Springfield Union
May 30, 1971Mrs. Edith A. (Larcher) Haskell, 82, formerly of 183 Middlesex St., Springfield, died Friday in Springfield Municipal Hospital.
Born in London England, May 29, 1888, daughter of the late William R. and Rose (Cooper) Larcher, she lived in Springfield 80 years. She was a member of Christ Church Cathedral.
She leaves her husband Edwin N. Haskell; and a daughter, Mrs. Doris H. Brown of Springfield.
Burial will be in Hillcrest Park Cemetery.
Bangor Daily News
March 23, 2004BAR HARBOR - Harriet N. Dow, 96, died March 21, 2004, at a Bar Harbor healthcare facility. She was born Nov. 13, 1907, in Tremont, the daughter of Allen Leslie and Fannie Etta (Torrey) Black.
Harriet was a wonderful mother and housewife. She loved teaching Bible School and playing the piano and she was an organist for several years at the West Tremont Church.
She is survived by three sons, Wills Edward Dow and wife, Della, of Bernard, George Henry Dow and wife, Wynnee, and Gilbert Lewis Dow, all of Bass Harbor; one daughter, Fannie Louise Young and husband, Edward, of Franklin; 11 grandchildren; Stephen Dow, George Jr., Richard Dow, Darrell and Jeffrey Paine, Roxanne Faccielo, Vicki Wallace, Annette West, Cindy Dunster, Cheryl LaRobadiere and Charlene Smith; and several step-grandchildren.
Harriet was predeceased by her husband, Charles H. Dow; and a daughter, Charlene Edna Norwood.
Find-a-GraveGilbert Franklin Black, 87, died Nov. 3, 1999, at MDI Hospital. He was born May 17, 1912, in Tremont, the son of Allen Leslie and Fanny Etta (Torrey) Black.
He attended Pemetic High School and lobstered for most of his life. He enjoyed people.
Gilbert is survived by three sons, Leslie Black and his wife, Judy, of West Roxbury, Mass., James Black and his wife, Sally, of Northeast Harbor and Robert Black and his wife, Cheryl, of Shrewsbury, Vt.; two daughters, Sarah Bridges of Ellsworth and Jean Richardson and her husband, Richard, of Hancock; one sister, Harriet Dow of Bar Harbor; 12 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren. He was predeceased by his wife of 64 years, Helena Black.
Philip Dennis Haskell at age 20 was a yachtsman. In October 1927 he is listed in Deer Isle town records as a master mariner at the time of his marriage to Jean Stoddard.
65319. Kenneth Richardson Haskell
Newsletter of the Haskell Family Society, Vol 2, # 1Kenneth Richardson Haskell, _aged 88 years, died 30 October 1992, in Maine, USA. Born 14 August 1904, at Deer Isle, Maine, son of Captain Philip Dennis and Bessie Gross Haskell of Deer Isle he graduated from the university Maine in 1930. President of his class he won highest academic honours and was awarded the Joseph Rider Farrington Scholarship a· graduate fellowship to study dairy industry trends. He also received a master's degree in agricultural economics from the university. For many years he was industrial agricultural agent tor the Maine Central Railroad.
In 1936 he married in Portland, Frances Johnson who survives him. A son, Philip J. Haskell. of Fulton, Maryland, a daughter, Martha Haskell Collins of New York City, six grandchildren, and three great grandchildren also survive him. His grandfather, Captain William H.P. Haskell was lost at sea with the wreck of the 3 masted schooner Frank E. Swain In 1915.
Portland Press Herald
August 26, 1999Frances Johnson Haskell, 90, of Portland died Tuesday at her home. She was born here a daughter of Emma M ae Gammon Johnson and Frank G. Johnson, graduated from Deering High School and Bates College, where she was elected to Phi Betta Kappa. She was a lifelong resident of the Stroudwater area.
For many years she was involved in social work as the youth director of the Portland YWCA.
For 56 years she was married to Kenneth Haskell until his death in 1992.
She was a member of the Stroudwater Baptist Church where she taught Christian education, and was active in the Women's Guild.
Surviving are one daughter, Martha Collins of New York City; one son, Phillip Haskell of Fulton, Md.; six grand children and six great grandchildren.
