http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack/ Sailor Jack's thoughts and opinions en sailor_jack@mac.com Copyright 2005 2006-05-23T15:08:00-04:00 hourly 1 2000-01-01T12:00+00:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//index.html#unique-entry-id-286 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//index.html#unique-entry-id-286 Check out the latest Jack's Sea Cabin.]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2006-05-23T15:08:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-31.html#unique-entry-id-274 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-31.html#unique-entry-id-274 It is now 0900 hours, and I have just finished eating my breakfast. Two slices of French Toast, 3 sausages, 2 scrambled egg and a cup of tea. Frisco and I are logging in each meal attempting to better control of our blood sugar. I have been a diabetic for over 30 years and fortunately have been able to keep it under control through dieting, and my daily exercise routine.

On the minus side of the ledger is that my A1C blood test reveals that it is at the 8.1 level which indicates that down the road a piece I very likely will be put on insulin. This I do not want and will do everything within my power to avoid it, if possible.

My health provider, at the VA, is a diabetic herself and understands the troubles I am having. She is well versed on the subject and I have every confidence in her advise. She suggested that I start a log and keep track of what I am having for my meals and take my blood sugar test 2 hours after each meal.

In that way, she informed me, if my blood sugar elevates too high, I can look back in the log and see what it was that caused it. She told me to stay away from all white food products. Things such as, white bread, pasta, potatoes, and the like. If my sugar elevates, check the log, and delete it from the menu. Try the same menu again, minus the deleted item, and check it again 2 hours after the meal. It should show an improvement in your blood sugar. It works, so both Fran and I are diligently recording our meals and making the proper adjustments.

Frisco is not considered to be a diabetic, but her blood tests show that she is borderline case. She has her own monitor for testing blood and we both heed the advice we receive from our health provider.

It makes me more conscious of my health, having Fran joining me in efforts to remain insulin free. We have been married now for over 50 years. Tomorrow evening our children and grandchildren will be coming home to treat us to a fine evening dinner. We made a reservation at Graziano's Casa Mia Restaurant for 17 people. Family and work commitments kept many of them from being with us on our anniversary date, October 29th.

They got together and picked Veteran's Day to honor us with their presence. They couldn't have picked a better day, for I am a proud old veteran of 3 of our nation's wars. I am going to take my grandchildren over to the memorial site so that they can see what their grandfather is working on. They will be proud to know that they contributed to their "grandpa's" memorial.

Sometime next week the forms will be removed, and a bed of gravel will be laid at the base of the monument. The four (4) foot deep trench will then be filled with sand and will be allowed to settle until the spring, when we will finish up the foundation by installing the concrete walk ways leading up to the memorial.

I am beginning to see, and feel, the excitement of the community coming to play in our endeavors. Lois Brown, our treasurer, informed me that a couple of the bank tellers suggested we promote a Gala Town of Lenox Memorial Dinner in April. The women volunteered their services to help in promoting and helping in the arrangements. When Lois asked what I thought about the idea, I told her by all means. This is what I wanted it to be, a community project, something that everyone can help with.

We are going to try and get the U.S. Army Band, from Fort Drum, to put on a concert before the dinner hour. We will presell tickets for the event well in advance. The bank has approved the sale of tickets at their place of business, along with both the American Legion and the VFW also selling tickets in advance. The proposed dinner date is on April 22nd and will be held at the Rusty Rail Party House on Route 5 in Canastota. Rusty has reserved his establishment for the event and has promised us a delicious buffet.

We had originally planned on having another Spaghetti Dinner there, with my running mate, Louie Balducci, doing the cooking and volunteers serving the meal. As I said, the community is excited and wants to join the ranks of those of us who want this project to succeed. It's a warm feeling to know that so many people are offering their services to help. This is a small rural community, proud of it's sons and daughters. I have found throughout the years that citizens of our small village will response to any worthy cause. I know that they will not let us down.

Tuesday, November 8th, was election day and our Town Supervisor, Rocky DiVeronica, was re-elected to serve another term. I was happy to see him win as he has put so much into having this World War II Memorial built. It has been his dream for many years to reconstruct a likeness to the old wooden memorial that honored those who served.

Rocky, Bob Clarke, our designer, and myself will be making a trip to Vermont to visit the Rock of Ages Monument Co. to get a preview of how they are progressing on our Memorial. We will more than likely be going in early April when the snow has died down and the roads will be safe for traveling.

Well, my good friends Frisco has requested that I take her over to Wal Mart so that she can do little shopping. I have to run over to the Oneida Daily Dispatch with a news release so I'll drop her off, run into Oneida and take care of my business and then make headway for home. Once again, thanks for allowing me to bend your ear and making my day a little more interesting. Take care good people, and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-11-10T09:10:00-05:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-31.html#unique-entry-id-271 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-31.html#unique-entry-id-271 November 7th, 2005. At long last things are beginning to look up at Clark Memorial Park. Today at 1300 hours, the cement trucks rolled into the park and concrete began pouring into the forms. I could see the monument come alive as I stood there watching it begin to take shape. I actually had a chill run up my back as I stood there taking pictures. Maybe the chill was due to weather conditions. It was windy, cold and the temperature was in the mid 40s. At any rate it made my day.

I stopped off at the Town Hall after I finished my exercise routine at the "Y". Lois, our treasurer, informed me that she and a couple of other gals got to talking about the memorial, and came up with a suggestion which I endorsed wholeheartedly.

A month or so ago, I made a request from the one and only party house in town to allow us to use their establishment for a spaghetti dinner in late April. The gals suggested we put on a dinner and have the Rusty Rail cater it at their party house. They are going to get in touch with Congress McHugh, our representative in Washington, to contact Fort Drum and request a musical concert prior to the dinner to attract support for our project. I am sure Rusty will accommodate us as he stands to reap some of the proceeds from the event.

This will be a last hour push for the fund drive and I am positive if we all work together, presell tickets for the affair we will have an overflow crowd for the dinner. The gals and I, along with my running mate, Louie Balducci, will begin planning the affair within the next couple of weeks.

I called the Rock of Ages Monument Co., in Vermont, this afternoon and was informed that everything is on schedule, that they received my list of names that are to be inscribed on the memorial and will be sending us a proof for us to sign off on in a few weeks.

He also extended an invitation for Bob Clarke, Rocky Di Veronica and myself to make a trip in the Spring to get a preview of what the monument looks like. I told him I would accept his invitation on behalf of both Rocky and Bob. I saw Bob tonight at the legion and he was all for it. I am sure Rocky will accompany us if he can break away from his many duties as the Town Supervisor.

My daughter, Lorraine, the oldest girl, called this evening and said it was all firmed up for the dinner engagement this weekend celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary. Tomorrow I have to go Graziano's Casa Mia, an Italian restaurant here in Canastota, and make reservations for 17 people. Frisco and I are both looking forward to having the gang home to celebrate with us. Dave, our oldest son, and Eric, our youngest, live out of state and work commitments keep them from attending. Their thoughts and prayers will be with us that evening, I know.

Yesterday the weather was really hectic here in Central New York. Wind gusts of up to 70 mph hit all through Madison County. Trees were uprooted, falling on houses and cars. Accompanying the wind, was a driving rain storm that dropped hail galore. The ground was white with hail, you would have thought we had a snow storm.

A large pine tree that was planted in memory of John F. Kennedy, was uprooted in Clark Memorial Park. The roots of the tree were taller than my bride, Frisco. I took her over to the park to see it, and also view the monument site. It was a shame to lose the tree but it did have one benefit - It opened a clear view from the street to where our memorial will stand.

It was a fast moving storm and we managed not to lose electrical power. I was happy for that. The last time we lost power we were shut down for 10 hours or more. That was about a month ago. The weather sure seems to be getting awful savage of late. Hurricanes, tornados, floods, you name it. I think someone upstairs is getting annoyed with us, and attempting to send us a message. Pay heed.

It's now 2140 hours and my mind is not functioning properly so I believe I'll call it an evening and relax in my recliner and watch TV until sack time. It's been good talking to whomever is out there listening to me. I'm still a kid at heart. I have lots of imaginary friends out there in the nether world. We get along fabulously, we never have harsh words or bad feelings between us.

Veterans Day is this Friday. If you meet up with a vet shake his hand and thank him, or her, for their service. I have had it done to me on several occasions, and it gave me a warm feeling knowing that people appreciated the service and sacrifices we made for our country.

That's it for tonight. Nice chatting with all you good people. Till next time remember, Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-11-07T20:18:00-05:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-30.html#unique-entry-id-256 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-30.html#unique-entry-id-256 Today is November 5th, the last time I spent any time in my sea cabin was on September 25th. Where have I been? Things are happening so fast that I don't have the time to keep up with them. I shouldn't complain though, everything that has happened has had a positive effect for me. The Town of Lenox WW II Memorial is on a fast track and moving right along. The foundation will be poured this coming week, and donations are coming in at a steady pace.

A few weeks ago a friend of mine gave me a call and inquired where to send in his donation. I gave him the info and related the story I have told so many times. I mentioned to him that there were 770 names to be inscribed on the memorial - that relates to 770 families. I told him, "The last time I went to school, 770 times 100 equals 77,000. If each family (the entire extended family) would would chip in a hundred dollars, collectively, the monument would be paid for."

When he called the other day he said, "Jack, I have some money for you. Where do you want me to send it?"

"Take it to the Municipal Building and give it to our treasurer. She'll take your picture for the newspapers". I told him.

"How about you being there too, I want you in the picture?"

"O.K. I'll be there", I answered.

When we met at the Municipal Building he showed me six checks from his family totaling $325.00. "I did like you told me, I got my brothers and my sons to give a donation", he said with pride.

I thanked him for his great support for our project. When I returned home I called the Oneida Daily Dispatch and asked the editor if he would consider a rerun of the completed list of names for publication. He informed me that he would be happy to do so.

I also requested an interview with one of his reporters and with the help of Commander Dave I forwarded, via e mail, the photo of my friend, his son and me, with my buddy holding the checks in a fanned pose. Hopefully this will entice other families to do the same thing.

If we are going to meet our goal of $110,000 it will have to come, largely, from the families whose loved ones names will be inscribed on the Memorial. I have faith that they will not let us down.

I also had cataracts surgery on both of my eyes since my last post. The surgery was a success, it certainly lit up my life. I didn't realize I was having that much difficulty with my eyesight. I don't need my glasses anymore for driving. Everything is so much clearer than before.

I guess that's the main reason I have been away from my post.

My darling, Frisco Fran, and I celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary on October 29th. Our children will be coming home for Veterans Day to treat us to a fine evening out. I believe that only Commander Dave and our son Eric will be unable to attend. Both live out of state and work commitments keep them from coming. Their thoughts and prayers will be with us that evening, I know.

Dave was home for a 4 day weekend in early October. He wanted to be here for his high school class 30th reunion. He really enjoyed his stay and renewing old acquaintances.

