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Newsman, PR pro joins effort to develop Ohio’s oil, gas resources

2012-07-12T19:14:00.002-07:00

COLUMBUS, OH – John O. Meekins has come out of retirement to help companies “fracking” to develop oil and gas resources in the Utica and Marcellus Shale gain and keep the important support of local officials and citizens.

Meekins, a newspaper reporter and then a public relations professional for many years, said he came out of retirement because he believes a lot of those companies need his skills to achieve those two important goals in the communities where they work.

“I say that because there is an awful lot of what I call ‘fakelore’ floating around about fracking, the process many of these companies use to extract oil and gas,” Meekins said. “Fakelore” or misleading and even untrue information about fracking can raise concerns with local officials and citizens. “That can lead to unnecessary laws and rules that benefit no one.”

A number of concerns over “fracking” raised by federal and state agencies have been addressed to assure the process is safe. In fact, one independent academic study found that only the actual drilling to reach oil and gas resources in a few instances caused problems, not the actual “fracking.” Hydraulic “fracking” incidentally, breaks up formations deep underground to free trapped oil and gas.

Meekins will work with companies developing these important resources to make sure they regularly provide correct information to local governments and citizens on what they are doing.

“This will be information on each well to include steps taken to meet all environmental and safety concerns, the number of jobs created and the revenue poured into each community,” Meekins said. “These companies also need to let local governments and citizens know the taxes they pay to federal, state and local governments and especially to the support of schools.”

Meekins predicted local officials and citizens will really support these companies once they understand the real value they bring to their communities.

“Development of these oil and gas resources is important because it promises to change the ‘rust belt’ image that has depressed Ohio for so long to one of hope and prosperity,” Meekins concluded.

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More information on Meekins and his company, FracOhio, can be found at: fracohio.com

He can also be reached by email at jmeek40126@aol.com or phone at 614-436-0027.

FracOhio - Helping develop Ohio’s Marcellus and Utica Shale oil and gas resources

Was the 1st soldier killed in the Vietnam War in the U.S. Army Security Agency? Maybe!

2012-05-29T19:38:00.000-07:00

I read that the first American casualty of the Vietnam War was with the US Army Security Agency.

I found that somewhere, though I do not remember exactly where. I do not recall the fellow's name, but I think I knew him. I was with him in basic training at Ft. Leonard Wood, Mo., 1961 and then with him at advanced training at Ft. Devens, Mass.
I say I think I know who he was because when I was in Germany between 1962 and 1964 I heard that an ASA fellow had been killed when he came back to the ASA compound late one night. I say I think I knew him because that story of how the fellow got killed sounds like him. I remember him from basic when all the guidon flags of each platoon came up missing, even the company guidon. The guidons were never replaced while I was in the company, and I remember marching through our final ceremony (they didn't call it graduation then) with just those bare poles going up and down with the commands.
Yet, right after that as we all packed to leave, this fellow called me over to his bunk All five blue guidons lay on his bunk. Oh, and Bravo Company, Third Battalion, Third Training Regiment came up missing an M-1 rifle, too. I never knew for sure, but I suspect that fellow probably got that, too.
I also remember when he was with me at Ft,. Devens that we both pulled KP one day. For those of you who don't know or who never pulled it, KP or "kitchen police," started very early in the morning like 4 a.m. and did not end until late, like after 8 p.m. It was grueling and punishing. The time I pulled it with him, though, we got out at least an hour early. Why? The mess sergeant in charge of the KP's told us if we worked hard we'd all be out by 7 p.m. or maybe it was 8 p.m. Anyway, this fellow had everyone move their watches forward one hour, and he even turned the mess hall clock up an hour.
So, when all of the clocks and watches hit the appropriate hour, the fellow went to the mess sergeant to remind him of his promise. The sergeant looked at his watch, looked at the mess hall clock, asked a couple of other KP's what time they had? When all were an hour ahead, the sergeant shook his watch like something might be wrong with it, but he did let us all go.
The same fellow gave hair cuts and loaned money, $5 for $8 and !0 for $15. What a wheeler dealer! I liked the guy's style, so I hope that first guy killed in Vietnam was not really him. But, I would not be surprised.

I am not sure he even went to Vietnam, but at the end of our training at Ft. Devens, some of us were given $200 to buy civilian clothes and shipped to Vietnam. I seem to think he was one of those. There, by the way, the ASA compounds were called "Radio Research" units.

