Harry Ellis Chamberlain was born in Spencer, Iowa on December 21, 1890. He was Harry and Mary’s fourth child. When little Harry Ellis arrived his brother “Lonnie” was 13, Myrtle almost 9 and Ernest 7. Harry’s “Mamma” was a wonderful mother who devoted her life to her family and home. His “Papa” was an attorney who provided the family with many of the good things in life. In a tribute to his father he wrote, “Dad spent many days and nights sitting with sick friends, a wonderful credit for his love for his friends”.¹

In 1893, a three year old girl in Spencer died of the dreaded black diphtheria, a disease particularly deadly to young children.² Harry’s compassionate father served his own family at that time when their two-year-old Harry contracted the disease. No one expected him to live through the night. His father threw his medicine away, stayed by his bed side, and nursed him back to health.

Harry had a wonderful happy childhood.  He lived across the river from town on a 55 acre farm. Their large farm house set in a grove of trees back from the main road between the country and town.  They had a big red barn, pigs, chickens, cows, horses, cats, dogs and many playmates for Harry lived in the neighborhood.¹

Surviving childhood

Harry survived his bout with diphtheria and many less serious childhood diseases. However, the normal activities of a boy on the farm provided many other experiences that placed his life in peril. He recalls a number of close calls.

When three-years-old, he wandered down to the creek that ran through their property and fell in. His large dog Ben snagged him by his clothes and pulled him out.

At about age six, he was pinned against the barn between the two sharp horns of a Jersey heifer. The horns were just long enough and far enough apart that he was not injured.

On another occasion when Harry was driving in the cows for milking, the neighbors big black Angus bull came through the fence after him. Again, his dog saved him. He slowed the bull until little Harry got under another a fence and hid in the wheat field.

One day Harry and two friends thought it would be fun to hold on to his horse’s tail as it jumped over a large mud hole between the lane and the pasture. Harry took hold of Daisy’s tail, one boy grasped on to Harry’s coat and the third boy to clung to him. With the hit of a stick the horse was off and running toward the lane. She got ready to jump, but instead blasted Harry with both feet knocking him down and out.

When the circus came through town Harry’s father as mayor got free passes. However, that was too easy. Harry and some of his friends joined the circus, carrying water or what ever they could do. They decided to practice some of the impressive stunts seen there.

Harry soon learned how to ride his horse while standing on her back. He took the horse down the drive way and out to the main road. There he rode while standing on her back. They then turned around and headed the other direction. He intended to continue riding on the road past the drive way. The horse, however, had a different idea. She took a sudden and unexpected turn into the driveway. This threw Harry off balance and he fell to the gravel road on his head. A bump on his head remained through out his life as a lasting reminder. 

The boys had a favorite tree in the pasture which they often climbed. One hot day when Harry and his friends were playing in the tree, the cows gathered under the tree for shade. A big red bull wandered directly under Harry’s limb. Harry lost his balance and fell out of the tree and on to the bull straddling his back.  Harry later wrote, “I don’t know which of us was more scared, but we soon parted company and I was soon back in the tree.“¹

The first horseless carriage to pass through Spencer

Harry remembers the first automobile to come to Spencer, Iowa. On the morning of August 2, 1899 a Winton Motor Carriage passed through town and attracted a good deal of attention. The owner, A. E. Armstrong from Fort Dodge, and another gentleman were on their way to the lakes.³

The roads were muddy at the time. However, Mr. Armstrong informed the spectators, who had gathered around, that he could easily travel at a pace between ten and twelve miles per hour through mud, sand, or when going over hills. On good roads, he claims, he travels well over twenty miles per hour.³

This “automobile” was manufactured in Cleveland, Ohio. “The motive power is a gasoline engine. The rig is fitted after the style of a bicycle with large pneumatic tires, ball bearings ect. It has a top and is roomy and comfortable.”⁴

Harry later described it as, “a little chugg chugg one seat. It looked something like an old buggy which had a handle to steer it with, but it was quite a vehicle then”.¹

The French Twins

I inherited my great-great grandfather Alonzo Chamberlain’s photo album and am trying to identify each photo. Most photos are labeled “papa”, “mama”, or “papa’s mama’s sister” etc. The charming photo shown here was simply labeled “The French Twins.”

My third great-grandfather, Spencer Chamberlain, married Millie French. Therefore, I thought it would be easy to find some twins in the French family. I looked for seven years and couldn’t find any twins.

Recently, while reviewing my 23andme DNA relatives, I found that Simon Arthur French married Elnora Idelia Warren. Elnora is a daughter of Amanda Chamberlain Warren and therefore Harry’s cousin.