Another son, Mark, was home for a very short time the same week that Dave came home. He dropped off his two cats for us to watch over while he took his annual 10 day hike in the Adirondack Mountains. He managed to see and visit with Dave for 2 days before he returned to his Cornwall on the Hudson home. While he was home here, he purchased a set of headphones so that I could watch my TV without the volume so high. When it's loud Fran gets annoyed with me. She has sonar ears. She can hear a pin drop. Now I can mute the TV and still hear what's going on. My guys are always so thoughtful of their old Sea Dad.

When I had my cataracts removed I was not allowed to bend down, and was advised to forego my exercise routine at the "Y". As a result I am now starting all over again attempting to build my strength and endurance. I am back to walking at Wal Marts with my trusty cart, my legs are feeling the pain, but I keep reminding myself of that old saying "No Pain - No Gain". Hopefully I'll be back in battery in a couple of weeks. Meanwhile I am trying to stay focused on, and I mean that literally, things I have to accomplish . I just received new eye glasses and I doing my best to adjust to them.

I even have to get my fingers to moving much faster. I used to type around 120 words a minute but I have slowed down quite a bit since my duties as a Navy Yeoman. Have no fear, I have just got to get off the solitary and cribbage games and pay more attention to my web log. I fully enjoy sitting here chatting with no one in particular, and hope that someone out there in the nether world is reading my blog. It is now l330 hours and I believe I have spent enough time discussing this past chapter in the life of Sailor Jack. Time to put on my head phones, and turn on the TV. The football games are underway and I am missing out on a lot of action.

Nice talking to you good people. I pray that the weatherman will look with favor on us so that we can get the concrete poured for our monument. Once that is done we can turn our full attention to Fund Raising activities. Our goal remains at $110,000. We have approximately $52,000 in the Town of Lenox Veterans Fund at the present time. Anyone out there that would like to honor the World War II veterans, living or dead, from the Town of Lenox located in Central New York can do so by simply writing a check payable to The Town of Lenox Veterans Fund, and mail it to: The Town of Lenox, Municipal Building, Peterboro Street, Canastota, NY 13032.

Once again, thanks for having me on your screen. I've enjoyed our chat. Until the next post, Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack


]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-11-05T08:51:00-05:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-25.html#unique-entry-id-250 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-25.html#unique-entry-id-250 Gracious me. How time has a way of slipping by without taking note of it. My last post was on August 14th, and a lot have transpired during that interval.

To start off with I had cataract surgery on my left eye on August 30th and on my right eye on September 13th. It took some time for me to get adjusted to the bright lights and the sunshine. They really hurt my eyes. I am still having some diffficulty, but I am improving each day. By gosh, it's nice to be able to see the ball scores on television, and that is without my glasses.

I have an eye appointment on October 5th with my optician for an eye exam for new reading glasses. I can see so much better now, that I no longer have to wear glasses when I am driving. How nice.

Shortly before my first eye surgery I had an appoint with my cardiologist for a nuclear stress test on my heart. I had by- pass surgery 4 years ago and have to take a stress test annually. I am not able to take the normal stress test on a treadmill because my left leg is too weak due to lost of muscle when I had the "flesh eating disease" back in '95.

They have to shoot dye into my veins and then after a short while they lay me on a small narrow bed and have me cross my arms over my head. I have to lay still for approximately 20 minutes without moving a muscle as a camera slowing passes over me from left to right taking dozen of pictures of my heart under stress because of the nuclear dye solution they put into my viens.

When the test was over the cardilogist called Frisco Fran and I into his office for consultation of the results of the test. He informed us that the good news was that my heart is in fine shape. No changes from the last test. Then he said in the next breath, "Come here, Mr. Rogers, I want to show you something".

Being the good sailor that I am, I obeyed his order and walked over and glanced down at the pictures that he had.

"See this white spot here?", he inquired.

"Yes, sir", I shot back.

"Well, it doesn't belong there. I don't know what it is, but it's not suppose to be there".

"Oh, Oh", I said. "Frisco, come see".

The doctor told her, "This is not my expertise. I stongly urge you to have it examined to ascertain what it is. Don't waste any time."

He then inquired who my health provider was. I gave him her name and looking through my records he found her phone number. He told us he would call her and tell her that she should arrange for me to get a catscan as soon as possible.

We were in Utica, NY, a 45 minute drive from our home and by the time we arrived there I had a flashing light on our phone indicating we had a phone call. It was my health provider informing me that I had an appointment in Oneida he next morning at 1000 hours.

All I could think about was, "Do I have cancer?". It sort of takes the breath right out of you. It didn't take long for the catscan but the technician informed me that she would fax the results to my health provider as soon the doctor read the results of the test.

That evening my health provider called and informed me that she had good news for me. Whew -- what a relief. She reported to me that I have a "fat pad" near my heart. It is non cancerous and for the time being nothing will be done. We are going to monitor it and have it checked again in 3 months. The size of the "fat pad" is approximate 4 to 5 inches in diameter.

To top all of that, on Saturday, August 20th, Fran and I were involved in an automobile accident. I sustained damage to our car in the amount of approximately $6,000. It was about 1230 hours and we were on our way to a barbeque. The folks we were going to visit, lived in a home that was set back quite aways from the rode. We had been over there only once before and I was traveling approximate 30 mph, in a 45 mph zone, looking for land marks. Another car was behind me and I could tell he was annoyed with me for driving so slow. I mentioned this to Frisco and told me I was going to pull over and let the fellow pass. The spot I picked looked a lot like the place we were hunting for. so I pulled over and turned on my left turn signal and began to turn left on the road that lead to where we thought we were going.

'WATCH OUT!!" screamed Frisco. Too late, I had already committed myself to the turn. I did not see another car behind the one that was following me and he hit me broadside on the driver's side. We were knocked over into an open field and I managed to keep the car under control without any further damage.

Now comes the good part. The other driver comes over and inquires, "Are you folks alright, are you hurt?" I had to climb over the console and exit by the passenger side door as both doors on the driver's side were jammed shut. We assured him that neither of us were hurt and we inquired he was. He also was not injured in any way.

Frisco looked at his license plate and asked if he was a judge. "Yes". he answered. "a County Judge".

'Oh, boy", I said to myself, "fine mess you got yourself into."

We exchanged the names of our insurance companies and the good judge called the Sheriff's Department. In a short time a woman Deputy Sheriff arrived. We explained what had happened, and she informed me that no traffic ticket would be issued.

To make a long story short, we arrived at the picnic a little later than we expected. The place we were going to was less than a quarter of a mile down the road from where the accident occurred.

Our car was laid up for two weeks getting repaired. We have her back now, and she looks as good as new. No hassle from the insurace company, and hopefully our premiums won't go up.

Well, now you have an idea as to what has transpired in the life of Sailor Jack for the past six weeks. The only reason I am sticking around, is that I can't help but wonder what in hell is going to happen next.

In the meantime, my thoughts and prayers are with all of you. The Man upstairs is still with me. Tomorrow I'll bring you up to date on our progress with the Town of Lenox World War II Veterans Memorial. Until then, Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-09-25T10:04:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-19.html#unique-entry-id-240 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-19.html#unique-entry-id-240 My last post was on July 27th, about 3 weeks ago. I have no good excuse, but I'll try and talk my way into one. First off, the weather has been miserably hot, but then again, we have central air conditioning (no excuse). Second, our galley has been out of commission for the past week undergoing the finishing touches of a kitchen remodeling program that began last Fall. Pretty good, but it only took 6 days to finish the job. Lets try another one, it's rather weak, but worth a try. I have been busy overseeing work on the Town of Lenox War Memorial. Even that is a lame excuse.

Let's try this one, I had an appointment with my eye doctor 2 weeks ago and I have been informed that I have to have cataract surgery performed on both eyes. They will remove the first one on August 30th and the other one about 4 or 5 weeks later.

I have had a difficult time lately with my eyes. I can't drive at night because the bright lights of oncoming cars blind me, and I have a terrible time seeing the road. No driving for me at night! My eyes tear up something awful when I am using the computer. There goes my solitary and cribbage games.

I had an appointment with my podiatrist this past week to have my toe nails manicured. As a diabetic, they do no want me to cut my own nails. To dangerous, they say. Frisco and I drove to the VA Clinic, in Rome, NY, this past Monday, and a nice young lady called my name and ushered me into her office. She sat me down, removed my socks, and began doing her thing. When she got to my left big toe, she said, "Oops, I'm sorry." I inquired, "What happened. I didn't feel anything".

I looked down at my left foot, and blood was spurting out of it. "Cut it a little too close", she answered me. "I'll fix it up."

She administered some type of ointment on my toe and placed a couple of band aids on it. "You'll be fine." she assured me.

Two days later Frisco took the band aids off, and it was still bleeding somewhat. Frisco, being the good nurse that she is, put some neosporin cream on the wound and replaced the band aids. This morning when I took my shower, the band aids fell off, but the big toe looks a 100% better. No more bleeding.

I am awful afraid when I see blood. I don't want to touch the wound, I fear I may become infected with that "flesh eating disease" I had back in 1995. That is a terrible, terrible disease. I spent 48 days in the hospital with it, and the doctors tell me that I am very lucky. In fact, they told me I should be dead. My poor bride, was at my side every day I was in the hospital. She reluctantly signed a paper allowing the doctors to remove my left leg at the hip because they were afraid it was spreading. Fortunately, my kidneys were not functioning properly and it was just water build up. They managed to save my leg, and my life. Talk about the luck of the Irish. Believe me when I say, that incident changed my whole perception on life. It made my faith even stronger than it was before I was struck down with it.

Still, that too, is a rather lame excuse for staying away for 3 weeks. I guess I'll just have to apologize for my laziness.

Please accept them. I'll try to do better in the future.

Tomorrow afternoon I have to go to the VA Clinic again. This time for a post operative physical. I have to have an EKG and whatever else is required before they will operate.

Everyone I have talked to has told me that I will really enjoy having my eyesight back again. I am looking forward to that. Setting in front of me is a magnifying glass I use when I can't spell a word, and must use my trusty 30,000 word book.

Now you also know why I use bold type on my post entries. It's easier on my eyes.

I want to publicly thank my oldest daughter, Lorraine, for the beautiful job she did on our kitchen. We had the pleasure of having both her and her 2 children, Olivia and Robby as our house guests for 6 days. She did a marvelous job painting the upper half of the walls and painting the lower half that was paneled with Beadboard by her husband, Woody. He is a talented guy also.

Lorraine has a knack for decorating. She could make a living at that type of work. I sometimes think she may have missed her calling. Not really, she was distant to be the woman she is today. A loving wife, and a wonderful mother to her children.

She and her Mom, picked out the colors and, being the kind of husband I am, I allowed them to use whatever their hearts desired. After all, my bride is the one who spends most of the time in the kitchen. They chose Raspberry Red for the upper half, and apple green for the Beadboard panelling. The colors really compliment one another.