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Remembering Vietnam...the BUFE

2012-04-20T12:49:00.000-07:00

One curio I saw everywhere I went in Vietnam in 1970 were these gaudily colored elephants about knee high. They were flat and just the white of the plaster of Paris or whatever cheap material they were made of on the top. Sometimes they were colored quite well, sometimes pretty sloppy. But, they were THE thing everyone over there seemed to have, maybe like a cuckoo clock if you were in Germany. But these things were too cheap and to gaudily colored to be close to the quality of a German cuckoo clock. One day, thought, I just happened to see one in an office where some GI was pounding away on a typewriter (something few people today ever remember seeing), and I asked him: "What do you call that?" or something like that.
He looked around, saw where I was pointing and replied, "Tha'ts a BUFE."
"A what?"
And then he spoke the letters of this unique acronym, something very common in the army: "It's a Big Ugly Fnnn Elephant."

"The Animal House" or Building 714 at Howard AB, Panama

2012-04-19T11:17:00.001-07:00

All the flap over the Secret Service agents and military personnel being caught with prostitutes in Columbia makes me think of Building 714, Panama AB, Panama or "The Animal House," as it was called.
Some veterans may remember Volant Oak, I think was the name of it. It was a mission the US Air Force Reserve and US Air National Guard units shared for several years. Each unit would be there about a month, and then switch out with another one.
Transient enlisted stayed in one of those buildings. It seems to me it was 714 or the Animal House, but it could have been 715.
I learned it about in two trips to Panama with my Air Force Reserve unit then based at Rickenbacker ANGB, Ohio. My unit went down there several times. I went twice.
Now this all happened because the base itself was open, meaning civilian buses and autos ran on a highway that went through it. Fences and military policemen secured only the air strip.
I became aware of where the building got its name the first night there. I was in the shower when someone started washing my back. It was this very pretty young woman. She explained she'd wash the rest of me for a fee. I turned her down.
That was the start, but this young woman and probably a dozen others that night and every night I stayed in the building walked up and down the halls, knocking on doors and selling sex like someone would sell brushes. Door-to-door sex!
I did not partake of any of their offerings, not because I am a prude, but because as in a lot of third world countries, there were venereal diseases in Panama doctors could not name.
Some others did indulge, and I heard on our return several of those who did had to see doctors
Some other famous places for prostitutes that as a GI you learned about included Kasserstrasse in Frankfurt, right across from the Banhof, or main train station. Anyone stationed in Frankfurt will remember that as the street for prostitutes and bars full of B-girls, or girls who'd sit with you if you bought them drinks a very high prices. There were a lot of American soldiers there in the 1950's and 1960's for sure who can tell you about that street. There was Tudau or Tudeu Street in Saigon, and, oh, yes, the combat zone in Boston, Mass., when the US Navy had a large base there.
The only time I ever bought a beer for a B-girl, incidentally, was across from the Banhof in Frankfurt in a bar full of them. The other GI and I ignored them until this one young woman asked if she could pour my beer? I nodded, OK, thinking that wouldn't cost anything. It did. That's because she cradled that bottle of beer between the most beautiful pair of breasts I'd ever seen, bent over with it between them, and poured my beer. What a lovely sight! We both bought her a drink!
Back to Panama, while the building had a number, it came to be known as "The Animal House."
The funniest part of that adventure, incidentally, came when I noticed "Animal Crackers" in a vending machine on the first floor.
Another curiosity came when I noticed that all these women who made their rounds every night took a half hour break at 7 and went into this one room. Curious, I looked in to see them all sitting in fold-up chairs, all lined up in one row. They were watching a soap opera. As soon as it was over, they were off selling their wares again.
Oh, and there was this real Lothario! He was a fellow I roomed with. He was old, fat and ugly as anything, and did he ever keep those prostitutes busy. I mean like every night, and sometimes twice a night. He had to be almost 55 or close to 60, yet, he kept at it so ardently I one day asked him: "Do you take some kind of pill?"
I don't remember what he said. I also remember that he'd taken $750 down there for his two-week stay, and near the end of the second week he was writing another check to get cash. Talk about wonders? He was one of them!

B-25's land at Urbana, headed for US Air Force Museum in Dayton

2012-04-16T14:26:00.000-07:00

Here are some random photos of just some of the World War II B-25 bombers that still fly today that flew into Urbana, Ohio today. Fun to see them, and a lot of other people felt the same, obviously, judging from the large crowd. I also include a photo of Allen R. Josey who was an electrician's mate on the USS Hornet. The B-25's that first bombed Tokyo during World War II took off from the Hornet. He remembers seeing them take-off. He also was aboard the Hornet when it was sunk by the Japanese.

