OK, raise your hand if you've ever heard of cousin Bob (at least, I suppose he went by the name of Bob). He and his brother Edward, sons of Logan and Chestia Kemery Harshbarger, were total surprises to me, and to my husband, who remembers vividly visiting Logan and "Chesty" in their golden years.
Robert, as it turns out, was born December 9, 1915 in Whitley County, Indiana. He was the first of only two children. He apparently did well in school because in 1936 he was selected to be Indiana's representative in the midwest sectional contest in farm accounting. He qualified for the $100 merchandise certificate from the International Harvester Co by winning the state contest. So he was doing well at what he did. In 1940 the census lists him as a farm laborer by occupation, an unpaid family worker by class of worker, with 0 income. He had completed his fourth year of high school, most likely in 1933 or 34. But perhaps it was the Great Depression that had kept him from finding the career he probably wanted to have.
Robert had one answer for that. He joined the US Army on March 18, 1941 and reported to Fort Benjamin Harrison in Indiana. He was still single. In the service, he was a medical technician and apparently a very good one. He was in the States for three years, eight months, and days, and was given credit for 1 year, 1 month, and 11 days of overseas service, which included transportation time. He actually served on the island of Luzon in the Philippines from December 1, 1944 to December 1, 1945. Actually, the battle for Luzon didn't begin until January 9, 1945 so he was probably in a staging area somewhere, until the battle began. He must have seen many truly terrible, horrific scenes, whether he was in the field or in a hospital setting. He earned a total of 4 Bronze stars while he was in the service, was promoted to corporal, and earned a number of medals and ribbons for his service. He was separated from the service on January 19, 1946 after having served his country for almost five years.
I'm not sure what his life looked like for the next few years. He married but I haven't determined the maiden name of his wife. Her first name was Aileen, and this wasn't her first marriage because a woman identified as the daughter of Mrs. Robert Harshbarger was married in 1953. This indicates that Aileen may have been older than Robert,
The next information I located was confusing, because Citizens State Bank was advertising household items, including what sounds like most of the furnishings for a home, and a 1951 Studebaker, at a public auction, as the guardian of Robert D. Harshbarger. This was on December 5, 1956. I found in the court order books that Robert had been judged insane early in the year and sent to the Norman Beatty Memorial Hospital for the criminally insane. I didn't look at the insanity filings, but I know it involved the sheriff of Allen County and the VA hospital there, so the problem may have been an ongoing one. Given what Robert had likely seen at Luzon, perhaps now his illness would be recognized as PTSD, but that was not a diagnosis at the time. He spent about 2 1/2 years in the hospital, being declared sane in 1958 and having his full civil rights restored. Life still didn't go well for Robert, as his wife filed for divorce in late 1959 and the divorce was finalized in 1960.
The next thing we hear about Robert is that he has died. On January 20,1976, he was walking on Highway 205 in Thorncreek township near his home, when he was hit by a driver who didn't see him and didn't have tie to stop. Death came within minutes. The last years were a sad ending for a boy who had accounting skills, who had served his country for almost five years, who had married with all the hopes and dreams that young men had, and then had lost control of his life. His parents must have celebrated and suffered right along with him.
I'm proud to honor Robert Dell Harshbarger for this service to his country, and to introduce him to his extended Harshbarger family.
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