Several years ago, back in 2012 I think, I was combing through some of the writings of my grandmother, Henrietta Ellis Case, passed down to me by her daughter, my mother, Barbara.  Henrietta was a prolific writer and a wonderful storyteller as reflected in her many poems, short stories and journals.  I was intrigued by one of her poems written in November of 1942 titled “To A Neighbor’s Son.”

TO A NEIGHBOR’S SON-November 4, 1942
By Henrietta Ellis Case

Grey-eyed laughing twenty-one
Silver wings on tunicked chest
Hurtling down through shining sky
Roaring down to say hello
To Mom and neighbors here below.

Transfixed staring earthen-bound
Weary folk on leaden feet
Looking backward through the gloom
Seeing only danger here
A future holding naught but fear.

Wildly waving children’s arms
Futile shouts in autumn air
Shrilling upward through the blue
“Hi Hattie, Hattie hello!
You on your way to Tokyo?”

Blue eyed tense and fearful proud
Feet apart and head up-flung
Lifting heart to bridge the space
Climbing up to say hello
A mother’s soul from here below.

Praying silently O God
There goes past and future too
Let him climb through shining sky
All our hopes are in his hands
Hope of ours and far-flung lands.

Give him faith and courage too
Silver wings on boyish chest
Lifting hearts of weary folk
Bringing promise to the young
Of heroes bold if yet unsung.

Clear-eyed laughing twenty-one
Glad heart beating in your breast
Chasing evil from the sky
Come on back to say hello
Pray your neighbors here below,

At the end of the poem, my grandmother, Nana, wrote this:

Written November 4, 1942 after Harrison “Hattie” Hannah flying his warplane had buzzed Thayer Avenue in West Los Angeles, California, where we lived at 1927 Thayer and his family lived across the street.   Henrietta E. Case

Henrietta Ellis Case with her dog, Red, 1942, at their house on Thayer Ave.

By November of 1942, the United States was almost a year into World War II fighting the Germans and Italians in Europe and the Japanese in the Pacific Theatre.   The Case’s neighbor, Harrison “Hattie,” was obviously a fighter pilot.   My mother, Barbara, passed away in 2012, one month shy of her 91st birthday, so I asked my mother’s younger brother, Stan Case, if he remembered “Hattie” or knew what happened to him.  

My uncle said “I remember Hattie well.   He was a fun guy about your mom’s age. I was 8 years younger and would have been 13 when Henrietta wrote that.   Hattie buzzed our houses on Thayer several times by flying overhead at a very low altitude.   He was in pilot training with the Army Air Corps, I think, at March Field (now March Air Force Base) in Riverside County.   As I recall, he flew P-38 fighter planes.   He was shot down on a bombing run in Italy, and I’m pretty sure he was killed.  Hattie was a hero to us kids.”

Henrietta wrote presciently about this:

Weary folk on leaden feet
Looking backward through the gloom
Seeing only danger here
A future holding naught but fear.

That must have been very hard on Hattie’s parents—his whole family   So many young men were killed during World War II.   The collective amount of grief must have been staggering.   I wondered if Henrietta ever shared her poem with Hattie or his parents.   And I left it at that.   

That is until I retired and joined several years later. It was now 2019 and I came across Henrietta’s poem again.   I thought ‘I’ll just spend a little time and see if I can find anything more about Harrison “Hattie” Hannah.”  My grandmother was clearly impressed by that stunt, moved by the perilous times facing our country and the young men and women going to war, and fond of this particular young airman—enough so to write a beautiful and powerful poem in his honor.  This was worthy of some more effort.

Was I ever rewarded, thanks to Ancestry’s vast treasure trove of members’ shared information and my upgraded subscription to Publisher’s Extra which provided me with access to the deep well of digitized newspapers.  And the fact my mother kept almost everything, including yearbooks from high school and college.

The first thing I found on Ancestry was a photo of Harrison Hannah in the 1937 edition of the Chieftain—the yearbook for University High School in West Los Angeles.   On the same page was a photo of my mother, Barbara Case.   They were in the same class, 16-year-olds, and sophomores.

University High School, West Los Angeles, 1939

That find prompted me to dig out my mother’s high school yearbooks.   As I combed through her copy of the 1937 Chieftain, I noticed Hattie had signed it.

“Best of Luck to a brat who can pitch & fling woo (I guess) Hattie Hannah

I suspect Hattie was kidding around. “Pitch/fling woo” are now outdated phrases synonymous with dating, courting, kissing and cuddling.  It would seem Hattie didn’t get a chance to experience that first-hand with Barbara. Perhaps an unrequited love?

Hattie was on the junior varsity track team in 1937. He’s in the 3rd row, 6th from the left

Here are some photos of Hattie from the 1938 and 1939 Chieftains.

Junior Class Photo 1938
Junior Class Photos, Barbara Case and Harrison Hannah
Junior Varsity Track 1938. Hattie is in the 2nd row, far right
1938 Junior Varsity Football. Hattie is 2nd row, 5th from right
1939 Senior Class Photos
Harrison “Hattie” Hannah

Based on information from other members’ family trees, I learned “Hattie” was born Harrison Hayden Hannah, Jr. on July 11, 1921, in San Francisco, to Harrison Hayden Sr. and Sarah Escott.   He was a whopping 10 days older than my mom.    Hattie’s mother was from Coos Bay, Oregon.  He was an only child.

According to military records found on Ancestry’s Fold 3, Hattie enlisted with the Army Air Corps on April 5, 1941 at Ft. MacArthur in San Pedro, California.  He was 19 years old and had completed one year at Los Angeles City College. In 1942 he was hospitalized twice with chronic and acute bronchitis. 

A September 13, 1942 article in a Phoenix newspaper announced the engagement of Helen Heathington to Army Cadet Harrison Hannah.

Helen Heathington seated on the left

And a few weeks later, in a Coos Bay Oregon paper, Hattie’s mother announced from her home in Los Angeles that her son had earned his Army Air Corps wings and was commissioned an officer in commencement ceremonies at a Phoenix air base.  

September 30, 1942, Coos Bay, Oregon

Hattie was transferred to March Field in Riverside County for pilot training shortly thereafter, and he brazenly “buzzed” his and the Case’s homes on Thayer Avenue five weeks later.

Lt. Hannah was trained to fly P-38 fighter planes, a workhorse during WWII manufactured by Lockheed, and capable of reaching speeds in excess of 400mph.

Lockheed P-38

In early 1943, the young Lieutenant shipped out to an airbase in Foggia, Italy, and was attached to the 15th Air Force, 14th Fighter Group, and 48th Fighter Squadron. 

In the February 9, 1944 edition of the Los Angeles Times, it was announced First Lt. Harrison Hannah Jr. was missing in action in the Mediterranean Ocean.

A Missing in Action report, dated January 2, 1944, provided more details.   On December 30, 1943, Lt. Hannah and his 48th Fighter Squadron, flying P-38 Gs, were on a mission to escort B-17 bombers, destination Verona, Italy.   They took off from Base #7 in Foggia.  The weather was cloudy and overcast.   At around 1:30 in the afternoon, the convoy came under attack by enemy aircraft, and Lt. Hannah’s plane was shot down near Padua, Italy, just to the east of Verona. According to the three comrades who saw what happened, “Pilot disappeared from formation and it is possible that he did survive.

This news was unquestionably devastating for Hattie’s parents and his friends.  Their only child shot down in action.   But the report did say “it is possible he did survive.”      There was some hope.  

And less than one month later, on March 2, 1944, the Los Angeles papers reported First Lt. Hannah had in fact survived and was in a German prisoner of war camp.   Hattie’s obituary, dated October 19, 2000, revealed he was at the Stalag Luft 1 camp in Barth, Germany, in the far north on the coast of the Baltic Sea.  “Luft” indicated that the camp was run by the German Luftwaffe (air force) and housed captured Allied Forces pilots. It is said the presence of the camp spared the town from Allied bombing.

March 2, 1944, Los Angeles Times
German Prison Camps in World War II

Germany surrendered to the Allied Forces in May of 1945 and the war in Europe was over.   There had been no word about Lt. Hannah in over 14 months since he was captured.   Was he still alive?

This article appeared in the Los Angeles Times on July 1, 1945.

Lt. Hannah was alive, and back in the States.   He’d spent 30 months in Europe, 16 of those as a prisoner of war in Germany.   For his heroic service, he received the Air Medal with 11 Oak Leaf Clusters and a Purple Heart.  The Air Medal is awarded for single acts of heroism or meritorious achievement while participating in aerial flight.  11 Oak Leaf Clusters means Lt. Hannah received the Air Medal a most impressive 12 times.

Less than a month after his survival was reported, Hattie was engaged to be married.   But not to Helen Heathington. 

Los Angeles Times, July 19, 1945

Ruth Ingalls and her twin brother, Tommy, were also classmates with Hattie and my mother at Uni High.

1938 Chieftain Yearbook. Ruth and Tommy Ingalls are bottom right.
Ruth and Tommy Ingalls, Uni High Class of 1939. Source: The Chieftain Yearbook

Ruth and Lt. Hannah were married a month later and they would have three children over the next 14 years; two boys and a girl.  Hattie remained with the Army Air Corps, which became part of Air Force, for another 17 years and was discharged after 21 years of service in October 1962, having achieved the rank of Major.  

He served during the Korean War and, according to some articles in the Tallahassee, Florida papers, Major Hannah was director of personnel at Pope Air Force Base in North Carolina, and then in 1958 became a professor of air science at Florida State University.

Hattie and Ruth divorced in Kern County, California in 1966, and in 1976 he married Marilyn Yvonne Usher in San Bernardino County.  

A January 1984 article in the San Bernardino papers reported Harrison Hannah was serving as Program Director of the San Bernardino Community Hospital’s Care Unit.  

Harrison Hayden “Hattie” Hannah, Jr. passed away on October 25, 2000 in Palm Springs at the age of 79.   He was survived by his wife Marilyn, his and Ruth’s three children, three stepchildren, 13 grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.    He is buried at Riverside National Cemetery.   

Grey-eyed laughing twenty-one
Silver wings on tunicked chest
Hurtling down through shining sky
Roaring down to say hello
To Mom and neighbors here below.

Postcript: I wrote this story with the hope that Harrison “Hattie” Hannah’s descendants will find it and learn a little more about this man, and particularly the poem Henrietta Ellis Case wrote about him all those years ago.   The poem rightfully belongs to Hattie’s family, and my wish is it finds a good home with them.  

Casey Gauntt, Author and Grief Advisor

11 responses to “TO A NEIGHBOR’S SON”

  1. AvatarSusan Dobbins says:

    Hattie Hannah is my father. I happened upon this and was overjoyed! I cannot thank you enough. I believe I have met Barbara but cannot recall her married name. I spoke at my Dad’s funeral and wrote that he was a hero. He overcame alcoholism and devoted the remainder of his life helping others to overcome their addictions. I am very proud of my Dad and he taught me so much. Thank you for sharing this!!

  2. AvatarLinda (Ingalls) Hedien says:

    Tommy Ingalls was my father. Uncle Hattie and Aunt Ruthie were such a major part of my life. Your article brought tears, laughter and memories. Thank you and God bless.

    • Casey GaunttCasey Gauntt says:

      Linda, I’m so happy the story and my grandmother’s poem found you and your family. I’ll send you a few other photos that didn’t make it in the story. Warm regards Casey

  3. AvatarTammy Huffman says:

    I’m Tammy Hannah Huffman. Hattie was my grandad. I’m Michael’s daughter. I never knew any of this, nor have I seen any of these pics. Thank you for sharing!! I’m in tears!

    • Casey GaunttCasey Gauntt says:

      Tammy, I’m very happy the story found you and your family. So is my grandmother, Henrietta! Warm regards, Casey

  4. AvatarCharlene (Huffman) Lull says:

    Hattie was my great grandfather. I am Tammy’s daughter and Michael’s grand daughter. Much like my mom, I didn’t know any of this but it is a blessing to have a little piece of a man that I had never had the chance to meet. Thank you so much!

    • Casey GaunttCasey Gauntt says:

      Charlene- I’m so glad you enjoyed the story, and I’m getting a kick learning more of Hattie’s story as a prisoner of war from your other family members. What Hattie and those men must have endured is unimaginable. Take good care. Casey

  5. AvatarMichael Hannah says:

    I am Hattie’s eldest son. POP spoke very fondly of Barbara. When he was a prisoner he helped several others escape. POP had no fear of dogs, so he would go to one side of the compound and make a huge racket. All the guards and dogs would come after him. When they got close he would lie down and be still as the dogs growled at him. As this was taking place others were leaving on the other side of the compound.
    Thanks for your article, I enjoyed it.

    • Casey GaunttCasey Gauntt says:

      Michael-I’m so glad the story and Henrietta’s poem found you and your family. My uncle Stan, who was 13 when your dad buzzed their house (more than once!) remembered Hattie as a real good guy. I appreciate hearing more about your dad’s time as a prisoner of war, and the German pilot who shot him down, helping with his care. Sincerely, Casey

  6. Hi, I’m an italian ww2 aeronautical historian researcher. I found this page and would like to share everything I know about the shooting down of Lt. Hannah. the MACR is not very correct, like many others, Hannah was shot down north of Ravenna and his plane crashed a short distance from where I now live, in Villanova di Bagnacavallo. I am a researcher only for passion, not for work, if any relative of Lt. Hannah wants more information they can write to me. I will reply with great pleasure
    my website is
    thank you.

    • Casey GaunttCasey Gauntt says:

      Enzo- thank you so much for contacting me. I’ve forwarded your messages and email address to Lt. Hannah’s family, and I know they will be excited to learn more from you. I also sent you an email. My email address is casey.gauntt1@gmailcom. Thank you for the wonderful work you do. Casey

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