As Part 1 closed, Bruce, Andi and I were headed out Barnard Road. Bruce drove, I talked, Andi watched for signs.

Andi and the Weatherman help investigate. We found the house from Babs’s picture.
I babbled on about how Barnard was settled in 1866 when Barnard Burns filed his homestead claim on 160 acres and built a sawmill on the creek that tumbled through the land. He became the first postmaster, which explains the name of the tiny community. His son William was farming 80 acres of Barnard’s land in 1901, when this plat map was published, and was still farming it in 1931 when he died. Eventually the Boss family acquired the land, and most of it belongs to them today.

1901 Charlevoix County plat map – Marion Township – Section 20
I digress. We were on a mission. We found the Barnard United Methodist Church, and Barnard Grange No. 689, and the Barnard cemetery. (If you look closely, you can see the church and the cemetery marked on the plat map.)

Barnard United Methodist Church

Barnard Grange No. 689

Barnard Cemetery
The one-room Barnard School is long gone, but the flagpole remains, next to the Grange Hall. A plaque on the big stone base says In loving memory of Sergeant Leslie T Shapton, Priv. Harry Potter, and Priv. Harold Cole, who gave their lives in France for their country 1917-1918. Erected by Barnard School.

Memorial plaque on the stone flagpole base next to the Barnard Grange hall.
That was the first mystery I wanted to solve. Who were those three?
Uh-oh, you’re thinking. Longtime readers may remember a journey that began with a Civil War flag. Now my beloved Civil War veterans may have to make room for another generation.
Yes. I have been busy, and Bill Bennett has been helping me. Let’s begin with Leslie T. Shapton. That’s him all right, perched on his mother’s lap wearing a dress, just like all the other little boys born in 1897.

The Shapton family, c. 1898, courtesy of Bill Bennett. Back, Edmund Shapton and Elizabeth Bennett Shapton. Front, their daughter Ethel May and son Leslie (on his mother’s lap).
Leslie went to Barnard School through the eighth grade and graduated from Charlevoix High School in 1916. He must have done well, because in the fall he headed off to college in Ann Arbor. In April, 1917, the United States entered the Great War, and a lot of young men changed their plans.
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there
Leslie T. Shapton enlisted in the Marine Corps on January 24, 1918. He was 21 years old. By the end of the month he was in Company L at the Marine Barracks, Paris Island, South Carolina. He was there in February and in March, when, if I understand the records correctly, he qualified as a sharpshooter.
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere.
In April, 1918 he was at sea aboard the USS Henderson, on his way to France.
In May he was part of the 146th Co, Third Replacement Battalion, U.S. Marines, A.E.F. (American Expeditionary Force). In June he was attached to the Eighteenth Company, Second Battalion, Fifth Regiment.
So prepare, say a prayer, Send the word, send the word to beware
In July the regiment was part of the massive Second Battle of the Marne.
Leslie T. Shapton was near Vierzy on July 18. It’s that tiny little place on the rail line in the lower left corner of the map.