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Benjamin Stacy Haskell
by Jean Loesch KrauklinThere is the little island off the coast of Maine, where our branch of the Haskell family settled around the late 1700s, after they left England and then the Newburyport/Beverly area of Massachusetts. They fished and farmed, but mostly they plied the sea in their sturdy Maine-built schooners and barks, transporting lumber ice, coal, granite, salt-fish and other supplies up and down the east coast, to the West Indies, or up the Penobscot River to Bangor.
On December 6, 1890 Stacy Benjamin Haskell was born; I believe he reversed the order of his first and middle names later. His parents were William and Elizabeth Richardson Haskell, owners of the large home in Deer Isle Village known as "The Ark " and run as a summer boarding house. Is is presently called Pilgrim's Inn.
Stacy was the second of two sons; his brother Philip was 11 years older. Their father was a sea captain who was away on voyages that could be very long. While he was away "Lizzie Cush ," their mother, supervised the help, ran the business, and cooked all the meals for the boarders for many years. Sadly, William's ship was caught in a storm off Cape Hatteras in 1915, and he and his entire crew were lost.
Philip left home at 16 or so and became a seaman, later a master mariner, and distinguished himself along with other Deer Islers as a member of the crew of the "Columbia," Vanderbilt's yacht that won the America's Cup in 1909 (1911?). Captain Phil spent many years at sea, retiring to his large home across from the Church on the Hill, where his two children, Kenneth and Dorothea, were raised. After "Lizzie Cush" passed away, Phil sold his half of The Ark to Stacy.
Stacy seems not to have been quite the usual country boy. As early as ten or so he saw opportunities to make some money for himself by taking the boarders at the Ark out on his small boat for rides around the harbor, or fishing for flounder and mackerel. I'm sure there were other ways he found to extract some tourist dollars from his mother's customers.
At school Stacy was at the head of his class, and when he graduated as Valedictorian of the 8th grade his mother decided he would have more education, preferably in a religious school. So he was sent to Mt. Hermon, a private school for boys in the hills of western Massachusetts. There is a photograph of him taken there when he was a member of a husky looking basketball team. Stacy was handsome, with dark wavy hair, fine Roman nose, very broad shoulders--and he had deep blue eyes.
Mt. Hermon must have been too confining for Stacy, and he ran away from school. Between the ages of 16 and 19 he tried several things. He went to sea for a while as an assistant cook. He played semi-pro baseball for the town of Everett, Massachusetts, along with his friend Malcolm Carman of Deer Isle. Then he realized he needed some more schooling if he wanted to pursue some trade, so he enrolled at Gray's Business School in Portland, Maine, and learned bookkeeping. His penmanship was very clear and firm, and his ability with math suited this occupation.
Right after finishing, he got a job in Newmarket, New Hampshire, as a bookkeeper, or accountant as it would be called today. Then he got another, better job at the E.M. Cross Machine Company in Berlin. This area had much appeal, for it was a wonderful place for hunting in the vast north woods, and fishing in the many lakes and rivers.
Ben, as he was now called, met Lydia Anna Gilbert in Berlin when he was an ambitious and successful accountant in Mr. Cross's busy machine shop/foundry business. He was 31, she 26, a private-duty trained nurse who was on a case in Berlin. Five weeks later they were married, on April 25, 1921. They drove the car, his pride and joy, down to Portland for the honeymoon, but both of them had only a few days off. On that trip Lydia was allowed to drive the car a little, but it could not have been very successful, for she never did learn to drive. They set up housekeeping at a house at 517 Third Avenue. They had five children, four of whom survived: Jean Elizabeth (1923), Ruth Anne (1924-2000), David Philip (1926), and Robert Elliott (1934).
Mr. Cross found Ben so helpful that he taught him a good deal about the business that catered to the paper mills in the area. The Crosses had no children, and when Ben was named Executor in Mr. Cross's will, Ben decided to acquire the business. With a partner, Bill Metze, Ben took out a huge (for the time) loan of $33,000 and proceeded to buy the company, retaining most of the 25 or so employees. (I recall that the telephone number was just plain "One"!) He had a worrisome time during the Depression with the company, his young family, and new house, but somehow he was able to keep things going.
The shop made money. It must have -- Ben and Lydia's new house on a hilltop at 437 Second Avenue had five bedrooms, and was quite fine for Berlin. It was located on a large piece of land that extended over many acres; Ben hoped that after he built his house, others would buy lots and help develop the area at the end of Second Avenue. Son David still holds this land, selling timber from time to time.