Aaron French (left), born  July 4, 1819 is the girls paternal grandfather, the name of his twin brother is Beuthel French. The girls are Jennie and Jeanette French born January 19, 1896.⁵

Amanda Chamberlain Warren is the maternal grandmother of the twins, and they are therefore, second cousins to my father Ernest M. Chamberlain.

The Chamberlain’s love of good food

In Harry Chamberlain’s story, he often mentions his appreciation of good food. This trait is legendary in our Chamberlain line, inflicting many of us including the author. It is interesting how Harry often associates pleasant memories of others with food.

Aunt Amanda– Harry and his family used to take the team and surrey to his Uncle Will and Aunt Amanda Warren’s. They lived in Willow Creek eighteen miles from Spencer. They had a large farm and Uncle Will was always good to him. Harry liked to buckle the sword on which William Warren wore during the Civil War. “They did not have any better things to eat than we did at home, but how I remember the pancakes Aunt Amanda used to make”.

The Missionaries- Harry’s mother joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in May, 1899. She was the only member of the Church in the vicinity. His father did not join the Church, but enjoyed talking about the gospel with the elders.  Their discussions often lasted late into the night. In those days, the missionaries traveled without purse or script and enjoyed stopping at the Chamberlain home.

One Christmas Elder Heber Wild and Elder Jensen told Harry’s mother to just relax and they would fix the Christmas dinner for the family. Elder Jensen had been a chef for a lumbering company before his mission. They went out and found a 26 pound turkey. “This they roasted and fixed all the trimmings— and what a dinner! How I can remember this Christmas, because Elder Jensen put the drumstick of this big turkey on my plate.”

Harry’s father, the Mayor of Spencer, Iowa- Harry’s dad had a couple of acres on the bank of the little Sioux River. The river was high and formed a pond below a large rock on the bank. Harry noticed some ducks on the pond. He went home and got his horse and a shot gun. It did not enter his mind that it was not duck season. Nor did his mind grasp the fact that his father was the Mayor and he shouldn’t shoot ducks out of season!

He tied up his horse and stealthily crept toward the pond. The ducks were still there. He leveled the gun against the rock and waited for the perfect moment. The ducks gathered together and- Blam!!! Two fine ducks with one shot. He proudly brought them home tied to the horn of his saddle. “When Dad come home and saw the ducks he nearly had a fit! We lived through it and those ducks tasted just as good out of season as in”.

Grandpa Alonzo Chamberlain- One day when Harry was on the way home from school, Mr. Haleck, the shoemaker, gave him a big red apple to take home to his Grandpa. “Well, to a boy my age and that time of day when you are hungry that apple kept getting smaller and smaller until there was no apple”. When Mr. Haleck called on Grandpa to see how he liked that big apple, Grandpa was heard to say, “What apple? I didn’t get any apple! That damn boy ate it up!”

Apparently, Alonzo also had our famous Chamberlain trait. Harry described his grandfather as “six foot one inch tall, large stature, a brilliant mind, and a good appetite… For his last meal he ate 13 large pancakes and coffee.”¹

The funeral Harry’s grandfather Alonzo Chamberlain

Grandpa Alonzo Chamberlain stayed with the family of his son in Spencer after his wife died. He made wonderful gardens and was a great help to Harry’s dad and mother. In the last few years of his life Alonzo was totally blind, but he was always patient and kind. “When so young you do not appreciate what wonderful people our grandparents are”, Harry later wrote.¹

Alonzo Chamberlain died in Spencer, Iowa October 16, 1902. Reverend L. Barber conducted his funeral at the home of his son. The impressive service revealed what but a few knew about the old man.

As a young man, Alonzo was deeply impressed by the suffering of the black race. He believed that human slavery was our great national curse. And, like Abraham Lincoln he thought and said this nation could not live part slave and part free. He had the physical and moral courage to assert his convictions at a time when to do so, even in the north, would subject himself to insult an often imperil his life.⁶

He was not a classical scholar. However, few men were as versed in classical literature as he. He was an omniverous reader with a great ability to retain and assimilate what he read. Even shortly before his death he could  quote leading authors of all ages both poetry and prose.⁶

“Although brusque in manner and positive in speech, his qualities of candor, sincerity and correctness of purpose were always so evident that they made him hosts of enduring friends”.⁶

An evergreen stood on a lot in Riverside Cemetery in Spencer, Iowa. Alonzo planted that tree, and cared for it through the years until the loss of his sight made this work impossible.⁶

Lydia A. Blanchard Chamberlain

Alonzo’s second wife Lydia A. Blanchard Chamberlain did not move to Spencer, Iowa with Harry and Alonzo in 1871. She remained in Shirland, Illinois. She was living there in 1880,⁷ and apparently was still there late in her life when this photo was taken in Beloit, Wisconsin.

