Marijane T. Lehr (Trotter)
|Birthplace:||Centralia, Lewis, WA, USA|
|Death:||Died in Carol Stream, DuPage, IL, USA|
|Place of Burial:||Rock Island National Cemetery Rock Island Rock Island County Illinois, USA Plot: P - 1525|
|Occupation:||WWII VET.CPL, US ARMY, WORLD WAR II. P 1525 -WAC/Photographer/Cartographer/Newspaper/Pilot|
|Managed by:||Vl Beck|
About Marijane T. Lehr
Birth: September 27, 1920 Centralia, Lewis, WA, USA Death: May 21, 2007 (86) Carol Stream, DuPage, IL, USA Immediate Family:
Daughter of Erwin Cecil Trotter (1888-1977) Born in Neche, ND before ND was a state; (WWI-Army fought in France near Paris during the war.) Before and after the war he was a Scalier for Lumber CO. in the Cascades area of WA, OR, & Canada. Mildred Mae (Mersdorf) Trotter (1893-1992)She was born in Napoleon, Logan, ND, USA, Was a One room School house teacher Both were Cremated ashes are located in the Pacific Ocean off the coast near, Monterey, Monterey, California, United States
Wife of "Duffy" Duane W. Lehr (1920-1991) Find A Grave Memorial# 66111471
Mother of Vl Beck (1952-___) and Maria Jean Lehr (1954-1954 (1day))
Sister of Kenneth LeRoy Trotter Find A Grave Memorial# 44478341 Ken fought in Germany during WWII and had his Legs frozen at the Battle of the Bulge. Marijane was born and grew up in the north wood of Washington and Oregon. Where she would play and go to school in many of the Logging camps while her father Erwin Trotter worked. When WWII broke out both her and her Brother Kenneth joined the Army
Marijane was an Army WAC during WWII She became a Photographer and worked for a number of News papers honing her craft. She also became a pilot of small planes like Piper and Cessna which she loved doing barrel rolls and Loop to Loops.
In 1951 she married Duane W. Lehr then became a mother. They met on the streets of Seattle He worked at the local radio station in Everett and it turned out she was working for the local paper in the same town. Duane was a trumpet player from the big band era and a WWII Vet also. As a result of his history with both he landed a great job with The Marian Band the Presidents own thanks to President Kennedy campaigning in the town of Coquille, OR. I am not sure why the band was with him but they were. Dad was working for the local paper at the time and setting up shows for the town's people. The next thing we knew we were off to D.C. The job turned out to be exhausting with all the travel Dad would have to do to set up the schedule for the Band to play. He would have to travel from town to town by car to make sure everything was just right for The Marian Band's visit. But he did get to know all the band members at the time. We would spend many summer evening sitting and watching and listening to the band play in the band shell located along the tidal basin of the Potomac behind the Lincoln Memorial. With Marijane's photography and flying history both before and after Duane's job brought the family to the D.C. area she ended up getting her dream job which she loved. She became a cartographer working for Army Map Service Army Topcon [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Army_Map_Service. ] What a blessing it turned out to be. While there she got a chance to help in designing the map for the first Moon Landing. They would match the strips of photos came back from Rangers the unmanned rockets would send back. From the photos being laid out in such a way they would create the maps. She would bring home some of the photo's which were about 22x18 in sizes how exciting. They made great show and tell at school for Vicki, her daughter. Both the teachers and the fellow student enjoyed being able to look at them. Later she donated then to a Local College so future students could also be a part of the wonder of the moon. Vicki remember being glued to the rented TV watching the first shots into space then later the landing on the Moon. But everyone who had a TV got to see and be a part of the excitement some of the first shots like Glen and Sheppard or the fist Apollo Missions. Marijane would be so sad to think that her grandchildren and future great-great grandchildren won't get the chance to be inspired like our whole country was back in the 1960's.
Marijane inherited her dad love for the woods and horticulture. She had the greenest thumb you could ever see. She could revive just about any plant that was half dead. One year she had a pepper plant survivor for over two years and was still producing. I think she must have invented the balcony dish garden. Her balcony wasn't just table and lawn-chair it was a forest of plants. She could grow plant that normally shouldn't have grown there.
She had a great love for animals to the point she may have been the first pet whisperer. She could talk to them and I swear they understood whatever she said to them at the time. The last baby she had was a 25 lb Morris tabby type cat named Wally He wasn't a fat cat he was just big. Wally was a rescue from one of the local shelters who in the end was spoiled. One of the animals I must honor is the Dog Lucky she brought home with her when she got out of the service. Lucky was one of the early Army mascots. In the end Lucky was spoiled by Marijane's Mother Mildred who fell in love with him.