At the shop there was a small office, a little more comfortable than the rest of the place, where things looked to me like something out of Charles Dickens. I occasionally helped in the office with filing and other chores on Saturdays. I watched the men sometimes as they poured the molten iron into molds, working on the dirt floor in the foundry, or taking a drink from the barrel of lemonade with one dipper for everybody. Times have changed! And if you drove up Glen Avenue in Berlin today, you would see no trace of the E. M. Cross Machine Co.
Every summer Ben took the family to Deer Isle, never anywhere else, on vacation. In the early years we all stayed with Grammy at The Ark, for just a couple of weeks; we joined the regular boarders for the wonderful meals. Then Ben bought a large property covering some of Pressey's Point and hired Ralph Torrey and Bert Dow to build a small camp on the shore in 1938. He planned to use it for a fishing camp. Although it didn't seem large enough for our family, we insisted on staying there for the whole summer, and we did that for several years. Ben would join us now and then when he could get away from the shop; he was always so happy to see the ocean and his home island. He really loved Deer Isle. I recall that during World War II when everyone was urged to buy war bonds and every town had its quota, Ben would buy up Deer Isle's entire quota by himself. He seemed to feel a responsibility for "his" island, and he was surely one of its most successful sons.
Ben had some good friends in Berlin; Mr. Colbath, cashier at the local bank, Mr. Corbin, a mayor of the city (NIBROC paper towels were named for him), and Mr. Stanley, a plumbing business owner. They would go hunting for partridge, woodcock, rabbits, coots, deer, even bear, in fall and winter. We always had dogs, pointers or beagles--sometimes as many as six; they lived outside. In spring and summer it was fishing time for everything from smelts in the smallest brook to halibut in the deep sea. Ben kept a motor boat at Errol, 30 miles upriver from Berlin. For a supply of baitfish Ben had built a small pond near our house; we used it for swimming. At Deer Isle he had a succession of boats, including a "peapod" that he could sail like a master, but his favorite was a rather large working lobster boat. Our family often had delicious trout, salmon, and halibut; we didn't care much for dining on rabbits and coots, no matter how mother fixed them.
Occasionally Ben and his friends would travel farther afield in their hunting and fishing expeditions. They went north to Canada on a long trip once, returning with some yard-long salmon that he preserved in the Berlin town icehouse. In other sports travel, Ben went to boxing matches in Boston, and baseball games here and there. Also, Ben was a winner at skeet shooting, and he had a large and valuable collection of hunting guns.
Ben had musical talent also. A self-taught fiddler, Ben had a couple of violins, and he would sometimes entertain us children with his lively renditions of "Oh Dem Golden Slippers," "The Wreck of the Old 97" and many other tunes. He knew how to play chords on the piano, and taught me to accompany him after we acquired a piano (brother Bob still has that piano). I still have one of the violins. Dad had fun with music, and he encouraged us kids to do the same.
I'm sure Ben had other talents as well, but he had no interest at all in building or tools. I never saw him with a hammer, shovel, rake, screwdriver or any other tool in his hand, but Bob remembers him trimming trees in back of the farm, carefully saving the birches.
Around 1942, when the war began to impose inconveniences on the small businessman such as price controls and labor freezes, Ben sold the machine company and devoted his working time to the Berlin City National Bank. He had been on the Board of Directors for many years and its President as well. Essentially, Ben retired in his mid-fifties; he was a savvy stock market investor. Ben bought a new car every year, a distinct pleasure for him and for us children when he drove us to school after our noontime dinner. The cars were usually Buicks.
Mother had played a lot of bridge with her women friends, and after a while, Ben took it up also. He did not follow any rules or pay attention to his partner's cues, but nevertheless he had some innate strategy that seemed to work, because he was a frequent winner!
Around the age of 60 Ben showed signs of diabetes, and he eventually lost a leg from the knee down; after that he was pretty much confined to the house. He had a prosthetic leg but seldom used it; he used a wheelchair. His bed was moved downstairs, and a bathroom added nearby. Television had just arrived on the scene, a great blessing for Ben, especially the Lawrence Welk Show. The best gift I ever found for Dad was a gadget with a 20-foot wire from his bedside to the TV; when he didn't want to hear the irritating ads, he could turn the sound off. This was long before the "mute" button came along, or the remote control!
