tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830768154906733882024-03-19T05:50:40.288-04:00Life in the Civilian Conservation Corps 1933Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-75941247747081817242015-09-25T11:55:00.000-04:002015-09-25T13:03:35.268-04:00Union Pacific R.R. Wyoming to N.Y, September 20, 1933. WednesdayLeft camp at 8 a.m. sharp on trucks to West Yellowstone. Arrived at Station 11 o'clock. After looking town over for a few hours, we were given eats and put on the train, and given our berths. And we were ready to take off. We pulled out at 2:45 Mountain Time. Went through towns of Big Springs at 3:30, later through Truckee. All very small towns also Island Park and Eccles and Pine View, another small town called Warm River. Then into Ashton Idaho a pretty nice town at 4:50 o'clock. Chester, Twin Groves and St Anthony. And then we stopped at a town called Pocatello . Please stop there for a few hours. A swell town. We had plenty of fun there with some girls and almost missed our train. We then fixed our berths and went to bed. We woke up at 6:30 in a town call Rawlins, a nice size town. Stopped there for water and on our way again through deserts, and all we could see was sand and sage brush. And then we went through lots of small towns such as Fort Steele, Wolcott, Hannah, Medicine Bow, Rock River, Lookout, Laramie , Hermosa, Sherman, Buford, Borie, Corlet Junction. We then came to a town called Cheyenne which was the capital and a large city. We walked around awhile etc. Archer, Hillsdale, Burns, Potter Connor, Sidney, Chappe, Julesburg, Colorda, a nice town Big Springs, Ogalalla, Buxton, Sutherland or follows Hershey. Ofallons, North Platte. We raise more hell and nearly missed the train.<br />
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September 1st to 3rd I was in the hospital and I certainly enjoyed it. I had some trouble with my throat. There I met some pretty nurses and we used to sit out on the porch at night and tell stories. Finally they got wise to me and sent me back to camp. I was sorry to leave and they was sorry to see me go, as so they said.<br />
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One day we took another trip to Gardner and raised hell. Most of the boys got drunk on beer and we're going wild stealing horses and making plenty of trouble. Finally after a few of them were locked up. The rest of them got on the trucks and we started back to camp. When we arrived we got a bawling out as usual but nothing was done about it, our captain being one of the best army officers in the US Army and a good sport. We all chipped in and got him a swell gift, and he was certainly glad to get it from us. Snow was coming down regular but it used to melt in a day or so. Bear fights were very common especially black and brown against Grizzlies which ended in murders among them. And they hollered to make your blood chill.<br />
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We finally got news that we were going to leave on September 20th. The boys went wild. Nobody could sleep for a few nights, breaking beds, hanging them on trees was a hobby. And another fire broke out again a few days before we were going to leave. We fought like hell to get it out. We didn't want to get stuck out in the fire for the 20th. I got a truck one day and took a bunch of the boys out for a tour of the park for the last time. Everything seemed as interesting as the first time I seen them. I hated to leave the park. It was a beautiful place and I enjoyed myself while I was there immensely.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-78556312972949877612015-09-25T11:24:00.001-04:002015-09-25T11:24:48.066-04:00August 21, 1933Finally, one day, August 21, it started to snow and we were sent back to camp. It snowed all day long. It was a pleasure to get back and sleep in our bed again after sleeping under the stars with nothing over us but three blankets and sleeping on a bunch of pine boughs. It was some experience; the sky was beautiful. After I got back to camp I got a bunch of mail from my friends and from home. My sister wrote and told me that I old sweetheart Nettie Parinello has been over the house and looking for me. I was greatly surprised. I answered all my mail including some from Jim Cala who sent me some photographs of himself, Mary, and Sue and a large one of Mae West who he knows is my favorite actress and a letter that made me go hysterical with laughter. As usual he was a corker at writing letters.<br />
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After a good night's rest I took another trip to California with the girlfriend of mine and stayed over for a few days. I also found out from her that she was very serious about me staying up there for good and living with her folks. Right then and there, I stated to her that I had no intention of staying there after my term and that made her very unhappy. But she got over it before we got back to Wyoming, thank God.<br />