My son-in-law, Woody, drove his family here Friday evening, and he departed for home, in Saratoga Springs, on Sunday.
They were kind enough to purchase all new cabinets for the kitchen, along with a new dish washer and microwave oven.

My darling's eyes lit up as she remembered that she had a small wall hanging quilt that just might fit in with the decor of the Raspberry Red wall.

She began a search of her huge inventory of quilt tops and finished quilts and, lo and behold, she found what she was looking for. I would say it is approximately a 36" square quilt with 9 squares on it, 3 to a row. In other words, there was 9 coffee cups on it. Each cup was made with a different color fabric. They matched perfectly with the colors they choose for the walls. There was 2 caps that matched the apple green and the rest blended in with the raspberry red. It was just what the kitchen needed. Frisco now has the "country kitchen" she has always wanted.

Me, I am still trying to find a good excuse for my laziness. Take good care yourselves, my good friends and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-08-14T10:14:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-16.html#unique-entry-id-220 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-16.html#unique-entry-id-220 It's been quite some time since I last sat down and chatted with you lovely people out there. I believe my last post was on the 8th of July. I have been really busy with our war memorial project and have not paid much attention to my computer.

About three weeks ago the Oneida Daily Dispatch was kind enough to publish the complete list of 700 names that will be inscribed on the monument.

It didn't take too long and the phone started jumping off the wall. We have picked up approximate 16 more names and corrected numerous spelling of names. I have talked with folks from Oklahoma, North Carolina and several other out of the way places. Believe me when I say it pays to advertise.

The committee will be meeting this Friday evening in the Town Supervisor's office at 1900 hours. Hopefully we will be resolving a lot of loose ends, and begin the process of laying the foundation for the monument.

The sub-committees have been formed, and it is my hope that they will begin functioning on their particular responsibilities.

We will also be reviewing the discharge papers of everyone that wants to have their names added to the list. I have reviewed them and they all look qualified with the exception of two. I believe that the committee will approve the names that I will be submitting.

If we are to error on approving, or disapproving someone, I would rather error on the side of caution. I would hate to leave a name off, and find out later that it should have been accepted. Hopefully the committee will feel as I do, but that is their decision.

We have been under some stress of late due to family illness. Our youngest daughter's husband has been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. They will be leaving for Boston tonight, or early in the morning for Dana Farber Hospital where he will be examined and hopefully treated.

Our second oldest daughter's brother-in-law was killed in an automobile accident the same week we received news about our son-in-law's cancer. It doesn't rain, but pours, when bad news does strikes.

That's another reason I have stayed away for a couple of weeks. I have done a lot meditating lately, and I know in my heart that all will go well for my son-in-law. He is a fighter, and a strong willed man, and he has indicated to members of the family that he will beat this disease. He is constantly in my thoughts and my prayers.

Our youngest son, Eric, called a few minutes ago from Alabama, and mentioned to me that I was being neglectful with my web page. It didn't take much to get me to sit down and write whatever it was that I wrote about, in the above paragraphs. That's what it takes sometimes to get me off my butt, and set me on a steady course. I apologize for my neglect.

All hands on deck! Single up all lines. Hoist the rudder lads, we're going out to sea.

I love that kind of talk.

By the way, Eric, a young man called me a few days ago, and wanted to know if he could join our committee for the war memorial. He informed me that he went to school with you. His name is Brian Tornatore. Seems like a very nice young man. He is an aspiring young author and has one book under his belt. He is contracted with a publisher for the next 7 years. He informed me that he is on the waiting list for a lung transplant, and must use oxygen to help him in breathing.

I welcomed him to our committee and I am sure we will find some need of his talents along the way.

Commander Dave just gave us a ring on I chat, and we had a nice talk for about a half hour or so. Dave's son, Chris, has finally passed his driver's test in the State of Florida. Congratulations to you Chris, I knew you could do it. Promise your ole grand dad that you will drive with care. Speed kills, always remember that. Besides, it costs a lot of money if you get yourself a ticket.

Well I'm back folks, fit as a fiddle, and ready to go. Sorry for the long intermission. It won't happen again. I hope not anyway. It's getting late, so I am going to sit back and watch a little TV before hitting the sack. Keep the Faith good people, you are always in my thoughts. -- Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-07-27T19:45:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-13.html#unique-entry-id-213 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-13.html#unique-entry-id-213 Good afternoon, fellow and lady cyber spacers. The time is 1300 hours, and I have just finished a nice ham and lettuce sandwich that my darling bride fixed up for me. I had been gone since early morning, first stopping off at the County Veterans Office in Wampsville, and then on to Wal Wart for my daily Wishing Well watch.

While I was in the parking lot of the County Offices, I bumped into our Town of Lenox Supervisor, Rocky DiVeronica. He was just getting out of his car as I pulled into a parking space close by. We had a quick chat on how things were progressing on the War Memorial Project, and I informed him that I was going to seek assistance from the Veterans Agency concerning those veterans within the Canastota School District..

I also had a new draft of the Memorial, that was prepared by the Rock of Ages Monument Company in Vermont, that I wanted him to look at before we meet this coming Monday evening. They made a few minor changes to our original draft, but they were the type you like to see. They were all cost saving ideas.

When I finished up at the Veteran's Agency I drove over to Wal Mart, ran up our nation's colors, on the roof of the Wishing Well, and stood tall, at parade rest. for the next 3 hours. I rather enjoy standing there, watching the people come and go. There are quite a few of them who stop and chat with me and it helps to make the time go by quickly.

One elderly lady stopped and introduced herself to me. She went to her purse, pulled a $10.00 bill out, and said, "I'm from Denmark, and I want to thank you for freeing my homeland". Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she spoke. It was early in the morning, and I wasn't ready for this type of talk, at this time of the day.

"Your welcome, Mam," I responded sheepishly, "Your people suffered terribly under Nazi rule."

"I know well", she replied, "But you boys paid such a price. We have very large cemeteries there, where American soldiers are buried. Our people are so grateful for what you have done for us".

I gave her a hug, and said, "Thank you, Madam, we appreciate your support so very much."

There wasn't much more I could say. Tears were running rather freely down both our cheeks. I guess we were both getting sentimental in our old age.

I had to be back home at 1230 hours as Frisco had to take her younger sister to a doctors appointment.

That's the reason I decided to spend part of my afternoon with you folks. I"m kind of tired at the present time, so I think I'll sign off for now but will return later this afternoon after I awake from my nap. See you then.

Back once again. The time is 1800 hours. I had a nice nap, visited with my sister-in-law and took my bride out for our usual Friday night fish dinner. Just arrived home and placed 11 phone calls to the War Memorial Committee reminding them of our July 11 meeting with the Town Supervisor.

We will be setting up sub-committees that will be working and planning independently in their own particular fields of expertise. The time has finally arrived when we must set the frame work up and pour the foundation for the memorial itself. Hopefully we can get this done before the 1st of August. I hope that there are no more drawbacks that will hinder our progress.

We won't be able to get a proposal from the Rock of Ages Monument Company until after July 11th as the individual we're working with is on vacation and won't be back until the 11th. Hopefully he will get right on it, and be able to inform us how many names the present plans will accommodate, I hope that we will not have to enlarge the memorial, it could prove to be costly. I'll just have to be patient, and hope for the best. I'm sure that we'll be in fine shape. Confidence is half the battle, they keep telling me.

I went on a scavenger hunt the other day in my Sea Cabin, just below the main deck. I was searching for some old Navy documents, pertaining to me, and found anything, and everything, except for what I was searching for. But all was not lost - lo and behold, I opened a small box, and there, to my surprise, was my 33,000 Word Book. It just laid there smiling, as if to say, "You have been looking for me, haven't you? SURPRISE!"

Now I can sit down and spell just about whatever word I am having difficulty with. All it is, is a word book, there is no definitions to what the words mean. I don't need that, I understand the meaning of the word, I just have trouble spelling them. I attribute that to my old age also.

Now that my son, John, has installed a banister leading down the latter to my Sea Cabin, I feel more secure going below to check on things. I am seriously thinking about setting up shop down there, but I'll have to consider it carefully. I don't like to be too far away from Fran. We are like two peas in a pod.

It is nice and cozy down below, we have a kitchen, a shower and bath room, and it is always a lot cooler there. Frisco loves her quilting room, and I would have to sacrifice our togetherness if I spend too much time down below. My instinct tells me to stay put, and not rock the boat. I learned a long time ago to follow my instincts, so I had better stay moored topside with the War Department. I know what side my bread is buttered on.

It's time for the evening news, and I understand that Florida is bracing for another hurricane. I believe the name of this one is "Dennis". The State of Florida really takes a beating from old Mother Nature. I know, I rode some pretty tough ones out at sea while I was home ported in Key West. Oh, for the life of a sailor. I wouldn't change a thing, though, the finest people I have ever known were those with whom I served, my shipmates. But that's another story. I am going to take my leave, and wish you all a fond adieu. Life is good. God Bless -- Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-07-08T12:58:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-13.html#unique-entry-id-203 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-13.html#unique-entry-id-203 Today our nation celebrates it's 229th birthday. Happy Birthday, America. I spent the morning hours at our local Mar Mart standing tall at our Wishing Well. I placed a small, 12 X 16 inch American flag on the roof of the Well. It certainly caught the eyes of customers as they were checking out at the registers.

As I mentioned in previous blogs, I don't speak to the customers, unless spoken to. When I do speak to them it is to answer a question they have, or help them find a name on the Service Member List of names that will be inscribed on the memorial.

For the past 4 days I have personally been thanked for my service in the armed forces by numerous people as they dropped their donation into the Well.

"Thank you for your donation, we appreciate it very much", I would say to them. A great number of them, in return, would respond, "THANK YOU, sir, for your service.

One sweet woman, shook my hand, and with a tear running down her cheek said, '"Thank you for our Freedom".

I felt a bit embarrassed as I acknowledged their compliments, and at the same time I felt proud. Not for anything I did, or accomplished during the war years, but for the fact that people are beginning do realize the sacrifices so many Americans made to assure our nation's freedom.

Yesterday, Frisco and I jumped into our trusty little Jeep Liberty, and drove to Ballston Spa, NY for a family get together, and celebrate our grandson, Ian's, birthday.

Our three daughters live within a 30 minute drive of one another, and between them they are the proud parents of 7 children. This get together allowed us to visit with the whole tribe of them.

It took Fran and I a little over 2 hours to make the trip. We arrived at Beth Ann"s home at 1000 hours. We were greeted, with open arms, by her 3 sons, Zachery, Wesley and Ian. My grandson, Ian, ran up to me, and gave me a big bear hug. He retreated for a few minutes and came running back and said to me, "Grampa, this is for your memorial".

He handed me 2, $5.00 bills. I was taken by complete surprise, and my daughter Beth said to me, "He wants to help build the War Memorial, all 3 want to help."