Camp barber turned out to be VC, NVA in Vietnam War---Many Times?

2012-04-14T08:29:00.000-07:00

The camp barber?

I traveled around the then Republic of South Vietnam quite a bit as a newspaper reporter. The whole time I did not report on the big war, but instead on men from Indiana serving in that big war. And, it was rather big then in 1970 when some 440,000 Americans still served there.
As I moved around I heard one story four or five times. Each time it was told, it was told as if it happened at the particular fire support base I happened to be at. And, each time the person telling it, pointed to a spot along the perimeter as the specific place where it happened.
The story? The story was how there was a ground attack one night, and the next morning as they were collecting the bodies of the VC oir NVA, one of them turned out to be the or one of the camp barbers. I'll bet I heard that story at least a half a dozen times.
Then, guess what? Just recently I met a man who'd been in the Marines, not sure the exact date, but he'd be at Baldy. Do not know if the Marines called places like that an LZ or fire support base or what. But, anyway, he told me the exact same story. And, he insisted it did happen at his base, and it was the barber at his camp.
Talk about folklore? Now that is true folklore. Wonder if there are stories like that coming out of Iraq or Afghanistan?

Politcal TV Ads coming! Oh, my, oh, my!

2012-04-12T15:25:00.000-07:00

Can you imagine what TV is going to look like this year, already is looking like this year with President O'Bama ready to send $1 billion on his campaign and Mitt Romney, no doubt, going to spend at least in the millions? That will have to mean television turns to mostly political advertising with a few programs squeezed in! When I worked at the Union Leader in Manchester, NH, the paper sold ads on page one.
And, as election approached almost the entire front page became a big political ad or multiple political ads!

Ernie Pyle Home Needs Saving

2012-04-10T08:45:00.000-07:00

Ernie Pyle was a famous World War II correspondent who became especially important to the families of men fighting the war. That is because while the other correspondents reported the "Big Picture" of the war, Ernie Pyle wrote about the individual soldier, the airman, the sailor and later, the Marine.
He wrote from ground level. He saw the bodies and smelled the smoke of war. I visited his hometown, Dana, Indiana, just a few weeks ago to personally look at the town and home where he was born and then to look for a replica of a special monument erected on the spot where he was killed by a sniper on the island of Ie Shima.
Funny, I set my GPS to Dana, Indiana, and it gave all these streets in the town, asking for an address, I think. Of course, I had no idea of the street where his home was located. So, I just punched one, and I found myself out in the middle of a cornfield probably two or three miles from Dana. I could see the outlines of the town, so I was able to find it.
When I got there, the museum that includes his home and two buildings that house whatever the collection about him contains was closed. It is only open in the summer, and I learned it is on hard times because visitors to it have dwindled as the World War II veterans and their families have died. He no longer has meaning to current generations. The day I was there, I saw a postman or maybe it a UPS or FEDEX guy who'd stopped to look at the house and museum. He said he had often passed, but had never stopped. Again, though, all we could do was look on the outside.
I looked and looked for that replica of the monument erected to him at his home, and didn't see it. I felt disappointed because of it. Then, as luck would have it, I spotted a place called Ernie Pyle Rest Park on the way out of Dana, and there it was, the replica of the monument.
If you know nothing of Ernie Pyle, you can still read his books, composed from the daily columns he wrote. They are "Here Is Your War," "Brave Men," and "The Last Chapter." I think the last title is correct or at least close. If you read the books, you will not only learn about the men who fought that war, but you will get a different sense of it because of the level at which it is written. One haunting bit Ernie wrote that I sometimes think of is how he stood in a medical tent where a lot of wounded were being treated. This one particular GI was dying, and a chaplain stopped briefly to say a prayer over him, but there were so many others he rushed away to try to comfort as many of the rest of them as he could. That left this man to die alone. Ernie said he wished he'd gone over and held the man's hand as he died. On reading it, I wish he had, too.
Oh, by the way, I also got a chance to go to Hawaii, and while there visited his grave. It is in the Cemetery of the Pacific in a beautiful spot known as the Punch Bowl just above Honolulu. I remember when I went up there to find his grave, I thought I must be in the wrong place because look as I might, I couldn't see the traditional white crosses that mark military graves anywhere. All I saw was this vast expanse of green grass. As I walked around, however, I realized that all the grave stones were flat. So, that's why I couldn't see them.
I did ask an attendant where to find Ernie's grave, and he pointed to a spot not far from a sort of house where information on the cemetery is held. I walked up to it, and would you believe, there was a garland of pink flowers around it? How nice. How beautiful. I know Ernie appreciated it, and I did, too.
On returning to my home in Columbus, Ohio, I did make calls pledged to do what I could to save the Ernie Pyle Museum. I called and talked to Bently Hamm, dean of the journalism school at Indiana University, that is located in Ernie Pyle Hall. He referred me a fellow with the Hoosier State Press Association. All of them are working with Scripps-Howard, the newspaper company Ernie worked for, to save his museum. I learned that the town of Dana is working toward the same goal. I have volunteered any help I could personally give to any of those groups or organizations. But, with all that is going on, I know the Ernie Pyle Museum stands to be saved, and maybe in a way that will become relevant to citizens of today, especially students. It must become relevant to stay open.
You can help, too, by visiting the museum this summer. It is not far off I-70 that cuts right across the center of Indiana.