However, when she died on November 14, 1893 at age 68, she was buried in Riverside Cemetery in Spencer, Iowa.⁸ It is likely that Alonzo lived alternately in both locations until she died in 1893.

Harry’s brother Ernest Clarence Chamberlain

Harry Chamberlain, Sr. sold his 55 acre farm south of town in the fall of 1902. It sold for $110 per acre to Sam Youde of O’brien County. This was a record price for land in Clay County at that time.⁹ They moved to a house in Spencer on Third Street.

Harry missed the home on the farm and recalls the times he would go down to the river to trap muskrats and an occasional mink. He remembers his brother Ernest, seven years older than Harry, would make figure four box traps to catch rabbits.¹

When Ernest was in high school he became a proficient hypnotist. He had groups come over to the house where he would put on shows which were a lot of fun.

After high school, on November 26, 1901, Ernest left for Minneapolis, Minnesota to attend the Northwestern Conservatory of Music.¹⁰ He was a wonderful, clean, religious young man and became converted, and was united with the Free Baptist Church in Minneapolis in 1902.¹¹  Known for his musical ability and perfect pitch,¹² he sang in the church choir and in a male quartet.¹

After completing his course there, he came back to Iowa in April, 1903.¹³ However, he soon returned to Minneapolis where he was offered a job at a company in piano tuning and repair.¹

“I am a piano tuner”

One incident happened to Ernest while he was working as a piano tuner. This story gave his family a good laugh.

Ernest was walking in an elite part of Minneapolis to do a job. A young lady, who had seen him pass by her house several times before, hailed him to come in. He had his little  black tool case with him and he went into her palatial home. After being there a while, he asked the young lady, “Where is it?” (meaning the piano). She pulled up her dress and showed him a big boil. This startled and embarrassed Ernest, who was always quite shy. “Oh”, he said, “did you think I was a doctor?”¹

“Never… a sensation of deeper sorrow than on this occasion”

Ernest was on top of the world. Everyone who knew Ernest loved and respected him. He met a young woman named Ester Chapman and they planned to marry. They would return to Spencer for their wedding on September 14, 1904.  A success in his work, his company made him an offer to take charge of their piano house in the west.¹

The newspaper reported their marriage and hailed his achievement and good fortune:

“Yesterday eve., at 7:00 at the home of the grooms parents occurred the marriage of Ernest Chamberlain and Ester Chapman of Maryville, Missouri. Elder J. W. Ellis of Spirit Lake, an uncle of the groom, performed the ceremony. The groom is the second son of Mr. and Mrs. Harry Chamberlain and is one of Spencer’s best young men. Mr. and Mrs. Chamberlain will leave in a few days for Spokane, Washington, where the groom has secured a lucrative position in a large piano house”.¹⁴

However, tragedy struck on the evening of the wedding. He became seriously ill with a broken appendix. Ernest died one week later. Another newspaper reported the sad story:

Ernest C. Chamberlain was taken dangerously ill immediately after his marriage. A physician was called at once. Everything was done that could alleviate his suffering until 12:45 yesterday morning, (September 21). Never in the history of our city did the news that death had invaded one of our homes produce a sensation of deeper sorrow than on this occasion... 

There was that irresistible quality in his make up which drew people to him, always cheerful, always happy himself and with a smile and a kind word for all he met. A source of sunshine and gladness to a man’s heart. He was a graduate of Northwestern Conservatory of Music of Minneapolis, well equipped for the work of life, and was soon to move to Spokane with his young wife to enter an unusually promising career. Rarely a more promising future opens to the young. All the bright visions have been dissipated and gladness turned to mourning.¹⁵

A vision of the after life reported in the Spencer Herald

A large number of family and friends gathered and were with him that night. In their presence, he had a remarkable vision of the after life. The Spencer Herald reported the impressive experience:

Ernest was called home September 21st, at 12:45 am, at the early age of 20 years, 11 months and 19 days. But before death claimed him, he was able to give the young wife, parents and friends the assurance of a triumphant faith and life in God and left to grow brighter in their memory the beautiful vision and blessing which he received just before death.¹¹

This experience had a profound effect on young Harry Chamberlain who was 14 years old. He later recorded his memory of that night.