Within minutes our other 2 grandsons appeared and Wesley, the middle son, pressed $15.00 in my hand and Zachery, the oldest gave me another $10.00. I was utterly surprised, and I told them, "Thank you so much, boys. You didn't have to do this."

To which my daughter replied, "Zac, reads your web site, they got together and wanted to know if they could donate. I told them, 'It is your decision, do what your heart tells you".

America, you need not fear. the children and youth of this nation will not fail you. I am so proud of their action. When I arrived back home, last night, I sat down and drafted a letter, addressed to each of them individually. I rendered my heartfelt thanks for their outstanding contribution, and told them, once again, how very proud I am of each one of them.

To my daughter, Beth, and her husband, Randy I know that you are also very proud of your boys. Rightly so, I congratulate both of you for the upbringing of your children. They are a treasure, and a joy, to have around.

Fran and I, both count our blessings, when it comes to our own children. They have made us proud, and rewarded us with 10 beautiful grandchildren. God Bless each and every one of them.

It's closing in on 2100 hours, and in a few minutes a Salute to America Concert will be airing on television. I am going to take my leave, and enjoy the old favorite patriotic songs of yesteryears. I do this because, "I'm a Yankee Doddle Dandy, Yankee Doddle Do or Die". God Bless' -- Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack.

]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-07-04T19:06:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-12.html#unique-entry-id-195 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-12.html#unique-entry-id-195 Last night's blog must have blown my mind. I had a very difficult time getting to sleep. The last time I looked at the clock it read 0345 and I laid there wide awake.

Remember the lyrics to that old song, "I Believe"?; "I believe that every time a rain drop falls, a flower grows. I believe that someone in the great somewhere hears every prayer. I believe that every time a new born baby cries, or sees the skies, I believe, I believe", (or words to that effect).

Last night's blog was entitled, "I Am A Believer". Believe me when I say, "I AM"!

My Mother, God love her, taught and raised her six children to believe in our Lord, and Savior, Jesus Christ. Fran and I did our very best to do the same thing with our children. I am sure, in my heart, that each of them will turn to Him when troubled.

I don't want to press my beliefs on anyone. To each his own. I would like to think that the people of this world would turn to their God in their hour of need. Enough said!

The night before last, I received a phone call from Port Charlotte, Florida from a former resident of Canastota. He receives our village weekly newspaper, The Bee Journal, and he read my article I wrote concerning the jackets I have in my custody for a couple of former "Chosin Few" survivors.

The fellow that called, John Relyea, informed me that his VFW Post has a member that fits the criteria to receive one. The fellow's name is Joe Quick, and his comrades want to surprise him with one of the jackets. I informed John, that it would be in the mail the next day. So it was. Two down and one to go. I know that I'll receive another request soon. I hope Joe Quick enjoys wearing his. I am sure he will wear it with great pride.

Frisco called me at 0800 this morning, and I didn't want to get up. I don't believe I slept more than 4 hours. I adhered to her command, and the deck as ordered. I was debating whether or not I was going to go to the "Y" for my exercises. Fran had an appointment to give blood for either today or tomorrow at 1300 hours, but she had to call the Red Cross because she forgot what day.

That left me hanging out on a limb. I was out in limbo land. After great consideration I decided that seeing as how I lost so much sleep last night, that I would take it easy and sleep the morning away. I tried hard, but all I got was a good rest.

It turned out that her blood donor appointment was for today. After she gave blood we returned home and I killed some time playing cribbage on the computer. At 1445 I made my way over to the Municipal Building to visit with my favorite gals, Lois and, her sister, Nancy. I think I mentioned it before, they both work in the Town of Lenox Offices.

Today is Lois's birthday, I sang Happy Birthday to her as I entered her office. I won't give away her age. it's not polite for a gentleman to divulge that sort of information. It will suffice to say that she doesn't look her age. She and her sister are two beautiful ladies that I hold in very high esteem.

Frisco just escaped from her quilting room, and inquired if we could go out for supper this evening. After a quick accounting of my cash flow, I informed her that I would be delighted to have her company at the diner. It is much too hot to cook over a hot stove. It looks like we might get some rain. I hope so, the grass around the neighborhood is turning yellow. We really need the rain.

The village is in mourning today, the son of our local miniature golf course, and ice cream parlor owner, was killed in a head on collision on Route 5, just a short distance from our village. He crossed over a double line and hit a large bus head on. He was 22 years of age. Such a tragic loss. He was well known throughout the area and was a good, decent young man.

Tomorrow morning at 1100 hours our Honor Guard will perform another Military Funeral for one of our Korean War veterans. I may beg out of it tomorrow, as I am sort of leery about getting heat stoke. There are times we must wait for 2 hours, or more, before the funeral procession arrives at the cemetery. When it's this hot. and at my age, it's kind of dangerous.

The time is 1710 hours, and Frisco is getting hungry. I'l finish this up upon our return. Back again. Frisco had a cold turkey sandwich and a cup of soup, and I had myself, being it's Wednesday, and I live in an Italian Village, the traditional Wednesday Spagetti Dinner. It was pretty darn good. I cleaned up my plate. My mother would be proud of me.

I have about 15 more minutes before I'll have to cut this short. The national news will be coming on, and I enjoy sitting back and finding out what's going on in the world. It's usually pretty much the same, no good news, all they have to report is a world that's full of tragedy. Good news is bad news for television media. They are now reporting on how the terrorists are going to poison our food supply, particularly the milk supply. An ounce of some sort of toxin will kill millions of us. Have your milk tested, regularly.

It has been nice chatting with you good folks tonight, but I have put the damper on. I am taking too much of your busy time so I'll sign off with my usual salutation -- God Bless, Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack. ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-29T15:30:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-12.html#unique-entry-id-180 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-12.html#unique-entry-id-180 Another hot day in Central New York. The temperature reached 94 degrees for the second day in a row. We have been in the 90's for almost a week now.

Frisco and I arrived home from the legion a short while ago, and received a i chat call from our son, Dave. As I expected he set me straight on the definition of "blog". He personally prefers my definition, "biography log". We chatted awhile about my run in with my marine buddy, Bob Arnold, and how we discovered that we both participated in the last invasion of the war, the invasion of Kume Shima.

It was a hell of battle, I tell you, when they seen us coming over the horizon, they ran like the devil and hide. I say this in jest, war is easier to talk about, when you're joshing.

After Dave signed off, I began settling in on some work that had to be completed on our War Memorial project. Another friend of mine, Deno Dolci, called and informed me that a classmate of his, back in high school, name was not on the list of names to be inscribed. I was just finishing up my conversion with him when Commander Dave was paging me on i chat once more.

I accepted his call while I was still on the phone, and Dave could see and hear me talking with Deno. Being the kind of guy I am, I can't do two things at one time, I inadvertently hung up on Dave. It was just a matter of seconds, when he reconnected his call.

He wanted to know what the date was when we invaded Kume Shima. I told him, "it was 60 years ago, you expect me to remember the date?"

He replied, "I did a little research, and I was just wondering if you remembered".

I said, "It was late in the war, sometime in July, I think".

"Well", he responded, "You wrote your blog, 'Okinawa and Kume Shima Revisited' on June 26th. The date of the invasion of Kume Shima was June 26th, 1945. Sixty years ago, to the day. How's that for coincidence?"

"I'll be damned", I said, "What a coincidence".

To think that my marine buddy, Bob Arnold and I was 'standing tall' at a Wishing Well, and unknowingly brought up our experiences at Okinawa. I mentioned the fact that I was rather proud to have participated in the last invasion of WWII, the small island of Kume Shima 50 miles away from Okinawa.

To my surprise I discovered that Bob was in the Marine Expeditionary Force that our amphibious force had laid rocket fire support for prior to their landing . The action was short and sweet, there was just a small detachment of Jap troops ashore and most of them where old men. None the less, it was a job that had to be done. We did not know what we would encounter, but that's the way war is. We were fortunate, and pleased, that we did not meet with heavy resistance. At the same time, we made history -- the last invasion of War World II.

I'll have to call Bob, and let him know that someone brought us together to share a memory of an event that took place sixty years ago to the day.

I'm an awful strong believer that, somewhere in this universe, somebody is guiding us down the path of our lifes. Was it a coincidence? I don't believe so. I want to believe that somewhere, someone, is leading us down the road of life, and in His own way saying to us, "Well Done, my faithful servant, Well Done."

With that, I am going to call it a night. Thanks Dave, you have given me much to think about tonight. God Bless -- Keep the Faith. Sailor Jack






]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-28T21:44:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-12.html#unique-entry-id-174 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-12.html#unique-entry-id-174 Today at 1700 hours, the Legion's Honor Guard will muster for a Memorial Service for yet another one of our World War II comrades, and a member of our American Legion Post. John Vaccaro, 83, has passed away, and will be buried with full military honors tomorrow morning.

It's sad when you learn of their passing. I have known John for over 25 years. He loved to come to the Post Home a few days a week and play poker. It' a ritual type of thing, they gather and reminisce about "the good old days", and play a little penny ante poker to pass the time. John's chair will be empty now, but another legionnaire will join their ranks in the near future. Life must go on.

I am not a gambling man, so I doubt if I will ever join them. It nice to know that we have a place where we can come together, and enjoy the camaraderie, that only those who have served in the military know.

Yesterday I spent 3 hours at Wal Mart manning the Wishing Well. I have been the only one that has been manning the station since June 12th. I was about ready to take my leave, when another old friend, Bob Arnold, of WWII came in. He walked up to me and rendered a snappy salute and said, "I am ready to relieve you, Sir",

What a nice surprise. He was decked out in his Marine Corps League uniform, and said that he had noticed that I was the only one manning the station. We stood there together doing our own bit of reminiscing about the Battle for Okinawa. I happened to mention to him that I had the distinction of participating in the last invasion of World War II.

I mentioned that we escorted a marine expeditionary force to a small island 50 miles away from Okinawa, and about the story I wrote of my shipmate, Irving Krutchick, who made a remark, "Anybody got a comb?" as 2 Corsairs flew in low to photograph the operation. When I mentioned Kume Shima, his eyes lid up, and he said, "I'll be a "SOB". I was in that expeditionary force".

He asked me again the name of the island, I said, "Kume Shima". He pronounces it "Ku mi" and I pronounce it, "Ku me".
He was there, it felt good to talk with a fellow that shared a part of history with me. I also discovered that his division was attached to our naval amphibious force that was to invade the Island of Kyushu. What a small world. I wonder if "someone" brought us together yesterday, to make our day. We were part of the occupation force that landed in Sasebo and Nagasaki, Japan. Their orders were the same as ours, instead of an invading force, we became an occupation force.

I don't particularly like to talk about those days, but yesterday it felt good to talk with someone that was there. Someone who could understand your feelings, and your heartaches.

I have known Bob for a good number of years, somewhere between 10 to 15. We were never close friends, just passing acquaintances. Be assured that we will be a lot more closer in the years ahead. SEMPER FI, Bob, Keep the Faith.