When Bob, the youngest child, was through high school and off to Bentley School of Accounting, Ben decided around 1952 that he wanted to spend more time in Deer Isle. He decided to have the farmhouse on his property remodeled, with an oil heater in the living room. He and Mother would then leave for Maine early in May and stay there until October. He would gladly have stayed there year-round except (as he once said) "It costs too much to die in Maine" -- so for inheritance tax purposes he stayed a citizen of New Hampshire.
These last few years Ben managed to have a good life even with his artificial leg and wheelchair. Dr. Harry Kopfmann became a good friend. At this time Ben was the sole owner of The Ark, which had not been open since 1942. He tried to sell the place by placing ads in the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times. He finally got rid of the maintenance and painting problems by selling the old homestead to a Connecticut woman who bought it mostly for the antique furniture. She paid $6000, I believe; years later The Ark (Pilgrim's Inn now) was resold for about a million dollars.
Ben's life ended on September 25, 1966 at age 75 after he had a heart attack at home in Deer Isle, and another one in the Blue Hill Hospital. He had provided generously for his family, and we have vivid memories of our esteemed progenitor!
jlk
Revised 4/12/03
The Berlin Sun
February 15, 2019Jean Haskell Loesch Krauklin was born in Berlin, N.H., on March 30, 1923, the oldest daughter of Benjamin and Lydia Haskell. Her younger siblings were Ruth Haskell Young, David Haskell and Robert Haskell.
She died peacefully on Feb. 9, 2019, at age 95, in Alpharetta, Ga. Her remains will be buried in Deer Isle, Maine, where she spent many summer vacations. A private memorial service will be held in July 2019.
Jean graduated from Berlin High School and Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. She was married to Buchanan Loesch for 25 years and lived in Reading, Mass. After their divorce, Jean moved to St. Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands. She and her second husband, Ewald Krauklin, lived there and later moved to Port St. Lucie, Florida. After Ewald died in 1992, Jean and Vollmer Hetherington became a couple; they lived first in Hampton, N.H., then Cary, N.C. Following his death, she moved into Tapestry House in Alpharetta.
Jean is survived by her daughter Karen Loesch Whitehill and husband Richard of Earlysville, Va.; son Peter Loesch of Nashville, Tenn.; son Stacy Loesch and wife Louise Keim-Loesch of Roswell, Ga.; and daughter-in-law Sharon Loesch of Chester, N.H., wife of Kenneth Loesch who died in 2011. Jean's six grandchildren are Samuel and Jacob Whitehill, Jeffrey Loesch, who died in 2014; Kimberly Loesch Bears and David and Jonathan Loesch.
Jean held jobs as secretary, editor and realtor, and maintained many friendships through the years. She enjoyed traveling, reading, and had a lifelong passion for classical music, playing the flute in several amateur orchestras and chamber music groups.
Ewald Krauklin
by Jean Loesch KrauklinHere is the house in Methuen, Mass., where Ewald spent his young days with his family of mother, father (both immigrants from Latvia in 1910 or so), one brother, Edmund, and an aunt and uncle also from Latvia who stayed there some of the time. It's on a pleasant short street and has a really pretty garden. After Ewald' parents died, he came back home to live in the house (early retirement, about 12 years ago), and this is where he and I spent the summer of '83, aside from our many short trips and one long one.
Ewald's father was a skilled carpenter and worked in Lawrence. He was also an avid amateur photographer, which is why there are hundreds of pictures in the house of all sorts of subjects. His mother was quick to learn English and to adapt to American life; she was the first in the family to get a car & learn to drive, to become a citizen, to take advantage of cultural opportunities. She was determined to give her eldest son, particularly, the kind of life she would like to have had herself, given the chance. He learned to speak Latvian along with English, for one thing.
So at the age of 7 Ewald started the violin. Just like in the cartoons, he wanted to be playing ball with the other kids, but persevered, and pretty soon Professor Record, his teacher, had an outstanding pupil on his hands. Ewald really had a lot of talent, and was very smart besides. It wasn't long before he was known around the area as a "child prodigy", as local newspaper clippings put it.
