Archive for December, 2013

Sun, Dec 15 — In about 9, roads were snow-free. As soon as I came in, took camera and drove close to the ANG ac by their gate & took pictures. Hands became seriously COLD and I stayed there later than wise, but took some excellent pictures. By the time I quit, I could not feel the shutter release, my hands were so frozen. Inside HorAv rested almost 40 minutes, most of it with significant pain in my fingers, to  recover from outside. Processed them for an hour,


Imagethen phot’d a Citation brought out from a hangar to depart later.
The new fence is a good thing. Posted a few pics from ANG on Fb. Phot’d a Lear 45
and a spread of newspapers from the Walker donation. Went home in daylight at 4:10. Very productive day.

Mon, Dec 16 — In about 7:50 from rush hour traffic. Forgot my glasses, and that will be bother and distraction today, but I’ll get by. Processed pictures from yesterday. Was surprised when I told QZ (not his real initials) I had some fine pictures from his work with the EC130 yesterday, and he didn’t even want to come in and see them. Nobody else did either. What a let down!
Work at employer was busy but okay. Processed more pictures and posted the report of last week’s activities on the AK blog. I want to go home early tonight. But I’m not. Rob F. visited and told me about a visitor who is “persona non grata” here,” and I volunteered to make a sign with a number to call when no one is behind the counter. A visitor from the Flying 20 club chatted with me a while before their meeting. Worked on the weekly report blog, made a sign for the counter and went home at 8, very satisfied with the day.

Tue, Dec 17 — In at 8:30 after a rough night. Visitors from a CJ2 outside. They were refueling the FAA King Air outside. Work was okay. Back, created a Fb for a company I like, but my zeal was not matched by company principals who asked me to remove it from Fb.  Had a terrific Fb chat with an extraordinary new Fb friend Julie. Photographed (attempted) some UH-60s departing at dark.
Posted two on Fb. Departed for grocer at 7:35.

Wed, Dec 18 — In at 8:40 after paying CWLP electric bill and a parking ticketdammit.  No time to do anythingdammit at the office. The staff at the counter outside my door were in good voice, lots of freewheeling laughter and loud banter, like a party around a campfire. And it didn’t help to be the only one in this building who wasn’t part of it. I left the office door open. If I couldn’t be a part of the hilarity beyond me I would witness it with my ears. Work went okay. George bought lunch for the first time in more than a week, indexed MANY AWSTs.But the drive back to AKM was a real challenge in heavy traffic that affected my night vision and made me nervous and agitated as hell, afraid I was going to FAINT for some reason, cracking a window down to let in some air, screaming at myself to stay focused. In the future, I’m going to delay departure from work –off the clock of course — for half an hour and HOPE THAT IMPROVES THINGS. I hate driving in traffic at night! And I wasn’t happy when I arrived at the office here. I want to rearrange things and make more room so I can work on models here. It’s a teeming happy and loud situation outside my office here, Depressing as HELL! Worked on the company Fb page until 7 and went home at 7:10.

Thu, Dec 19 — Another ragged night. In at 7:55 in warming weather. Took the first box of indexed AWSTs to the Periodicals room. Worked on office rearranging and didn’t get much done though I have a better idea of what I want to do. I need workspace to build models down here. Work at TGG was fine. George bought me lunch again. Indexed MANY AWSTs. Punched out at 5 but stayed until 5:15, hoping that most of the rush hour traffic would have blown by by then, but it had not. Bought fuel at Casey’s $3.09 for 87 octane. Back to AKM about 5:25. Began to get a feel for how I want to rearrange. Took three or four arms full of books upstairs transferred files to a desk file drawer.  RF gave me a Shop & Save gift card a friend had left for me. Merry Christmas to YOU, DJ!

 Fri, Dec 20 —  No nap last night, to bed about 10 and out of bed about 6:55 after some lying awake and listening to the news. Calm and 50 outside. In at 7:25 and rearranged office some more. Work was okay. Finished indexing the 1978 AWSTs, started clipping from an aviation history coffee table book donated by a friend. Stayed until 5:20 working on clips after clocking out at 5. It didn’t help with the traffic and I was a trifle shaken when I arrived AKM at 5:35. Moved things around in the office and it made a difference. Must bring a table from home tomorrow morn and must get an EARLIER START! Posted some EC 130 and Lear 45 pics at Fb, decided to go straight home for peanut butter and strawberry preserves sandwiches with chips and the usual libation. I’ll go to grocer earlier in the day to be more likely to find prepared salads.  Departed AKM at 7:15.