Detail, Second Battle of the Marne (near Vierzy)
At the end of July the muster roll reported Staff returns not received . . . missing since offensive operation at Vierzy. The August muster roll reported S/Rs not received. . . . Missing since offensive operations at Vierzy, France.
It was early September when his parents received the first telegram. Missing in Action at Vierzy, it said. The next telegram came in October. Killed in Action, it said. Buried at Oise-Aisne, it said. In France.
We’ll be over, we’re coming over, And we won’t come back . . .
Elizabeth Bennett Shapton became the first Gold Star Mother of Charlevoix County. The American Legion Post in Charlevoix was named for her son. Her son. He was buried in France. She would see about that.
In March, 1921 the letter came. Leslie T. Shapton’s remains had been disinterred. They would be shipped to Hoboken, New Jersey. Hoboken. And then on to Charlevoix.
In May, 1921, an American Legion honor guard from Leslie T Shapton Post 226 accompanied his remains as they were reinterred at Brookside Cemetery in Charlevoix.
The last muster roll reported Shapton, Leslie T. Previously shown as missing in action should appear as KILLED in action July 18 1918, would have been awarded CHARACTER EXCELLENT had he been discharged.
Good to know.
I’m tired now. I’ll bet you’re tired, too, if you managed to get this far. And our long, long trip on Barnard Road has another part. Part 3. I leave you with this thought. It’s from a note Norm Veliquette sent today about Milton Township’s 150th Anniversary history.
The Milton book is a treasure. I’m glad to see lots of it devoted to pioneers who came and hung on. History sometimes focuses on those who came and made a splash, then left.
Martha J
February 11, 2016
Interesting story. If History had only been taught in a story form the way you tell it, more kids would love it and want to hear it. Thanks for keeping it alive.
Gerry
February 11, 2016
Thank you Martha. I always loved history–and always hated history textbooks.
P.j. grath
February 11, 2016
You took us on quite a journey, Gerry. I agree with Martha’s comment above, too.
Gerry
February 11, 2016
Are we wandering around in the underbrush? We are. History is like that.
Karma
February 11, 2016
I was trying to think of something witty to say along the lines of Harry Potter being found in a graveyard, but wit escapes me on this blustery afternoon.
I agree with you about history. I hated history class in school until I had “the best teacher ever” in high school who made history about the people, instead of the specific dates. I went on to become certified as a social studies teacher in college – who woulda thunk it? 😉
Gerry
February 11, 2016
I woulda thunk it! Harry Potter reappears in Part 3.
tootlepedal
February 11, 2016
Good work.
Gerry
February 11, 2016
Thank you.
uphilldowndale
February 13, 2016
To my shame, I know little about the US involvement in WW1. History, or at least how it is told, is like that
Gerry
February 13, 2016
I don’t know much about it myself. I’m learning by following individual stories. Trying to tell it that way is challenging but I’m going to keep at it.
uphilldowndale
February 15, 2016
stories make it ‘real’ though don’t they. I had the privilege of chatting to a WW2 Spitfire pilot and instructor, I understood more from that than I could have creamed from a heap of books, mainly because it gave me the emotion of his experience, he was in his late 90’s and his tears were very real
Gerry
February 15, 2016
They do indeed. My neighbor Don Gould, of blessed memory, was a gentle man, a quiet WWII veteran who began to experience flashbacks in his late 80s. Listening to him was that sort of education too.
I always like your posts about history because you are able to evoke that immediacy–that sense that the ordinary people who were there, who did the lead mining or the fighting and dying, or the cooking and tending, are right there with us.
Craig Smith
February 13, 2016
Beguiling. You clearly share your Uncle Elmer’s philosophy of what it means to take a drive “on the scenic route,” and your Aunt Jimmie’s philosophy of living history.
Gerry
February 13, 2016
Absolutely, on both counts!
Andi
February 13, 2016
I had no idea so much interesting information would come from our outing. Fascinating! I’m looking forward to Part 3. Andi
Gerry
February 13, 2016
Coming soon to a blog near you.
WOL
February 14, 2016
Good to know Marine Shapton came home. Having had a Marine for a father (WWII, Okinawa, Tarawa, Samoa) I appreciate their dedication to duty. My dad, too, was “reassigned to the top echelon” but not until he was 92.
Gerry
February 14, 2016
I had not heard “reassigned to the top echelon” before. I will tuck that away for future use.
shoreacres
February 14, 2016
Quite apart from the stories and details, the images of the church, the cemetery, and the grange hall are wonderful. A plain, white church isn’t just a plain white church. There are differences among them, and I have this theory that denominational differences supercede geographic. That is, a Lutheran or Methodist church in Texas will look more like their Michigan counterparts than they will resemble each other. But I digress.
You and I approach history in much the same way, although you’re clearly more skilled at geneological research than I am, and are more firmly embedded in a cohesive community. It’s wonderful to be able to draw so directly on the remembrances of people who knew people who knew people.
Even my own famliy wasn’t quite that cohesive, or quite so concerned with passing on their history. Example: a photo of my Uncle Jack hung in my grandparents’ living room. He was in uniform, and died in the war. I never heard anyone talk about him. When I asked about him, I was told he “died in the war.” There simply was a great silence..
Only after I got a computer did I sort a bit of it out. One Memorial Day, Ancestry.com offered free access to military records, and I went to work. Uncle Jack was a staff sergeant in the Army, died in the Pacific, and was awarded a Purple Star. How I wish I knew why none of that ever was mentioned. There are mysteries no document ever can resolve.
Gerry
February 14, 2016
Thank you Linda. I’m interested in your theory of denominational church architecture. I’ll pay more attention and report my findings! Around Here I find that I can instantly recognize a late-19th century church building. Of course, as we have already discussed, some of ours have been repurposed, at least one of them into a tavern. . . .
I think we do like to follow the same kinds of rabbit trails. We’re focused on different parts of the country, but we both like a good story! I would not say that I’m skilled at genealogy, but I surely do love using the toolbox. Mostly, though, you’re right. I love to listen to the people who knew people back in the day.
I hope that one day you learn more about your Uncle Jack. Antrim County poet Terry Wooten has spent much of his career doing oral history projects. In recent years he’s spent a lot of time with WWII veterans in particular. Some of those poems are in Stone Circle Poems: The collected poems of Terry Wooten (winner of a 2015 Michigan Notable Book award). You can hear an interview with Terry here. I know, I know, I am shamelessly promoting a friend’s book. It’s okay, though. It’s a good book.
Shirley DeLange (Byron Center Michigan
August 18, 2017
I am Shirley VanPolen DeLange. Harry Potter was my grandmother’s brother. Libby Potter, daughter of Hiram and Jennifer Potter,is my grandmother. You asked if you could include a picture of the Potter family in your blog. That would be fine.
I working on the Potter Family tree (along with other trees of my family and my husbands)
Gerry
August 18, 2017
Thank you Shirley.