When he was in school it was Depression time, and the whole Krauklin family went to work to help out. Ewald's jobs were in the local Lawrence mills, in a grocery store, and especially in a bicycle shop, where he did rentals and repairs after school and on weekends. A few of his violin solo jobs paid, but very little in those days.
After high school graduation, Ewald was awarded a scholarship (partial) to the New England Conservatory. This was in 1938. So he went back and forth on the train every day, practiced hard, had a good teacher, and was doing very well indeed, with a view perhaps to playing in a symphony or even aiming for a concert career.
It was in his third year that I met Ewald. He was playing in the NYA Symphony (National Young Administration, a Roosevelt era federally sponsored employment situation) and it met every afternoon at a building on the Charles River right near where I was going to secretarial school at Katharine Gibbs on Marlborough Street. I heard about this orchestra and used to drop in to hear it rehearse on my way home from school. Pretty soon I got acquainted with some of the young people, and one of them was Ewald in the first violin section. This picture shows about how he looked at that time tall, slim, black wavy hair, and quiet and shy.
He took me along when the orchestra did broadcasts over the radio, and to concerts by the Conservatory, and to Pops concerts etc. Also a movie when he could afford it. He had an old Packard he was quite proud of, and of course it was unusual for a college student to have a car in those days. Sometimes in the evening he would drive his mother into Boston where she sang in a Latvian choral group, and while she was there Ewald would drop in at my dorm at No. 96 The Fenway and we would go off riding. Oddly, although he knew I could play the flute, he never heard me play it until 40 years later, nor did I ever hear him play alone on the violin until we re-met in 1982.
1941 of course meant that World War II had begun, and in the spring of 1942 Ewald enlisted; he went into the Signal Corps after basic training. He went to several schools studying radar, at Northeastern for one. After he left there (I was working in Boston at this time) we kept in touch by letters for a year or so. My last letter to him (which he still has) announced my marriage. This was no surprise to Ewald, as we had never had serious intentions.
So off went Ewald to Italy in the service. Here are some pictures of his early army career. In Italy Ewald was an Airborne Radar Specialist. He flew in planes doing tasks such as air-supplying the Italian Partisans operating behind the German lines, and also participated in the invasion of Southern France. After the German surrender in 1945 he went back to be reassigned, but on his way to the Pacific Theater Japan also surrendered.
After WW II the military found that it needed electronic specialists to maintain their foreign bases and they turned to private industry for help. Ewald was working for Philco in Philadelphia, and on a contract basis he went to Japan with the occupation forces. During the next 10 years or so Ewald lived mostly in Japan and (from what I hear from other co-workers I have met) he was considered a genuine genius at problem solving as well as organizing big projects. He got to see and work in almost every city in Japan, as well as on ships off Korea. He was in charge of 175 technicians.
Promoted again, he moved back to Philadelphia where he was manager of 600 technicians stationed worldwide. At this time there was a good deal of traveling about, as far as Iran, etc.
Over the years in Japan Ewald found he became very much interested in Japanese art--he bought all he could of woodblock prints, netsuke, scrolls, early illustrated books and dozens of other things that he suspected would become valuable later on. He shipped carton after carton home to Methuen, where his mother patiently stashed them away. He also got into Japanese stamp collecting and spoke Japanese well enough to join and enjoy a stamp collecting club, he being the only American member at the time.Also in the collecting line, in Philadelphia he began buying up historical materials found in antique shops, bookstores, art shops, etc., and continued shipping them to his Mass. home, as he was still living in hotels, the most convenient way for a bachelor. The house in Methuen was becoming a museum...
In 1970 Ewald's father died, and his mother had died sometime earlier. This left the old family home empty. Ewald by this time was tired of his rat-race managing job and had no aspirations to rise higher in the hierarchy at Philco-Ford, so at age 50 he quit with a small pension and returned to the old homestead. Now he began the task of organizing his collections and accumulations. For a change of pace he worked on the two Porches he had acquired, one from Japan, a 1959 silver colored convertible, and a 1960 cream colored coupe. These have required many hours of hard work to maintain in the great condition they're in now.
After 35 years of not touching a violin, Ewald began to wonder if he could still play. Having collected 20 or so of these, he fixed one up as his favorite and joined a small orchestra at Phillips Andover Academy. The playing ability came back quickly, and Ewald also started to play a viola in order to have more versatility. He joined the Nashua Symphony and from there he got into a string quartet, which call themselves The Francois Wineau Quartet.