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One night we went to a dance at Fishing Bridge Hotel we were all dressed up in civilian clothes. We were having a nice time. All evening, the women were sociable. About 11 o'clock one of the boys asked a girl for dance and her escort passed a remark and asked him if he was a CCC man. The fellow said yes and the girls escort said that no CC man could dance with his girl. Where upon, an argument started and the place was in an uproar. We all started to fight. The Rangers were summoned and we had to jump out of windows and porches in order to get away from getting locked up. After that night we all were barred from going to the dance. What a break for us.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-14103418643063819752015-09-25T11:08:00.003-04:002015-09-25T11:08:58.031-04:00Another FireOne night we got another notice to go to another fire. I at once said to myself: another few days of hell. We were told to bring our blankets and working clothes and axes and shovels. We started out on trucks. After an hour of truck riding we arrived at the lower base camp of the fire. We were fed and given food and started hiking up the mountain. It was starting to get dark and we were walking through woods and jumping over ditches and mud holes. Finally it got dark and we couldn't see a thing. We only had one lantern and the guides on the horse had it. We couldn't keep up with him and we didn't have no light. We were struggling over everything. We couldn't even see trees in front of us. Everybody was hollering for the guy to slow down. He did but we always lost him after a few minutes. Everybody was full of mud and water. I fell in a mud hole and had to get help to get out. It was real torture but I got a great kick out of it. Watching everybody swearing and falling down every foot of the way. Some of the boys wanted to stop for the night and camp, but the guide said we had a few more miles to go so we kept going. We finally arrived at the fire base. It was another site to see the whole mountain all lit up by fire. It was after 1 o'clock so we were told to lay down and sleep until 5 o'clock to start fighting. That day plenty of food came up there thank God. And we ate plenty and we had good food for all the time we were there. We were there for five days and nights. We had the fire under control but we had to stay and see that it did not start again. We found out that there was nine different fires in the park at this time and all the camps were taking part in the fires.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-25096086485950069922015-09-25T10:32:00.002-04:002015-09-25T11:00:35.457-04:00July 14, 1933Things went along pretty nicely for a few weeks. I got mail regularly, went to Fishing Bridge quite often, met girls, and had nice times. I was made foreman of a work gang which was not so easy, but I got along with the boys alright.<br />
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On Friday, July 14, the priest came to camp and we received Holy Communion which made me pretty good for the day. That night I received mail from friends & Marie G. Her letter was pretty sad and made me feel bad about it.<br />
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Things went along pretty nicely for the next 4 or 5 days. I received Holy Communion the following week also.<br />
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Then one night we were called out to go and fight a forest fire. Everybody was excited & everyone wanted to go, thinking it would be easy. But we found out different. We got there about 6 o'clock. The trucks couldn't go any further. We all got off & then the fun began. The fire was on a peak of a mountain called Pelican Peak. We started to climb hills and mountains which were very steep and we had to tie ropes to the trees so that the boys could climb. Boys were falling, one after another, exhausted from climbing. The air was getting thinner the higher we went.<br />
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Finally about ten o'clock after four hours of climbing, we arrived at the fire. We were very tired and hungry and thirsty. We had some water, but we had to be careful with it because there wasn't any up there in case we ran short. We were up 11,000 feet above sea level. Thousands of trees were blazing and plenty of smoke. It was some sight to see. We were put in squads and separated and we were shown what to do. Some were put on ax crews, some pick ax crews, some on road work, and I was put on the powder crew blasting rows of trees and rock. The noise was getting the best of me. We were hungry as hell, the food didn't arrive yet. They were sending it up on mules and pack horses also. We were getting one hour rest after working 6 hours then work again.<br />
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Finally the food arrived the next afternoon some of the mules fell over the mountain with food and all so we couldn't get much to eat. We were getting tired but we had to keep on working and I mean work. Some of the boys deserted the fire, they went back to the camp they hiked all the way back a distance of 24 miles but we had to carry on. The Rangers were always on top of us hollering their brains out telling us the quicker we got it out, the quicker we went home. We prayed for rain but it never came. Finally after 3 days of hell and fire it started to rain and it fell like barrels at a time. That helped us a great deal. The fire was finally out and we started to go back to the camp hiking down the mountain again falling half asleep and dog tired. It started raining again, we got on the open trucks and was on our way to the camp soaked, half dead and almost asleep. We got some reception when we got back. After a hot shower and nice meal we went to bed and fell asleep like a log. The next day we took it easy.<br />