Before he passed away he had a vision of the other side. Papa, who was sitting on the bed holding his hands, said to him, ‘Ernest, don’t you want to live.’ Ernest said, ‘Papa, I wouldn’t want to live now if I could, everything is wonderful and beautiful.’ And just before he died he turned to Mamma, who was sitting at his head, and said, “Mamma, your religion is true.“

I was standing by Mother and when he said those important words it was like I had taken hold of an electric wire and the hair on my head seemed to stand on end and sizzle. Of all the relatives and those in the room, not even Dad who was sitting on the bed heard him say what he did, except Mother, myself and Myrtle, who was standing at the foot of the bed.¹  

It is hard to imagine the grief and disappointment felt by the family with the tragic loss of the husband of a new bride, and of their son and brother. Ernest had often told Harry that when he got into business he would have Harry join with him, “but this was not to be”.¹

The Chamberlain’s move to California

In October, 1904 a hunter near Spencer, Iowa shot and killed a strange bird unknown in that location. It was almost black with webbed feet and a hooked bill with a pouch under it. An investigation eventually identified it as a cormorant, a coastal bird which sometimes may nest in trees near fresh water lakes. Some of these birds had evidently drifted from there normal migration pattern. The hunter’s name was Harry Keese.¹⁶

In 1901, Harry Keese married Myrtle Mae Chamberlain. They had two daughters, Bonnie Beatrice Keese born August 15, 1902 and Bernice Gladys Keese born February 20, 1904 both were born in Spencer, Iowa. Bonnie and Bernice were, at the time, the only grandchildren of Harry and Mary Chamberlain.

In his “Life Story”, Harry Ellis Chamberlain introduced his brother-in-law as, “Harry (Hal) Keese whom I loved as a brother”¹

Hal Keese got a job in Visalia, California working at a newspaper. His wife Myrtle and their girls soon followed him. Harry and his mother also decided to go along. Harry Sr. thought it not wise to leave his law practice.

They moved to Visalia, CA in 1905 and rented a house on South Garden Street. The California winter surprised Harry as the trees had no leaves where he thought trees stayed green all year. One day at this location, Harry was sitting on the screen porch reading when he heard a thump. Upon investigation, he discovered a large caliber bullet, fired from a long distance, lodged in the railing in front of him.¹

They moved two more times to locations on Goshen Avenue. Harry enjoyed baseball, being in school plays and singing in a quartet while attending Tipton Lindsay Grammar School.

The next year Harry’s father came to California. He bought a ten acre ranch three miles from town. Charlie Kinkler, who lived across from their ranch, offered to save them the expense of moving. “We will take our flat box wagon and move you,” he said. That seemed fine and they loaded the wagon. They started off when a branch of a tree caught the glass of the dresser at the front of the wagon which tipped it into the mules. Away they went spilling things all along the road until they finally got them stopped. “Was Charlie’s father mad to think that happened to those mules.”¹

Natural disasters

Early on the morning of April 18, 1906, Harry was annoyed when he thought his brother-in-law Hal was shaking his bed. But, when he opened his eyes, there was no one was in the room. Harry’s dad was up early that morning and wondered what was making the water slop out of the ditches. They later learned there had been a major earth quake in San Francisco. In Visalia, it shook dishes off the wall but there was no major damage.

The 7.9 magnitude earthquake struck San Francisco, about 220 miles north-west of Visalia. At the time, San Francisco was the largest city in California with a population of 410,000. The earthquake destroyed bout 80% of the city and up to 3000 people perished. In 2019 it remains the worst natural disaster in California history.¹⁷

in Visalia in June 1906, just two months after the earth quake, the levee on the St. John River broke north of town. It flooded Visalia with up to two feet of water and severely damaged many of the orchards.¹⁸ The ten acres that Harry Chamberlain bought had choice fruit orchards.¹ The flood killed nearly all the trees on  the Chamberlain property.¹

Harry in the Giant Forest

Living in California was a happy time for Harry. There were lot of young people his age who would come over in the evening and play games. They also had a lot of fun picking fruit in the various orchards and also to make a little money.

Harry’s experience in milking and riding came in handy. The Lowerys had a home where they went during the summer, so they hired Harry to milk their cows. This was quite a chore because some of their thirteen cows had to be tied head and foot. However, they told him they got more milk and cream when he milked them than ever before.

The Lowerys had a herd of cattle on their ranch in the foothills. Each year they took this herd back to the to the high pastures near the Giant Forest. It took three days to make the trip. One year (about 1908), they invited Harry to bring his saddle horse and go with them. His father also went, but preferred to walk all the way rather than ride a horse.

The first night they camped at Big Meadow. They put the cattle into a corral. That night the animals got fussy. Lowery assured young Harry it was only because they sensed bears or mountain lions. Harry along with the others slept that frosty night on the ground under a canvass.