At the end of Marijane's life she got to enjoy all but two of her seven great grandchildren. The last two were born soon after Marijane went home to be with the Lord. I have a feeling He has her working with his heavenly flower garden. She is greatly missed by her family who can't wait to join her at the heaven's gate.
Marijane T. Lehr's Timeline
January 2, 1888
Neche, Pembina, ND, USA
February 28, 1893
Napoleon, Logan, ND, USA
February 28, 1893
- May 27, 1992
In 1893, I was born. I was a big disappointment to Henry as he wanted another boy. So he paid little attention to me. I wasn't as pretty as Clara either. My face was round with huge pop eyes. Sort of a mixed color and brown hair. I am Mildred. Then Henry met a neighbor that lived several miles away. A scotchman Alexander Campbell and his son Dougal who was about Henry’s age and they became very good friends that lasted all the rest of their lives. They had a very well established sheep ranch. And with their advice and encouragement Henry decided to go into sheep. This was not easy. There followed several years of heart break and discouragement. The first small herd became infected "scab" (mange) a disease that attacks sheep. Most of them died. But Henry learned that sheep had to be "dipped" in order to avoid the many diseases they were susceptible to. Then there were blizzards that took their toll of lost sheep and lambs. Wolves and coyotes added their menace. But Henry had courage and faith and eventually he had a fine herd of beautiful Mereno sheep! That gave them a fine source of wool at that time it was a good price and was shipped to Chicago to mills where it was made into blankets, clothes, etc.
In the meantime, the family is growing up. Maria was a wonderful mother. She succeeded in providing good meals for the family and in between made clothes on her treadle machine. We had fun too dispute all the set backs. The children would gather in the big kitchen and play games. In the evenings. We had a game board for crocono and checkers and a favorite game was dominoes. Also blind man’s bluff and hide the thimble. All those old games that you never hear of today' with the new electronic games on TV.
Clara and I were inseparable. I adored her and wanted to do everything she did. But the trouble was I could never do anything as well as she could. She had a spark of genius in her. There wasn't much she couldn't do and do it better than anyone else. I remember one of the boys brought home a horse that would do nothing but buck and threw all the boys including the hired men. But on the slight Clara got the horse out and saddled her and the next 'tie knew she 'l-1a5 riding the horse down the road. No bucking. This made the boys her brothers pretty angry. Maria would bake cookies and make popcorn balls for us. Yummy Were they good, with peanuts and raisins mixed in them. The older children finished their school in Napoleon and Henry sent Arthur and Herbert to Agricultural College in Fargo, N. D. And Iva went to a business college in Wahpeton, North Dakota. I am Mildred Mersdorf Trotter.
- June 1913
Eugene, Oregon, United States
The year book says " Mildred Mersdorf
Washington, United States
Erwin Trotter started out Logging in 1911. He took off time from working in the north woods while the United States was part of WWI. But he never stopped logging even during the war. While he was stationed in France he logged in their woods also upon returning at the end of the war and after he married Mildred in Portland, OR shortly after returning from France. He then returned to the woods IN THE Cascades that he loved soon. The crews would log as far north as Canada and in Washington, Oregon and I think some in Idaho. While he was in the Woods he worked in the Commissary store for a time and did scaling of the trees that the men had taken down. Scaling of the trees gives you lumber company an idea of how much wood they can get out of each tree. This would make it so Erwin would have to go where the trees were located. Many families like my grandparents and their children would leave in the camps. Both of Erwin and Mildred children Marijane and Kenneth were born during the time this time . My mother Marijane (Trotter) Lehr their oldest was born in such a camp near Centralia, Lewis, WA, USA. I am not sure where was born it might have been in Raymond. Fellow logging families would become your adopted family because you would see them daily. This is the case with my Grandfathers close buddy Roy Meade and his wife Edna. When his Granddaughter Vicki (me) was little he would tell her such great true stories of his life in the woods. One of my favorite was his bear stories. I am so glad he wrote some of them down so I can share them with his descendants. I remember walking through the woods with him where he would point out what this tree was out that plant. He enjoyed talking walks long after he retired. Then he would sit in his recliner in the evenings with his portable typewriter on his lap and type out his memories of days gone by. I am so glad hie did it's a great help tying up the loose ends of my grandparents life
June 5, 1917
- May 27, 1919
Enlisted, Vancouver, WA then sent to France near Paris
Erwin C Trotter in the U.S., World War I Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918
Color of Eyes/Hair:
WWI- During his time n the Army Erwin was sent to France he was mustered out 5/27/1919
PVT.23rd CO.,20th ENG
" My experience in World War I.
