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Updated 28 July 2021

Most of our ancestors were just ordinary people whose names will never be found in history books.

This is why I had created Our Ancestors back in September 2009 to eventually make contact with distant relatives in the United States and Canada.

Little did I know that in September 2020 I would be contacted by Michael Meteyer, a third cousin once removed who had a lot to share.

Having written more than 1500 posts on Our Ancestors, if I want to write more about Michael’s ancestors and share old family photos, I have to write about them here on Our Ancestors II. This is Michael’s paternal grandparents.

Next Sunday, we will go back in time to Rochester, Monroe, New York, USA…

Always feel free to contact me… It’s always free!

Jean-Baptiste Meunier dit Lagacé

Jean-Baptiste Meunier dit Lagacé


Jean-Baptiste Meunier (Mignier or Minier) dit Lagassé (Lagacé) (1749–1828), my 5th great-grandfather, was born before 8 Apr 1749 in la-Pocatière, Quebec, Canada. He died 15 Sep 1828 in Laval, Quebec, Canada. He married Marie Judith Gravel Brindeliere (1757 – 1779) 30 Oct 1775 in Cap-St-Ignace, Québec. He was the son of Joseph Meunier Lagassé (Lagacé) (1706 – 1778) and Felicite Caouette (Cahouet) (1709 – 1783).

Jean was also a brother of two famous voyageurs: Andre and Charles Mignier dit Lagassé, both of whom used the Lagassé surname. Both of these brothers traveled with the famous explorer, map maker David Thompson.

A post in the draft section of Our Ancestors since 2014

21 August 2021

This is a post I had in the draft section of Our Ancestors since 2014. It was written after this one…

A note I had left behind…

Yesterday’s note led me to this one.

LAGASSE, Eugene F.

Eugene F. Lagasse, 79, of Railroad Ave., Chester died at home on Friday, (October 28, 2005). He and his wife Norma (Joy) were married for 54 years. Gene was born in Bristol, on June 8, 1926, son of the late Harvey and Maude (Powe) Lagasse Sr.

He was an Army Veteran of World War II and the Korean Conflict. He was a member of St. Joseph’s Church, Chester as well as the Knights of Columbus. He was employed as an engineer at Conrac Corp, Old Saybrook for 37 years, and he presently worked for the Essex Product Group.

Gene was an avid golfer and was active in civic organizations over the years. He was so happy to have lived to see his beloved Red Sox win the 2004 Championship. He and Norma wintered in Panama City Beach, FL.

Besides his wife Norma, he is survived by his two sons, James of Warrenton, VA and Gary of Colchester; his daughters, Susan Sticht and Mary Lagasse both of E. Haddam; his eight grandchildren, Stephen Jr., Nicole, Wayne, Jacqueline, Cassidy, Eugene, Amanda and Kyle, and great grandson Caleb, and his brother Robert of Bristol. He was predeceased by his son, Stephen Sr. and his brother, Harvey Jr.

A Mass of Christian Burial will be held on Monday, Oct., 31 at 9 a.m. at St. Joseph’s Church, Rte 154, Chester followed by burial with Military Honors in St. Joseph’s Cemetery. Friends may call at the Robinson, Wright & Weymer Funeral Home, 34 Main St., Centerbrook TODAY, from 2-4 p.m. Contributions in his memory may be made to the Hospice and Palliative Care of Middlesex Hospital, 28 Crescent St., Middletown 06475.

Lagasse, Eugene F.

Another obituary

October 29, 2005

LAGASSE, Eugene F. Eugene F. Lagasse, 79, of Railroad Ave., Chester died at home on Friday, (October 28, 2005). He and his wife Norma (Joy) were married for 54 years. Gene was born in Bristol, on June 8, 1926, son of the late Harvey and Maude (Powe) Lagasse Sr.

He was an Army Veteran of World War II and the Korean Conflict. He was a member of St. Joseph’s Church, Chester as well as the Knights of Columbus. He was employed as an engineer at Conrac Corp, Old Saybrook for 37 years, and he presently worked for the Essex Product Group.

