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Where Were You In 1957 & 1958?

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I was here! <span style="color: #FF0000">Arrow</span>, Great ship if, you like smelling like diesel fuel 24 hrs a day, eating food that tasted like diesel fuel and when you got transferred off of it, you threw your clothes and sea bag in the trash and bought all new clothes. Wonderful! Reason I transferred to aviation!
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And later here in 58, heading for Cuba!

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1957= great year for Austin Healey's, T-Birds, Chevy's and I was born in January of that year. And please allow me this oportunity to thank you for your service to this great nation.
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Bob
 
Tryin' to get in front of th' pack runnin' out there in 1962, Paul?!? :jester:

'58 saw the beginning of the end. Whole thing was surreal at the time, a lesson that it can actually happen at this point.

Unfortunately, humans are of short-lived memory. Or poor students of history.
 
Didn't happen too often, but we were refueling two ships on the run at the same time that day. I think one of the boys from the flat top took the pics. When our tanks were full of fuel and the seas were a little heavy, the decks were awash most of the time and we had to hold onto cables stretched fore and aft to keep from getting washed overboard. It was a fun time! :devilgrin:
 
Ok, Ok, I know that there are more of you executive members, like me, of the "Old Farts Club" out there!(Define old fart! Someone older than dirt but doesn't have the good sense to know it!) Lets tell some of these youngsters were we were in 57 & 58, or even another time, earlier/later? I spent another 26 months in Gitmo. Now I know a lot of you ex swabbies an ex leather necks know what that place looks like from the inside. There are some funny old military stories out there that some of you have experienced and <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">should be told</span></span>! Don't be bashful, let's hear some! PJ
 
A bit too young to have been in the service in '57~'58. Still into birthday parties and Bat Masterson then. :laugh:
 
High school.......senior year.
 
Bill, Hurricane Audry! That had to be a scary experience! :shocked:

Doc, Weren't you in the Air Force? Has to be some good stories there. :laugh:

Jim, High School, senior year? Your old enough! :devilgrin:
 
About kindergarten age, sheltered and insulated deep in suburbia.
A heartfelt " Thank You!", for those of you " out there".
 
PAUL161 said:
Bill, Hurricane Audry! That had to be a scary experience! :shocked:
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Yeah, Hurricane Audrey was a milestone in my young life. I was all of 11 years old, we owned a very large commercial fishing camp on Monkey Island, on the Gulf of Mexico. We had 42 fishing boats to rent, many cabins, docks and piers, 2 large homes.... Had dad's life savings sunk into this venture, about quarter of a million bucks. In '57 that was a whole lot of money. Audrey came in the night and erased everything. No insurance. We found some of our boats 58 miles north in Lake Charles, LA. All destroyed. The cement slab from the main house was all that was left. Docks, piers, cabins all vanished. We became instantly poor overnight. Start over, do what you have to do.

Dad survived the storm in the Coast Guard station next door. Was lost for 3 day. Helped drag dead bodies out of the marsh, no food, only rain water. He came across a large Red Cross tent on the 4th day after the storm. They were frying chicken for the Red Cross workers. Dad asked to get out of the rain and some food. They literally pushed him back out into the mud and gave him a piece of Spam and white bread. He wadded it up and threw it in the mud. Back to dragging dead people out for burial. He never had any use for the Red Cross after that.

Everybody has a story. That's mine.
 
Married the love of my life in late '57 only to learn I couldn't support us so joined the US Army. Spent the first 4 months of '58 at Ft. Carson Colorado, Including the coldest 2 weeks of my life at the continental divide in March. Would wake up in the morning with about 1/2 inch of solid ice lining the inside of the pup tent. The rest of the year was much better.
 
I was 10 years old in '57 and moved from Texas to Alaska (then a U.S. Territory) with my parents. Lived there until moving to Kentucky in 2007. Went through the Great Alaska Earthquake in 1964...that was SOME RIDE !!
 
It's amazing how everyone has a story to tell about the trials and tribulations of years gone by. I think they are stories that should be told and hopefully the rest of us can learn from them. I know it's been a long time ago Bill, but I personally feel sorry for the catastrophic loss your family suffered back then. Incidentally, my dad, a WW II veteran, had issues with the red cross also. He was very out spoken about it. PJ
 
Indeed I was Air Force, Paul. Much later than '58 tho. Aerospace Audio Visual Service, later called Combat Camera. Stories? Yeah, but they pale in comparison. Short bursts of adrenalin separated by long periods of boredom. Temporary duty trips around the planet to: "Document the Air Force mission". The job was second nature, had been earning my bean money with cameras for years before joining. Worked for home town newspapers, a studio, and in a local retail photo store. The military was an opportunity to widen the scope of experience, get published in a "bigger pond". But my penchant for trying to advance the level of the craft in the service hit a lot of bureaucratic and political barriers. Not the least of which was the reluctance of the "machine" to adopt 35mm gear over clunky, outdated medium format junk.

At some point soon it may happen that I set some of it to 'paper'. We'll see.

Meantime, here's a better read: "Maverick" by Denny Marvicsin. May have to dig for it but worth the effort.
 
I was exploring the new and wonderful world of kindergaden. Anything to get out of the house.
 
i was in first grade at p.s. 52. in sheepshead bay bklyn. figurin out a way for me and my best bud richie to bust out when they let bonnie sit next to me, um, o.k. so i stayed.
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