I spent eighteen months in France with the 23RD Company of the 20th Engineers. We put up a small sawmill in grove of white oaks about ninety miles southeast of Paris. I had enlisted from Bend, Oregon. The mess sergeant had gotten hold of me and made me a cook. We were in France 18 months and then the Armistice was signed.
And now comes a few words about my World War I service.
T’was in the fall of 1917 and I was living in Bend, Oregon. The call was going out for soldiers there was the draft also. I had had some experience in the woods so instead of waiting for the draft, I enlisted in the 20th Engineers. I went to Vancouver, Washington State first; from here I was shipped to Washington D.C..
Here the Mess sergeant of the 23rd Company got hold of me and made a cook out of me. We were stationed near Washington, D.C. about three weeks. Of course we were trained in military moves, mostly marching.
On January 4th1918 we lined up in Hoboken, New Jersey to take the boat. That day too, was cold. A cold wind was blowing on the River. Some of the boys had to be taken out of line; just were sick of, I don’t remember what.
The steamer we went on board was the 23,000 ton America. We had a convoy of ballet cruisers too. It was our luck, of the 20th Company to wait tables up on the upper third deck. This was after we had been at sea a day or two. The sea got real rough, dishes were sliding forth and back on the tables. Some of the Company got sea sick and had to go back below.
The ship was darkened and only small blue lights below decks were allowed. Some of the boys played cards by the lights. But I had bought a small solder’s French language textbook. This I worked on in my bunk.
If I remember correctly it took us 13 days to cross. This was partly due to zigzagging the boat. When we reached Brest on the French coast, there were no docking structures yet. So we were lightered to shore on barges. Our first barracks was an old Pontenesion Barracks.
In these quarters I found some little pewter soldiers. I don’t recall who I gave them to, but it was some kids.
From Brest we were loaded into French box cars. These cars were not equipped with toilets at all but they had handy side rails a person could get out on. The cars held forty soldiers or eight horses. They were what the boys called the 40 and eight.
Eventually we landed in a small town on a narrow gauge railroad. This was Marchenoir, where we were lucky enough to be camped for the duration in so far we were concerned. We put up a small saw-mill. In fact we had an auxiliary mill for just cutting railroad ties. The large mill cut bridge timbers and trench timbers too.
This little mill was powered by a traction engine, the like of which was used to thrash grain etc. It was a sight to behold though for the French people. Every Church holiday, yes every weekend people came to see the mill.
Our first kitchen at this mill site was only a big canvas fly. This soon became burned full of holes. Our mess sergeant put us to work cooking under the canvas. We had two shifts of a cook and two K.P.’s there was a spell of two weeks that all we could get for ration was tomatoes and rice.
All the oak tree tops had to be cut up into wood. This was loaded on railroad cars in Marchenoir.
I should relate that I cooked in the little railroad camp; we were very lucky, we were about a ¼ mile from the main camp. We were very lucky; we were at this location until the Armistice was signed. After the armistice was signed we were put to work repairing the roads which our heavy trucks had broken down.
At last on November 11 the armistice was signed and we were soon on our was again, we were sent however to a small town south of Bordeaux. This town was called Dax, We were not there too long and then we had a six mile march with full packs to Bordeau. I was pretty well pooped so when we got on board the Zeelandia I lay right down in my bunk. Next morning there was a heavy swell running and being quartered in the bow of the boat. I went up on deck and the first thing I knew I was feeding the fish. And, I didn't feel good all the way back to Newport News, VA.
Eventually we were entrained for Fort Lewis, Washington. I was discharged in June, at Fort Lewis, Washington State. I had been corresponding with Mildred Mersdorf while overseas. Anyways we were married in Portland, Oregon"
June 5, 1917
- January 31, 1919
Unorganized Territory of Fort Snelling, Hennepin County, Minnesota, United States
Getty, Henry Michael, Army number 953,625; registrant, (not given); born, Cadillac, Mich., June 23, 1893, of American; parents, occupation, mail carrier; enlisted at Minneapolis, Minn., on July 21, 1917; sent to Jefferson Barracks, MO.; served in Company K, 36th Infantry, to discharge. Grade:Private 1st Class Oct. 1,1917; Corporal, Jan 13, 1918; Sergeant, Aug. 3, 1918. Discharged at Camp Dodge, Iowa, on Jan. 31, 1919, as a Sergeant.
Name: Henry Michael Getty
Henry Getty in the U.S., Department of Veterans Affairs BIRLS Death File, 1850-2010
Henry Michael Getty in the U.S., Adjutant General Military Records, 1631-1976
September 27, 1920
Centralia, Lewis, WA, USA
Marijane was born on 9/27/1920 at 3:40 P.M. She weighed in at 8 lb 12 -3/4oz. and 16 1/2 inches