The Black Cats of Amherst
About this Research|
On June 6, 1917 in Amherst, Massachusetts, thirty-one men enlisted in the U.S. Army to drive ambulances in support of the French army. Most of them were Amherst College students but there were some recent graduates (including two young professors). Four others came from the towns of Amherst, Pelham, or elsewhere around New England. One of the Amherst College students was my grandfather, Hugh Hamilton, who kept a diary and saved letters and other items. The official name of the ambulance unit was the Section Sanitaire États-Unis 539 or simply SSU 539. Over time they became known as the Black Cats. After months of research, in May of 2018 I published a book on this topic. It is called The Black Cats of Amherst and is available through Lulu.com. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. Follow the @AmherstBlackCats twitter account for ongoing updates. See below for updates related to the book. A good overview of the Black Cats can be seen in this 45-minute presentation to the Amherst Historical Society.
Black Cat Updates
The Research Has Started
October 2017: I have been to the Amherst College archive on four occasions and have made one visit to the archive at UMass. I have lots to write about but in short here are a few of the interesting things I have come across so far:
November 2017: Several Black Cats kept diaries, at least two of which have survived: Hugh Hamilton's and Stoddard Lane's. Stoddard Lane was quite a bit older than the other Black Cats. A 1909 Amherst College graduate, he was working as a Congregational minister in Bogota, New Jersey prior to the war. He married in October of 1915 but his wife died about a year later. In June of 1916 he chose to enlist and join the Amherst ambulance unit at their training in Allentown, Pennsylvania. The quotes below come from his diary.
It looked to us very much as tho the armistice had not been signed. Peace looked small in the distance. Out we went to the G.B.D. on the road to Gavere. And waited. 12 cars in waiting. But there was no barrage; scarcely any wounded; lots of wondering + speculation. – Just what was happening? Very few guns to be heard. We went to bed still in ignorance (not the blissful kind), + had a good night's sleep in our ambulances.
November 11 came. Also a rude + early awakening to the effect that the armistice was real. I had heard that "news" so often that I rolled over + went to sleep. Didn't dare believe it. But it was so. At 10:30 we got the order, a never-to-be-forgotten one. It went like this:
11 Novembre 1914 – 5 Heures 43.
Marechal Foch a commandants en chef:
1e – Les hostilité's seront arrêtees sur tout le front à partir du onze November, onze heures (heure française)
2e – Les troupes allieés ne dépasseront pas jusqu'à nouvel order la ligne atteinte à cette date et à cette heure.
Signé: Marechal Foch
There it was in black + white. Those words meant that the war was over. Peace would come. The Frenchmen were wild with joy. Of course they were. Four long years + more, and now "La Guerre est finie!" Over and over they shouted that, as tho it sounded good to them. And it did have a good ring to it – no mistake.
And we Americans had to make some noise about the thing ourselves. We hadn't been four years at it, but we were in good condition to share their happiness. We did – and promptly at 11 our klaxons tooted lustily – and we shot up star-shells, no longer war material. The whole front as far as visible followed our example in this. All along the line, was a shower of star-shells, signal-rockets of all kinds. The celebrating was entirely unanimous. We ourselves liked to repeat the magic phrase "the war is over!"
But I for one couldn't grasp the situation. The thing that had happened was so big – so far- and deep-reaching. Here was something that would touch millions of lives in hundreds of corners of the world. And the destinies of nations – how this would change and give new direction to them. What transformations of national character and policy will happen – and what a brand new international program would be inaugurated. I just felt it was a "big" day; and I knew I wasn't taking in all of its bigness by any means. In the midst of all the joy of the day, I felt a bit subdued, and awed. Didn't feel like giving any college yells. And it seemed almost sacreligious to go on a party, such as the section celebration was. A noisy affair. It seemed more like a time for taking a long look ahead – very quietly – a time for nourishing great hope + faith.
(Note: The printed dates in his diary do not align to the actual dates. Also, he clearly must have meant to write 1918 as the date of the Marechal Foch order.)
Group Photo at Allentown
This photo of the Amherst ambulance unit was taken in Allentown, Pennsylvania during the training session at Camp Crane in the summer of 1917. Thanks to an annotated version of this photo in the Amherst College archive, the men can be identified as follows:
Fourth row (all standing): Gillies, Mitchell (?), Kelliher, A. Seamans, Hamilton, Donaher, Bailey, Shipman, Whipple, Stevens, McFeely
Third row: Lane, Allen (?), Steward
Second row: Rogers (?), Peckham, Haley (?), Shepard, Simpson, Hinch, Moore, (standing) Greene, C. Seamans, Widmayer, Evans
First row: Lyman, Miller, Putnam, Swartley (?), Smith, Lay, Burnett, Vielbig (?), Spaulding
Some things to note:
At the time this photo was taken, the unit was known as Section 39. They later became Section 539. At some time in the fall of 1917 they adopted the nickname 'Black Cats.' A black cat logo was painted on their Model T Ford ambulances in January of 1918.
Their First Christmas in France
The following is an abbreviated version of Stoddard Lane's article "Our First Franco-American Christmas: How the Great Holiday was Celebrated in 1917."
We'll have to admit that we weren't looking forward to Christmas, 1917, with any stupendous enthusiasm. Fact is, as far as possible, we weren't looking forward at all. Christmas Day came – with no raucous reveille to usher it in – white and clear and snappy, regular Christmas weather. It was just as cold as any other day; but nobody made any biting jests about turning on the steam heat. Everybody had secretly resolved to make it as much like a home Christmas as could be. The "Merry Christmases" sounded as real home made ones. Three men went out to get a Christmas tree with instructions to get it but not to get caught. Then we hurried to church.