This morning Frisco and I had breakfast over at Anne Marie's Family Diner with Mary and Bob Orr. The place was really busy this morning, and it should be, they serve wonderful meals. The time right now is 1045 hours, and I sat right down after we got home to write this blog.

Somebody tell me, what is the meaning of the word "blog"? Biography Log, or what?

It reminds me of when I first entered the Navy, back in '44. I had to learn the english language all over again. Sailors don't talk like humans. I am beginning to wonder about "bloggers". Even when I type the word "blog" the little red under score line appears to tell me they don't understand what I am talking about. I am going to ask Commander Dave if there is a dictionary available pertaining to the bloggers language.

Yesterday afternoon, after I arrived back home, I sat down and got caught up on some "Thank You" letters to people who have donated to our War Memorial. I also sent Stan Smith, a former marine, and a "Chosin Few" survivor, a copy of the Canastota Bee Journal. I wrote an article concerning him, and the jacket that he received from me with the "Chousin Few" logo on the back of it. I thought he would like to joke around with his friends there in Oregon about how well known he is in Central New York.

As long as I was in a writing mood, I also wrote to my sister, Isabel, in Spokane Springs, Washington and sent her a batch of articles that were in the local papers concerning the War Memorial. I had promised her that I would do so, but I never seemed to have the time. That's just an excuse. There is no excuse! You have to make the time, stop what your doing and get whatever is to be done, done. There I told myself off. I feel better now.

I didn't feel up to typing up this blog either, (there's that little red mark under the word blog again), but I sat down and decided to let my mind run wide. Talk about this, talk about that. It might be interesting, then again it might not. Who cares, I know I am not going to be interrupted, so I just chatter on.

I really don't want to force myself upon you. It is now 1115 hours and I have other duties that I must look into. With that I"ll close, asking each of you to Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack



]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-26T10:09:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-11.html#unique-entry-id-166 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-11.html#unique-entry-id-166 I am a simple man, it doesn't take much to confuse me. I'm looking across the bottom of my monitor screen where all the pretty pictures are. I guess they represent different functions of the computer. I don't pay much attention to them, only those that have a definite meaning for my own personal use.

For instance, I thought I had this blogging business down to a fine art. I search for Jack's Sea Cabin, hit the little icon for my web page, and something else shows up. According to my index my last post was May 21 (I think) entited SEMPER FI. I know damn well I have written other blogs, but where the hell are they.

When I hit the little + sign for a new entry, it pops up and says todays date is June 23. At least that's right, but where in the dickens is my other blogs?

Commander Dave, will read this when I publish it, and straighten me out (I hope).

I have just returned home from an Executive Board meeting at the Legion, and thought I would spend the rest of the evening chatting with whomever has the patience, and good heart to read my idle chatter. It is now 2045 and I'll be up until 2300 hours, so I have some time to kill.

Frisco had to take her sister to a doctor's appointment early this morning, and I was left here to amuse myself. I read the morning paper, watched Rumsfeld tell senators how great the war on terrorism is progressing. He put me to sleep and I napped until 1200, or a little after when the bride and her sister arrived back home.

I enjoyed a salad lunch with them and then headed over to Wal Mart to man the Wishing Well. I spent 3 hours chatting with customers, telling sea stories, and informing them of our progress on the War Memorial. I am very pleased with the response that we are receiving. More people are asking questions, and I have about a half dozen separation papers from WWII veterans that would like to have their names added to the Memorial.
I will present the papers to the committee for their approval. There are only 2 that may be turned down, as they reside outside the School District of Canastota.

It's the interest they are showing that makes me feel we are headed in the right direction. People are interested, they are talking about us and the donations are coming in at a steady rate. I am keeping a close eye on who is donating. I am particularly interested in the families of veterans whose names are going to be inscribed on this memorial.

Their donations are very slow in coming in, but I am positive that they will be more than happy to support us when they realize that this project is going to succeed. They want to be assured that their loved one's name will be inscribed in granite. When that realization sets in, the needed funds will be forthcoming to complete the project. When that occurs, we will burst the bubble in our barometer. That is a given fact.

Fran just brought me my desert for the evening. A small bowl of lime jello, with sliced bananas. Hum, Hum good.

I'm listening to the Florida Marlins play baseball with the Atlantic Braves. The present score is 7-0, Marlins, at the end of 7 innings. It's on TV , so I take a few moments, here and there, to watch the action. I like baseball better than most other sports, although I enjoy watching all sports. I always root for the underdog.

Tomorrow the weather is suppose to get up in the 90's. It was pleasant today, in the middle 70's. I am glad that summer has arrived. I use to enjoy winter, but I have lost that love over the years. It has got so that I hate to see winter come. It must come with the aging process.

Once again, I am hard put to find the right words to intrigue you lovely people and keep your interest. I know when to call it quits, and with that I will bid you a fond adieu. I enjoy the time I spend with you folks, and I hope your feelings are mutual. Till the next time, God Bless and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack.

P.S. My son Dave, didn't waste any time. At approximately 2210, he gave me a call on Ichat.

He just left the ichat, and as I expected, I goofed. It is really nice to have a handy man around when you need one. He never fails me. If I ever make it in this world, it will be because of him. Thanks so much Dave, I hope I am not disrupting your life style too much. It definitely has to be the aging progress. At least that's my story, and I am sticking to it. Good night, once more -- Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack

]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-23T22:08:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-11.html#unique-entry-id-161 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-11.html#unique-entry-id-161 Tomorrow morning at 0730 hours I will be shoving off to Vermont to pay a visit to the Rock of Ages Memorial Company. Bob Clarke, the designer for our memorial, and I will drive out to talk with a company representative concerning the many questions we need answers too.

The appointment is set up for 1400 hours, and we hope to make it a one day trip. We understand that it may take up to 5 or 6 hours to get there. If we get too tired on our return voyage we may stop, and get a motel room for the night. Only time will tell. At any rate, we are excited about going, and getting the information we need first hand.

People are responding to our fund raising efforts at all levels. The Wishing Well in Wal Mart's is going exceeding well, the Jugs I have distributed around our area are beginning to get full; and of course, we are still receiving donations through the mail. I even received a Father's Day card from my son, Mark, with a check enclosed, made payable to the Town of Lenox Veterans Fund. What a nice Father's Day gift. Thank you, Mark, I really appreciate your thoughtfulness.

This morning Frisco and I made a trip to the VA Medical Clinic in Rome for my 6 month checkup. Everything looks fine, and I am feeling real good.

I'll be hitting the pad early tonight in hopes of getting a good night's sleep. Bob and I will stop somewhere along the line, during the morning, and get ourselves a breakfast. I must remember to order something light, as I don't want to feel bloated and uncomfortable riding in the car.

I can tell by my efforts here tonight, that my heart isn't in a story telling mood. I believe I'll take my leave, and sit back and relax for the rest of the evening. It's not the company, it's me. I'll sign off for now, and will pick up on the adventures of Sailor Jack when i return from Vermont. In the meanwhile, hang in there, life is good. Will talk to you again tomorrow. Until then, Keep the Faith.

Hi there, I'm back. Today is the second day of summer. We arrived back in Canastota at 2000 hours last evening, and had a most informative meeting with two (2) representatives of the Rock of Ages Monument Company. I was pleased to learn that I can extend the deadline for adding additional names, for people who may not have been made aware of our efforts.

It is kind of hard for me to believe that people don't know of our efforts. We have been covered extensively by three local newspapers, and by our local radio station WMCR. We also had a mass mailing to all the businesses in our area. I was happy to see last evening, as I was driving down the main drag of our village, that the barometer that I requested had been made and placed in a prominent viewing space for all to see.

I am extremely pleased with the Wishing Well that our local Wal Mart has been kind enough to allow us to man in their store. I spend 3 or 4 hours each day standing alongside the Wishing Well, not soliciting funds, but greeting the customers with a smile as they enter and leave the store.

Some stop and ask questions, others are checking to see if their loved one's name in on the posted list, and some just ask, "What is this all for?"

A short explanation usually does the trick, and they respond with a donation. Children are dropping coins in, and the adults, likewise, drop a donation into the Well. Small or large, they will all add up to a tidy sum when I close it down on the 12th of July. In the meantime I am meeting the public, making new friends, greeting old friends and enjoying every moment of it.

I gave Lois, our Treasurer, a few days rest the past couple of days while I was off to Vermont. I stopped in to see her this morning and she was happy to inform me that donation checks have picked up since we had the groundbreaking ceremony. The number of donations was such that she hadn't had time to record all of them. Now that's what I like to hear!

We have a very large number of families whose loved one's name will be inscribed on this Memorial and have not, as yet, donated to this project. I am certain that they will respond to our plea for funds. I truly believe that things are moving along nicely, and that we will continue to see improvement as our plans progress.

The gentlemen we met at the Monument Company were really impressed with the presentation we presented. They were extremely pleased with the sketches, and detailed plans that Bob Clarke prepared for them. When they looked them over, they remarked, "You have done our work for us. All we have to do is come up with a proposal; you'll that have that within a week."

They informed us they will need a 4 month production schedule, and if we place the order before the snow flies, we would be able to meet our goal of dedicating the monument on Memorial Day 2006.

When their proposal arrives, it will contain the data we need as to the number of names that can be inscribed on a monument this size. They will also give us the cost of building this memorial, including freight and set up cost, if they install it on the foundation.

Bob and I both agree that it would be wise to have them erect it. If we attempt to set it up on the foundation, and something should go wrong, we would be in a hell of a mess. If they erect it, and something goes array, we don't own it, they do. They will have to bear the expense of rebuilding it. I think it's good insurance.

Well, I believe I have brought you up to date as to what has transpired lately, and I ask that you continue to render your support of our endeavors to make this Memorial a reality, Thanks for allowing me into your busy lives. God Bless and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack

]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-20T18:51:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-10.html#unique-entry-id-151 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-10.html#unique-entry-id-151 It certainly does. Today my hopes rose to a new high, as we broke ground on our World War II Memorial. The weather wasn't very cooperative, but we managed to muster a highly motivative crew that braved the misty rain, and put their foot to the spade.

Attending the ceremony were State and local representatives that spoke highly of our efforts to honor the veterans, living and dead, that served our nation in the most devastating war in world history.

Let the Roll Call Record show that State Senator Dave Valesky, Assemblyman Jeff Brown of the 121st District, Town of Lenox Supervisor, Rocco DeVeronica; Canastota Mayor Todd Rouse; and Village Councilwoman Ann Marie Rossi were in attendance for the ceremony.

Also attending were Committee members, Lois Brown, Treasurer, Robert Clarke, Farrell Miller, John Mengucci, Bill Yorton. Fred Carey, Louie Balducci and yours truly, Jack Rogers.

I would be remiss if I did not include, for the Record, that Aaron Sykes, Sculptor, and his lovely fiance, Hope, were also in attendance.