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I got a package from Kitty and it was a surprise to me, and a letter from home saying another package was coming for me. I got that package a few days later we had some tobacco from John, Butch, and Joe Rox. It made me feel good to think that my friends still thought of me. On Saturday I went to the girls house as per usual and stayed over night and had a great time and we plan to go to California to visit her relatives the following week. She was going to get her dad's car. That next week we went to California. The next week we went to California. The country was beautiful. Every once in a while we stopped and admired the scenery or to have a bite to eat. All at her expense. What a day that was. I was never more satisfied in all my life. We finally got to her aunts after driving 10 hours. They was surprised to see us. At first they thought we were eloping and I nearly dropped from blushing. They owned a large ranch house which looked like a palace. They didn't have any children and they were very wealthy. All the time we were there, they treated us as if we were old friends. He even wanted to give me a horse for a present, but I told him I could not accept it because I couldn't take him back with me. We stayed there 2 days and they made us promise to come again before I left for New York. I like those people a whole lot. We had a nice trip home and was one day late at the camp. I went on as usual having sport galore.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-76606718957547432912015-09-25T09:49:00.000-04:002015-09-25T10:16:11.235-04:00Saturday, July 1, 1933On Saturday July 1, we got paid and everybody was in high spirits. On Sunday, we all went to Livingston. The town was celebrating their 50th Anniversary. The town was in an uproar. They started off with a big Parade which consisted of all the cowboys and cowgirls in the nearby towns and their children, all on horseback from 2 yrs old and up. It was a treat to see kids riding horseback. Then a mob of Indians from a nearby reservation came down on old stage coaches & the young Indians were on horseback.<br />
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Then as usual there were some clowns or comedians in the Parade. Later we went to a restaurant and had a meal. Then we went to B Street and saw some of the girls we knew. We stayed there for a few hours the we went to the Rodeo with the girls. The fun and thrills I seen Rodeos in movies, but not like this. It started off by some of the Cowboys & Cowgirls giving some bareback riding which was beter than the circus riders. Then there was some bronco busting. Some of the cowboys were hurt very bad, busted heads & legs or ribs. Then there was steer roping & calf roping. Then steer dogging, then some relay racing on horseback. Meanwhile the clowns were always clowning. One of the clowns had his son there. His name was Little Hank Jr. He was the child wonder of the West. He also played in moving pictures. I got the biggest kick out of the kid than anything else in the Rodeo. Later I got a picture of the kid and he autographed it. Then the Indians came out and started going crazy, riding full speed & war dances & making all kinds of noises. Later, after some more races, the Rodeo was over. It was the best and the first one I ever seen.<br />
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We went to a hotel for the night, then we had supper. Then we went out and took the town over by storm. We went to a dance. It was swell, but not so good at dancing, but very sociable. I walked one girl to her ranch which was 2 miles away. On the way home, we stopped at the lakeside park. We had a nice time then finally we left for her home. I got back to the hotel at 3:30. The boys kidded me along as usual, But I didn't mind. It was worth it.<br />
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Next day we saw another parade; walked around town. Some of the boys got into an argument and cut some guys up and we got marked lousy by the town Police. That night at 6 P.M. we left Livingston to go back to camp. After 5 hrs. of mountain tiding and cold breeze, we arrived at camp.<br />
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We started to go out to work at last but we never did much work. We used to go swimming instead of work and nobody knew the difference. One day some of the fellows put up a squawk about food and they started a riot. The rangers were called out. About 25 of them came armed and 2 trucks full of fellows from Camp 1259 with clubs in case of more trouble. Ten of the ringleaders who started the trouble we put on trucks under guard and were taken to Livingston. I was on the truck to see the boys got to town all right and we had a motorcycle Police escort and what a trip it was.<br />
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I was in town all that afternoon until 11 that night. I seen some of the girls I knew from my first visit to that town and I seen Marie and found out she was going back to her home town but she would write. That night, coming back to the camp I was nearly frozen to death until we got back to camp. We used to go fishing and have fish after supper. Then some of the boys used to play guitar and mandolin and we used to sing for hours. I started to really like this life very much. When we went to bed at night the boys all started to sing and crack jokes and we would never fall asleep.<br />