It was not at all an ordinary sort of church. It was a front room, once a parlor, and now the living-quarters of a French lieutenant of artillery. On the table in one corner was a Christmas tree. The candles on the tree were lighted and in their altar-like glow our Christmas service began. The invocation, in French, was offered by a stretcher-bearer, a Protestant minister before the war. Then we all sang together "Silent Night, Holy Night," one-half of the congregation using the French words and the other half singing in English. The difference in language did not prevent a real unison. The Christmas story was read in French, then in English. The Frenchmen sang "O come all ye faithful"; and the Americans sang "O little town of Bethlehem." Together – they in French and we in English – sang, "Hark, the herald angels sing." The French ex-minister took as the text of his sermon, "Behold, the Morning Star." Even those of us who knew little French could catch the enthusiasm of his prophetic vision – Christ as the Star of Hope and promise for a darkened world. The American ex-minister, a member of our own outfit, spoke about the Spirit of Christmas and the spirit of internationalism – how the Christmas spirit had brought together a small bit of France and America in that service on that day – and how some time it would bring together the nations of the world in the fellowship of mutual service for all days. The singing by all of "Nearer, my God, to Thee" closed the service. No man of us will soon forget that service.
The Christmas dinner came next. I mention only the outstanding features: goose, four fine fat roasted geese, well-browned, you know, product of a most excellent French farmyard; salad, too, with mayonnaise from the hands of a real French chef; all sorts of good things, pie, peaches from California. After enjoying this repast to the full, literally, the Christmas Tree (origin not yet disclosed) was unveiled. It glittered and glistened just as a good Christmas Tree ought to. Even in France you can't have a Tree without a Santa Claus. And he was there, the same jolly old chap, though in a soldier's uniform. And within his reach a riotous heap of presents. They were not expensive (a half-franc limit had been imposed) nor were they strictly utilitarian. But they were mirth-provoking – something for everybody, something apropos of his particular foibles or eccentricities. [For example, the] writer was decorated with a tin "Croix de Guerre" suggesting perhaps that it is the only kind he is likely to get.
A musical program followed – vocal selections provided by ourselves for ourselves, heartily if not always harmoniously. Some of us had been brought up on the tradition that no Christmas is quite complete without Dickens' "Christmas Carol." We had searched everywhere for a copy – couldn't find one. The curé, though, was discovered to have a French translation. One of our scholars was set to work to translate it back into English; and he did it well. We just had to have it. With all the shortcomings of the day it was good to know that we had kept the Scrooge-spirit out of it. And as we said good-night to go to those icy barracks, we felt that, in spite of everything, it had been a good Christmas. And although we didn't say it we felt like saying with Tiny Tim, "God bless us – every one."
Lt. John Bocock
The man in charge of the Black Cats during their time abroad was an Army lieutenant named John Bocock. A 1910 University of Georgia grad (and the son of a well-known professor), Bocock taught elementary school and played semi-pro baseball in Georgia while saving up to go to law school. He got his law degree from the University of Virginia in 1915. He enlisted in 1916 and joined the Black Cats not long after they landed in France.
Bocock presents a stark description of ambulance work in the account he wrote for the unit history:
"One might think ambulance work, at best, to be a funeral sort of work, but that is not true. It was rather a work of reconstruction, this snatching of the wrecks of the war from the very jaws of its hell, and carrying them as speedily as possible to a safe place where they might be made whole. We could take our light Fords very close to the line, and we always went along with the infantry; sometimes as far as regimental headquarters, and sometimes beyond. It got to be rather impersonal work, too, though one never got so accustomed to it that the groans were not a continual wear on the nerves. If a man died in the car, the driver did not brood over it; death was one of the ordinary incidents of the work; it might come to any of us at any moment. A broken spring was a serious matter. It meant the impairment of the service; it might mean that the wounded would have to wait, and this must not be. We did no medical work. Our problem was simply one of transportation. We risked our lives, and many men of the Service gave their lives, in the effort to save others. It was sometimes terribly hard, but it was never a gloomy task."
Lt. John H. Bocock (from "Being the Book of S.S.U. 539 United States Army Ambulance Service with the French Army")
Another Camp Crane Group Photo
Hugh Hamilton kept this photo in an album after the war. It appears to be a shot of Section 39 taken in the summer of 1917 at Camp Crane in Allentown. (Note: The unit wasn't called SSU 539 until later on.) There are forty-two men in this photograph. Forty-six Section 39 men sailed to France on the San Jacinto in August.
A Series of Remarkable War Drawings
My grandfather, Hugh Hamilton, kept letters, postcards, and other items related to his time in France during World War I. Among his correspondence with some newfound French friends are these four unsigned drawings. They are marvelous. The attention to detail is fantastic. The battle scene drawings have a compelling sense of motion and action. They are remarkable documents. They remind me of the Battle of the Little Bighorn drawings by Red Horse, the Minneconjou Lakota Sioux warrior.
Three of the drawings are numbered (3, 4, and 5) and based on that it appears that a few of the series are missing. They are drawn ink on lined paper that is now a light brown. Bright colors have been added with what looks like colored pencil. Soldiers of many countries (France, Russia, England, and Germany) are depicted, as well as men from different military units. Notably missing are American soldiers (or ambulance drivers for that matter). One theory about the artist is that it could be Roland Le Brun, a French orphan 'adopted' by my grandfather's ambulance unit, the Amherst Black Cats, at some point in their journeys around the Champagne region.
Here they are with brief descriptions:
This unnumbered drawing shows seven soldiers in a trench that is under heavy artillery fire. An officer (presumably French) with a pistol threatens a prisoner in bright yellow as life goes on for the other soldiers who are observing or eating or firing a weapon. Artillery shells fly and explode nearby. A rip in the paper is repaired by tape.
Identified with the number three and with the text "en champagne: Russes et Français attaque les position allemande (suite dans F.S.)" in the upper left hand corner, this hillside battle scene contains dozens of soldiers advancing and shooting at each other while others are blown up or surrender.