Photos are of his home, the replica of the monument to him and then the last few sentences from his book, "This Is Your War." It is good. Blow it up so you can read it.

Marietta 1788 & Today! Wow

2012-04-09T15:57:00.000-07:00

Every year since the first 48 settlers arrived at the junction of the Ohio and Muskingum Rivers to found Marietta, Ohio, on April 7, 1788, the citizens of that wonderful town have celebrated that date: April 7. I was not there for the dinner this year, but I did go down to show my respect and appreciation for the people who made Marietta possible including George Washington, Rufus Putnam, Benjamin Tupper, Rev. Manasseh Cutler, the big names. Rev. Cutler is especially interested.
All these people who settled Marietta, incidentally, were from New England, mostly Massachusetts. Many had been generals in the Continental Army. So, it was an illustrious group of men and some strong women who made Marietta work.
The efforts these men made that finally led to the creation of the Northwest Territories from which six states came, is intriguing and incredible to read about. You can find a lot about all of their efforts and them on the web. But also the names not so well known include John Mathews, who became a surveyor and then a businessman, and William Duer, who has been much maligned but who I do not believe was deserving of his bad reputation. He helped put Marietta together by including another large section of land on which Gallipolis, Ohio now stands.
I must say, too, my drive down from April 7, 2012, from Columbus, Ohio to Marietta was breath-taking. I drove along the Muskingum River all the way from Zanesville south, and, oh wow! How beautiful the Ohio country side is this time of year. Truly breathtaking. scenery. Oh, and Marietta is a wonder with all the markers denoting the efforts of the significance of those first settlers. I post here just a few of the photos I took.
I also stopped and saw "Big Bottom," the place where Indians massacred about a dozen settlers on Jan. 2, 1791 to start an Indian war that lasted until 1794--the war which, sadly, the Indians finally lost. They were to continue to lose theirs wars to save their lands all the way across the country. But, no one, not the US government, the US Army, anyone could stop it. The drive and push of settlers for new lands were just too, too strong.
The pictures above begin with a diagram of the first settlement that showed the fortified town at the tip of the east bank of the Muskingum River, behind it Campus Martius or "field of war" the fort built to protect settlers during the Indian Wars, two rows of clay walls 15 feet tall and about the width of a modern highway that stretched from the Muskingum River to a high mound, maybe a quarter of mile away. Other illustrations are of other Indian mounds the new settlers found there. They, the two walls and the mounds, all built by pre-historic Indians intrigued the settlers then as they do people today.
The next photo features three figures, Rufus Putnam, the real strength behind the founding of Marietta, and Arthur St. Clair, the first and only governor of the Northwest Territories. Not sure who the third person is. This sculpture was made by the same fellow who chiseled out the heads of the president son Mt. Rushmore. One of those presidents, Theodore Roosevelt, saw this statue in Marietta as did another Roosevelt who became president, Franklin D. Below that is a photo of the famous two horned church in Marietta, the first Congregational Church west of the mountains. The original church burned. This is a replica of it. Striking to see.
Below that is Big Bottom, the site of where settlers built a block house, but because of their not finishing it and not having lookouts posted, were subsequently killed by Indians. It is on the Muskingum River between Zanesville and Marietta. I'd always wanted to see this spot. It is very peaceful today. But, oh, the bloody day the Indians killed all those people! Those killed included a woman and her two children.