Sat, Dec 21 — In at 7:10 in very light, freezing rain, but the roads were okay. Brought a small table from home for a model work table. It fit great. Spent until 9:45 arranging, putting things away in office and upstairs. Made decent progress, but I knew the roads were okay so I was happy to leave for employer at 9:45. Clipped things from a donated book for most of an hour before employer called, told me the weather was getting worse, we weren’t going to have any business, and I should close up shop and go home. So I closed the store and returned to AKM. The roads are fine, and will be fine when I leave here in daylight, just to be on the safe side with a stop by the grocer. . . . Departed at 4 after updating the AK website and accomplishing a LOT upstairs and in the office.

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May 26, 1946

A four-page program was given to all who filed into the SHS auditorium for the Sunday afternoon 3:00 pm event. Organized by the Springfield High School Alumni Association — noted on page one. The sponsors were listed on page three: sponsored by Hennessey Florist, Lindley Floral Company, Winch Florist and James V. Jabusch. Not one of the florists remains in the community today, and only one Jabusch according to the phone book.

Page three lists the order of the proceedings. The event began with music provided by the String Ensemble: violinists George W. Killius and William J Adams, cellist Alfred Diemer and pianist Mrs. J.0. Taylor. They played All Souls Day by r. Strauss, Andante Cantabile by Tchaikovsky, Allegretto and Andante, Op. 20 by Grieg.

The speaker for the invocation was not mentioned, and it was followed by the voices of the A cappella Choir, Miss Margaret Hansen, Director. They sang Praise Be to Thee by Palestrina; Hail Our Redeemer by Rhea; Hear My Prayer by Kapylof; Unfold Ye Portals — “The Redemption” by Gounod.

The program notes “Readings” followed. My best guess is that members of the Alumni Association shared inspirational words. Page three was given to the  program content, and there was no room on that page to include one one more than what had been included as recalled in this blog post.

Miss Minnie Lou Giachetto, Soprano and Mrs. Lillian Fontana, Accompanist shared Schubert’s Ave Maria, Bradbury’s Sweet Hour of Prayer and Malotte’s The Lord’s Prayer.  It would be inteeresting to see if any of the vocal music would be approved for singing at a memorial service conducted in a public school in 2013. My heart’s guess is that none of it would be, and that is our loss. 

The “Address” was given by The Rev. Charles B. Topper, D.D.

The “Benediction” was given, by whom the program does not say.

The inspiration for the event was provided in the three columns of names and years graduated by the content of page two.