Numbered "4" and titled "Armée Anglaise," this drawing includes nine figures, one disembodied head, and a flag. The five figures in the top row all face right (two are smoking and the grenadier holds what appears to be a lit bomb). Three of the four men in the second row face left while the interpreter faces forward boldly, smoking his pipe. Each figure has a description underneath. Here, to the best of my ability in deciphering what is written, are those words:
Numbered "5" and titled "Armée Français," this drawing includes six figures in profile. Most face to the right but one faces left:
If anyone can help with the following questions about these drawings, it would be greatly appreciated:
A Cover Design for The Black Cats of Amherst
I am very excited to announce that artist Dorothy Simpson Krause (the same artist who did the artwork for the cover of "The Writing 69th") has completed the artwork for the cover of my upcoming book, The Black Cats of Amherst. For more on Dot Krause please visit her web site or like her Facebook page.
My writing continues and I am close to completing a first draft. The target date for publication is May. I intend to publish this book through my publishing company, Green Harbor Publications, and offer it for sale (as I did with "The Writing 69th" as an on-demand printed book through Lulu.com.
I would also like to announce that I will be on a panel called "Amherst at War" during Amherst College's reunion festivities this Memorial Day weekend.
Black Cat Theater
The Black Cats enjoyed putting on plays. In April of 1918 their production was called "The Nut's Revenge" or "Who Poisoned the Ice Cream?" Here is how Stoddard Lane recalls it:
By way of diversion + something different S.S.U. 539 becomes histrionic + puts on a dramatic masterpiece. The child of Roger's brain. Composed April 9 – produced April 10. Title: "The Nut's Revenge" or "Who Poisoned the Ice Cream?" A tragic tragedy + comic comedy – all in one. First scene in Bill's Drug Store, Amherst. Boys of R.O.T.C. singing etc. very college. Dean Burns after Amelia Philips (the beautiful Peckham) Brown (with German sympathies) also in the race. Dean drinks Pigeon's milk + acts the fool successfully (Vielbig). Next the Infirmary + diarrhea – litter drill + charming nurse (Stevens). Poison. Prof. Lancaster (Clarke) as bomb-expert.
Last: The poisoner discovered – Dean. Fine acting by nuts: Whipple + Hinch. S.L. = over-military, Captain Burnett, with the Loot's trick hat.
503 + 312 invited. Crowded house. Loud applause. Large success.
And that is War!
Howell Shepard kept a cast listing (see below). Photographs of the two cross-dressing actors (Stockham Peckham as Amelia Philips and Rufus Stevens as Nurse Violetina Rose) were published in the Black Cat's unit history.
Notes: The Black Cats shared lodging and a mess with SSU 503 in April and May 1918. Section 312 was a military transport unit that was part of the Quartermaster's Corps.
After the Good Fridays Come the Easters
Easter fell on March 31st in 1918. Black Cat Stoddard Lane was scheduled to preach at the afternoon service to a congregation of ambulance drivers. Here's what he wrote in his diary:
What to say? Is there anything Eastery in the present. No – but there will be in the future. Speak on "After the Good Fridays come the Easters." Today is a prolonged G.F. [Good Friday] – death + suffering. But the Easter of tomorrow with its world = [its] resurrection will come. A Big Faith for a Big Cause indeed. – We often get tangled up in trifling things. We forget the bigness of the war. We think of it in terms of ourselves. We think + live in the present = the present is big, the future is small. All our own present discomforts + difficulties are magnified. The War is bigger than we – the Future is bigger than the Present.
Later in the war Lane described the desolation as the unit moved into Belgium to a town called Langemarck:
Langemarck used to be a town of 7-8000 population. Now it isn't a town at all. I know, because I looked for it in the A.M. and it wasn't there. Mud-holes, shell-holes – wet and water were there, but the town wasn't. Absolutely not a thing. Somebody said that a pile of debris 10 ft high used to be the church. And right by the car was a mutilated pill-box. As for other signs of humanity or any other kind of life – it simply wasn't there. Even a sparrow or a sumach-bush would have been welcome. Not a house – not a tree – not a bush. Only a flat, desolate, dreary, empty waste of nothingness. A place fashioned for the damned – a dwelling-place of hopelessness and lifelessness. Four years of war made it so; it was the old No Man's Land – well-manned too – an inhuman spot, with the life shelled out of it and death shelled in. If anybody thinks of war only in terms of glory, let him be handed a ticket to this spot. Rather good thing to keep it as it is after the war, in case anybody forgets what war really is. It's a place that would strike terror into any soul. Dante should have seen it. It shames the lowest hell of his imagination.
And of the Armistice Stoddard Lane wrote:
The thing that had happened was so big – so far – and deep-reaching. Here was something that would touch millions of lives in hundreds of corners of the world. And the destinies of nations – how this would change and give new direction to them. What transformations of national character and policy will happen – and what a brand new international program would be inaugurated. I just felt it was a "big" day; and I knew I wasn't taking in all of its bigness by any means. In the midst of all the joy of the day, I felt a bit subdued, and awed. …it seemed almost sacreligious to go on a party, such as the section celebration was. A noisy affair. It seemed more like a time for taking a long look ahead – very quietly – a time for nourishing great hope + faith.
These are sobering thoughts, coming from a minister in time of war. Yet his message of hope and faith is inspiring, even when that hope is sometimes misplaced. We all know that in two decades after Stoddard Lane wrote these words the world would be fighting another massive war again. And despite this there is still hope, even in the darkest hour. If a man like Stoddard Lane, who lost his wife at a young age and who saw the evils of war, if he could keep hoping, then we all can hope. That is the lesson to take from his words: "After the Good Fridays come the Easters." There is always hope.
The Black Cat Banner Restoration Project
I mentioned a few months back that when I first saw the Black Cat's banner it was in such delicate condition that the archive personnel did not want to remove it from the box. I could only take a picture of it all folded up. Since then, the banner has been assessed by a textile conservation company. They provided the pictures you see here of the front and back of the banner. This is the first time the full banner has been seen by human eyes in decades.