On Top of San Juan Hill, Republic of South Vietnam, June 1970

2012-03-05T10:22:00.000-08:00

You can hear a lot of pros and cons about the Vietnam War. All I can say is what has to be remembered most are the sacrifices of the Americans who fought it because their country said it was the right thing to do. They were good men, and women, too, who fought all the way through that war. They did good things for the people of South Vietnam, too. I was a war correspondent there in 1970, and I saw pagodas Marines constructed near Danang. I visited orphanages that American doctors and nurses visited regularly to help improve the health of children with all sorts of maladies. Some ended up adopting these children and bringing them home to America.
I insert here a photo of me, on the right, interviewing a GI from the Bloomington, Indiana, area. I do not recall his name, but he was a very nice fellow. The bunker behind him was his home, and what I remember most about that was the fan I saw inside the bunker he used to keep the place cool. It had two blades. The other two were missing. This photo is of San Jaun Hill, up from Fire Support Base Bronco that was up again up from ChuLai, the Americal Division Headquarters.
Most of what I remember of San Juan Hill is how isolated it was. You could only get there by helicopter. I remember the perimeter fence and bunkers all around it. I remember how dusty it was. I remember the "piss tubes," that is tubes sticking up out of the ground the GI's used to urinate in. They were totally in the open, so any kind of privacy was not a concern.
I remember the chow hall being on top of the hill. I remember seeing the movie screen up on top, too. Every fire support base I visited had such a screen, and anyone who was there got to see movies every night. But, funny, the film for the movies had usually been broken into several pieces and badly spliced together. So, as you watched a movie there might be a scene in which there is this very beautiful woman doing something. Then in the blink of an eye, no faster, that scene would vanish and you'd see the good guy shooting the bad guy.
At Fire Support Base Bronco there was as close as you could get to a US Army approved whore house. Yep! Whore House. It was a hut the GIs called a steam and cream house though the official name was "steam bath.". I explain. You go in, pay your money. You strip down, and this comely looking young Vietnamese woman enters. She puts you in a white steam bath cabinet and closes the door so only your head sticks out of an opening at the top. She turns on the steam---but she turns it on so high that you cannot stand it long because it gets so hot. You yell! She turns it off, even though it may have been only 30 seconds. The next service is the massage, but of course, she has no training in that field at all. She just pounds away at different parts of your back. She tells you to flip over. She pounds away at your chest, and with a sort of "well" question, she grabs your penis. This is where the possibility of the "cream" comes in, of course. The "well" part means do you want her to go on. Now a particularly horny fellow might say go ahead, and I am sure many did. Anyone else said no thanks because there are venereal diseases in Vietnam for which there are no names and certainly no cures
A couple of other stories about my visit to the Americal Division.
I remember seeing one straight strip of black asphalt pavement. It ran, what, maybe 100 yards? That was it. Trucks and jeeps ran back and forth on it continuously. It was always the place you could find a cap or a hat since as the GI's ran up and down that strip, their hats and caps blew off. Few stopped to pick them up. So if you needed one, you could sort through until you found your size, and it was yours. Fun.
I arrived at Chu Lai one day right after dark.
I'd caught a ride on a helicopter at CamRhan Bay (sp). The pilots followed the coast on the trip, but mostly they flew out over the South China Sea. I suppose that was to avoid any chance of some Viet Cong or North Vietnamese soldier taking a pot shot.
They purposely skirted a peninsula that was supposed to have been the birth place of Ho ChiMinh.
Not long after sunset and in the dark, the pilots flew so they came into the big Americal base from the north. The pilots left once they had their craft on the ground, but a gunner stayed behind to tie down the ship. Most interesting and curious to me was that as we came in and then after we landed, everyone could see this big firefight going on right off the perimeter of that big Americal Division base. I mean it could not have been more than 200 yards away from where the pilots parked that helicopter. You could see all sorts of colorful explosions, and you could hear those explosions plus the small arms fire that went with it. Thebeauty of death because of all the color?
Yet, all that was happening in that firefight, it might as well have been on another planet as far as the crew of that helicopter was concerned. One or two of them looked that direction, but otherwise made no comment or did anything. For some reason I felt someone ought to go help.
Strangest and craziest of all came when I went to the "hooch" where I was to spend the night. As I entered, I saw a fellow watching television right beside the door from which I'd entered and from which you could clearly see firefight.. Oh, and yes, there was a closed circuit television channel at Chu Lai. As I came in the fellow looked out the door and pointed to where are the fireworks were from that firefight said, "I wish they'd cut it down out there so I could watch my program."
The program was "Bonanza!" Is that nutty or what?

US Air Force coverup? Yep!

2012-03-03T15:00:00.000-08:00

FLASH! In 1983 all four aircraft flown by the precision US Air Force Thunderbirds flew into the ground during a training exercise. The crash killed all four pilots and shocked the nation. The Air Force made an exhaustive study and ignoring the most obvious cause, officially blamed the crashes for mechanical failure even though from the start the obvious cause was pilot error.

