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29 December 2001
Tustin, Calif.
"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy,"
said F. Scott Fitzgerald
Perhaps he wasn't a hero in the true sense of the word, but
to the men who fought under his command, he was an American military
legend. Major General Maurice Rose was the Commanding General
of the US Third Armored Division during World War Two and spearheaded
some of the most strategic battles in the campaign to defeat
Nazi Germany. He was killed in action while leading his men in
the last days of the fighting in the war.
It was while I was researching his military record to write the
General's biography in a joint project with my literary partner
and co-author, Steven L. Ossad, that I discovered the General
had a son, who was only four years old when his father died in
1945.
In 1996, fifty-one years after the death of General Rose, I began
to search for the son, named Maurice Roderick Rose. As a member
of the Third Armored Division Association from time to time,
I would submit brief short stories in the Association's quarterly
Newsletter about my wartime experiences and memories. One story
in particular, "The Man from Colorado," featured my
memory of General Rose at Carentan, France, one of the D-Day
objectives. It caught the eye of former Major Haynes Dugan, who
served in General Rose's Headquarters and later became the Division
Association Historian. He informed me that the General's son
was in law enforcement in San Antonio, Texas.
I then contacted my law enforcement sources and obtained his
phone number at his office and his title -- Chief of Police of
San Antonio Airport. I made the call and quickly identified myself
as having served with his father during the war. That failed
to impress him and he answered, "So what do you want with
me?" I explained the biography project and that I was seeking
as much information as possible to establish the family history,
after learning his widowed mother was still alive in San Antonio.
In the course of conversation, he bluntly asked the surprise
question, "Have you found my brother Mike?" I had to
admit that I was not aware that he had a brother. It was then
that I learned that his father had been married twice and that
Mike was his son from the first marriage. Asking him for details,
the best he could recall from information given to him by his
mother, Virginia, was that his father had married a young woman
from the Salt Lake City area with the odd first name of Venus.
Her family name had been either Hanson or Larson. I had nothing
else to go on and thus began my long search to find his missing
half-brother, not knowing if his half-brother was still alive.
I assumed that if Venus Hanson/Larson was from Salt Lake City
that chances are she was a Mormon and that the odds being in
my favor, I could quickly check the Mormon Library, which has
the finest genealogy records in the world. But it was one disappointment
after another. I spent hours at the Mormon Branch Library (open
to the public) in Orange, California, checking indexes and ordering
numerous microfiche reels of tape from Salt Lake City Main Library.
I was seeking records of her residing in Utah during the period
of 1920 to 1930 and giving birth to a son. She, Venus Hanson
or Larson, could not be found in their records. But I was not
discouraged nor ready to give up as young Maurice (known as Reece)
said his brother Mike did exist and I intended to find him.
Months went by and it soon led to years, but I couldn't turn
it loose without finding Mike Rose for his brother Reece. Unless
you have a brother, you wouldn't understand that it is a "brother
thing." I also leaned on my partner Steve and my family
members with computers to lend a hand at the task. All were willing,
and despite their jobs and family obligations, they searched
the Internet for clues. It became a team effort.
It was Steve Ossad who, on April 20, 2001, turned up the first
critical hint; he located a Venice Hanson in Utah. Apparently,
Venice had become Venus in the "Texas-speak" translation
and had thrown us off the trail. Now we got into the search full
bore. I then went to the National Archives in Laguna Niguel,
California, and dug through the microfiche US National Census
for 1920 (January) and there was Venice residing with her parents
and two brothers at 1365 Emerson Avenue, Salt Lake City. This
was the match we had been looking for. Next my daughter Donna
found Venice Hanson listed in Ancestry.com under her mother Maud's
maiden family name, Payne (Utah Pioneers) and that gave us burial
dates and locations that led to finding Venice's burial date
in 1962 in Salt Lake City in the family plot. Here the trail
went cold. But not for long, when the value of our computers
came into play for research.
Daughter Donna, searching the Yahoo site, turned up a hit on
a Maurice Rose, Major, USMC, who had written a paper while attending
the Marine Corps University at Quantico, Virginia in 1956-57.