The front of the banner (or more accurately a guidon or military pendant) has the SSU 539 unit designation and the Black Cat logo embroidered beneath an American flag. A Croix de Guerre medal is depicted in the center.
The back of the SSU 539 ambulance unit banner has a French flag as well as the names of the three major engagements that the Black Cats participated in with the French 5th Division Infantry in 1918.
Work is underway to raise funds for the restoration of this historic item. If you would like to contribute to that effort, please contact me and I will send you details.
The French Lieutenant: Lucas
Lt. René Lucas was the most beloved and respected of the French personnel assigned to serve with the Black Cats. Lucas served with the unit from its early days in France until December of 1918. He appears in many of the photographs in the unit history and was well known for his violin playing. He kept in touch after the war and invited at least one of the Black Cats to attend his daughter's wedding. We've made some attempts to locate his descendants, but so far without any success. We know the following details about Lt. Lucas:
Lt. Lucas (left) with Marechal Baudrier (right)
Amherst in War
In May I was part of a panel called 'Amherst in War' at Amherst College's alumni reunion. Joining me on the panel were Bob Brock, Amherst class of 1968 and a Vietnam war veteran, and Paul Rieckhoff, Amherst class of 1998 and a veteran of the Iraq war (Rieckhoff founded Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America, IAVA). The panel was moderated by Katharine Whittemore, Senior Writer for the college. Here is a link to the PDF of my talk. There is also a video of the entire panel discussion
Speaking Engagements & Interviews
Since publishing my book, The Black Cats of Amherst, I have presented on a panel and been interviewed on the radio. Both of these have been recorded (see links below). Also, I have spoken at a number of upcoming events. Here is a quick summary of those activities:
The author with Black Cat descendant Patti Smith prior to their radio interview on WATD
Let's Hear It for the National Archives!
In the spring of 1917, my grandfather, then an Amherst College freshman, wrote a letter to Robert Lansing, the U.S. Secretary of State and an Amherst College graduate (class of 1886). I knew about the letter because Lansing's response was among the many items my grandfather left behind after he died in 1988. It occurred to me one day that my grandfather's letter to Lansing, which he had not saved a copy of, was probably somewhere in an archive. I learned that Lansing had donated his papers to Princeton University but soon discovered that these did not cover the time period when my grandfather had sent his letter. All signs pointed to the likelihood that the letter was among Lansing documents in the National Archives.
Many years earlier, I had corresponded with a number of different archives as part of the research for my book, 'The Writing 69th.' These efforts began in the early days of e-mail so I mostly wrote letters. The standing joke between my wife and I, because this research centered on the death of New York Times reporter Robert Post, was that whenever a letter arrived in our mailbox, we'd announce that the 'Post' man had arrived. In those days when I wrote to an archive, it was not unusual to be told that my request would take six months or more to be addressed. Once when I sent a follow-up letter to ask about my request I was told that sending such questions only slowed the pace I could expect of a response. In other words, shut up and wait. It was with this level of expectation that I considered my next step regarding my grandfather's letter. Then, early one Saturday morning, I was poking around the National Archives web site and saw that I could submit an electronic request. Here is what I wrote:
[Question]: I have in my possession a May letter 1917 letter written by Secretary of State Robert Lansing to my grandfather, Hugh L. Hamilton, who was a freshman at Amherst College at the time. Lansing's letter responds to my grandfather's question about whether he should join the army. Lansing's response is yes, he should, and it's eloquently written. My question for you is whether my grandfather's letter to Lansing is in your Lansing archive (reference http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.mss/eadmss.ms010227). Lansing's response is dated May 16, 1917. My grandfather's letter would have been received a few days earlier.
So, I sat back and optimistically I figured that I might hear back in a few weeks. Imagine my delight when at 10:38 that same Saturday morning I received this response from Patrick Kerwin, Manuscript Reference Librarian at the National Archives:
I've attached a scan of the letter your grandfather, Hugh L. Hamilton, wrote to Robert Lansing on 11 May 1917. The original is located in container 27 of the Robert Lansing Papers http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.mss/eadmss.ms010227.3. Please do not hesitate to contact me if I can be of further assistance.
Now it's true that I was well-prepared and I had explored other options before submitting my question, but to get a response within a couple of hours, on a Saturday no less, was extraordinary. Even now, a couple of years later, I am still in awe.
When I completed The Black Cats of Amherst, I gathered some items together, including the Robert Lansing letter, and donated them to the Amherst College archive (whose staff, by the way, has been monumentally helpful as well). I suppose I could have given the Lansing letter to the National Archives, but of course they already had Lansing's own copy (plus the original of my grandfather's letter). I do feel, however, that I owe them a large debt of gratitude, so in closing I would like to thank the National Archives for their amazing speed and helpfulness. I think it is also a testament to the advances that have been made by libraries and archives over the past twenty years in digitizing their collections and becoming more savvy electronically. Keep up the good work!
King Albert Enters Brussels
In November of 2018, Thanksgiving falls on the 22nd. Exactly 100 years earlier, King Albert returned to Brussels, leading a large allied contingent. It was a moment for thanksgiving, indeed. Below is Black Cat Stoddard Lane's extensive account of this event:
Friday, November 22, 1918: King Albert enters Brussels. So do we. Not synchronously, tho He beat us to it making his triumphal entry with large body of Allied troops, including two companies from the 148th Rgt, 37th div. American, who were said to have created quite an impression – Also some of the 74th, 5th Div. French. – We drove up before the imposing Bourse (with national Motto emblazoned on it "In Union there is Strength") squared away to the right and wound up in front of the American "Y". Others apparently had located this spot, for it was congested with allied soldiers, largely "Tommies". Returned prisoners were having chocolate doled out to them in tin cans. They looked as tho they needed nourishment – a forlorn, ragged bunch, clothed in raiment of many colors, and mixture of uniforms of every nation under the sun. Many were Britishers, clad in their black prisoner uniform. Some wore Boche hats, civilian pants etc. Some had stories of great hardship to tell – draughtsmen (in lieu of horses) from Lille to Brussels – nothing but cabbage-soup and black bread to eat. Some had been turned loose to find their own way to Brussels – they woke up to find their guards gone. Others claimed that they fared as well as the German civilians – none too well. We did not find any who were enamored of the life of a prisoner. Perfectly willing to be on the way home.