A final report issue...d by the Air Force attributed the crashes to a small, almost minute piece of debris found in one of the lead aircraft's systems. I learned this to day from a person who served on one of two boards that investigated those crashes. He said that in most cases the Air Force wraps up investigations of such crashes in a month. This one took two months of 12 hour days---because the board concentrated on trying to find a mechanical failure to explain the crashes--even though from the start the obvious cause was pilot error.The lead pilot flew too low to recover and flew into the ground. Other members of the Team, following their leader did the same thing.

A second investigation followed. It was led by a brigadier general directly responsible to a four-star general who had responsibility for the Thunderbirds. This second panel determined the cause mechanical failure. This panel reached that conclusion on very thin evidence while ignorning the most obvious and probable cause, pilot error.

Why cover-up such a finding? To protect the reputations and careers of the four-star general and other senior Air Force officers who commanded the Thunderbirds. Mechanical failure gave these senior officers an out! The real tragedy, like so much of what happens in government, is that once again what the government reported cannot be trusted.

ASA--US Army Security Agency Frankfurt Reunion

2012-02-07T13:57:00.000-08:00

A reunion of veterans of the US Army Security Agency, Frankfurt, Germany, will be held Oct. 9-12, 2012 in Harrisburg, PA. If you served in the ASA during that period, you certainly are invited.
It should be a good time. Email me at jmeek40126@aol.com for more information on the hotel etc.

Water for the dead

2012-01-19T18:33:00.000-08:00

Visited a cemetery here in southeastern New Mexico and noticed bottles of water on two different graves. The tomb stones were almost next to each other. The bottles were soda bottles with the labels still on them, Pepsi I think. Anyway they were on the base of each tombstone.
My mother pointed to one of them having fallen over and told me to put it upright. I did. Most of the water was still in the bottle.
Very curious since the water was clearly intended for the dead people in those graves. Had never seen that before.

Haunting look from a young fighter pilot of World War II; He did not come home

2011-12-22T09:49:00.000-08:00

I see this fellow often, about once a month, during my tours as a volunteer at the US Air Force Museum in Dayton, Ohio. He is Donald Emerson just down from a mission flying his P-51 fighter plane over Germany during World War II. This photo was taken in November 1944. He was shot down and killed by ground fire about a month later on Christmas Day 1944 during the Battle of the Bulge. The look on his face, well, I can't explain it, but it is haunting. He was 21 years old.
A niece wrote a good book about him, "Donald's Story." I recommend it. I learned from the book he is buried at a cemetery in Holland. One day I hope to visit his grave as well as the one of my uncle, Vernon Du Val. Vernon who was from Tulsa, Oklahoma, was killed during the battle for Normandy, I think like D-Day plus 13. He'd already been wounded when he went back into battle only to be killed again. What a tragedy war is for so many people, truly.

Submarine in Cleveland, Ohio? Who'd ever think it?

2011-12-21T15:27:00.000-08:00

I first saw this one dark December night with snow softly falling.I couldn't believe it because I was passing through Cleveland, Ohio. Cleveland, Ohio? The middle of the American Midwest? Sure enough, it was there then as it is now.
Then I was hitch-hiking from Ft. Devens, Mass., to Hobbs, New Mexico. And, then in the middle of that night on a ride someone gave me and a soldier buddy we could see this World War II era submarine. I couldn't see it then, but I can see now, as you can, the Japanese emblems on the coning tower to denote missions or ships sunk. It is the submarine USS Cod.

Ford Trimotor, see a true wonder of aviation

2011-12-16T18:48:00.000-08:00

If you have never seen a Ford Trimotor, the very first commercial airliner in the United States, watch your newspaper. That is because if you live in the United States you most likely will get a chance to see the one flown around the country by the Experimental Aviation Association located in Oshkosh, Wisconsin.
I saw it and actually got to get close to it by being a volunteer the weekend it came to Columbus, Ohio. Being just that close to it was fun, and then seeing it take off, fly and land, well, if you like aviation you have to enjoy seeing this wonder of the sky actually fly. I say wonder because, it looks almost something like Jules Verne might have imagined. I say that because of its wavy metal surface, which the designers no doubt believed gave the craft strength. I also say that because of the general look of the plane, from the very interesting tail and the size of the three big engines, the one that sticks out the nose and the two that hang from the wings. Does the craft look interesting or what?
Oh, and the original had wicker seats and had direct connection with my hometown, Columbus, Ohio. That connection came when someone came up with the idea of marrying the Ford Trimotor to railroad service. What happened is people rode a train overnight from New York City, and once they got to Columbus, they boarded the Ford Trimotor. It then flew them, I think to St. Louis. Then they would board another train for the night, and the next morning be awakened for yet another flight in another Ford Trimotor. I do not recall how many hops like that it took to get to California, but it was much faster than going by train. I actually saw a television program about this service that featured Charles Lindburgh flying one leg of the trip.
Again, that is all gone, but the Ford Trimotor owned by EAA is still around for all to see and even fly. People here in Columbus paid $60 for a flight of maybe 15 or 20 minutes. And, they were lined up for the opportunity!