The next day they traveled through Redwood Canyon, “a most beautiful place”. They arrived and set up camp at Rowell Meadow. It was a beautiful moonlit night. As Harry was settling in for his second night of camping he raised up in his bed. The cattle saw that white canvass rise up in the moonlight and they were off and running, heading down the canyon. Both of the Lowerys jumped on their horses and headed them back. “I caused a commotion”, Harry later acknowledged.

They divided the cattle into several herds and placed them into different meadows and traveled between the various locations. One day, Harry and two others riding ahead, galloped into a little cove and caught a nest of rattlesnakes by surprise. “How they did rattle”. Harry said. Luckily, none of horses were bitten.¹

Some of the trails were very dangerous and they invited Harry along just to give him a good scare. One very narrow trail above Boulder Creek was just wide enough for one animal at a time. Several times some animal tried to crowd past and fell into the canyon to become food for the bears and other animals. Harry went along and didn’t think anything about it. They told his father he “was the damnedest kid they ever saw” because it didn’t scare him. Harry had explicit faith in his horse, and seeing them go, he thought he could too.¹

One day Harold Crismon and Harry took their rifles out for some target practice. That night as they were sitting around the camp fire his dad said, “Boy, you don’t know how close you got to your dad”. He then showed him a hole in the big hat he was wearing. He heard the bullet glance off a rock, and then went through his hat. They were more careful after that.

After two months in the forest, Harry wanted to go back to the valley where his girl was. So, one morning he strapped on his rifle, took a lunch, and was on his way. The ride was beautiful and when the sun set he rode by moonlight. He reached the foothill ranch at about nine that night. When he got home he learned that his girl had gone to the Giant Forest.¹

His two month trip into this beautiful redwood country full of huge trees, steep cliffs, bears, mountain lions and rattle snakes is one he would never forget.

President Joseph E. Robinson

In about 1908, Hal Keese moved from Visalia to Berkeley, California to work on the newspaper as a linotype operator. Harry’s father decided to sell his property and go back to Iowa. Harry’s mother decided to move to Berkeley with Myrtle and the grandchildren. This left Harry in a quandary of what he should do and where he should to go.

Mr. Burton, an elderly neighbor, wanted Harry to take care of his place for him. He promised him 80 acres of the land in California and a team of horses if he would stay until he was 21, about four years.  His father, understanding the complications that arise in families, advised him not to take the offer.

Harry took his father’s advice and decided to move with his mother to Berkeley. After being there for a while, the six members of the Keese/Chamberlain family moved to Oakland just across from the mission home for missionaries of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Harry’s mother joined that church in Spencer, Iowa in 1899. Finally, after eleven years, she lived near a branch of the church. For the first time, she could attend regular Sunday services. In 1910 there were less than 400,000 members of the The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, most of whom lived in Utah or Idaho. There were no stakes in California. The first stake in San Francisco (the third in California) would be organized in 1927. While living a this location Harry became acquainted with the missionaries including Joseph E. Robinson, President of the California mission.

On Sunday, April 17, 1910 President Robinson  wrote about a meeting with Harry and his family

“I dined with Harry and his family and visited Garlicks and Kings. Afterward met with the Elders and Harry and talked with the latter until 1:30 am.”¹⁹

Harry was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on April 29, 1910 at the Piedmont Baths in Oakland, California by Elder Andrew V. Nelson.¹

On April 30. 1910 he was confirmed by President Joseph E. Robinson who recorded the event in his journal:

“Today went to Oakland early where we had a fine Priesthood Meeting. Thirty Elders including myself present and some local brethren. We had a most enjoyable time. I confirmed Harry Ellis Chamberlain a member of the church.”¹⁹

To be continued….

24- My Grandmother Annie Ankarstrand Chamberlain told me her story was too sad to tell. However, learning about her life gave me greater love and appreciation for her and her Swedish immigrant mother and father.

25- Harry Chamberlain, Key Witness in Salt Lake Murder Trial

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References:

1- Life Story of Harry Ellis Chamberlain, recorded by Martin and Genene Chamberlain, October 1972. Unpublished.
2- The Spencer Hearld, May 10, 1893.
3- Spencer Clay County News, August 3, 1899
4- The Spencer Hearld, August 2, 1899
5- FamilySearch.org
6- Orleans County Monitor November 3, 1902, Clay County News, Obit- Alonzo Chamberlain,
7- 1880 U. S. census
8- www.findagrave.com, Lydia A. Chamberlain
9- Ottumwa Semi-Weekly Courier, October 21, 190210- Clay County News, Spencer, Iowa, April 22, 1901