We wandered up into the Place of the Hotel de Ville – Gothic thruout, and a very picturesque square it was. And crowded – one solid mass of human beings. How long they had been waiting I can't say, but they were expecting the king. Then with jingling banners, representing various guilds, stood about the entrance. The gendarmerie in the best clothes were there in force. We decided to wait, with eye peeled on the crimson bedecked canopy over the door of the Hotel de Ville. Every now + then the crowd moved + we moved with it. Every so often someone would faint + have to be got out. Have never felt as helpless – power to move of one's own free will was gone.
At last he came. And the crowd cheered itself hoarse – and the band struck up the National air ending "Vive son Rois" – we're cheering, right hearty, too. No counterdemonstration as had been predicted. Just one long roar of welcome. The king looked very dignified and worn. He received the plaudits in a simple way, as tho he respected the crowd. No theatrical stuff at all. He looks like a real man. The prince and princess where with him.
The crowd dissolved, but it did not stop cheering and singing. It took to parading and dancing. It snake-danced, and ring-around-a-rosied – and did everything it could think of to express joy. All this in the main boulevard. Anybody could start a procession and it gathered recruits as it went along.
Bobie + I got gathered – grabbed by the arm + neck + hustled along whether or no. A most unconventional throng – and decent, too. No rough stuff. Everybody was happy – wanted to show everybody else that he was. I say everybody – "the best families", old people that should have known better, middle-aged ladies, ancient gentlemen – all were there, and acting externally undignifiedly and youngly. The procession that nabbed us stopped in front of a hotel where an English officer in the balcony was making a speech with [illegible] gestures, and punctuated with kisses for the lady next to him. The crowd applauded. ['Bobie' is probably Black Cat Robert Stewart.]
Allied soldiers were centers of gathering. Scots (and there were some huge chaps) seemed favorites – always clustered about. Americans (only a few of us) came in for our share. Folks stopped to talk with us – to thanks us – to bid us welcome. Almost everyone smiled, and cried "Vive l'Amerique" to us. No introductions necessary. Numerous offers of hospitality. One young couple saw us looking sort of lost. (We were searching for the cathedral) and insisted on establishing themselves as our guides. We saw the cathedral (nothing remarkable by night). The royal palace + gardens (Boches did not use the palace – American Relief + Belgium Red Cross – the wing was now reserved for [illegible] of the war by the queen's request), and the huge Palace of Justice, very impressive by night. We also saw the Kaiser's effigy, hanged.
Of course the café's were crowded, as well as the streets. And it was a treat to see streets lit up – and shop-windows attractively full and decorated. Flags of all nations everywhere. – We got another viewpoint from a young cynic (Belgian) who told us that it was just an ordinary fête – people rejoicing not because of peace but because they hadn't had a chance for so long. Brussels, he said, gave the Boches the cold shoulder for the first few months – after that it took them into its society, etc. We wonder just how loyal Brussels really was. Its appearance did not manifest any suffering – a well dressed town, apparently well-fed. It did not remind me a bit of war. But of course we only saw the surface – and we did not see the poorer element. That's where the shoe pinched. Prices had dropped, but were still sky-high. During the occupation they had been like this: Frs 450 for 100 kilos of potatoes. One cup of chocolate allowed every six weeks. One cake of soap per family per month. Sugar not so scarce in Brussels, but scarce enough – 25-30 frs a kilo. Candy was one franc for one chocolate cream – 20 frs for a cake of Peter's.
Brussels seemed more like Paris than any city we have seen. Of course it is a small edition but a de luxe one. It goes down as an unforgettable place – full of people + spontaneous joy + lights + trolley cars – a regular city in full swing. We were sorry to have the recollection marred by the story of the next day. A woman who was supposed to be unfaithful to her husband in favor of the Boches, was set up on the Bourse steps, stripped by the crowd + chastised by bats and other missiles. A coarse mob "justice" for which there was no excuse. – Must confess that we left Brussels wondering whether the story of Belgium's plight had not been exaggerated. We only wondered – don't know enough to state.
Marshfield Mariner article and interview
The Marshfield Mariner recently published an article entitled "Marshfield author tells the WWI story of the Black Cats of Amherst." In addition to the newsprint and web versions of the article there is also a ten-minute interview with the author. The article highlights Jim Hamilton's research and also his connection with fellow Marshfield resident, Pat Smith, who is the granddaughter of Black Cat Elton Seamans. (Below: Smith and Hamilton at a recent event at Ventress Memorial Library in Marshfield)
A memorable quote from 100 years ago from Stoddard Lane's diary:
"Xmas 1918 was not so difficult as Xmas 1917. The war is over, you know. That made a difference. Besides, the day was so busy with events that homesickness was crowded out. We wouldn't let it in. No time for moping – None for feeling sorry for one's self. Besides Christmas 1919 will in all probability be a home Xmas. 'Tis a cheering thought.
"And one couldn't help remembering that this Xmas was probably the best Xmas that the world has ever seen. A time when even the sorrow-stricken could try to lay aside private grief and rejoice with the general rejoicing. 'Peace on Earth' – at last. May it be a lasting one – forever. Surely Christ ought to be honored this year as never before – for we know better now what Peace and Goodwill mean, what their value is. Surely Christ and the Kingdom ought to have a better chance in the world, now. Surely the League of Nations will give an opening.