Gene Autry, a little boy's hero

2011-12-10T19:06:00.001-08:00

I offer the link at the bottom to a wonderful song sang by the original singing cowboy, Gene Autry. I offer this not only because it is such a beautiful song, but because Gene Autry became someone special in my childhood. He remains special to me even today, and I am almost 70 years old.
He became special to me then because of his singing and because of his radio program I listened to every Saturday or maybe Sunday. His radio program always started and ended with his signature song, "I'm Back in the Saddle Again." I always cried when his program ended, too, though I couldn't tell you then why I did, and I can't tell you now. I also remember that in growing up in Seminole, Oklahoma, there were two kinds of kids: Gene Autry kids and Roy Rogers kids. Roy Rogers was also a singing cowboy. Me, I was always a Gene Autry kid, though in my later years I came to appreciate Roy Rogers for staying a singing cowboy all his life.
Gene became rich, real rich, left show business and, as I recall, bought and ran the California Angels baseball team for sometime. When he did that, I lost track of him generally. But, I still recall one night late a bus in which I traveled stopped in a small town. I chanced to open an eye to peak at a sign, and lo and behold, I was in Chelsea, Oklahoma. I remember then how pleased I was that I opened my eye to see that sign and to know of being in Chelsea, Oklahoma. That was because Chelsea is a town where Gene Autry worked as a telegraph operator for the Rock Island Railroad, and one night none other than Will Rogers came in to have is daily newspaper column telegraphed to New York.
The story goes that Gene played his guitar and sang a few songs for Will Rogers, and that Will Rogers subsequently encouraged Gene to take his talent to New York. I think it was New York, but wherever, he encouraged Gene.
The other thing I remember now in thinking back to all of this is that I stayed most summers at my grandmother's home near Choctaw, Oklahoma. And, on those cool Oklahoma summer nights when the whole world seemed so perfect I heard the train called the Rock Island Rocket clatter along its tracks as it passed through Saviche woods. And, when it did, it always blew its whistle, and when it did that the wolves in Saviche's woods began to howl..
Gene would surely have heard the Rock Island Rocket, and. maybe he even heard wolves howl when that train blew is whistle.I like thinking that.When It's Twilight On the Trail' by Gene Autry

C-119 in a movie? Who'd ever thought it?

2011-12-09T12:27:00.001-08:00

Fun! Just caught a clip of a movie featuring an really ancient aircraft, the C-119 or "Flying Boxcar." It really flew in the movie, though the last time I saw one in use was at Ft. Yukon, Alaska. It was being used by the US Bureau of Land Management. Here is the one at the US Air Force Museum in Dayton.
I know of at least three pilots who say they flew it in to the museum, though the aircraft only required two. But, I think I know why so many can say that. When they flew the last C-141 into the museum, I was told six crews were aboard that.
This particular C-119 has a peculiar tail, one that opened like an alligator's mouth. It was used to snare a space craft coming to earth back in the 1960's.
The last unit I knew of personally that had the C-119 was a US Air Force Reserve Unit, the 302nd Tactical Airlift Wing, then at Lockbourne AFB, Ohio. Lockbourne was later renamed Rickenbacker.

Dozens of Horse Drawn Wagons, Carriages Parade though Lebanon, Ohio

2011-12-03T16:56:00.001-08:00

The first weekend of December is a special day in Lebanon, Ohio, a day when you can see dozens of horse-drawn carriages driven through the town by proud owners. How fun to see these vehicles and their special horses. Some of the houses go back to the 1840's and are interesting as well as fun to see. And, of course, you can never go to Lebanon without going to the Golden Lamb for dinner. After all, Charles Dickens, the famous British novelist, did! How great it all can be!

