government position, also served in WWI. They were Mohawks from the Six Nations of The Grand River reserve, in Southern Ontario.

My ex’s father’s uncle James David Moses, a Delaware, also from The Six Nations reserve in  joined up in WWI. Hr started off in the infantry and then joined the Air services.

Lt. James David Moses

He was shot down over France and is commemorated as the first RCAF flier killed in action. He is remembered in the First World War Book of Remembrance.

My ex’s father, Russ Moses, served with the Canadian Navy in the Korean War. He told us many times of the time when the American Army contacted his captain. They had heard that there were a couple of Indians aboard. They had a special mission for them. They wanted to fool the North Koreans into thinking they were being fired upon so they wanted my father-in-law and his friend to make smoke signals for them. My father-in-law had to tell them that smoke signals were not something that Canadian Indians ever did and they didn’t know how to make them. I guess they thought that “an Indian was an Indian”.

Natives signed up in greater numbers in all wars than their White counterparts.  All the more surprising since they fought and died for a country that they couldn’t vote in*, couldn’t own property and after the war would not receive their military pensions unless they “enfranchised” (gave up their Indian status). They couldn’t even go into a bar with their fellow soldiers to have a beer because they weren’t allowed to drink. In some cases, any benefits they got were sent to this Indian agent who got to decide how and IF they got to spend it. In some cases, the agents pocketed the money. Only in the last few years has the government started addressing the inequity of this.

My birth father served in the American Army in WWII as an officer trainer.


Hutch in uniform

My father with his father and his third wife (his Dad’s), California, just before the attack on Pearl Harbour.


Dad, probably in Halifax just before going overseas.


Dad (right), somewhere in France or Holland.

My step-father, who was studying at MIT tried to sign up with the American Army in 1941. However, he was rejected because of his race (“Our ”Indian’ contingent is filled” sneered the recruiting sergeant.). So he came up to Canada and joined the Canadian Army. They cared less about his colour than his willingness to fight. He served in North Africa, Italy, Sicily, France, Holland, and Germany. Canada’s willingness to accept him at a time of war rather than care only about his skin colour was a deciding factor on where he decided to live after he graduated. He came to Canada. He also joined the Naval Reserve, here.

After Dad died, someone (we think we know who) stole his medals from our house.

My mother also served in the Territorial Army in Scotland, after the war. During the war, she was in nursing. I’m afraid I don’t have a photo of her in uniform, though I know I have one somewhere.


* In the case of Edith Anderson, she wanted to train as a nurse but no Canadian hospital would train “an Indian”. She applied to the New Rochelle School of Nursing and was accepted immediately. In 1914, she began working as a Registered Nurse in an elementary school. After the War, she returned to Canada and began nursing on the Six Nations Reserve. The first Canadian Native woman to be trained as a nurse.

I actually met the grand-daughter of the first native woman to be trained as a nurse IN Canada. I believe her surname was Brule.

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