"Or are we going to slip back into the old way of nationalism + materialism? It is surprising how little grasp of the international idea many of the Frenchmen have. They don't seem to get it. They think + talk in terms of France. Perhaps we are just as one-minded – many of us, with our silly prejudices against "Frogs" and Belgians. Faith often falters.
"Has the war with all its lessons taught us that of international cooperation. Are we ready for the family of nations? It is a bit difficult to think of British + French in the same household – or even ourselves + British. Yet we must have this gathering together of nations, unless we want the ghastly tragedy of 1914-1918 over again."
Conservation of the Black Cat's Banner
I had the good fortune recently to visit Museum Textile Services (MTS) in Andover, Massachusetts. MTS is where the Black Cat's banner is being worked on. In 2018, funds were raised by alumni and the college to support this effort and now the conservation project is fully underway. The banner is being cleaned and stabilized so that it may be put on display. Along with the banner are several ribbons, a fourragère, and a Croix de Guerre with two palms. For reasons that I will explain below I believe that this is the Croix de Guerre that was awarded to the unit.
One part of the repair work on a silk banner of this type is similar in a sense to putting together a jigsaw puzzle. The larger pieces of delaminated silk are being carefully replaced into the open gaps. The entire banner will be sandwiched between a fine netting to support the deteriorated silk.
In addition to the actual Croix de Guerre there is an embroidered Croix de Guerre on the front of the banner (see below).
The fourragère is now a faded olive green and a lackluster crimson red, but the old colors can still be seen in areas not exposed to sunlight, and frankly, they are psychedelic (see below).
Long ribbons accompany the banner. Their colors suggest that they represent the national colors of France and Belgium.
Three leather straps were used to attach the banner to a pole. Based on the condition of the banner, MTS believes that it was not exposed to combat conditions and likely was displayed indoors on the pole at an angle. This suggests that the banner was made after the unit returned to the United States.
A Croix de Guerre ribbon had been threaded through the fourragère and arranged in some fashion. That ribbon had fallen to pieces but has been put back into one piece. MTS is hoping to learn if this was a typical arrangement and, if so, will arrange the repaired ribbon to match the historical pattern. (Below to the left the Croix de Guerre and fourragère are shown prior to conservation. To the right is how the Croix de Guerre looks now after conservation work.)
The two palms on the Croix de Guerre indicate that the recipient had been cited two times in French dispatches at the army level. I don't think that any individual Black Cat was cited in this fashion, and so I believe that this Croix de Guerre must be the one that was awarded to the unit.
When the banner is stabilized and the conservation work is finished it will be placed in a frame that fully displays the front side of the banner. The embroidered text on the back will be visible through a cutout on the back of the frame. Photos of both sides of the banner will accompany the display. (The photos shown here were taken prior to the conservation process.)
The conservation project will be completed in time for the 100th anniversary of the Black Cat's return to Amherst. In April of 1919, they marched from the Amherst train station to the college to present their colors to Amherst College president Alexander Meiklejohn. The banner will be displayed in Frost Library at Amherst College starting at the end of March and will be on view at graduation, reunion, and through the end of the summer.
Photos of the Black Cat's return to Amherst show about twenty soldiers in formation. Three are holding flags or banners. The largest is an American flag. Flanked on either side are an Amherst and a Black Cat banner. There is no sign of the larger Black Cat banner that is currently being worked on. This is likely because it was presented to the college at a later date.
By the way, the smaller Black Cat banner also resides in the Amherst College archive, but it is in poor condition. The banner's fringe and the black cat remain, but the rest of the fabric has disintegrated.
Many thanks to our friends at Museum Textile Services for their conservation work on this project!
A Conservator's Perspective on the Banner
Museum Textile Services (MTS) is the firm that is working on the conservation project of the Black Cat's Banner. MTS has recently published a blog describing the process. Danielle Bush of MTS writes:
"The double-pointed banner is made from ribbed cream silk lined with cotton, two-sided, embellished with silk and couched metallic embroidery. The two panels are assembled by machine, trimmed with metallic bullion fringe around the perimeter. The hoist edge features three leather straps with buckles used to secure the banner to a staff."
For more on Danielle's perspective see her blog entitled The Black Cats of Amherst Banner.
Artwork Inspired by the Black Cats of Amherst
French artist Sébastien Lefebvre created the artwork show below to honor the Black Cats. He was inspired by the images and photographs that recorded their time in Europe. We are grateful to our French friend Magdeleine Dod for introducing Sébastien to the Black Cats. Merci! More on Sébastien's artwork can be found on his web site lefebvrecollagimiste.com.
A Very Special Gathering
On March 13, 2019, the Amherst Association of Vero Beach hosted a talk by Jim Hamilton, the author of The Black Cats of Amherst. At that gathering were thirteen descendants of Black Cats including two sons, Nick Evans (Amherst College class of 1952) and Donald Riefler (Amherst College class of 1949). Ed Warner (Amherst College class of 1954) wrote this description of the event.
Black Cat Exhibit at Amherst College
An exhibit of Black Cat memorabilia is now on display at Amherst College and will be on view through reunion. The display includes the Black Cat's banner, which has recently been cleaned and conserved. Other items include photographs (plus some of the cameras that took them), documents, the Black Cat's unit history, and the Croix de Guerre medal and fourragère that were awarded to the unit. The display is downstairs at Frost Library right in front of the entrance to the college archive.
For Memorial Day 2019
The Black Cats of Amherst, SSU 539, did not lose any men during the war. One man was wounded and three were gassed (though all recovered). On Memorial Day, it is fitting to remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice. SSU 539, with their 'black cat good luck' avoided death, but other ambulance units were not as lucky.