Beautiful Young Performers from Stephen Foster at Bardstown, Kentucky

2011-11-30T01:25:00.001-08:00

These two beautiful young women roamed the streets of Bardstown, Kentucky not long ago to promote a summer production of Stephen Foster, the popular song writer of the 1800's. How beautiful they were. The musical performance was nice, too. Though interesting: very few really young people there. Mostly older, middle-aged.
To jog your memory, he is best known for his songs that continue to be heard today: "Oh! Susanna," "Jeanie With the Light Brown Hair," "My Old Kentucky Home," "Old Folks at Home" (better known as "Swanee River," "Camptown Races," and "Beautiful Dreamer." I hope that wherever he is he can know people still enjoy what he did.

Best Frontier Village: In Bardstown, Kentucky

2011-11-28T13:45:00.001-08:00

The people of Bardstown do an excellent job of presenting a frontier village, one from the late 1700's. There are log houses and even a mill. The "characters" or re-en actors I met the day I visited were knowledgeable, friendly and helpful. Wish I were closer in, I'd be a re-en actor, too! Nice trip!

Kentuckians Killed by Santa Anna's Orders at Goliad

2011-11-26T07:20:00.001-08:00

Bardstown, Kentucky, a beautiful, beautiful town south of Louisville, offers with many interesting sights. This, to me, was most interesting: a monument to 35 men of the Kentucky Mustangs, 1st Regiment Volunteers led by Capt. Burr Duval from Bardstown who went to Texas in 1836 to fight for Texas independence. Several hundred volunteers from all over the then United States, including the men honored by this monument, were surrendered to Mexican forces and were then executed by the Mexican General Santa Anna on March 22, 1836 at what has since become known as the Goliad Massacre. The monument is on the grounds of a very well done pioneer village at Bardstown.

Religious Symbols of Ancient Ecuador

2011-11-25T11:09:00.001-08:00

These are craved stone images of Ecuador on display in a downtown museum in Quito, Ecuador. I do not begin to know the meaning of all of them, but another museum in the city displays hundreds of them. Most relate to getting into the "after life," and when you read about how the ancients of Ecuador did that, it sounds uncannily like Christianity. The country must maintain some sense of these images in that there are others I hope to post later that show specially craved pans in which to bake bread. The pans are used on All Souls Day, the religious day in early November that celebrates or honors the dead.

George Washington’s death and last words

2011-11-08T10:32:00.000-08:00

I found this interesting, so I share.
From the book, “George Washington’s Diaries,” subtitle, “An Abridgement,” Dorothy Twohig, editor

He took ill Thursday, Dec. 12, 1799. He believed he had ague or a form of malaria.

The account of his last words come doctors who attended him.

One of the doctors noted that Gen. Washington about half past four in the afternoon on the day he died asked that Mrs. Washington be called. Once at his side, Washington told her to take from his desk two wills that he had had prepared and to bring them to him.

He looked at one, told her it was and old one and said it should be burned. A little later he said,

“I find I am going, my breath cannot last for long. I believed from the first that the disorder would prove fatal. Do you arrange and record all my late military letters and papers? Arrange my accounts and settle my books, as you know more about them than anyone else, and let Mr. Rawlings finish recording my other letters which he has begun.” It is unclear from the text who exactly he is speaking to or about, except perhaps the doctors.

Later the doctors went into his room at his bedside, and the general said , “Doctor, I die hard; but I am not afraid to go, I believed from my first attack that I should not survive it; my breath cannot last long.”

And still later, he said , “I feel myself going, I thank you for your attentions; but I pray you to take no more trouble with me, let me go off quietly; I cannot last long.”

The doctors found that all they had done had no effect.

About 10 o’clock in the evening he made several attempts to speak, and at length said:

“I am just going! Have me decently buried; and do not let my body be put in the vault in less than three days after I am dead. Do you understand me?” When the doctor replied he did, Gen. Washington replied, “Tis well.”

He was buried on Wednesday, Dec. 18, 1799 in the family vault at Mt. Vernon

Achtung! Nope, he looks like a German soldier...but...

2011-11-06T19:08:00.000-08:00

He is just a volunteer at the US Air Force Museum in Dayton, Ohio who loves to ride this motorcycle he bought from China. Some days he says the ride is so wonderful, "I just don't want to stop." He rides it about 20 miles to get to the AF museum, and he does all that riding on the back roads.
He said he got it from China and that it once belonged to the army there that had a million or more of them. They were "knock offs," if you will, of a BMW motorcycle. The rain gear and helmet? I didn't ask where he got them.
I keep thinking I'd like one, but then wonder where I would park it, and figure Iwould probably get killed riding it!