Lester was born March 13, 1897, Ewen, Michigan. He served in the 228th Regiment.
Lester was the son of William Keech and Jane McNamara. Jane was the daughter of Elizabeth Pennell and John McNamara. Elizabeth was the sister of my grandmother, Alice Smith (nee Pennell).
In the picture below, Lester is in the 2nd row, middle.
The following is from Myrtle Connolly’s book “Growing Up On A Farm”.
How well I remember the day that my brother Lester came home from Camp Borden to bid us goodbye. How smart he looked in his uniform, so tall and handsome. He knew he would have to go so he enlisted in 1916. We didn’t see Lester again until May 1919, the ar ending November 11, 1918. The sick and wounded were sent home first.
Mother sent him a box of goodies every month. He received them all except three. He used to go to Uncle Johnnie’s in London on his long leaves. He also spent some time with his grandmother Mrs. Edwin Keech (Elizabeth Forsey). Lester was her first grandson. It was a real reunion. All she could talk about weas Father who left England at the age of seventeen.
Finally Lester called Mother that he was coming home and would be stopping at the Bay to see his grandparents, the McNamara’s, which was on a Sunday, but instead came home on Sunday, therefore, there was no one to meet him from our family. Mother was preparing a big dinner. I was the one that saw a soldier coming up the road. I called Mother and sure enough it was Lester. Everybody was excited. He had changed. The war had taken away his youth. He bumped his head on the door, then on the stovepipes. He said, “I guess I had forgotten that I am taller than the door and stovepipes.”
He just stay home a short time, then went to North Bay and got a job on the railroad as a baggage man. He decided that was not for him, became a fireman on the railroad, and then an engineer.
He married Eva McChesney, bought a bungalow beside his grandparents that his grandfather had built. During the war he brought supplies by railroad up the the front lines. With bombes dropping all around this was not the most desirable place to be.
Lester died February 21, 1957, sitting in his car on Main Street, North Bay. He was so looking forward to his retirement. He had two sons, William Albert, M. D., a graduate of Western University, and Gerald Lester, PH.D., McMaster University. Bill was in the Air Force during World War II, shot down over Belgium, a prisoner of Stalag III, was in the Great Escape, which was made into a movie, and also took part in the Wooden Horse Escape.
Mrs. Hugh Ferguson, a cousin, told me “that they don’t make men like Lester Keech anymore”. She bought his bungalow after his death.
“Growing Up On A Farm” by Myrtle Connolly, pages 15-16