Springfield High School Alumni Honor Roll

To honor those valiant men who gave themselves
in service and sacrifice for God and Country.
In  Memoriam
Raymond Abbott ’31 . . . . . . . .  John G. Eggleston ’37 . . . . . . David Donald Moore ’41
George Adams ’39 . . . . . . . . . .Lee  Roy Everhart ’36 . . . . . . W.H. Mulvey ’41
Richard J. Allender ’41 . . . . . . John G. Fogarty ‘ 33 . . . . . . . Donald T. Murphy ’43
Jack T. Allen ’36 . . . . . . . . . . . Philo French ’36 . . . . . . . . . . James R. Newell ’37
Orthello C. Alley ’33 . . . . . . . . Harry Lee Gould ’36 . . . . . . . Edward Nice ’41
Robert Allison ’30 . . . . . . . . .  Joseph W. Gresham ’45 . . . . Wilbur Noble ’37
John Andrew ’37 . . . . . . . . . . Milton L Hamrick ’30 . . . . . . . Arnold Pell ’43
Merle Joseph Andrews ’38 . . Joseph Hauser ’42 . . . . . . . . Herbert Perlmutter ’41
Denzil Auten ‘ 39 . . . . . . . . .  William R. Henry ’39 . . . . . .   Fred A. Peters ’33
Warren O. Bacon ’41 . . . . . . Ferren R. Hinds ’37 . . . . . . .  Richard Ranney  ’43
Emil Ransbach, Jr. ’28 . . . . . . James H. Hornback ’37 . . .  Jack T. Reynolds ’42
Noble T. Baumann ’36 . . . . . .  Norman L. Johnson ’41 .  . . William A. Rodger, Jr. ’41
Robert William Best ’43 . . . . .  Robert Fairles Jordan ’40 .   David Richard Sanders ’38
Carl Edward Boehmer ’41 . .  . Thomas Jorgensen  ’35 . . . .  Chester Sikking ’37
George Stanley Brodie ’42 . . . Dr. Anthony Kerasotes. 30 . . Aaron Sisk ’38
Edwin W. Brown ’35 . . . . . . .   David Knight ‘ 37 . . . . . . . . . . Allan R. Smith ‘ 44
Peter S. Campo ‘ 43 . . . . . .  . Fred Kusch  ’42 . . . . . . . . . . . Francis Allen Snodgrass ’31
Sam Stout Connelly ’39 . . . .   Edward H. Lasseter, JR. ’42 . .  Collins Taylor ’26
Robert W. Cormeny ’33 . . . .  Fred Kelly Lawson, R. ’39 . . . .  John Z. Urbis ’33
Arthur E. Cox ’42 . . . . . . . . .  Jack R. Luker ’39 . .  . . . . . . . .  Albert Victor ’38
John Culver ’34 . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . Clark W. Mayne ’31 . . . .  John V. Vorhes ’34
Robert Eugene Cunningham ’40 . . .Franklin McKelvey ’35 . . John Thornton Walker ’31
Vincent Dressendorfer ‘ 40 . . . . . . Frank O. Melkush, Jr. ‘ 36 . . Frederick W. Wenzel ’38
Haruld DuHamel ’29 . . . . . . . .  Joseph Mitchell Jr. ’37 . . . . . . . . Herbert Woods ’42
Edward H. Edwards ’32
 (At the bottom of the page is a row of stars)
I will include a scan of the program cover in the book I’m writing about John Thornton Walker, The Hero Who Never Came Home and include the information shared here in one of three or four appendixes that will include transcripts of the two surviving pilot log books of John Thornton Walker.

I wonder about some of the names. Noble Baumann might have been part of my friend Tadd Baumann’s family. He never mentioned Noble, but that name would seem natural for a shared father Milton C. Baumann and mother. Is the Pell connected to Springfield architect Charles Pell? Was the Sikking one of the Sikking Furniture Store family? Bud Abbott was a Springfield pilot and taught aviation at Springfield High in the 70s. Was Rayond Abbott part of his family? I knew a Dick Best when I attended Springfield High. Connected? Was Dr. Anthony part of the Kerasotes movie theater empire? If anyone reading this post can add to what I know, I will be happy to add the information to my book.

And the writing continues. Please comment if you have facts or support to share. In the meantime,

Live long . . . . . . . and proper.

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Here is the text of a letter sent to a long time friend who has been sending me books and models for what you will soon understand to be my prime focus in life these days., I’m sharing it here, and will also share it at my AeroKnow Museum blog because it reveals what my life is all about lately. I hasten to add that a few nights ago I played guitar and sang several songs I have written and recited Vachel Lindsay’s poetry at a local art gallery’s open house. It was wonderful. I even practiced, and I will be posting a separate Honey & Quinine about that later this week. In the meantime, I am happy to share the letter that goes to the post office Monday. and from there to my treasured friend in Sauk Rapids . . . .

                              Sunday, December 8, 2013

George —

Again, BELATED THANK YOU for the die-cut paper card model and the modeling books! It’s taking me too long to acknowledge your welcome correspondence and packages, and I am sorry for this. My schedule is erratic these days because of my erratic routine. This business of doing what I WANT to do is in near-constant conflict with what I wind up doing.