Backtracking to the old newspaper published obituary for the
death of grandfather Rabbi Samuel Rose in the Denver News
in 1945, it listed a grandson, "Maurice, serving with the
Marines." Now began another segment of the growing mystery
-- suddenly we have three men all with the name of Maurice --
a father and his two sons, all with the same first name! This
Maurice-the-Marine had to be the missing brother, a.k.a. Mike.
So we knew Mike-the-Marine was alive in 1955, but where was he
now? My son Gary, a former newspaper reporter, suggested contacting
the Salt Lake City leading newspaper to check the obituary desk
and ask for the file on the burial of Venice Rose in 1962. Gary
made the call and learned that Venice Rose had been buried in
Salt Lake City in the family plot; however, she had died in Spokane,
Washington, on 7 March 1962. Gary then suggested that I phone
the Spokane News and ask the obituary desk to obtain a
copy of the obit for Venice Rose. The information in the obit
stated that a son, a Major in the Marines, survived Mrs. Venice
Rose. So where was he now? We felt we were getting closer, but
we had a 38-year gap to close.
Late one night, Donna was surfing the Internet in the military.com
site and found a great hit. It read: "Colonel Maurice Rose,
MOS 9906 [meaning unassigned colonel], Retired, USMC, 1974"
BINGO! Next to bridge the gap of 1974, to the present.
Through a friend in Washington, DC, Ed Miller, an Army retired
Lt. Colonel, I learned that if I wrote a letter to the US Marine
Corps Headquarters at Quantico, Virginia, and addressed it to
Col. Rose, they would forward the letter, if he was still alive,
to his last known home of record at the time of retirement. The
letter written and mailed, I sat back and waited for the reply,
which was not forthcoming. After nearly a month had passed, my
letter sent to the Marine Corps and addressed to Col. Rose was
returned and stamped "Undeliverable -- addressee unknown,"
which meant he had moved. But it gave his old address. An invaluable
clue!
The next day I drove down to the old address, listed on the returned
envelope, in the small village of Fallbrook, CA; it was located
right outside the back gate of Camp Pendleton. My first stop
was next door to his former home; there I met a very helpful
couple, Mr. & Mrs. Robert Reed, who had known Col. "Mike"
and his wife, Pat. They informed me that Mike had sold the place
a few years back and moved to the nearby city of Vista. But he
now had an unlisted phone number.
I tried my sources to find the unlisted number to no avail. I
then decided to contact Phyllis Reed one more time and try to
obtain Mike's phone number. It paid off -- on Sunday, December
9th, my phone rang and when I answered, the voice on the other
end said, "This is Mike Rose, I understand that you have
been looking for me. What for?" Those words were similar
to those used by his brother Reece when I called him in 1996!
I quickly explained my mission, in keeping with my promise, trying
to locate him for his half-brother Reece, in Texas, who had been
searching for him his entire adult life. I asked Mike's permission
to phone Reece and give him his phone number and he said, "Sure,
go ahead." I made the call as soon as we hung up. When I
told Reece that I had finally found his brother Mike, all he
could say was, "The hell you did! My friends in the DEA
and FBI couldn't find him! Man, you are some detective!"
He then became choked with emotion. He thanked me profusely and
asked if I thought it was all right to call Mike right then.
I said, "Reece, it's time -- make the call." He did
so immediately.
The two men -- Mike, now 76 and the other, Reece, soon to be
61 -- are planning on a California "family reunion"
in the spring of 2002, though each of them is very aware that
it will be the first meeting of the two sons of General
Maurice Rose. Considering my involvement in the "discovery,"
I hope to be invited.
In the interim, they are exchanging phone calls, photos and e-mails
to get better acquainted. Now that they have found each other,
they have many lost years to make up for. So the long lost brother
has finally been found -- fate meant it to be.
Condensed and edited versions of this article
appeared previously in a 2002 issue of the 3rd Armored Division
Association Newsletter and in a 2004 issue of the 2nd Armored
Division Bulletin.
Publication or reproduction, in part or whole,
is prohibited without written permission from the author, Don
R. Marsh. All rights remain the sole property of The Marsh Family
Trust.
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