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One Sunday we went on a tour of the Park to see the scenery. We started off by truck. We first visited The Dragon's Mouth Volcano. Then we stopped off at Sulfur Springs. Then we visited the Grand Canyon from the Upper and Lower Falls. Then we went to Artist Point and then Inspiration Point. Every place was prettier than ever.<br />
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Then we stopped at a museum and saw many exhibits of stones, birds, and animals. Then we stopped at the Lower Geyser basin which had about 50 small geysers of all sorts and shapes. Then we passed some clear water pools as Morning Glory and Handkerchief Pool. Then we saw the Upper Geyser Basin which was prettier than the lower basin and many more things.<br />
After that we visited a place called the Paint Pot which is a large pool of lava always bubbling up and was all colors.<br />
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The people started to go, and we stood for a while and took some more pictures with the Hawaiians and then we left. But we were told they were coming near our camp that evening. On our way back we stopped at some other waterfalls which were very nice. We saw some bears on the road and chased some. We arrived at camp hungry and tired.<br />
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That night we went to fishing bridge where they had the campfires and we saw the Hawaiian Girls again. They played for us and sang. Then we took a walk with some of the girls and had a nice time that evening. Got back to camp late. I got a package from Mom and she sent plenty of stuff including spaghetti & macaroni & salami & biscuits.<br />
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During the week we did some work chopping trees, pulling out stumps, and making firewood. It kept us busy for 7 hours a day. At night we sat around, sang songs or played ball, went for walks with the boys to the Fishing Bridge or to the General Store.<br />
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One Friday night my tent ran a dance. Our tent was called the Savoy Plaza. As the mob of boys came in, the music by Paul Metranga and Orchestra was the payoff. The Captain and Lieutenant were the guests of honor. It was the talk of the camp.<br />
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<br />Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-72903994962041581432014-11-13T09:32:00.000-05:002014-11-13T09:32:49.938-05:00Wednesday June 7, 1933 Yellowstone--Day 1<br />
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There we unloaded the trains, got on trucks and we started for the Camp. We rode up Mts. like I never seen before, valleys, cliffs, canyons, falls, volcanoes, everything was very pretty. Every once in a while we would see a bear or elk and many other animals. Everything was new to us. Then we passed the Grand Canyon. I stood amazed at first. It was so deep and the rock was all colored and there were large water falls twice as high as Niagara Falls. We were on our way again up the mountains. The higher we got, the colder it got. We almost froze before we reached the camp, which was 54 miles away from the North Gate. What a hike. Everything seemed pretty tough the first day. The eats were not ready and everybody was disgusted.<br />
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There was plenty of snow all around the place. It was cold at night. The next day we were still disgusted, but after walking around and looking the place over, I changed my mind and made up my mind to like the place and I certainly liked it after that. Most of my friends were always crying. They wanted to go home and they never were satisfied until they got sent home and it was a pleasure to get rid of them.<br />
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Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-88195563188248728082014-11-11T18:01:00.005-05:002014-11-11T18:01:59.106-05:00Tuesday, June 6, 1933: Into MontanaWoke up still in N. Dakota. Had breakfast, cleaned up myself and sat at the window as we passed the state line into Montana at 10:10 A.M. We then started to see mountains for the first time all day. We rode thru deserts & not many towns. We stopped at some small water tank for half an hour and refueled and were off to some town called Bull Mt. A nice quiet town at 8:45 P.M. that evening. Rolling off again through Osbourne Mont. like a flash.<br />
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We were going along pretty fast for a few hours till we came to a Wonderful town called Livingston which I'll never forget as long as I live. The train stopped for the night. Some of us were given leave until 5 A.M. and then the fun began. We first visited a saloon just like in the movies, bar, gambling tables, the first time I started to realize I was really in the West. I gave the man behind the bar a $5 bill and he gave me change in Silver Dollars.<br />
