Schimberg, Henry

1842 - 1912  (69 years)    Has no ancestors but 7 descendants in this family tree.

• Name	Schimberg, Henry
  Born	14 Oct 1842	Bascharage, , Luxembourg, Luxembourg
  Gender	Male
  Book	Excerpted from Quiet Rebel, unpublished & undated autobiography of Albert Paul Schimberg (b. 1885 - d. 1949)
  When one evening in April, soon after this country declared war on Spain, the Appleton Crescent printed a list of the soldiers who had left that day for war service, my brother's [Henry A. Schimberg] name was missing. The next morning I marched into the Crescent office and told them so. That evening's paper contained a little note giving Henry's name and other names "inadvertently" omitted from the earlier list. I continued to be as patriotic as the dickens and intensely proud of my soldier brother, but my ardor was dampened a little when, one evening, I happened to go upstairs and there slumped against a window-sill I saw my mother crying her heart out. This was something I had not reckoned with, had not expected. This was something about war that I didn't like at all. But I kept on being proud of my soldier brother, Henry, who had enlisted in Co. G, the Appleton unit of the Wisconsin National Guard. It was from him that letters came to 877 Lake Street from Camp Chickamauga, Ga., and later from Puerto Rico. Those from the Philippines came from a cousin of my mother's, Eugene Pierrelee. Because Henry was with the troops invading island, we were of course more interested in the Puerto Rican than in any of the other campaigns of the war. Even before the Wisconsin troops were landed on the island, while they were still in camp, in this as in all wars rumors circulated in the Ward and throughout the city, as doubtless in all other towns of the whole country. A martinet regular army general, fat on a horse, compelled the raw volunteers to march interminable miles under a blazing Southern sun. In camps, nothing was done to prevent flies from visiting the outdoor eating places after having visited the camp latrines. The summer uniforms so sorely needed by the troops did not reach them, they were forced to wear heavy uniforms throughout the summer in tropical latitudes. A persistent vaudeville joke even sometime after the war ended was this: "In the Middle Ages armor saved the lives of soldiers. In this war (Armour food) killed soldiers." Some of the stay-at-homes of military age, or older, called the whole affair a comic opera war. It was a contest between the American giant and a diminuative Spain, and there was such ineptitude, such bragging, such an avid desire for publicity as had their comical aspects. But no war, no matter how brief, how unequal the strength of the contestants, is a comic opera affair. It was a serious matter for the soldiers who fought and bled, and died, and for their loved ones. The rumormongers did not even spare the mothers and fathers of the soldiers. A rumor that Henry had died in Puerto Rico reached his mother's, his father's, his sweetheart's ears. Their agony of waiting, of uncertainty was not relieved by catchwords, bombastic speeches, the reports of glorious victories by Richard Harding Davis and the other bright young men to whom the war was a romantically interesting adventure. In our case, the rumor proved false. In many cases, reports of death in battle or from disease were all too true. Before victory finally sat on our standards. We followed the news of the Wisconsin regiment to which Henry belonged. We did not know, then, how on one occasion, after having been landed on Puerto Rico, the Americans were marched through a valley between hills, from which, had they been alert, the Spaniards could have directed a deadly fire on their enemies below. Nor did we know, then, what havoc disease wrought among our troops and that Henry fell sick with a tropical disease just as his regiment was about to embark for home at the war's end. The sick, those who could not walk, were to be left behind, to the mercy of inadequate sanitary personnel and provisions. Then it was that my brother's knowledge of French served him well. Determined not to be left behind, to a fate at best uncertain, he managed to get a ride in a carriage with a number of officers, though he was no more than a corporal. En route to the coast, where a ship was waiting, the Americans were overtaken by nightfall and lost. After some time they saw a light in the distance and came upon a plantation owner's home. But the planter was not at all friendly; did not seem inclined to offer hospitality to the tired, sick Americanos. Something in the man's speech told Henry that he was French, or at least spoke with a French accent. So my brother addressed him in the French language, and at once the man grew friendly. He took the officers and corporal into his house, dined them, opened bottles of splendid wine, and the next morning directed them to the port and the waiting ship. On the Sunday in September, 1898, on which the Appleton soldiers were to be welcomed home, the Zouaves of St. Joseph's parish were summoned to Mass, after which they would march to the railway station to greet the returning heroes. Well, the sermon at that Mass was longer than even the usual lengthy sermon at St. Joseph's. On and on droned the preacher, while we Zouaves, especially those who had older brothers in the army, fidgeted and wished he would finally bring his discourse to a close. When we were finally released from church, it was too late. No proud marching to the station for us. We were dismissed and each ran to catch up with his soldier brother by this time nearing home. I caught up to Henry on Brewery Hill, a few blocks from home. It has always seemed to me that someone ought to have told the preacher that among his supposed-to-be hearers were the parents and brothers and sisters, and sweethearts of the soldiers. This once the sermon might have been cut short, or omitted entirely, to give the excited people an opportunity to be at the railway station when the troop train pulled in.
  Immigration	17 Apr 1868	New York, New York, New York, USA
  Name:Henri Schimberg Arrival Date:17 Apr 1868 Birth Year:abt 1844 Age:24 Gender:Male Place of Origin:Luxembourg Destination:United States of America Port of Arrival:New York Port Arrival State:New York Port Arrival Country:United States Ship Name:Cordova
  Military Service	Abt 1898
  Spanish American War, Cpl Company G, 2nd Wisconsin Infantry
  Name:Corporal Henry A Schimberg Military Year:1898 State:Wisconsin Unit:2 Wisconsin Infantry Company:G
  	Schimberg, Henry 1898 Military Service Spanish American War
  Died	17 Mar 1912	Appleton, Outagamie, Wisconsin, USA
  Buried	St. Joseph Catholic Cemetery, Appleton, Wisconsin, USA
  Person ID	I168650	1FamilyTree
  Last Modified	31 Jul 2017

  
  

  Family	Franz, Josephine Elizabeth,   b. 18 Jun 1854, Appleton, Outagamie, Wisconsin, USA ,   d. 9 Aug 1928, Appleton, Outagamie, Wisconsin, USA  (Age 74 years)
  Married	31 Dec 1870
  Children	1. Schimberg, Reverend Edward,   b. 18 May 1881,   d. 30 Jan 1926  (Age 44 years)   2. Schimberg, Albert Paul,   b. 7 Mar 1885, Appleton, Outagamie, Wisconsin, USA ,   d. 22 Nov 1949, Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA  (Age 64 years) + 3. Schimberg, Mary Magdeline,   b. 21 Jul 1890, Appleton, Outagamie, Wisconsin, USA ,   d. 20 Nov 1983, Deer Park, Hamilton, Ohio, USA  (Age 93 years)
  Last Modified	27 Jul 2010
  Family ID	F55479	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

• Event Map	Load the map	Born - 14 Oct 1842 - Bascharage, , Luxembourg, Luxembourg Immigration - 17 Apr 1868 - New York, New York, New York, USA Died - 17 Mar 1912 - Appleton, Outagamie, Wisconsin, USA Buried - - St. Joseph Catholic Cemetery, Appleton, Wisconsin, USA  = Link to Google Earth
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