End of the draft post

This is Eugene’s, his wife’s and his son’s headstone.

Stephen Lagasse

Eugene’s memorial on Find A Grave was transferred earlier this week with this message…

Hello Pierre,
I have transferred Stephen’s memorial to you. Treat him well, as I am sure you will.

This is Eugene F Lagasse.





A note I had left behind…

This is what I had written as a note to the file of Robert J. Lagasse, the brother of Harvey Louis Lagasse Jr. and Eugene Francis Lagasse.

Someone had written a message back in 2009 or 2010 and I wrote this note…

I have to check this out…

This is the message sent by Bob Lagasse.

Maybe it’s not that important after all.

If he lived in the North End of Bristol he has to be your Lagasse

Mid-afternoon on Dec. 7, 1941, I was playing hide and seek with a group of kids from the neighborhood in the north end of Bristol when someone interrupted the game to tell us that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. “Where’s Pearl Harbor?” I asked. “In Hawaii,” they replied. Being that I was a knowledgeable 10-year-old and had studied geography, I summed up the situation quickly. “Did you ever see how small Japan is, compared to us?” I questioned. “We’ll beat ’em in a few weeks,” I analyzed. As I was saying this I was thinking, “If they mess around with my brother, he’ll show ’em.” I quickly ran home and dashed up the stairs to see if everyone knew of the news. As I looked into the living room, it was obvious that they had. Mom was seated and crying and Dad was consoling her. The radio was on giving the accounts of what was known at that time, which was sketchy and often unconfirmed.

The main concern for Mom’s world was that her son was in the Army in Camp Blanding, Fla., and the one-year training commitment would now become a war requirement for an undetermined period. Although Dad was saying all the right words to Mom, it appeared to me that his heart wasn’t really in it. He was less visibly upset than Mom, but I believe that he was more deeply concerned, having World War I experience to call on. It was an anxious, wait-and-see environment for many years to come.

Bob Lagasse


In genealogy there is no “Maybe it’s not that important after all.”

End of the original post


Although Dad was saying all the right words to Mom, it appeared to me that his heart wasn’t really in it. He was less visibly upset than Mom, but I believe that he was more deeply concerned, having World War I experience to call on. It was an anxious, wait-and-see environment for many years to come.




Remembering Harvey Louis Lagasse Jr in 2011

Written in 2011, this should close a chapter in the life of Harvey Louis Lagasse Junior and his father.


Harvey Louis Lagasse Senior

The document below was found in 2011. Everything you needed to know in 2011 was there. Harvey Louis Lagasse Senior was born on December 31st, 1893 in Burlington, Vermont. We can even see his signature and Maude’s first name.

Original post

If you live in the U.S. and your name is somewhat Lagasse or Le Gasse, then you are missing a lot.

Harvey Louis Lagasse Jr was a bombardier aboard a B-24.

This is his father’s registration card…


Harvey Louis Lagasse Sr. and I have the same birthdate, but not the same year…

He was born in 1894.

We also see this… in the back of the card.

I am 5′ 10″ and I weigh 220 going on 180 in 2012 from 275 in 2010.

Brown eyes and losing most of my brown hair.

Getting back to Harvey…

Harvey Senior was the son of Louis Lagasse.

Louis Lagasse was the brother of my great-grandfather Dennis II whose real name was Stanislas Lagacé.

Stanislas was born August 9, 1842.

Louis Lagasse was born in Notre-Dame-de-Stanbrige in Missisquoi county in the province of Quebec on January 1st, 1854.

This is his baptisimal certificate.

His godfather was Louis Trudeau and his godmother was Flavie David. Dennis or Stanislas was 11 when his brother was born. Dennis II had 10 siblings: 5 brothers and 5 sisters. I know a lot about them. One of them was Philomène Lagacé. Her nickname was Libbie.

Thanks to Sandy and Joe I found a lot about her.