Now it was 1982, and Ewald expected he would live out his life contentedly (but rather lonely) at 18 Miller Street. He has a family nearby--his brother married and had two children, who in turn have their own children, and they always included him in family doings.
One night after symphony rehearsal, Art Olsson handed Ewald a copy of the Amateur Chamber Music Players directory, covering the "western hemisphere". Leafing through it at home, Ewald did a double take when he saw my name listed under St. Croix, Virgin Islands. He decided to write & say hello and break the 40-year hiatus.
Receiving his note, I was flabbergasted to say the least. I answered it, with a note I hoped was as nice as his was. After a few letters we found out we were both single, and then the letters went faster--plus phone calls. We decided to meet on my next trip north. This was a great success; his friends Art and Georgia Olsson put me up at their home in Nashua, and Ewald collected me every day for various trips & outings.
The rest of this story you all know pretty well...and our little wedding on October 29 was just as we wanted it, although it got a little bigger than we thought. It was to be only us and the Olsson's (Ewald is still kind of shy & embarrassed at times) but Ken & Sharon came (bringing Uncle Dave who was on his way back from Deer Isle), and Ewald's brother and most of his family came too. Olsson's gave us a lovely champagne party at their home, and some of us went and had dinner together at the Charte House in Nashua.
We got my ring in England--it has a row of 5 diamonds on top, a style I like very much. We didn't get Ewald's ordered on time; in fact it still isn't ordered, so we used a substitute, I hope this means good luck. We'll find one soon, probably here.
I hope you feel you know Ewald a little better now, and I am sure you will agree that your mom is in good hands. We plan to live in St.Croix from Oct - May and up north the rest of the year. We may settle in southern New Hampshire after another year or so. Ewald wants to get out of Massachusetts for tax reasons as he starts to dispose of his collections. Hey, does anybody want a Revolutionary War soldier's personal diary??? How about a guitar with 15 strings???
Newsletter of the Haskell Family Society
Volume 10, No. 1, March 2001RUTH HASKELL YOUNG, 76, of Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA, formerly of St. Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands, died December 6, 2000 after a long and courageous battle with cancer.
Survivors include her sister, HFS member Jean Krauklin of Florida; brothers, David and Robert Haskell of Maine; her children: Jonathan Deborah, Gar, and Timothy; grandchildren, Rebecca and Ethan, as well as two children and six grandchildren from Mr. Young's previous marriages.
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Newsletter of the Haskell Family Society
Volume 10, No. 2, June 2001Ruth Haskell Young of Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA, formerly of St. Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands, died on December 6, 2000 after a long and courageous battle with cancer. She was 76.
Ruth Anne Haskell was born in Berlin, New Hampshire. She spent her summers in Deer Isle, Maine, where she was known to row herself and her cello across Northwest Harbor to attend music lessons.
Though she graduated as the valedictorian of her senior high school class in Berlin, Ruth was not encouraged to go to college, and she attended the Katharine Gibbs School instead. Later she worked her way through two years of college at Northwestern and Radcliffe but dropped out to care for her two young children. She was to complete her undergraduate degree with honours at Harvard some 40 years later.
A variety of jobs in Boston gave her broad experience. During World War II she worked at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology's Radiation Laboratory and, after the war, at Harvard Business School and at Design Research in Cambridge.
Ruth moved with her two children by her first husband to St. Croix, U. S. Virgin Islands in 1954 and remained there for 35 years. In the early years she was working as a public stenographer when she met the late Warren H. Young, an attorney and later Federal District Court Judge, who hired her as his secretary. Several years later Warren and Ruth were married and had two children together. She was widowed in 1980.
During the 1970s and early 1980s, Ruth became a real estate broker, eventually rising to the position of president of the foremost real estate firm on the island. She relocated to Boston in 1985 after her retirement.
Ruth was an enthusiastic musician her entire life. An amateur cellist and pianist, Ruth was enamoured of chamber music. In Boston she continued her musical passion with a number of small chamber groups. She loved the arts and was one of the founders of St. Croix's Island Center for the Performing Arts.
She was also an intrepid world traveler. Ruth especially loved long ocean voyages, and despite having once been shipwrecked in the Bay of Alaska, completed a shipboard circumnavigation, as well as embarking on other trips to the Pacific and the Mediterranean.