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Then we went to a section of town called B Street and there I saw things I never saw before, which I can't explain in this book.Then we went to the Cafeteria for a bite to eat and I met the sweetest girl in the West. Her name was Marie Grasse. She was very nice and pleasant to talk to. She got stuck on my style, so I walked out with her and learned she was stopping at the Northern Hotel in Livingston. I went up to her suite (2 rooms) and had a very nice time, almost missed my train which left at 5:15.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Left Brooklyn Army Base at 6 P.M. by boat to Weehawken New jersey arrived at 7 P.M. Train left at 11:40 P.M. it was by New York Central.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For a series of assorted reasons including the writing and publication of my book, <i>That Shakespeare Kid</i>, I have allowed this project to lapse. But now, with a much better scanner and a much better incentive, I plan to complete the work.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ML</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-70203105023050866722010-11-08T09:59:00.000-05:002010-11-08T09:59:46.182-05:00Wednesday May 17, 1933<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Arrived at Base at 7:00, got a pass, went to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Hancock,_New_Jersey">Fort Hancock</a>, was a wonderful trip by boat. Saw Jim there. The place was wonderful. Only the place they slept in was awful. Came back to army base in afternoon, had nice dinner, then lay around for the afternoon.</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-14448185444668085392010-11-08T09:47:00.001-05:002010-11-08T09:47:47.588-05:00Tuesday May 16, 1933Got up at 6:30, met Pauline on train, rode down with her a ways. Got at base at 8:30, felt lousy all day. Wrote a letter to Kitty A., had chow. After chow listened to some good advice from Capt. Genthon about camping. Went to NY, stopped at aunt's house, no one home, so I took the train and went home. Hung around the neighborhood until 7:30. Got a call from Terry. Told her I would see her SUnday at the Dinner and Dance. John Cala came around after supper and Yony Brown. Went to bed at 10:30 mthjat night.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-55577967189239207382010-11-08T09:36:00.000-05:002010-11-08T09:36:00.188-05:00Monday May 15, 1933Got up very early, came to Army base at 5:30 in Jim's car. Jim had breakfast at our place, liked it very much. Later went down to see him off at Pier at 10 o'clock. Had chow at 12 which was very good what I mean. Later went out for a Sun bath, then made an appointment with the dentist for Thursday morning. Then went home. Took boys home in Jim's car, then wentr for a ride in Shapiro's buggy, then went to Brownsville with the boys and Miriam. Boys went shopping. Came home, took the car to Jim's house, saw Mary & Sue in front of the house. Bid them good night then walked home & to bed. Found a letter from Kitty.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-11558926349561472642010-11-05T15:33:00.000-04:002010-11-05T15:33:47.359-04:00Sunday May 14, 1933<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coMIt1IqHCI/TNRbQmwCgGI/AAAAAAAAJ8U/KGoQwfUiMv8/s1600/Brownsville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coMIt1IqHCI/TNRbQmwCgGI/AAAAAAAAJ8U/KGoQwfUiMv8/s320/Brownsville.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got up at 10, went to church, saw Pauline. Came home went for a ride to Brownsville for Grace pictures. Afternoon Jim and Mary came over, stayed in front of house. Later they went to the show. Spoke to Christina for a while, then went for a walk, met the boys, stood around for a while then went to bed.</span></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-68199466252895492952010-11-05T15:26:00.000-04:002010-11-05T15:26:17.476-04:00Saturday May 13, 1933<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Met Pauline at Station. She was all dolled up. Made an appointment to see her in church on Sunday. Later took a shower then got a pass, went home, dressed up, went for a ride, bought a pair of shoes. Then went to De Vita Party. Had a nice time. Went to bed about 3:00 AM Sunday morning.</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-73290176849345579632010-11-05T15:22:00.000-04:002010-11-05T15:22:52.211-04:00Friday May 12, 1933<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Up at 6:30 which was getting to be a habit. Met Pauline on Station. Rode downtown with her. Had some fun. Arrived at Base. Same as usual all day long. Home at 5:30. Tony Brown was there. Saw Anna that night. She had a message from Terry. Hung around the block until late then went to bed.</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-41734952258495332842010-11-05T15:19:00.000-04:002010-11-05T15:19:10.489-04:00Thursday May 11, 1933<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got up at 6:30 for second time. Felt good. Had breakfast, left for base. Met Pauline again on station. It's getting to be a habit. Rode down with her, met lieutenant on train. Found out he lived on Boyd Ave. Had some exercise then went for a long hike. It was good, then had lunch, then went to work in Supply room. Afternoon went fast. Not much happened that day. Went home and same as usual, went for a walk after supper, went to bed early.