Click here to find out.

End of the original


Harvey Louis Lagasse Junior was part of a B-24 Liberator crew. Earl Cullison was the pilot and Roy Sutton the co-pilot. This is what Earl Cullison’s nephew sent me about Roy Sutton.

The Story about Roy Sutton Jr. being shot down in WWII

Written by Sgt. Ernest Gordon Liner.

A Crewmate of Roy Sutton

Sgt Ernest Gordon Liner was a tail gunner in the 758th Bomb Squadron. He was shot down on August 22,1944 in his B-24 H, named The Moron, Serial # 42-52344 and became a POW.

The Pilot of The Moron was Lt Jerry A Cullison. Their ship was shot down on 459 BG Mission # 95 to bomb the synthetic oil refineries at Blechhammer, Germany, August 22, 1944 a long difficult eight and a half hour trip if you made it. The 459th Bomb Group lost 5 planes that day, 50 airmen MIA that day on a terrible mission 2 each from the 758th Bomb Squadron and the 759th Bomb Squadron and one from the 757th Bomb Squadron. All of us who flew missions to Blechhammer, Germany remember those missions as being one of the roughest ever because of flak, fighters, weather and sweating out low fuel status because of the distance and resistance encountered.

Memories by Ernest
I enlisted in the Air Force and was inducted at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, reporting later to Miami Beach, Florida, in November of 1943. We lived in hotels and took basic training on a golf course and on the beach. From there we went to Panama City, Florida for further training. From Panama City we were sent to Mitchell Field, New York for crew assignment.

The following men were members of the crew: Pilot Jerry Cullison of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; Co-pilot Roy Sutton of Norfolk, Virginia; Navigator Vaughn; Bombardier Harvey Lagasse of Bristol, Connecticut; Engineer Harold Botwright of Philipsburg, Pennsylvania; Waist gunner T. Tomlinson of Sour Lake, Texas; Ball turret gunner A.J. Benetti of San Fernando, California; Radio operator and Top turret gunner Paul Pete Peterson of Portland, Connecticut; Nose gunner A.J. Tony La Spina of Summit, New Jersey; and myself, Tail gunner Gordon Liner of Hillsborough, North Carolina. As a crew we were sent to Charleston, South Carolina and started flying together.

When I reported to basic training I had had to leave my girlfriend Franny in Baltimore. So, after basic I asked her to come to Charleston and we would get married. I rented a furnished room a month ahead to hold it, and she came down and we got married June 3, 1944. She stayed until I got leave and we went back to Baltimore where I had to leave her and return to Charleston.

From Charleston we went to Westover Field, Massachusetts, where we flew submarine patrol for two weeks. There we were given a new plane for our own to go overseas. We left Mitchell Field, New York and went to Bangor, Maine to pick up supplies and extra equipment to prepare to go overseas. We left the states and went to Newfoundland and stayed there about a week because of bad weather. When the weather finally broke, we went on to the Azores where we gassed up for the flight to Africa. We landed in Marrakech, flew on to Tunis, and from there we flew to Foggia, Italy where they took our plane and gave us an old beaten up one. Later we found out that this was customary; a new plane was given to a crew that was about finished and ready to go back to the United States.

We were assigned to an air base at Cherignola, Italy and given a six man tent to sleep in at the edge of an almond orchard. At first we had a dirt floor, cots and candles for lights. We started improving the flooring and made some cabinets out of cardboard and rolled up the sides of the tent to get cool air. After a week or two we were given one bulb for light which got its power from a generator at the base.