On perfect days, I’m at the museum by 5:30 am and I work here until I leave to work at my employer from 9 to 5. My office door here is always open, and I hang a sign by the door that invites people to come in and visit. Sometimes a Learjet pilot or a passenger, waiting for the plane to be refueled comes in and I show them around. If they have time — and they do not often have time — I show them the rooms upstairs. I’ve sent you pictures in earlier letters. You know what they’re all about. Sometimes what I INTENDED to do in the morning — like writing a letter to George S —  does NOT GET DONE.  On a good day at my employer, I accomplish a lot for the museum, including indexing magazines and clipping aviation articles from recent newspapers and magazines, Things are so unpredictable at work that I CANNOT write a bleeping word because of interruptions. Indexing and clipping are one thing; cogent communication is another! So from work I return to the museum; usually arriving about 5:15. I usually have pictures to process, blog posts to write, e-mail correspondence to catch up with, and sometimes visitors. EVERYTHING STOPS WHEN VISITORS COME.  This month I am concentrating on a book I promised the family of Springfield war hero John Thornton Walker. This project is the Bunsen Burner of my life and the heat helps me focus. It is NOT a walk in the park, but Walker was a good man, a terrific pilot and people in this city don’t even know who he was. During warmer weather, I’d stay here working at the museum until  8 or 9 and sometimes as late as almost 10 which is when the host business closes for the day. They open every day at 5 am, and between 5a and 8:30a are the  best time for real communication. The only day in the week I have off from work is  Saturday, and that’s a real drag! But I need the dollars and my employer needs me. I’m lucky to have an employer at all. During the winter, with my EXTREMELY IRREGULAR sleep patterns, I am usually pretty tired by 6 pm here at the museum and always hungry, and since I hate driving at night with my cataracts in the eyes problem, I usually wait for the 5:00 RUSH to be over, and I usually go home by 7:30, sometimes stopping at the grocer for a little food.

    The first thing I do at home is turn up the thermostat from 55 to 68 or something. Then I do dinner. I’ve been eating up to five or six prepared salads that I purchase in plastic boxes from the grocer for dinner and wash it down with either a pitcher of Lipton (or “store brand generic”) iced tea. More often these winter days it’s Carlo Rossi Burgundy that I purchase from Shop N Save for $14.98 a gallon or Wal-Mart for $11.97 or $12.97 a gallon. I don’t like shopping at Wal-Mart because I have to drive in evening rush hour traffic to get to it after work, and it’s dark as hell and the oncoming headlights really bother my eyes. I could leave the museum half an hour early to buy food before going to work, but I really need the time at the museum. I am going to TRY to do the food shopping in the morning on the way to work. Logically it makes much more sense.
           I have not had a working television since last July, and I really don’t miss it. I am re-reading books that have nothing to do with aviation, sometimes with the radio on; most often, not. During this winter I have re-read David McCullom’s wonderful book 1776  and now I’m almost done with H.W. Brands BLOCKBUSTER biography of Andrew Jackson. When I’m done with that I’m going to re-read a super biography of Mark Twain. Will tell you the author after I finish Jackson. I stayed awake longer when I had a working TV which captured more of my attention than reading while eating dinner and after dinner does. I can be drinking iced tea OR WINE during these evenings, and the same thing happens: I set the book down on the table beside my recliner rocker, take off my glasses, lean back more in the recliner, usually by 8 or 8:30, and the next thing I know I awaken and the clock say it’s anywhere from midnight to 1:30. I HATE THIS. At that point I rise, turn off the living room light and go to bed in my bedroom. Sometimes I take several swallows of Burgundy which I carry into the bedroom with  me and drink from the jug. Then I sleep for another two hours, maybe three, before awakening, at which time I lie in bed and listen to the radio, usually turned on just loud enough so I can hear the voices on the USA, Springfield, Illinoos broadcasts of the British Broadcasting System news — mostly from “the formah empiah” — which bores me to tears and gladly so. I tried listening to the much more enjoyable classical music station — WILL 90.9 FM — that plays beautiful music I wish I could listen to all day. DOWNSIDE is that I pay too much attention to the music and I found I CANNOT get back to sleep. The local FM PBS/BBC station returns me to slumber if the volume is set just right, but sometimes even that doesn’t work. Often I drift in and out of sleep off and on and I go into deeper sleep about the time I usually arose  to head out to the museum at 5 am. These days I don’t rise and GO until 6:30 or 7. Lately I’ve been getting up during the NULL ZONE between 2:30 and 4, going to my home office, turning on the computer and wasting time on the internet until I’m tired again. Then I return to bed take a few hits of Burgundy and am asleep until 7.
         I’ll send more pictures in my next letter, George. Thanks again for your support and for being my friend.  — Job

 —- So hey, campers, thanks for reading this post! 🙂

               Live long . . . . . . and proper.

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