</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-73359724247531383282010-11-05T15:10:00.000-04:002010-11-05T15:10:13.855-04:00Wednesday May 10, 1933<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got up at 6:30, later than usual. Met Pauline at station. Rode down to work with her. Kidded her all the way down. Arrived at Base at 8:30. Saw a soldier in the Hoosegow for making a riot. Went thru daily routine. In the afternoon went to Anna Morgan's house with [Olive?], put a load of wine on, went home at the usual time. Met Fay, Pauline's girlfriend, had supper, went to see John Cala, then went for a ride in Shapiro's car. Took Margie someplace, later saw Anna who had a message from <u>Terry</u>. I sent her a note, later met Millie B. and Cousin. Walked her home then stopped off at Bakery, the went home to bed.</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-4896157681847196182010-11-05T15:02:00.000-04:002010-11-05T15:02:28.407-04:00Tuesday May 9, 1933<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back to Army Base early. Missed breakfast. Went down for roll call, then went to laundry, worked for a while, then had chow with pie. For first time had a nice meal. Some of the boys were left without pie. Went down for exercise in afternoon, then went for walk. Went home at four, not much happened that night. Stayed around the neighborhood, then went for a walk, then to bed at 11.</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-56027949184237448792010-11-05T14:58:00.000-04:002010-11-05T14:58:27.794-04:00Monday May 8, 1933<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got up, had breakfast, met boys at station, came to Base. Did some stiff exercise, then went up to work in Supply Room for a while. Then had lunch. Lay around in afternoon, got a pass at 4 PM, went home in the rain. Got home, changed, went to Cala's house. Saw Sue only everybody was out. Later met Sam & Mr. Cala on street. John had gone to hospital. Back home Sam Stone came, stayed for the night. Took a walk to City Line with boys. Went for a ride with Shapiro's car. Passed Pauline's place, saw Fay, went to bed about 11:00.</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-64752018045775899052010-11-05T14:52:00.000-04:002010-11-05T14:52:38.380-04:00Sunday May 7th, 1933<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got up about 11, shaved, dressed up, went out. John C. came over then we went to Larry's house. Stayed for a while then went home, had dinner then we went out. Got a telephone call from <u>Terry</u> saying she wasn't coming over for she had company, but would see me during the week. Later Emily called, told her about Army, was very surprised. Told her I would call her sometime. Took a walk up the Park with the boys, stayed up there till 10:30, then came back home, met some of the boys, hung around. Then went home to bed. Found out they took Willy's brother to hospital for appendicitis.</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-65718626860194556152010-11-05T14:28:00.001-04:002014-11-12T12:03:45.775-05:00At the Movies<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coMIt1IqHCI/TNRMmLGU7UI/AAAAAAAAJ8I/-U6zoUAx6P0/s1600/GabrielOverWhiteHouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coMIt1IqHCI/TNRMmLGU7UI/AAAAAAAAJ8I/-U6zoUAx6P0/s200/GabrielOverWhiteHouse.jpg" height="200" width="138" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coMIt1IqHCI/TNRLefj9Q7I/AAAAAAAAJ8E/_k83dh-_2K0/s1600/Gabriel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coMIt1IqHCI/TNRLefj9Q7I/AAAAAAAAJ8E/_k83dh-_2K0/s200/Gabriel.jpg" height="149" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got up, dressed up, had breakfast, left for Base. It started to rain when I got off train. Looked like it was going to be a lousy day. Had an inspection of all bunks and clothes. Later went down to Pier to meet boat that Jim wrote about, but it never came. Dressed up in Civi. clothes, went to meet Pauline. Met her and went to a show & saw "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0024044/">Gabriel Over the White House</a>." Had a nice time, left her late in the afternoon, went home, met Jim and Mary over the house. Hung around all day, nothing else happened that day; went to bed about 11.</span><br />
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Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383076815490673388.post-72528820578065258932010-10-25T11:23:00.000-04:002010-10-25T11:23:49.328-04:00Friday May 5, 1933<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coMIt1IqHCI/TMWfaDpneSI/AAAAAAAAJ5w/p_yCRbhJgjk/s1600/armybase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coMIt1IqHCI/TMWfaDpneSI/AAAAAAAAJ5w/p_yCRbhJgjk/s1600/armybase.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Arrived at base with a toothache, saw the M.D., fixed my tooth, gave me some pills. Went and laid down and felt much better. Later went down and did some exercises which were very good.. Listened to Captain warn us about dangers in Woods. Later got a special delivery letter from Jim saying everything was OK and he was going to be sent here unless something happened. Went home, had supper, got a phone call from Pauline. Made a date for Saturday. Later I got a call from Terry saying she might see me Sunday. Then Mary Ad. called me up to find out if Jim had wrote me. Later went for a walk. When I got back, I heard I got a call from Jim but I don't know what about. Hung around for a while, then went home to bed. End of another day.</span>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08633989113084347812noreply@blogger.com0