We started flying with other crews to learn how to fly in formation. Experienced pilots flew with us for a few days and then we were on our own to fly every day. The weather permitting, we then started flying actual combat missions on August 12, 1944. Our flights were as follows:

Date          Target                                                                    Plane
August 12  Northern Italy, early return                              Hard to Get
August 14  Northern Italy, early return                              Hard to Get
August 17  Ploesti, Romania, flack and fighters              Beats Me Mack
August 18  Ploesti, Romania, flack and fighters              The Moron
August 21  Air field in Hungary, flack and fighters          Beats Me Mack
August 22  Blechammer, Germany, flack and fighters   The Moron    DID NOT RETURN

The targets in northern Italy were called milk runs because they were more like training missions but the Ploesti targets were the worst in Europe for enemy flack and fighters. The Hungary targets were bad for fighters, but Blechammer was as bad as Ploesti because we had to fight our way from the target until we had to parachute out of the plane. Before we got to the target we lost an engine due to flack (ground fire). We saw one plane blow up and two others take hits. On three engines, we could not keep up with the formation.

After the bombs were dropped, we were attacked by four fighters and lost another engine as well as other damage. One fighter came toward the tail, another from the side, and yet another from the under side. I shot the plane attacking our tail and it exploded. The fighter on the side killed Tomlinson and the ball turret gunner was hit, giving the German fighters two positions not covered. The next attacks came from above, and top gunner Peterson and I both were shooting at him and he was hit and bailed out. Then, I realized we were going down fast and our radio was shot out. I got out of my turret and went up into the waist and put on my parachute. Top gunner Peterson came down into the waist with his parachute on, and I had to move waist gunner Tomlinson’s body from the escape door so we could get out. I opened the hatch and motioned for Peterson to go out, but he motioned for me to go! I realized that we had to get out, so I jumped. Peterson told me later, when he saw my chute open, he jumped, too.

As we were going down, we could see people shooting at us. A German fighter came straight toward me and we had heard about the pilots shooting at airmen in their chutes. But, at the last minute he tipped his wing and came close enough for me to see him motion to me. I went down in the woods and the others were captured in an open field. I could not get my chute out of the trees, so I took off my flying suit and boots and left them in a stump hole. I crawled under the bushes and tried to collect my thoughts, removed my escape kit and tried to determine where I was.

The pilot had said we were in Hungary when we first began to be attacked by fighters. Later, I decided to move to a better location and I had not gone but about ten steps when someone hollered and I looked beside me to see a German soldier with a rifle pointing straight at me. He kept motioning for me to put my hands up and he was as scared of me as I was of him. Another soldier then came up and they searched me. They kept saying pistols, I guess because they knew we were issued .45 pistols. I told them that mine had gone down with the plane. I was always glad that I didn’t wear it, because I might have tried to use it.

They took me out of the woods to a road where there were other people and a wagon that held a German pilot with his parachute rolled up in his lap. I was told to get on the wagon with the pilot who was about eighteen years old with blond hair and about my size. He smiled and motioned with his finger and said I putt putt you and you putt, putt me. We were taken to a small village about the size of Efland, North Carolina and it had a jail.

There I saw two others of my crew and four members of another crew at the jail where we spent the night with bed bugs, roaches and everything else. The next day we were moved through the village and were fortunate to have the German soldiers along to keep civilians off of us. They were throwing things, spitting and hollering gangsters to us. We later understood why when we passed a hospital that had been bombed.

We were put on a truck with eight others and carried into the city of Budapest.

Once in Budapest we were given something to eat, the first food we had had since we were shot down. We were then questioned and our belts, shoe laces, rings, watches and everything that we had in our pockets was taken from us. We found out later that we were in an old political prison. The building was three stories high, and was open in the center with walkways around each staircase. All of the cells were solitary cells about four feet by sixteen feet in size with no windows, and one light bulb that burned all of the time. Our comforts consisted of one cot, a door with a slot through which bowls of soup were given to us twice a day, one loaf of bread a day, and one bucket for a toilet. No one ever spoke. Enduring seven days of this, you did a great deal of thinking. I counted the bricks in that cell a thousand times and I thought I would remember the number, but I don’t.