In addition, several local citizens braved the elements to observe the time honored ritual of breaking ground for monumental projects.

At the conclusion of the ceremony we made a hasty retreat to the comforts of the Town of Lenox Supervisor's office. There we held an informal meeting with Aaron Sykes, and received some very valued input from him. He will construct a model of our proposed memorial that we will be able to utilize not only in our planning, but also in our fund raising efforts.

At our committee meeting last night, I conveyed to the members some questions that the local Monument Company needed to have answers for, in order to make proper assessments in his bid. The answers he was seeking were to questions that the Granite Quarry Company were asking him.

None of our members could intelligently answer the questions, as we are all novices to this kind of queries.

Bob Clarke, made a suggestion that we contact the Granite Quarry in Vermont ourselves and obtain the answers first hand. He volunteered to call them, set up an appointment and drive to Vermont himself to obtain them. With that, I volunteered to accompany him and we are departing Tuesday morning at 0800 hours.

Bob called the Quarry this afternoon and the appointment is set up for 1400 hours on Tuesday.

The project is now into it's second phase. The main thing we must do is stay focused on our project. Our committee members are dedicated to that end.

The media coverage was good, but it would have been nice to have had at least one of the local television stations covering the story. We did manage to have photographers and a few reporters from the local newspapers covering the event.

I will attempt to increase the PR now that the public knows that the project is underway. I have requested a barometer be constructed and placed in front of the Municipal Building so that the public will take note on our Fund Raising efforts. At present we have approximately $51,.000 in donations, and pledges. which equates to half of what we will need to achieve our goal.

Hope reigns eternal, and I have faith in our community. We will meet our goal!

I have received numerous, vocal, pledges from family members, whose loved one's name is being inscribed on this memorial, that they will be forwarding their donation to this worthy cause. There are presently 683 names listed on our list of World War II veterans. If each family would make a donation, we would be virtually assured of reaching that goal.

I will be submitting a Letter to the Editor this week publicizing, once again, the criteria of having a named added to our existing roll. We do not want to inadvertently miss any eligible WWII veteran from the list of names. The deadline for having a name included is 30 July 2005. We may be able to extend the deadline after we find out how much lead time the Memorial Quarry needs for inscribing the names. That is one of the main questions we need answered when we visit them Tuesday.

Well, my cyber space friends, stay tuned for the next adventure of Sailor Jack. I was indeed fortunate today, for I met a new friend and acquaintance, the fiance of Aaron Sykes, Hope.

Hence, the title of my blog for today: '"HOPE REIGNS ETERNAL" Thanks, Hope, you gave me inspiration. To all, God Bless - Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack.]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-17T18:18:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-9.html#unique-entry-id-145 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-9.html#unique-entry-id-145 I guess it's time for me to get myself back in battery. I have been out of touch with my cyber space friends for 4 days. I needed a rest.

We have been experiencing a topic heat wave here in Central New York during this period. I even gave myself a break yesterday by staying away from the "Y". I excused myself from my daily walk around Wal Mart, and just relaxed here at pier side.

We had a torrential rainstorm around 1430 hours, accompanied with a lot of thunder and lightening. I love to hear the rolling thunder and listen to the falling rain. It was rather quiet here in the old homestead as Frisco had to take her sister, Aurelia , to an eye doctor appointment. I decided it was a good time to take my nap and fell off to sleep.

I heard a noise that awoke me and I called out, "You home, Hon?"

"Yes", she informed me, "we're home."

"Glad to see you made it back safe and sound", I said.

"You looked like you were worried when we came in", she answered.

Just then, the phone rang and she said it was for me.

It was the office of NY State Senator Dave Valesky's office. A male member of his staff inquired if I was the gentleman that was chairing a committee to build a World War II Memorial. I informed him that I was, and he said, in a quite manner, "I am pleased to inform you that Senator Valesky has initiated a grant, in the sum of $10,000, for your memorial".

Almost in the same breath he told me that the money has not as yet been authorized, but that the paperwork has been completed and forwarded to the proper authority for action.

That was terrific news to wake up too.

While I had him on the phone I informed him of the groundbreaking ceremony that will be held at Clark Park on Friday, June 17th at 11:00 a.m. (I had to use civilian time, they don't understand, or comprehend what military time is).

He requested that I write the Senator a letter with all the particulars. After we finished our conversation. I extended a written invitation to the event and mailed it to him. Hopefully he will show up. He may when he sees the list of those that I have extended invitations to.

We now have two grants promised, in a total of amount of $35,000, and hopefully a federal grant will be forthcoming from our congressman, who will definitely be here for the groundbreaking.

At the present time, things are looking pretty good, but we mustn't get our hopes up too high until the money is in the bank.

Aaron Sykes, the sculptor I have been telling you about, will also be here for the groundbreaking. When the politicians see and hear this young, talented, sculptor, that was raised here in Canastota, they will know that this is going to be a Memorial that the Town of Lenox, and all of Central New York, can be proud of. It will be one more attraction for people visiting this area to come and enjoy seeing.

Several years ago, I was a Trustee on a committee that paid tribute to two of the world's greatest boxers, Canastota's own Carmen Basilo and his nephew, Billy Backus. Both were Welterweight Champions of the World, and I was among a group of six gentlemen that formed a committee to honor them; Joe Bonaventura, (whose idea it was to honor Canastoa's two world champions), Don Shuler, Don VanDusen, Mike Milmoe, Charlie Bittinger and myself.

In a year's time we raised enough money to have two life size bronze statues sculptured in the likeness of both fighters. The committee had grown by 6 or 7 more members, and we raised enough money to construct a Boxing Showcase that housed the statues. When our goals was completed, the committee had grown even larger, and we decided to make Canastota the home of the International Boxing Hall of Fame.

This weekend, here in Canastota, the 16th Annual Induction ceremony of the Boxing Hall of Fame will take place honoring the world's greatest boxing champions.

I am indeed proud to be a Charter Member that contributed to the Boxing Hall of Fame.

This time next year, the thousands who come annually to the Induction ceremony will have one more place to visit, and to pay homage to the nation's "Greatest Generation" at the Town of Lenox World War II Veteran's Memorial. The 700 names that will be inscribed on this memorial are truly, a group of World Champions in their own right.

There it is folks, another day in the life of Sailor Jack. The time is now 1245 hours and I have to close and get myself dressed for a Military Funeral. A good friend of mine, Barney Holdridge, passed away at age 79. The funeral service is at 1400 hours. He will be buried in the Clockville Cemetery.

Don't we have the quaintest names for our villages and hamlets here in Central New York? Clockville is just 2 miles south of Canastota.

They should have named it "Watchville", because if you close your eyes when passing through, you'll miss it. At any rate, I have to get a move on. It has been nice chatting with you. Keep the Faith, everyone, and God Bless. -- Sailor Jack



]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-11T10:50:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-9.html#unique-entry-id-132 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-9.html#unique-entry-id-132 The hour is 0922, D-Day plus 61 years and 1 day. I just finished reading the morning paper after a good hearty breakfast that was prepared, and served to me, by my darling Frisco. Just thought I would throw a little history in the mix this morning.

I was a young Seaman Recruit back then, still undergoing training at the Great Lakes Naval Training Center near Chicago.

D-Day, June 6, 1944. I remember the day very well, the brigade was mustered, and the CO asked our Chaplain to lead us in prayer. It was a very solemn prayer that ended with these words, "St. Michael, the archangel, defend them in battle, Amen".

A lot of water has passed through the creeks and rivers since that date. My voyage through the valleys and plains of life have, by far and large, been good to me.

Don't get excited, I am not going to take you on a long journey of my life. I can't get my mind to working on any one subject so I thought I would give you a history lesson.

Frisco said to me a few moments ago, "Stop complaining, and sit down at the computer and write something".

"What should I write about?", I asked.

"You'll think of something," she answered back, "We'll be going shopping in a few minutes"

I had forgotten it was Tuesday, our regular shopping day. So I took her suggestion, I sat down, and here I am visiting with my invisible friends.

I'll no sooner get my mind set on what I am going to write about, and she will say, "OK, it's time to go."

What did I tell you, I read her like a book. She just said what I said she would say.

Did you like that last sentence? She just said, "You can finish that later." Talk to you again when we get back. She allowed me 18 minutes this trip. It is now 1000 hours.

1142 and I have returned to port. I ordered all lines be singled up and to be ready to cast off as soon as the provisions are stored properly. It's hot out this morning, and we didn't think it would be wise to go to lunch, snd leave the disposables to the elements. Bye again, we're ready to cast off.

Back once more, time has a way of getting away on us. It's now 1300 hours and we just returned from our luncheon over at the diner. I had a nice bowl of Navy Bean soup and a country salad. Man. was it ever hugh. I couldn't eat all of it. so I had it boxed up and brought it home for my dinner tonight.

I believe I am home for the rest of the day. That is until we shove off for BINGO over at the Legion this evening. I was going to stop over at the Town offices and see Lois, but I decided to give the poor girl a break. She must think that I am a pest, at times, dropping in just about every day. I don't mean to be a pest, it's just that I want things to happen, something definite, not - "I'll see", "I'll check my schedule", "I'm out of town". "I have to go to the little boys room."

I am a man of action, if something needs to be done, let's get it done. At times I feel like I am talking to myself, and not getting straight answers. I know that I shouldn't complain. I understand the difficulties of their busy lives. Being a politician, or running a business takes a lot of your personal time.

I have been a "go-fer" all my life. I do as I am told, I go-fer this, I go-fer that, and I do it in the most expeditious way possible. I don't particularly like to be kept waiting. Time is money, and I have very little of each. So if someone ask me to do something, stand clear - I'm on a mission.

Frisco just reminded me that it is Tuesday, and that I better call my sister, Isabel, in Spokane Springs, Washington. I did as I was requested and gave my Sis a call. She was still in bed and my brother in law, Ray, was just surfacing. There is three hours time difference from the east coast to the west coast. I told him not to wake her up, just let her know that I called, and give her my love and a kiss from me.

He tells me she is doing pretty good, and so is he. She's 86 and he is 89. He was my best man at our wedding, 50 years ago this October. He was not only my best man, he has been my best friend for over 62 years. We have shared a lot of good times together in our life time.

The time is now 1400 hours and the old eye lids are getting heavy. I believe I'll sign off for now. My darling got me started early this morning, and once I get started on this computer, I love to talk to hear myself talk. I don't know if anyone is listening, nor do I care. I enjoy doing what I am doing.

Who knows, maybe someday one of my grandchildren will read Grampa's Sea Cabin, and learn a little about their grandfather.

If there is anything that I love in life, other than Frisco, it's children. I miss my days as Santa. Good afternoon good folks, my thoughts are with you. God Bless, Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack



]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-07T09:22:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-8.html#unique-entry-id-124 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-8.html#unique-entry-id-124 I swear, I do my best thinking in a prone position. I awoke this morning real early, 0500, and as usual I couldn't get back to sleep. My brain kicked into high gear, and I began thinking of the best ways to solicit funds for our WWII memorial. My mind kept telling me that there are 700 names to be inscribed on it. That means there are 700 families out there whose loved ones will be memorized for generations to come.