Ruth Young is survived by sister, longtime HFS member Jean Krauklin of Port St. Lucie, Florida; brothers, David and Robert Haskell of Deer Isle; children: Jonathan of Cambridge, and Deborah of Somerville, Massachusetts, Gar of Reston, Virginia; and Timothy of Rowley, Massachusetts; two grandchildren, Rebecca and Ethan; nieces and nephews, and two children and six grandchildren from Mr. Young's previous marriages.
Newsletter of the International Haskell Family Society
Volume 14, No. 4, December 2005DAVID PHILLIP HASKELL, 79, passed away peacefully at his home on September 12, 2005. Born July 25, 1926, in Berlin, New Hampshire, he was son of Benjamin Stacy and Lydia (Gilbert) Haskell.
He served in the U.S. Navy, mainly in the Pacific, during WWII and in the Korean conflict. He attended Brown University and, after graduating from the Bentley School of Accounting in Boston, joined the Chase Manhattan Bank. He was at the bank's Puerto Rico branches about a year as auditor and spent the remainder of his Chase career in New York, rising to vice president. He served as an elected councilman in Westwood, N.J. In 1976 David retired from the bank and moved to Deer Isle, where he pursued his favorite pastime of sailing and was a founding member of the Royal Sedgwick Yacht Club.
He is survived by two daughters and a son: Janet Millar-Haskell and husband David of Mesa, Arizona, Nancy Cortez and husband Brett, and William G. Haskell, all of Deer Isle; their mother, Barbara B. Haskell, of Deer Isle; grandchildren Justin and Catherine Millar-Haskell, and Nicole Cortez; sister Jean Loesch Krauklin of Port St. Lucie, Florida; brother Robert E. Haskell of Deer Isle, and several nieces and nephews. A sister, Ruth Young, predeceased him
After cremation, his remains were committed privately to the waters of the Penobscot
Bay he loved so dearly.
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U.S. World War II Navy Muster Rolls, 1938-1949
Name: David Phillip Haskell
Ship, Station or Activity: YMS 22
Ship Number or Designation: YMS-22
Muster Date: 30 Nov 1945
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U.S., Department of Veterans Affairs BIRLS Death File, 1850-2010
Name: David Haskell
Gender: Male
Birth Date: 25 Jul 1926
Death Date: 12 Sep 2005
Branch 1: N
Enlistment Date 1: 18 Jul 1944
Release Date 1: 10 Jun 1946
The Record (Hackensack, NJ) and Herald News (West Paterson, NJ)
December 3, 2012HASKELL, Barbara (Bradshaw), age 86, died on December 1, 2012, at the Island Nursing Home in Deer Isle, Maine.
Born on November 28, 1926, to Wesley and Mary E. Bradshaw in New London, CT, Barbara graduated from the University of Connecticut in 1944 cum laude as valedictorian with a Bachelor of Science in Economics.
She met her husband, David Philip Haskell, while working at Chase Manhattan Bank. The couple lived in Westwood, NJ, for over 25 years. Barbara returned to work as a payroll clerk at Abraham and Strauss Department Store after raising her three children. She enjoyed bowling and playing bridge.
In later years, she lived with her daughter Nancy and family in Maine and then Alabama. Because of worsening Alzheimer's disease, she was cared for at the Island Nursing Home for the last 1½ years.
She was predeceased by her parents and her sister, Dorothy Williams, as well as her former husband, David.
She leaves behind three children; Dr. Janet Millar-Haskell (David), of Mesa, Arizona, Nancy Jean Haskell, of Enterprise, Alabama, and William Gordon Haskell, of Deer Isle. She also leaves three grandchildren; David Justin and Catherine Millar-Haskell, and Nicole Cortez, as well as numerous nieces and nephews.
Bangor Daily News
February 13, 2012DEER ISLE - Robert E. Haskell, 77, died Feb. 10, 2012, at home after a yearlong battle with a type of leukemia known as AML. He was born March 8, 1934, in Berlin, N.H., the second son of Benjamin Stacy and Lydia Gilbert Haskell.