After seven days of silence I was taken to a German officer for questioning. We had been trained to give only our name, rank and serial number. I was then sent back to my cell for another seven days, followed by another trip for questioning. This time, a German who spoke perfect English told me that he would say things to me that he only wanted me to verify. I was told the type of plane we were in, the type of bombs we dropped, the target we hit, our air base in Italy and where we were trained. I figured one of our crew members told them all of this information. I was sent to another room with three members of my crew and they said that they were told the same thing, and it was good to have someone to talk to.

After a few days we were taken under heavy guard to a train station, where we were put on those notorious, forty by eight, boxcars that were known all over Germany; forty men or eight horses. I think there must have been forty of us in the car when more men were brought in. It was too crowded to lie down, so we had to stand or sit. We were locked in our boxcar and in the next one were the guards with their dogs. We only had one bucket for a toilet for over forty men. Some men were sick and some were injured. We were on the train for two days before we were allowed to get out and given water and bread. At this point everyone was getting filthy and many had dysentery, yet with still only one bucket on the boxcar. We stopped in a large rail yard one night and the R.A.F. came over dropping bombs. The guards left for shelters and we were left behind, locked in the boxcar. Luckily the bombs missed us but they did tear up some of the rails further ahead. We stayed there another day, still locked up. Finally, we started again, attached to another train, and we started seeing lots of bomb damage to towns and bridges as we passed through Poland.

After five days the train stopped and we were told to get out. We were at a train station in a small town where there were guards with dogs to escort us on a one mile walk to our camp. By this time, we were in pitiful shape. The camp was still being built, but we were assigned to barracks with twenty-two men, all together in one room. We had a spigot to wash up with and a latrine which had ten holes. Many times you didn’t have time to wait. For that reason it was a very good thing our government sent lots of clothes and shoes to the camps.

Jerry Cullison Jr. as an officer was sent to the famous Stalag Luft III. Uncle Jerry was then sent to Stalag Luft III-D where he stayed until he was liberated. Roy Sutton Jr. was an officer too… But I do not know if he was sent to the same POW camps…

Earl Cullison Jr

About Roy Sutton…

Roy C. Sutton Jr.

Norfolk – Roy Clifton Sutton Jr., a lifelong Norfolk resident, died on October 16, five days shy of his 93rd birthday. The cause was heart failure.

“Roy Jr.” was raised on the beach at Ocean View, a place which forever was in his heart. He graduated from Maury High School, and then attended the college of William and Mary in Norfolk, and then in Williamsburg. His studies were interrupted by WWII, during which he rose to the rank of Captain in the Air Force. He was co-piloting a plane during a bombing mission over Hungary, when his plane was shot down. He spent nine months in a German POW camp, and then was rescued by Patton’s army. He then continued his studies, ultimately earning a degree in Physics. He entered business and became a part-owner of Sutton Appliance Company. He married Kathleen Sams in 1953, and began a family. He continued his love of athletics, joining the Portsmouth YMCA, and being well-known for winning many handball and tennis tournaments. Even into his eighties, he remained involved in competitions, being active in the Senior Olympics in multiple events. Until six months before his death, he was swimming laps twice a week. Recently, he was recognized as one of the members of the famous football “Last Team” at ODU.

Written in 2011

You know, genealogy is not my forte, aviation and World War II is…

When searching for my roots, I stumbled upon this story of Harvey L Lagasse, a bombardier with the U.S. Air Force.

I was somewhat curious.

Read this book excerpt…

So I dug deeper into that story…

And deeper…

Click here.

Harvey L Lagasse Jr

2nd Lt Bombardier 758 Squadron
MACR: 10719
2nd Lt Harvey L Lagasse, Jr served as a Bombardier in the 758 Bomb Squadron on Lt Jerry A Cullison’s B-24 crew that was shot down on 459 BG’ Mission 95, 8-22-44 to bomb Blechhammer, Germany O-R, flying in “The Moron” Serial # 42-52344. He had flown in B-24s “Hard To Get” and “Beats Me Mack” before being shot down in “The Moron”.He along with his crew, became POWs and the crews’ POW treatment is well related in Ernest Liner`s story as a Gunner on this crew and their being shot down.