11- The Herald, Spencer, Iowa. Sept, 1904. (Copy of this news clipping was sent to DDC from Mary Parsons of Spencer, Iowa)
12- Family tradition
13- Clay County News, Spencer, Iowa, April 23, 1903
14- Times Republican, Marshalltown, Iowa, September 17, 1904
15- Clay County News, Spencer, Iowa, September 22, 1904
16- Evening Times- Republican, Marshalltown, Iowa, October 29, 1904
17- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1906_San_Francisco_earthquake, (magnitude estimate, the Richter Scale was not developed until 1935)
18- Los Angeles Herald, June 15, 1906
19- Church History Digital Catalog, Joseph Edridge Robinson Papers, 1909-1910

After the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, Ernest M. Chamberlain was soon called to active duty. He was assigned to serve in the 41st Infantry Division Artillery. Unknown to any mortal, an incredible sequence of events was about to take place which would change his military assignment and the future course of his life and that of his family. Would Ernest become a “Jungleer” in the Pacific, or fight in the Battle of the Bulge?

On a peaceful Sunday morning, Ernest went to Priesthood meeting. His expectant wife, Fay, and his one year old son, Martin were home when news of the attack flashed over the radio. Ernest heard the news when he got home. He wrote in his journal:

Sunday December 7, 1941 “Like lightning from a clear sky Japan Declared war on the U.S. She struck Pearl Harbor Hawaii, Guam, and the Philippines while we were still trying to talk peace… This evening, all you hear on the radio is war.”¹

Ernest was a lieutenant in the U.S. Army reserve. From earlier news reports, he believed that war with Germany was inevitable.

Wednesday November 26, 1941 “Germans getting very near Moscow. Position most dangerous since 1812. Not so good. Looks more and more as though Hitler won’t stop till we stop him, and it may be better if we did it now while we have Russia to assist us.”¹

The U.S. was now at war and Ernest received his “red margin letter” on December 19. “Well the suspense of worrying about when and where is over” he wrote.¹

A peculiar chain of events began when Lt. Harlin offered Ernest a ride

Ernest was instructed to have a physical exam at Fort Douglas, Utah and then report for active duty at Fort Lewis Washington on December 29. Confirmation orders would follow. Ernest checked the Union Pacific train schedule but changed his plans when Lt. William P. Harlin, a fellow Army Reserve officer, called him and offered to give him a ride.

A doctor’s strange requirement

During his physical on Monday, December 23 his pulse rate was over 100. The doctor told him to return and have his pulse read twice a day for three days. He went back on Tuesday and Wednesday and again on Thursday. However, upon his arrival on Thursday, December 26 there was a different examining doctor.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“I am here to take my final pulse reading to see if I have passed my physical”, Ernest explained.

“Who was your doctor?” 

Ernest gave his reply and the doctor left the room. In a few minutes he returned with some unfortunate news. His previous doctor had been transferred and was no longer available. Also, his additional pulse readings could not be found.

By this time Ernest was about to explode. His “internal combustion chamber went into high gear” and his pulse rate soared. The doctor calmly asked, “Do you happen to remember what those pulse readings were?“²

All animosity disappeared as he grasped the clue, “Yes, I believe I do.” He then carefully reported the previous five tests as honestly as he could recall. The doctor took his pulse and said, “You pass. That really wasn’t an important deal anyway.”²

An error in his special orders

Bill Harlin had received his orders to report to Fort Lewis on or before December 31. He said he would wait for him if Ernest had his orders by the 30th. It was now December 26. To save time, Ernest offered to take his physical examination papers to headquarters himself. However, his offer was refused as they had to be sent by military carrier. “They should be there by tomorrow morning.”

The next morning, Friday December 27, Ernest went to the headquarters of the Third Military Area in Salt Lake City. His physical examination papers had not arrived. He explained the situation and his need to have his orders so he could leave by December 30th. They assured him of their cooperation and told him to call them on Monday December 29. On Monday his papers had arrived and they told him he could pick up his orders at 8 am the next morning, December 30th.

Ernest was there promptly at 8 am, but the orders were not ready. This was very upsetting, (to say it mildly). He restrained his desired comments.  Nevertheless, he reminded them as boldly as he dared that they had promised his orders would be ready at 8 am. Finally, they asked him to come back at noon. “I am waiting right here until I receive them!” came his reply.²

As Lt. Chamberlain waited, they prepared special orders for him. In their haste the clerk omitted an important part of the document. He failed to write in his assigned unit, the 41st Infantry Division Artillery. The error went unnoticed.²

Late arrival at Fort Lewis

They decided to leave early in the morning which would get them to Fort Lewis on time, (by midnight of December 31). Heart felt and painful goodbyes filled the evening.