Like I mentioned before, when I went to school, 700 X 100 = 70,000. I don't think it has changed, has it? I wish it were that simple.

As I laid there, I said to myself, "Hey, wait a minute! It can be done." I have 10 committee members, and each of them has a phone at home. Give each member a list of 70 names, call these families at your leisure, Introduce yourself and inform them who you are, and who you represent.

Give them the name of the veteran, who may be one of their relatives, and inform them that you are checking on the correct spelling of the veteran's name. After you have verified the spelling, inform them of the price of the memorial, $100,000, and that we are hoping that the families of these veterans will make a donation to the project.

Perfect opening of the door, to get your foot in. The village of Canastota is an old village. Families have lived here for generations. When you call a person with the same last name, 9 times out of 10 they are related in some manner. How can they refuse to honor one of their own? I think I have something. What say you???

This will keep me occupied for awhile, getting my mind off politicians and their schedules. I really shouldn't complain too much, I believe we're doing pretty well with incoming donations. But, by the same token, we can't afford to become complacent. We have to keep focused on our goal. We don't have it, until we have it. I'll take a dollar wherever I can get it.

"All Hands, turn to" Let's get to work.

Confidence is half the battle, they tell me. All we have to do is win the second half.

I have never been one to have a negative attitude. I have always looked at the positive side of any question, or situation.
I have tried hard, in my simple ways, of instilling that attitude in our children.

Speaking of our children, Commander Dave attempted to inform me that I had better check with his Mother as to how much he weighted at birth. I stand corrected, he did not weigh 10 pounds, 2 ounces; he weighted 10 pounds 2 and a half ounces.

You can quit trying to lose that other 9 and one half ounces, Dave, you never had it. I knew about the half ounce I left off, but I didn't want to embarrass you. As for your "funny" shaped head, I knew you gave Mom a battle, and I was the proudest Dad in the world when you were born.

Not to say that I wasn't proud when the other 6 children came along. I was proud to be the father of all 7 of you. Each of you, in your own manner, and ways, have made Mom and I so very, very proud.

You guys, are a very close knit group of siblings. You're love for one another has been shown, and proven, throughout the years. Always stay that way. Be there, for one another.

Remember me always as a father who loved you very dearly. I missed a whole year of your lives by going back to sea for a year in 1966. I could have retired while I was on Recruiting Duty, but being a sailor, I wanted to retire at sea. I guess I was being selfish, thinking only of myself. For that I ask your forgiveness.

That too, comes with age. You grow smart, too late in life. If I had to do it over, I would have stayed home and retired while on shore duty. You can't change things that have occurred in the past. The future lies ahead, and I intend to live the rest of my life for my family. I am a proud old sailor, who considers himself a Patriot. "My Country Right or Wrong - My Country."

I had better get off my soap box. Every now and then I find myself reminiscing, when I should be looking to what lies ahead. You will have to excuse me.

The time is 1400 and I really am tired. I walked for over 2 hours this morning over at Wal Marts. I had better take my afternoon nap and sign off for now. So, God Bless and Keep the Faith. Sailor Jack

]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-04T13:05:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-8.html#unique-entry-id-117 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-8.html#unique-entry-id-117 Just past 1700 hours and I am finished with my cribbage games for the evening. I won the match beating Moshe 9 games to 1. The winner. and still champ, Sailor Jack! How about that.

I have nothing better to do this evening as Frisco is napping on the couch. I took her out to din din about 1645. We enjoyed a pleasant meal and came straight home.

It's been a very hot day, and when it gets that warm it snaps your strength. I took a nap myself early this afternoon for a couple of hours before going out to dinner. I didn't get a nap in yesterday, and it took it's toll on me later in the evening. At 2130 my eyes were getting heavy. I was doing my best to watch the baseball game but it was a losing battle. Frisco woke me up at 2215 and informed me that it was time for night-night. I didn't argue with her, she knows what best for me.

Went to the "Y" early this morning. I arrived before 0900, and felt pretty good so I boosted the pressure on the bike peddles to the top of the scale. When I had completed my bike ride the computer recorded me as having traveled 20.3 miles, burnt up 630 calories, all in the time of 32 minutes.

When I finished my bike ride I went to the leg curls and did 3 reps of 12 each with 70 pounds of weight. There are two machines I use for my leg curls. One you pull the weights down with your legs, the other you push the weights up with your legs. At any rate, I do 36 reps on each machine.

I then went over and tightened up my stomach muscles. I set the weights on this machine at 100 pounds and do 200, I call them belly smackers. You sit on the machine, push down the weight, sit upright, and push down again. I do this 200 times. When I am done, I have completed all my exercise routine I have been at it for an hour, or so.

That's when I go to Wal Mart and walk up and down and around the aisles for hour or two, depending on which day of the week it is. This morning I walked for an hour.

I stopped off at our Congressman's local office to see if his secretary had heard anything about his schedule, as yet, for the next couple weeks. Trying to get politicians to commit to a specific date is like pulling teeth -- they don't like to do it. They think they are the only ones that have important things to do. "Let me to check my schedule." Then you sit back and wait.

Well, I have to tend to my schedule also. A person can wait only so long before they have to take the bull by the horns and do what has to be done. I would love to have him here for the ground breaking. It's good for PR purposes, not only for our project, but also for letting his constituents know that he is interested and involved, in what is happening in his district.

I am a patient man, and will wait until Wednesday or Thursday. If I don't hear from the congressman by then, I"ll go with the groundbreaking on Friday, June 17th. I need time to inform the local TV stations, and to get TV coverage I need BIG NAMES. Any volunteers out there?

I'm sure everything will work out alright, but time has a way of getting away on you. We are already in the month of June and before we know it, we will be smack in the middle of winter. We have to get the foundation in this summer, or in fall at the latest.

We haven't even got the stakes in place for the foundation. The surveyor tells us he has been busy, and will get to it the first part of next week. I'll be breathing down his neck on Monday. Like I said, everyone has their own schedule.

We have two monument companies bidding the job. I will be contacting another one Monday, and we will be ready to commit the job to one of them the first week of August. Hopefully that will give them, whoever gets the job, time to inscribe all the names on the granite, and have them ready for placement in early spring.

I'm glad that I am not in business anymore. I don't think I could stand the pressure. I use to do my best work under pressure, but when you become an elder statesman, you slow down. It gives you more time to think, and when you start thinking, you find fault with everything. You begin to understand problems, and you have time on yours hands, so you sit down, and find fault with whatever somebody is doing.

When I was in sales, I visited a lot of high office buildings. When I reached the top floor, and looked down on the busy streets below, I observed cars coming and going, north, east, south and west. The people on the streets were busy, going hither and yon. Everyone had a mission. Everyone was saying to themselves, "Out of my way -- I'm the most important person there is." But to me they looked like an army of ants going around in circles.

Life is what you make of it, I guess. I enjoy what I am engaged with at this period of time. There are people in life that -- well -- that's s different subject that I won't allow myself to be drawn into at this time. Let it suffice to say, "to each his own".

I'll have to remind myself not to turn my back too often. You never know who, or what, lurks around the corner.

Well you wonderful people out there in cyber space, it has been nice, as usual, chatting with you. One of these days I may have the good fortune of hearing from some of you. I think I am easy to get along with, if you have some spare time and feel inclined why not drop me a line.

Frisco has arose, and is in her sewing room doing her thing. I'm calling it an evening. I am going to sit back in my recliner and relax before I hit the sack. Good night my friends, God Bless, Pray for Peace. Remember to Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack



]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-03T19:07:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-8.html#unique-entry-id-109 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-8.html#unique-entry-id-109 Forty eight years ago today, at approximately this very hour, (it is now 1611 hours), a baby boy that was destine to bring joy and happiness into the lives of his parents, was born.

Happy Birthday Dave, you have made your Mother and I very, very proud.

How well I remember driving Mom to the Portsmouth Naval Hospital, in Virginia, on the day you were born . We were both very apprehensive, and anxious, about the upcoming birth of our first child.

We arrived at the hospital a little after 12 noon, and I can recall so vividly sitting in the waiting room for over 3 hours, wondering how your Mom was doing, I tried to occupy my mind by watching television. They had a session of the United Nations being televised. Nikta Krueshev (?) was telling the world, in an very ungentlemanly way, "we will bury you!". He sat there with his shoe in his hand, and was pounding it on the table in from of him. What a ridiculous sight.

The nurse came out and informed me that I was the proud father of a 10 pound, 2 ounce baby boy. Both Mother and baby were fine, and I would be able to see you both shortly. I am not ashamed to say that the tears flowed freely. I was the happiest man in the world.

After visiting with Mom and you for a short while I headed back to Norfolk and called your Gramma and Grampa Seitz and announce the birth of a heavyweight champion, David Michael Rogers.

I believe I told you that you were named after my favorite Uncle, David Stephens. He use to tell me all kinds of stories when he and my father were lumberjacks in Northern Michigan. I use to love to listen to his stories. He had a terrific manner and way of telling them. It was through him that I learned so much about my Dad. I was 10 when he passed away.

We love you Dave, and are very proud of your accomplishments. You set a good example for all your brothers and sisters, and they share, with us, in their love for you.

We both enjoyed our chat with you last evening. You mentioned the fact that I hadn't posted anything for a few days and was wondering if I had run into difficulties. As I mentioned last night, Memorial Day had it's usual affects on me. I decided I would just lay back, and try to reorganize my thoughts and aspirations.

I am back in battery now, I believe, and accomplished quite a few things today on other endeavors. So much so that I didn't get a nap in today. Mom just rang the dinner bell, so I had better get my fanny out to the kitchen or I'll be in trouble.

Back again, sloppy joe for supper tonight, and Mom hasn't lost her touch. I even worked through the noon hour and didn't get any lunch today.

I've been on the go since 1000 hours. I sent my car over to have an oil change early, early this morning. I had it back by 0930 all shiny and bright. My buddy "Shim Bob" picks it up, cleans it up and has the oiled changed whenever I need it. He even leaves his truck for me to use if I need transportation.

I took Mom to a couple of flower shops to pick up some plants she wants to put around the house. When I brought her home I ran over to the Town Hall spoke with our Treasurer, Lois. I gave her the month of May Donation Report to see if we have corresponding results. We work good together. I goofed up this month, I inadvertently forgot to register a donation in the amount of $100.00. So we are $100 richer that I had reported. I now have corrected my goof.

I borrowed the picture she has in her office of the memorial and went to the Oneida Print Shop and had 2 copies made of it. I then went to Wal Mart's and talked with the store manager about when I could use their Wishing Well for donations. She informed me that I could set up my display on June 12th and utilize it for a month.