Now, how is this Harvey Lagasse related to all of us… us Lagasses I mean.

Come and see me tomorrow since now you know what is my forte…


Written on August 18, 2021

It’s worth reading this one more time.


Where to stop – Francis William Powe


This is where I stop.

Francis William Powe was Maude Powe’s brother.

I will stop writing after.

Francis William Powe  is not on Find A Grave, but his wife is.

Elizabeth D. Powe


Elizabeth D. Powe, 82, of Bristol, widow of Francis Powe, died Sunday, May 27, 2007, at Cherry Brook Health Care Center in Canton. She was born Oct. 2, 1924, in Hartford, daughter of the late Martin and Freda (Ashley) Delaney. A resident of Bristol most of her life, she had worked for Dorothy’s Clothing Store, Michaels Jewelers and Aetna Insurance Co. Her favorite hobby was the love of antiques and she was a member of St. Gregory Church in Bristol. Mrs. Powe is survived by her son and daughter-in-law, William and Cathy Powe of Canton; her daughter and son-in-law, Peggy and Jim Oldziey of Bristol; her grandchildren, Nicole Powe, Jessica Freytag, Seth Freytag, Jon Snyder, Ellen Bouffard, Carolyn Root and Caryn Oldziey; her great-grandchildren, Brianna Root, Riley Bouffard, Sophia Bouffard and Christopher Snyder; her sisters, Patricia Kelley of Winsted and Lillian Rogers of New Hartford; and several nieces and nephews.

Funeral services will be held Wednesday at 9 a.m. from O’Brien Funeral Home, 24 Lincoln Ave., Forestville, to St. Gregory Church, Bristol, for a Mass of Christian burial at 10 a.m. Burial will follow in St. Joseph Cemetery, Bristol. Calling hours will be held at the funeral home today from 5 to 8 p.m. Memorial donations may be made to a charity of the donor’s choice.

©The Bristol Press 2007

Francis William Powe’s father and mother Frank Arthur Powe and Margaret Costello rest in peace in the family plot.


The end for now…

Where to stop – William Costello


William Costello was Margaret Costello’s brother. She had more brothers…


There was Thomas, John and Garrett.

I always follow up when someone shares old photos because I know that one day someone will write me.

William is not on Find A Grave, but I found someone else. Garrett Costello and his daughter Kathleen Costello Gagnon.


There’s another side to this headstone.


William Costello’s father and mother are buried in the family plot.

Mary Lamb Costello remarried after her husband’s death in 1893. I have to find the year, but Mary was listed as a widow in the 1900 census.

John E. Roberts would die in 1905 so the marriage did not last long.

There is someone else buried in the family plot. It’s Thomas J. Lagasse.

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Thomas J Lagasse was Mark E. Lagasse’s brother.


Their father was Harvey Louis Lagasse Junior.


And their grandparents Harvey Louis Lagasse Senior and Maude Powe…

Where to stop – Old photos


Old photos are so precious, more precious than gold. Old photos have enabled me to reunite our ancestors with their descendants since 2009.

Ancestors I did not know had ever existed like Joseph Lagasse whose nephew was Harvey Louis Lagasse seen in the above photo.

unknown young man

I have written about Joseph Miller Lagasse on Our Ancestors, so I am not going to write more. I am going to write about Marie or Mary seen on the left.


You can find this old photo now on Find A Grave.

Someone has just transferred her memorial.

Before Mary Lagasse was just a headstone on Find A Grave. We see her with her sisters Odna in the middle and behind Odna is Ida. Behind with the cigar is Alphonse Lamothe who was Ida’s brother-in-law. The couple on the right is still unknown. All my hypotheses to figure out who they were headed me straight in a brick wall.


I hope one day to reunite this couple to their descendants.

This is the only reason why I have been writing…so much.

Where should I start? Arthur Joseph Myers

In October 2013, on the original Our Ancestors, I was reflecting on a Sunday morning.

This is what I was reflecting upon.