Bob graduated from Berlin High School and Bentley School of Accounting, Boston. He joined his brother working at Chase Manhattan Bank, New York City. He entered the U.S. Army in 1956, qualified as a clarinetist, and served in the 434th Army Band, Fort Gordon, Ga., and later the 8th Army Band, Seoul, Korea.
Upon being discharged in 1958, he returned to Chase Bank. He went back to Korea the following year to marry Shin Soon Ok, who joined him six months later. A few years after, they moved to Long Island, where they lost their first-born son Daniel, at age 3 1/2, to an automobile accident near their home. To help heal from this tragedy, they moved back to the City, this time to Staten Island, with their two daughters.
Chase Bank then assigned Bob to a post in Rio de Janeiro, helping set up computer centers there and in Sao Paulo, a four-year tour with his growing family which, shortly after arriving in Rio, now included a third daughter. Upon returning to the U.S., again living on Long Island, Bob became weary of the commuting life and began looking for an opportunity to move to Maine. That opportunity materialized in 1974 and they moved into his house on Deer Isle. Concerned about how his children of mixed parentage would be accepted at school, the parents' fears soon disappeared when Susanne came home one day to announce she had been elected president of her class. Bob was extremely proud of the academic accomplishments of all their children, each of whom went on from high school in Deer Isle to earn degrees at fine universities.
Bob worked at a number of jobs on the Island, served for a time on the school board, as second selectman in Deer Isle for at least 15 years, as treasurer of the local power company for six years, and with his wife, operated a few rental properties. But Bob's lifelong passion was amateur music. Starting with the dance band he led in high school, to the Dixieland group he managed in Seoul, Korea - "Haskell's Rascals" - to the many groups he joined in once he moved to Maine: The Bright Moments Jazz Band, The Bayside Stompers, the Prevailing Winds Sax Quartet, and several municipal bands in the area, including, at various times, Ellsworth Band, Castine Band, Bangor Band, Brewer Hometown Band, and the one he loved most dearly, the Deer Isle Fourth of July Band. Bob could also be found in Deer Isle and Sunset churches, playing Mozart or Favre on his clarinet at the invitation of Professor Vernon Gotwals. In the late 1980s he joined Blue Hill Big Band and, after a break-up, reorganized it under his own name. For more than 20 years the Bob Haskell Big Band entertained at dances, weddings, and in general carried forward the sounds of the 1930s and 1940s. One of the band's last times together was to celebrate Bob's 75th birthday in 2009. Bob was proud to have been born just two years after the death of his hero, John Philip Souza, and was grateful that the time he spent in New York City allowed him to hear in person such jazz giants as Louis Armstrong, Red Nichols and Wilbur de Paris among others.
Surviving are his beloved and devoted wife of 52 years, Soon O. Haskell; daughters, Dr. Susanne Haskell of Newton, Mass., Carol Cavanaugh and husband, Tim, of Merrimac, Mass., and their children, Andrew, Michael and Julia, and Catherine Haskell and husband, Bob Byers, of Andover, Mass., and their children, Leo, Nate and Tess. Also surviving is his sister, Jean Krauklin of Cary, N.C.; as well as many nieces and nephews.
Predeceasing Bob were his son, Daniel; his sister, Ruth Young of Cambridge, Mass.; and his brother, David Haskell of Deer Isle.
A celebration of Bob's life will be held at a later date. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Island Nursing Home, Deer Isle; or Deer Isle Stonington Historical Society. Arrangements by Bragdon-Kelley Funeral Homes, Stonington.
Died of typhoid fever. Buried Mt. Adams Cemetery, Deer Isle.
Crockett E. Dow at age 33 was a yachtsman (1900 Federal Census for Deer Isle).
The Courier-News (Bridgewater, N.J.)
November 27, 1981Scotch-Plains - Joan Evans Erholm, 79, died Wednesday (Nov. 25, 1981) at her home.
She was born in Searsport, Maine, and moved to Scotch Plains in 1925, where she lived for the rest of her life.
She was employed as an assembler at the Elictrical Industries Co. of Murray Hill, retiring in 1974.
She was a member of All Saints Episcopal Church of Scotch Plains,
Her husband, Harry W, Erholm, died in 1957. He was chief of police in Scotch Plains for 18 years.
Surviving are a daughter, Pearl H. Dodge of Beverly, Mass.; a stepson, Herbert L. Erholm of Salyorsburg, Pa.; eight grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren