Nostalgia

Military Records

pers-rec.jpgOne of the items on my ‘things I need to do before I retire’ list was to obtain a copy of my Military discharge record (DD-214). While I was at it, I asked for the contents of my military personnel record, containing things like training records, performance records, enlistment agreement and so forth.

Right: cover letter and records

The records showed up last week, about six weeks after I sent the fax with my authorizing signature to the records center. I dug through the package – boy, was that a trip down memory lane. Page after page of forms and records documenting my time as a Sailor. Seeing my (immature 17 year-old) signature on the enlistment papers brought back that moment in time when I sat in the recruiting office and signed.

I was in the U.S. Navy (Naval Reserve, to be exact) for six years, three of those on active duty. I signed up when Eisenhower was in the oval office and mustered out when LBJ was busily ramping up the war in Vietnam.

I never regretted my military service to the country. My career benefited from military training in electronics and aviation plus the G.I Bill paid for much of my education. I have never had a problem finding employment, often working two jobs simultaneously (when I was much younger and ambitious).

If you’re a veteran or the immediate survivor of a veteran you can order these records online at The National Archives eVetRecs website. Ordering them is fairly simple; you will need to sign a form they email to you and fax it to them.

Ancestry

howe-kids.pngI have not taken the time to go to the ancestry site that my sister sent me a while ago. I got interested a while back about the origins of our family and found out some interesting things, but not in great depth. One of these days, perhaps after retirement, I plan to look into our family ancestry.

Several years ago, I borrowed this 19th century photo of a trio of my Mom’s mother’s siblings and scanned it into a file. As a child, I knew two out of three of the people in this picture, my great uncles Frank and Bert. Great Aunt Kathryn, for whom my mother is named (I presume) was my Grandmother Myra’s older sister who had passed before I was born.

I can remember that as senior citizens, Uncle Frank (left) still had that bushy haircut (white, of course) and Uncle Bert had the same serious expression. Both uncles seemed to enjoy Mom bringing us to visit.

Verna’s DVD Library

Dad checking out videosEveryone in the family knows how much Dad loved watching videos. When he wasn’t tuned into old western movies, he would have a DVD or VHS in the player.

Dad had several sources of videos – all of his kids shared their DVDs and tapes with him. One source he had was Verna’s DVD Collection. He would drop by the house and pick out several to take home with him. He would dutifully write the titles down as a way to keep track of which video belonged to whom. I took this image about five years ago when Dad had a handful of DVDs to log out (click image to enlarge).

Since then, I developed an on-line DVD database tool which has the feature of keeping track of videos loaned out. It keeps track of titles, genres, remarks and other details including our ratings for the video. When you click on this link and scroll to the bottom of the page, you will see every DVD title, genre and our ratings. Those that are marked RETIRED have been given to charity.

A Nice Old Gas Station in Phoenix

As we were leaving the Phoenix Convention Center yesterday, I snapped this picture from the car window. This is now a muffler shop, but judging from the art-deco architecture style, it must have been a 1930’s era service station. Most people don’t remember a time when a service station attendant would pump your gas, check your oil and wash your windshield, all for about nineteen cents a gallon. Buildings like this popped up all along Old Route 66 and elsewhere in thriving southwestern cities and towns.

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More Old Pictures

1944I started rummaging around in the electronic files for something unrelated and found this one that I scanned in a long time ago. This was our family in late 1944. Mom, Dad and my brother, Bill, were standing on Fifth Street, near Locust Avenue in Long Beach, CA. Mom is holding me at age 1 plus something. Behind us is the First Christian Church, which has since been demolished and is now a shopping mall.

Dad was home on leave from WWII which was still in progress. He is wearing the uniform of a Warrant Officer in the US Navy. I wrote about some of Dad’s WWII service in another post a while back.

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Light Cruiser USS Brooklyn

This is the USS Brooklyn, CL-40 with Palisades Park in the background, as she cruises along the Hudson River near New York City. My Dad was an Electricians Mate, First Class, on this vessel.

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The Brooklyn departed from Norfolk for the Mediterranean on 24 October 1942. My 20 month old brother, Billy, and Mom were in Norfolk to give Dad a send-off. Mom and Billy then took the train back to California, where I was born about 9 months, or so, afterward.

Dad did not meet me until I was 18 months old, since he and the Brooklyn were engaging the Axis in the Mediterranean. Rommel was there, Montgomery was there, Patton was there and the USS Brooklyn’s 5 and 6 inch guns were there helping the Allies to victory.