It began to snow over night. They loaded their belongings and had their skis on top of the car with dreams of skiing on Mt. Rainier. Finally, they were on their way. The storm got worse as they headed north up Highway 89. At Bountiful, Utah they were involved in a sudden head on crash. Both vehicles were moving very slowly through the storm so no one was injured. However, Bill’s car was damaged and not likely able to make the trip. He drove to an auto repair shop and called his brother to take care of the situation. Bill and Ernest got a room at Hotel Utah. Bill’s brother was sworn to secrecy as they did not want to worry the families nor endure again the emotional goodbyes.²

They sent a telegram to the Commanding General, Fort Lewis, Washington explaining the situation. They would be on the next available train to Fort Lewis. Their train arrived at Tacoma, Washington the afternoon of Friday, January 2, 1942. The military transportation booth to the post had closed for the week-end, so they flagged down a captain of a tank unit. He took them to Fort Lewis where they reported their arrival about five minutes before closing. They were told to come back in the morning for processing.²

Saturday and no one around to correct the mistake

The next morning they reported to Major Garver, the Adjutant of the IX Corps. He read Bill’s orders and promptly assigned him to the 76th Field artillery Brigade of the IX Corps. Lt. Chamberlain’s orders simply read, “Report to the Commanding General Ft. Lewis, Washington.”

The major read Chamberlain’s orders and left the room for a long time. When he returned he explained the problem. He showed Ernest his orders. Unlike Bill’s orders, there was no unit assignment. Their late arrival time at Fort Lewis placed them in Major Garver’s office on Saturday when almost everyone had left the post for the week end. Therefore, after calling the offices of the 41st and the 76th, he was unable to locate anyone who knew Chamberlain’s assignment.²

“I have to assign you somewhere.” the Major said. “Your headquarters and reporting date is the same as Lt. Harlin. So, the best bet is to assign you to the same unit.” He assigned Lt. Chamberlain to the 76th Field Artillery Brigade, 183rd Regiment.²

“One big pain in the butt!”

The entire Pacific Coast was concerned about a possible attack by the Japanese.
The 183rd Regimental Headquarters was located at Camp Murray. They assigned Ernest to a firing battery, Battery E, at an isolated defense post near Grays Harbor on Puget Sound. About a week later they sent him on special assignment to Officer Training School and then to Post Guard Duty on the main post. Because of these assignments he was away from his regular unit from January 12 to March 11.³

When he returned to Regiment Headquarters a sergeant called him over and said, “Lieutenant Chamberlain, you have been one big pain in the butt!”

“How could I have been? I have been on special assignments.”³

The sergeant showed him a file which was an inch or two thick. “This,” he said, “is correspondence between the General of the 41st Infantry Division Artillery and the General of the 76th Field Artillery Brigade. Each is claiming that Lieutenant Ernest M. Chamberlain belongs to their organization!”  The 41st  was preparing to leave for the Pacific and the situation needed to be resolved by a higher authority. He then showed Ernest a telegram from the Pentagon. It stated that although Lt. Chamberlain was originally assigned to the 41st Infantry Division, he is currently with the 76th Field Artillery Brigade and there he will stay.³

The Sargent said, “Welcome to the 76th!”³

After Ernest learned he was in the 76th, instead of the 41st, he began to ponder the strange events that led up to the change in his assignment. He slowly began to realize that if any of the frustrating experiences of December and January had not occurred the assignment change would have not have happened.

Martin seemed to know what was happening but no one would listen

Martin, (Ernest and Fay’s 1 and 3/4 year old son) seemed to have some insights about the situation which were oblivious to his mother and grandmother. When Ernest arrived at Fort Lewis he wrote to Fay and told her his experience with the auto accident and ride on the train. In a letter of January 6, Fay wrote to Ernest about Martin:

“Martin was surly cute and understanding. He knew you had gone from us. All day the day you left he told everyone his Daddy had gone on the too-too. Now, every time we ask he says, “Daddy on too-too.” By the way, how did he know you had gone on the train? None of the rest of us knew until a couple of days later.”⁴

On January 16, Martin’s grandmother, Livonia Barney wrote:

Ernest dear you and Bill were surely blessed in your experience on the Highway. We will always be thankful for such a blessing granted you. It was strange, Martin insisted you had gone on the “toot-too” every minute and was very excited when we would say “Car with Bill”.⁵