The man who commanded the Black Cats during their training at Camp Crane was Lt. Henry Bibby, who went on to lead SSU 525, a Bucknell University unit. On October 3, 1918, a German shell struck the barracks where SSU 525 members were sleeping. Two men, Leroy Gleason Clark and Everett Everson Stone (both Bucknell University class of 1918) were killed in this attack. Another SSU 525 man, Allen Eugene Lees (Bucknell University class of 1920) was gassed and later died from its effects.
All in all, SSU 525 casualties included three killed, two wounded & evacuated, and seventeen gassed or with minor wounds. So on this Memorial Day 2019, let us remember Leroy Clark, Everett Stone, and Allen Lees, all SSU 525 ambulance men who made the ultimate sacrifice.
The Black Cat's Swallowtail Guidon
The large Black Cat banner is not the only one held by the Amherst College archive. The fragments of a smaller swallowtail banner (known as a guidon) are also in the archive, but had disintegrated to the point that a restoration would have been quite expensive. With the support of Nick Evans '52, some replicas were created that matched the original design as closely as possible. At the left you can see the original banner in the photograph taken in April of 1919 when twenty-two Black Cats made a symbolic return to Amherst to present the unit's colors to President Alexander Meiklejohn and Dean George Olds. In the center is a shot of the remnants of that banner. At the right is one of the replicas. Three of these have been given to Amherst College.
More on Stoddard Lane
An article entitled "Stoddard Lane: Congregational Minister and World War I Ambulance Driver" appeared in the Volume 14, Number 2 of The Bulletin, the journal of the Congregational Library & Archives. Based in Boston, the Congregational Library & Archives dates back to 1853 when a small group of Boston clergymen donated books from their personal collections to create a library.
Emergency Medical Services at Amherst
The Amherst College Emergency Medical Services (ACEMS) is a student-run, student-staffed, volunteer organization that provides everything from basic life support quick response to medical emergencies on the Amherst College campus. ACEMS operates 24 hour a day while classes are in session. In the fall of 2017 while doing the research for the book, The Black Cats of Amherst, author Jim Hamilton '78 met with Amherst College President Biddy Martin. President Martin thought that there was an important connection between today's ACEMS members and the Amherst students who joined ambulance units during World War I. At that time, President Martin facilitated a meeting between Hamilton and ACEMS member Andrew Parker '18.
Later, when replicas of the Black Cat's guidon were created, author Hamilton and Black Cat descendent Nick Evans '52 donated three of them to Amherst College with the request that one be given to ACEMS. The intent being that there is a tangible link across time between the selfless instincts of the Black Cats and those students who participate in ACEMS today.
Upon receipt of the banner, we received a wonderful note from the ACEMS Board of Directors and this photo of them with the Black Cat guidon. Pictured here from top left to right are Estevan Velez '20, Thomas D'Aprile '21, Clara Seo '21, Emily Minus '21, and Jack Dufton '20. From bottom left to right are Jiwoo Park '20 (Director of Operations), Braxton Schuldt '21, Willa Grimes '21, Eric Jung '21, and Stanley Dunwell '20.
Update (November 2019): ACEMS Director of Operations Jiwoo Park extended an invitation to Jim Hamilton, author of The Black Cats of Amherst, to speak at an ACEMS dinner on Saturday November 9, 2019 on the Amherst College campus. Pictured here is the group that attended that event. Hamilton gave a short presentation on the Black Cats and mingled with this inspiring group of young people who are volunteering their time to help fellow students in need.
Soldier or Spy?
Black Cat Stoddard Lane visited Germany in 1914 as a student and tourist. What did he do there?
Could these stories be true? One place to look for answers is his pre-war diary, which his family gave to the Amherst College archive along with his wartime ones. All of his diaries have been scanned and made available to researchers.
Lane's pre-war diary shows no evidence that he volunteered to serve with the Germany army. Lane was only in Germany from late February of 1914 until August of the same year. During that time he was either studying or traveling. He left for home in September of 1914 after visiting Switzerland and Italy. There was no time for him to be in the Germany army and he made no mention of any such interest. That being said, he was very pro-German in his views on the war and multiple quotes demonstrate this. Here's an example:
Stoddard Lane's diary, August 6, 1914: "There are many soldiers in town, who expect to leave Saturday. Many of the students have already gone to the front. Women + children of all classes have volunteered to work in the fields getting in the harvest, for it is now ready, but the laborers are few, having gone to the war. I have never seen such a glorious unity of feeling. Everybody is turning to and striving to bear his share of the burden. All honor to these people, men + women."
As for being arrested, Lane's diary references two incidents on August 5, 1914 in which he was pulled off a train and questioned at a time when concerns about foreigners and spies were particularly rampant. He does not mention being arrested and did not appear to be badly treated. Here are some quotes from his diary that day:
Stoddard Lane's diary, August 5, 1914: "No sooner had I tucked this little book away in my suitcase than there was a great stir without. I wondered what it was all about, got out, and found that I – yes, I – was the Ursache [reason]. Two Schutzmänner [policemen] took possession of my wallet, examining every paper, my itinerary, etc. There the rest of me was searched, while the crowd stood around and watched. Then I was asked for my big note-book. I disclaimed any such, but finally got wise that he meant my diary when he said 'the book you have just been writing in.' So I fetched my diary, + before the crowd what I had just written was translated into German. It was intensely amusing, couldn't help smiling. In the meantime, the train was ready to start, but was held up fully five minutes on my account. Thereafter I was more of a source of interest than ever to my fellow passengers."
"At 9 uhr [o'clock], Marburg. But we were not allowed to get out of the train. Why? Because, as I soon found they had telephoned from Kirschheim that I was on board, and so everybody had to wait until I got off. With an escort of a Schutzmann and 3 soldiers, I marched between two lines of a very interested crowd, all gaping at me. I felt like some real personage. Passing thru the station + more mob, I came at last to the sanctum, where there were two officers. They simply looked at my pass and passed me up, most courteously."