Reflecting on how someone must be overwhelmed when he finds all the information about his ancestors like Steve Myers. I don’t annoy people with genealogy and I don’t sell anything like phoney coats-of arms.

phony coats of arms

The proof of the pudding…

I sent a reply to this post I found last week on This message was dated November 17, 2009.

Hello, I am looking for any information on ancestors of Arthur Joseph Myers, b. Nov. 1, 1883 in Waterbury, VT. I believe the family originally came from Bordeaux, France via Quebec, Canada. The surname was changed when they entered the US; the original name may have been ‘LeMaires’ or some variation thereof. Any information would be greatly appreciated.



I don’t do this often, but this time I could not resist the temptation since Steve posted this request in 2009, and the Arthur Joseph Myers he was looking for seemed to be a perfect match for Arthur J. Myers the son of Julian Myers and Agnes Lagasse.

Agnes Lagasse

I wrote this…

Still looking for Arthur J Myers son of Julian Myers and Agnes Lagasse?

Write to me.


Strangely enough I started this blog in September 2009.

Steve replied so I invited him to visit my Ancestry family tree to have a look. Everything about his ancestor Arthur J. Myers is there.

Agnes Lagasse file

Pretty overwhelming stuff even for someone like me when I look back at it. 

I can’t believe I have been researching all these people related to my grandfather Leo about whom I knew very little until someone sent me this document. That document jump started all that I have been writing on this blog.

acte de deces leo lagace senior

This document was just the tip of the iceberg in my quest for other people’s ancestors. When I dig, I dig deep, and I have not stopped since. 

So what’s all this excitement about a man called Arthur Joseph Myers?

Arthur Joseph Myers

Every clue leads to another… then to another…


Even to San Diego in the 1920s.

To be continued…?

coat of arms 1

To be continued of course, if Steve teams up with the A-Team like Sandy, Joe, Fran, Robin, Ed, and Frank did,… and of course Donna and a host of all other people who have been teaming with me since 2009.

The A-Team

11 August 2021


Steve had sent me this note a few years ago.

Hi Pierre,

Attached are photos of 3 ships. I thought that these were vessels my grandfather had served on, but after doing some quick research online, I’m not so sure. I couldn’t figure out how to adjust the dpi settings on my printer, so I hope the resolution is ok.


USS Pensacola (CA 24): On the back of the photo it says: USN 422603 and SEPT 35. I believe this means the photo was taken in September 1935.

USS Stoddard (DD566): On the back it says USN 635232 and 25 FEB 54. Both photos are marked “OFFICIAL NAVY PHOTO. RELEASED”

Some other things I know about my grandfather: He retired as a Lt. Commander. He was qualified as an aviator, and flew blimps specifically. Served as a professor of naval artillery at the Naval War College in Newport, RI. For a time he was the administrator of the Newport-Jamestown Ferry Service prior to the construction of the Newport Bridge.

He grew up in Bridgeport, CT and had a sister named Diane who died around the age of 10, due to an accident of some sort. It may have been from a fall while ice skating.

After he retired from the Navy, he and my grandmother moved to Norwalk, CT and he became a real estate appraiser and management consultant. He was also the Dean of the night school at Norwalk Technical College, now Norwalk Community College.
Hope this is of interest to you,



The USS New Hampshire (BB-25) was a Connecticut-class battleship. New Hampshire was the last American pre-dreadnought battleship, though she was commissioned on 19 March 1908, two years after HMS Dreadnought.

The New Hampshire’s participation in the “Great White Fleet” was limited to participation in the Naval Review by President Theodore Roosevelt in Hampton Roads on 22 February 1909. During her service, she participated in the US operations off the coast of Mexico, including support of the occupation of Veracruz. During WW I, she performed convoy escort duties as well as transport of troops returning from France. She was sold for scrapping 1 November 1923 in accordance with the Washington Naval Treaty.

Almost 8 years later, Suzanne sent me this photo of Arthur Joseph Myers.