The 41st Infantry Division

In February 1942, units of the 41st Infantry division began movements to deploy overseas. By May 1942 the entire 41st Infantry Division had arrived in Australia. It was the first American Division to go overseas after the attack on Pearl Harbor and it served overseas longer than any other division. It was the first division trained for jungle warfare. This division became known as “the Jungleers” and fought in more campaigns than any other division, mostly in New Guinea and the Southern Philippines. On December 31, 1945 at 2400 hours, the 41st Infantry Division was deactivated in Kure-Hiro Japan.⁶

The 951st Field Artillery Battalion

In 1943 the the 76th Field Artillery Brigade’s 183rd Regiment was reorganized. The First Battalion was named the 183rd, and the Second Battalion became the 951st Field Artillery Battalion. Ernest served in the in the 951st for the remainder of the war. The 951st landed on Utah Beach in Normandy on D-day + 6, fought in the Hurtgen Forest  campaign and in the Battle of the Bulge.⁷

Some old questions began to haunt him

When Ernest returned to his home in 1945, he put the war behind. He never spoke of the war nor his experiences. He placed his energy into establishing a career, serving in his church, building a home and raising a family.

Ernest and Fay had five children, three boys and two girls. Three of their children were born after the war, Deanna Fay, Lyle Brent, and Mary Ann. To them, their family was the most important accomplishment and purpose in life. To Latter-day Saints, families last through eternity.

After Ernest retired in 1976, he organized an Army reunion of those who fought with the 951st Field Artillery Battalion. These reunions brought back to his mind the military experiences that had laid dormant for years. Some old questions began to haunt him. He again began to ask, “Why?” “What difference would it have made if I had gone to the Pacific with the 41st?”

“Now you know!”

In March 1978 Ernest and Fay went to visit their son Lyle Brent Chamberlain who was stationed at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. During their visit, Lyle took them to visit the large Manila American Cemetery and Memorial. They spent considerable time at the beautiful memorial. 

Lyle drove them along a road in the cemetery where they viewed thousands of white crosses and stars of David, each marking an individual grave.

Suddenly, Ernest said, “Stop the car!”

“What’s wrong?” Lyle replied.

“I just have to get out of the car,” Ernest said, and he then began wandering through the rows of markers. He came to the place he felt he should go and looked down. The inscription on the unnamed cross before him simply read: “41st INFANTRY DIVISION – KNOWN ONLY TO GOD”.²

As he gazed at the marker, he began to tremble. He felt a clear voice say in his mind: “NOW YOU KNOW!“²

“Lean not unto thine own understanding”

As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Ernest believed that we all lived as spirits in the heavens before we came to live on earth. Even before the earth’s creation when “the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.” (Job 38:4-7). Like Jeremiah (Jeremiah 1:4-5), we may have a specific mission in life and we will be able to accomplish that mission by seeking the Lord’s guidance.

From that sacred moment in the Manila cemetery, Ernest wrote, “I knew… that I would have been killed in combat if the Lord had not intervened, and… there was a strong inward feeling that in the preexistence a promise pertaining to the family had been made.”³

“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.” (Prov. 3:5-6)

To be continued….

Chapter 29- Ernest and Fay Chamberlain During WWII, 1942

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Photo of Graduating Officers:

IX Army Corps, Officer Training School Graduation, Fort Lewis Washington, February 15, 1942.

First Row: 1- Lt. Kenneth Ames, 2- Lt. Gilbert Brittain, 3- Lt. Robert Burnham, 4- Lt. Manton Carl, 5- Lt. Ernest Chamberlain, 6- Lt. Elton Gray, 7- Lt. William Harlin Second Row: 8- Lt. Arthur Hedlund, 9- Lt. Niel C. Jackson, 10- Lt. Alfred Jacobsen, 11- Lt. George Keyse, 12- Lt. William Long, 13- Lt. James Mc Leod, 14- Lt. ??? Third Row: 15- Lt. James Moe, 16- Lt. Ferral Ogilire, 17- Lt. Glen Petersen, 18- Lt. Frank Quante, 19- Lt. Allen Scott, 20- Lt. Archie Selders, 21- Lt. John Shonsey Last Row: Lt. Norman Tanner, Lt. Wellington Webb

References:

1- Ernest M. Chamberlain, “Year Book”, hand written journal for 1941-1942.

2- Ernest M. Chamberlain, an unfinished autobiography.

3- Ernest M. Chamberlain, “Now you know”, My Constant Companion and Prayer, unpublished.

4- Fay Barney Chamberlain, personal letter to Ernest, January 6, 1942

5- Livonia Adams Barney, personal letter to Ernest, January 16, 1942

6- The 41st Infantry http://freepages.rootsweb.com/

7- Ernest M. Chamberlain, Battalion History, 951st Field Artillery Battalion

Published Jan. 4, 2019, Re-published on Dec. 7, 2019