Today is Veteran's Day, originally
called Armistice Day. This Veterans Day 2019 is the 100th anniversary of Armistice Day,
celebrating the cessation of fighting in World War I. Although the
armistice agreement had ended fighting on November 11, 1918, The
Treaty of Versailles was not signed until June 28, 1919, officially
ending the war between Germany and the Allied Powers. On November 11, 1919 the first Armistice Day was celebrated in England.
Almost five million American families
sent a relative to serve in the military during World War I, which
was known as the Great War until World War II. My mother's Uncle Jim
was one of those who served.
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| James Peter Gonzales (1886-1957) |
James Peter Gonzales
James Peter Gonzales was born July 5,
1886, the son of John Henry Gonzales (1856-1907) and Anna Hattaway
(1860-1943). (His mother's surname, as well as her father's, is
spelled many different ways in various records. She was my Great Greandmother and was always called Little Grandma.) Like both of his
parents he was born in Algiers, the part of New Orleans on the West
Bank of the Mississippi River.
His grandfather, John Gonzales
(1820-1884), was born in northern Spain and was a seaman in 1842 when
he came to New Orleans. His grandmother, Anne Farnan (1827-1910) was
born in Ireland.
On his mother's side his grandfather was Peter
Hardeway (1810-c1865), a ships carpenter from Copenhagen, Denmark,
who came to New Orleans sometime before 1850. His surname is
sometimes recorded as Hartway and Hartwig. James's maternal
grandmother was Bernardina Harmeyer (1829-1883) who came from
Alfhausen, Hanover, Germany in 1848. So he had a diverse heritage.
The first U. S. Census James shows up
in is 1900. His family is living at 716 Newton Street in Algiers, the
15th Ward of New Orleans. His family owns the house. His father is working as a day
laborer, probably on the waterfront. Algiers was the main ship
building and repair center for the area. James is 13 years old and at school. He has an older brother, Joseph,
age 17, and a younger sister Sarah, age 11, my grandmother. Their
grandmother, Anne Gonzales, is living with the family.
In 1910 the U. S. Census tells us that
James Gonzales was a carpenter in the railroad shop in Algiers,
living at 936 Vallette Street with his mother, two brothers and
grandmother. Living in the same house, probably the other half of a
shotgun double, were his sister Sarah and her husband John Begue with
their one year old son Robert.
In 1917 Uncle Jim registered for the
draft not long before his 31st birthday. His draft card
says he had black hair and brown eyes and was slightly deaf. He was
soon inducted into the Army. When we asked Uncle Jim what he did in
the war he said he took care of the mules. Grandma said he was
deafened by the cannons. Mules were used to pull the cannons so both
stories add up.
The 1920 census says that he and his
brother Joseph and mother Annie were still living on Vallette Street
and that he was working as a laborer for the levee board. Neither he
nor his brother ever married. Uncle Joe died before I was born, but
Uncle Jim and Little Grandma Gonzales were both still alive. After
Little Grandma died in 1943 he went to live with Uncle John and Aunt
Esther Begue.
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BEGUE FAMILY GROUP - 1952
Esther Begue, Warren Hertz Sr., Homer Bill Hamner, Florence and Charles Hutzler Sr, Marie and Gonzales Begue,
John Begue, Carmela Hamner, David Begue, Charlie Hutzler Jr., Johnny Hertz,
In chairs - Grandma Sarah Gonzales Begue and Uncle Jim Gnzales,
Warren Hertz Jr. |
My cousins and I remember Uncle Jim as
a skinny old man who was almost completely deaf. When he registered for the WW II draft in 1942, his description said he was 5' 6" tall and weighed 120 pounds and had brown eyes and gray hair. So he was a skinny old man as I remembered.
He lived around the
corner from us when I was little and often visited. When he left we
would ask him where he was going and he would say, with a twinkle in
his eye, that he was going down to the church to get some holy water.
We knew that he was going to the corner bar to have a beer. One of
the things I remember about him was that he always came around the
day after Thanksgiving and he always said, “I came to get the piece
that went over the fence last.” That meant the turkey tail, his
favorite.
Uncle Jim died June 10, 1957 of
bilateral bronco pneumonia due to pulmonary emphysema. He was buried
on January 12 at the McDonogh Cemetery. I remember going to his wake
and funeral.
There are not many people left who
remember Uncle Jim. That is why I wanted to commemorate his life and
service to his country in World War I. I have posted a shorter
version of this narrative on the World War I Centennial page in the
Stories of Service section.