And so there is no indication from Lane's diary that he was ever a soldier or that he was ever arrested for espionage.
William McFeely Has Died
The historian and Pulitzer Prize winning biographer William S. McFeely died on December 11, 2019. His father, William C. McFeely, served in SSU 539, the Black Cats of Amherst ambulance unit. It was the younger McFeely who wrote a 2010 article about the Black Cats for the Amherst College alumni magazine. His article was an inspiration to Black Cats of Amherst author Jim Hamilton to move forward with a book about the unit. Hamilton reached out to McFeely, and heard back that he didn't think there was quite enough for a book. Of course, that was probably true for someone like McFeely who had tackled such subjects as Ulysses S. Grant and Frederick Douglass, but it was just about the right size for Hamilton. For more on William S. McFeely's career and accomplishments read this amazing New York Times obituary.
More to Come on Stoddard Lane's Diaries
A book on Stoddard Lane's diaries, tentatively titled We Unite to Serve: The World War I Diaries of Reverend Stoddard Lane, is in progress and should be completed before long. Through his diaries and other writings, the book explores how Lane's wartime service molded his post-war outlook on justice, brotherhood, and pacifism. Lane was a 29-year-old settled Congregational minister serving a church in Bogota, New Jersey when the United States declared war on Germany in 1917. His wife had died in childbirth the previous July and in his grief he enlisted in the U.S. Army to join an ambulance unit. He kept two diaries while abroad with the Black Cats; these have been meticulously transcribed and annotated. Also to be included in the book are articles that Lane wrote either during or after the war. This book will bring to life the internal struggles of a soldier and minister who saw the horrors of war and strives to align those with his hopes for humanity. It speaks almost exclusively in Lane's words and will include a Foreword by his daughter, Laurie. If you are interested in learning more about the book please contact Green Harbor Publications.
Build Your Own Black Cat Ambulance Model
Very excited to learn that Revell has a model kit representing a 1917 Model T 1917 Ambulance, and, that it comes with decals allowing it to be portrayed as ambulance #141423 of SSU 539, the Black Cats of Amherst. For anyone searching, this is Revell product number 03285. See here for additional details. You will recognize the markings on the Revell model from this classic photo of a Black Cat ambulance on a pontoon bridge near Soissons.
Spelling of Belgian Town and City Names
The spelling of Belgian town and city names has changed over time. The maps below tell the story:
Top: This detail from an 1851 Belgian map contains many location names exactly as Black Cat Stoddard Lane spelled them in his diary (and also how they appear in a map that was published in the Black Cat’s unit history.) This steel-engraved map was published in the Illustrated Atlas by J. & F. Tallis. It comes from the University of Missouri Digital Library, Antiquarian Maps Collection.
Middle: 2020 Google map of the same locations in Belgium. It shows that some names are unchanged (Bruges, Ghent, Ypres, and Brussels) while others have evolved (Poperinghe/Poperinge, Courtray/Kortrijk, Roulers/Roeselare, and Deynze/Deinze).
Bottom: One of the maps that appeared in the Black Cat’s unit history showing where they served in Belgium. This map introduces a few new spelling twists such as Bruxelles (Brussels), Courtrai (Courtray/Kortrijk), and Gand (Ghent).
The Croix de Guerre plaques
After the Black Cats had been awarded their second unit Croix de Guerre they painted up wooden plaques like the one shown below and attached them to their ambulances to highlight their achievement. The centerpiece of the plaque is a Croix de Guerre medal with two palms, indicating that they had received the award twice. The painted plaque shown here was removed from an ambulance and brought home after the war by Black Cat Stockman Peckham. It appears that many of the Black Cats did the same thing. Three other Black Cat descendants are known to have such plaques. In all, there were likely at least twenty of these plaques in existence (that's about how many ambulances they had) and there may have been more attached to their other vehicles.
Black Cat Stockman Cole Peckham joined the unit at Amherst in June of 1917 and served with SSU 539 for his entire time in the military. He was awarded an individual Croix de Guerre in March of 1919. He was from Newport, Rhode Island, went to Lowell Technical Institute, and worked for DuPont after the war. He died in 1949 in Philadelphia at the age of 51. An only child, he never married. His few remaining relatives (his mother and an aunt) lived in Newport, which is where he is buried. It's not entirely clear how this plaque resurfaced, but it was purchased not long ago by an antiques dealer in Virginia at an estate sale.
Black Cats of Amherst Illustration by Greg Clarke
This charming illustration by Greg Clarke appeared in the Winter 2019 issue of Amherst, Amherst College's alumni magazine. It accompanied a brief mention of the book, The Black Cats of Amherst, in the magazine's 'Short Takes' section.
Stoddard Lane's Diaries Have Been Published
A full transcription of Black Cat Stoddard Lane's wartime diaries have been published under the title, We Unite to Serve: The Wartime Diaries of Reverend Stoddard Lane. The diaries are extensively annotated to provide context. Vintage photographs and maps offer additional details. Several examples of Lane's published writings are included as well as an introduction by Jim Hamilton and a foreword by Lane's daughter, Laurie Lane-Reticker. The book is available on demand from the Green Harbor Publications book store on Lulu.com at this link.
A Visit with Laurie Lane-Reticker
Black Cat Stoddard Lane's daughter, 95-year old Laurie Lane-Reticker, lives in coastal Maine near the spot in Mere Point where her family spent many a happy summer vacation. Stoddard Lane was a big fan of sailing and loved his time on the water in Maine. On a recent trip, Black Cats of Amherst author Jim Hamilton and his wife, Amy, stopped by to visit Laurie to meet her in person for the first time. A delightful afternoon was had by all.
Note: We Unite to Serve: The Wartime Diaries of Reverend Stoddard Lane is available on demand from the Green Harbor Publications book store on Lulu.com.
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