I think we should do pretty good as they have a lot of shoppers every day of the week. People will be able to see a picture of he memorial and the list of names that will appear on it. I'll have it manned with a couple of veterans in their respective uniforms (VFW or American Legion) standing by to answer any questions the customers may have on the project. At any rate it will prove interesting.

One of our local lawyers left a list of business people and was wondering if I had contacted them. I had written letters to a good number of them, but there were 6 or 7 names I hadn't contacted. That's a good sign -- people want to help us out and make sure we contact everyone. I'm all for it.

When I arrived home I still had the original letter in my trusty e Mac, and sat and ran off copies to those whom I missed.

Frisco is outdoors at this moment planting her flowers. She loves to putter in the flower garden. I believe she misses all the flowers we had in our homestead up on the hill. She had really large gardens of flowers up there.

When she decides to call it a day, I am going to take her over to ZEM's Ice Cream store and give her a treat.

Well, Dave, once again, enjoy your day. I love you, pal, God Bless and Keep the Faith. Sailor Dad.

P.S. By the way, Dave, Lois Henry-Brown was a classmate of Barbara Gaimbastione (? spelling). She will be calling her soon about having her father's name added to the memorial. She said she will convey your good wishes to her with they connect. Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY - Love Dad & Mom ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-06-02T16:11:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-89 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-89 Today has been a slow but steady day. I woke at 0730 had some breakfast, read the sport page in the morning paper and headed for the "Y" at 0825. I had to get home early today as Frisco had to have the car to take her sister back to the Doctor's office this afternoon.

I dropped off another donation jug at the Sunrise Cafe on Peterboro Street. Then stopped at Congressman McHugh's regional office, here in Canastota, to see if they were able to contact Washington and find out what dates the Congressman will be available for the groundbreaking ceremony for the War Memorial.

Sort of looks like we're closing in on the 10th of June, but it is not firm as yet. I'll except the 17th but no later, time is flying by. Rocky, the Town Supervisor, will be back from Florida tomorrow, but I couldn't wait for him to get back so I took the bull by the horns and called Assemblyman Mcgee's office. They informed me that the best dates in early June for him would be the 3rd, 10th and 17th. At least now I had some dates to work with. I then contacted the Congressman's office, the 3rd is out for him but their trying to free him up for the 10th or 17th.

Once I have a commitment from him, I'll contact the remaining VIPs and get this show on the road. I hope Rocky isn't perturbed with me for attempting to get the ball rolling but it has to be done. I also have to take into consideration Aaron Sykes, the sculptor's schedule. Everyone is busy, busy, busy. The only one who is flexible is me. I got time on my hands. I have more time, than I have money. The big problem I possess is that I have very little of each. Story of my life. Always a day late, and a dollar short.

The weather is a little warmer today but not by much. I just hope that the weather will cooperate, and that we will have decent weather for Memorial Day. I can feel the tenseness building up within me. It happens every year. It would be nice to sit back and enjoy the pleasant memories of yesteryears but somehow, and for some reason, you have to take the bad with the good.

There is one thing for certain, each of us has our own thoughts that we must live with. Thoughts that dwell deep in our sub-conscience minds. Thoughts that we would like to forget, and yet the remembrance is there. Memorial Day, in my case, always brings them to the fore. Shipmates, you are not forgotten.

Enough of that for now. Monday will be my Day of Remembrance.

Frisco just left to pick up here sister and will be back in a couple of hours. Being I have no transportation I'll stay at home with the cat. Maybe she will let me take a nap. When Mother's gone she gets annoyed and let's you know about it. She sounds like a mad, drunken sailor with all the fussing she makes. She's almost human, she pouts and walks around in circles, meowing fiercely, demanding to know where Mother's at. "You don't leave me alone, you don't!!" she screams. I love her anyway. She would love to get outdoors and chase the birds but I am afraid she will be run over by a car.

It's going on 1315 hours, and it's still too early for me to lay down and take a nap. I'm usually prone by around 1500 so I still have time to burn.

I guess I told you that I got one of those jackets off in the mail yesterday. I sent it to SSgt Stan Smith, United States Marine Corps, in Dexter, Oregon. It went Priority Mail. He may get it tomorrow, if not, Tuesday by sure. There is no mail Monday. His buddy, Paul Noll, tells me he will be thrilled to get it. I hope so.

I am going to have to sit down and put a couple of scrape books together. I have had them now for about a month and I have all kinds of news articles on the WWII memorial that we're working on, plus a whole slew of articles I wrote in my column "VETS NEWS & VIEWS". My sister, Isabel, lives in Spokane Springs, Washington and is presently immobile and is restricted to a motorized wheelchair. She is 86 years young and quite a BINGO player, just like me. She loves to read things I write about, and I have promised her that I would send a batch of articles but I always seems to forget. I have got to get to it.

My mind playing games with me. Or maybe it's the cat. She is trying to tell me something, so I had better give her my undivided attention. I've enjoyed what little time I have spent with you folks today but I believe I'll call it a day. Enjoy the holiday weekend, thank one another, for the love you share. Bye for now, Pray for peace, God Bless -- Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack

]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-27T12:23:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-72 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-72 Times really haven't changed much since my days in Uncle Sugar's Navy. The government has, for years on end, been noted for it's SNAFU (Situation Normal All Fouled Up) way of doing things. I arose this morning at 0600 hours as I had an appointment scheduled at the VA clinic in Rome, NY to see my health provider. The time of my appointment was 0800 and I (as usual) was prompt and on time.

I approached the receptionist and announced my arrival. "What's your last 4 'social' numbers?", she inquired. I gave them to her, and then she asked, "Who do you have an appointment with?"

"Jill - Jill Myers", I answered back.

"Just a moment, sir," she said.

She was right on time. It only took her a moment, she looked at me and said, "You're appointment has been canceled, it's rescheduled for June 21st."

"Nobody notified me that it had been canceled", I told her in a firm voice.

"I am sure you have been, sir", she answered back.

Oh, Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. Now she has Frisco's full attention, and she joins in the fray.

"I handle the appointments, WE HAVE NOT BEEN BEEN NOTIFIED!" she shot back.

The poor gal, looked at Frisco and said, "I'm sorry for the mix up, but Jill is not in today."

You don't mess with the War Department I tell you. You had better listen when she has the floor.

To make a long story short, we left the premises and headed back on our 26 mile voyage home. It was 0830 when we arrived back in Canastota and I took my bride out to breakfast.

In my last post I had mentioned the fact that I had 3 brand new, medium size jackets with the Marine's "Chosin Few" logo on the back of them. I searched the web and came across a gentleman by the name of Paul Noll. I e-mailed him asking if he knew of any "Chosin Few" marines that would like to have one. You can visit his site here.

He immediately e-mailed me back and told me of a friend of his who is one of the "Chosin Few". His friend had suffered a stroke, and has difficulty communicating. I looked up his friend's web site and was immediately impressed with his credentials. He served in Company "G", 3rd Battalion, 7th Regiment, 1st Marine Division. His name is Stan Smith and he will be getting one of the jackets. . I will drop it in the mail as soon as I receive his mailing address. His Hometown is Pleasant Hill, Oregon. I'll be happy and proud to meet fine gentleman via cyber space. I guess that's what you would call it. I hope to hear from Paul Noll later sometime today.

I'm hoping that this gentleman can put me in touch with 2 other comrades, that can wear a medium size jacket. They are exceptionally nice. I want them in the hands of Bob West's comrades, the "Chosin Few" survivors.

My lovely bride, received a phone call about 30 minutes ago from her sister. She is a widow and living by herself in the hills south of here. She is experiencing some terrible head pains, and doesn't want to be left alone. Fran may bring her home with her, if she is in too bad a shape.

I'm left here alone, that's the reason I'm sitting here chatting with myself, and you. I love this computer. It's hard to comprehend but with repetition I should be able to master it. I was a Navy Yeoman, and a typewriter and me get along fabulously.

Just glanced down and I see I have received an e-mail I hope it's from Paul Noll with Stan's address. Be back in a few minutes after I check my mail.

Good news, I have Stan's mailing address . When my bride gets home I'll run over to the post office and get a box for the jacket, and ship it off to Dexter, Oregon.

I see by the e-mail I received that Stan is my kind of man. He enjoys kids, my informant tells me that he teaches baseball to youngsters and buys those who can't afford it, a baseball grove.. He also donated a battling cage for the team. Stan the Man. a Good Humanitarian.

Well my friends, I anxious for my wife to get back home and I want to send an e-mail to Stan Smith and let him know that his jacket is on the way.

I have often mentioned to you folks, that those who have served together in combat have a bond with their fellow comrades. You have just witnessed a story that commenced a little over 24 hours ago. A departed comrade Bob West, left 3 jackets for a "Cousin Few". A fellow Marine, Jerry Brophy, received custody of him and asked if I would take the responsibility of seeing that they were given to a "Chosin Few".

After searching the web I contacted a retired Army man, Paul Noll, seeking information. Paul "just happened"(?) to have a good friend that is a former Marine and one of the "Chosin Few". One down - two to go. (I wonder.)

I have often told you that Faith has sustained me my entire life. Somehow that Faith has come to my rescue once again.

Thanks Paul for your timely assistance. It is greatly appreciated.

To the rest of my adoring friends, I'll close for now and take a moment to write to Stan. God Bless, Pray for Peace and above all Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack

P.S. Forego that last transmission. I can't locate an e-mail for Stan the Man. I'll mail the jacket and drop him a note in with it. Talk to again soon. SJ ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-26T09:49:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-69 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-69 Good title to tonight's post. BINGO, BINGO, BINGO, BINGO, BINGO. Frisco and I went over to the Legion tonight and played our weekly Bar Bingo game. It's a good night out, and we enjoy the company of our fellow and lady legionnaires for a few hours.

Tonight they voted to bar me from next weeks games. I told them they could count their money -- that I would weigh mine. I won 5 of the 10 games we played and we came home with a very large share of the winnings. I ask our lady bartender to phone the Village Police and request a police escort to take me home. We start the games at 1800 and play for about 2 hours, give or take a few minutes. We arrived home tonight at 2015 hours. It doesn't take much to entertain us.

This morning I went to WMCR Radio, and was interviewed for 20 minutes on our War Memorial Project. I was well prepared for the interview, and I prepared in advance for his questions. He pretty much conducted it has I had anticipated. I was a Life Scout, in the Boy Scouts of America, and everyone knows their motto, "Be Prepared."

I figured this was an opportune time, being Memorial Day is fast approaching, to get some PR on our project. I have a gut feeling that it is going to produce some good results. I also brought with me the Eydie Gorme spot announcement I had recorded back in the 60's while I was on recruiting duty in Detroit. It is a 45 second Navy Nurse recruiting tape that was disseminated nationwide by the Department of the Navy in our efforts to recruit nurses.

I didn't know if the tape was any good or not, it's over 40 years old, but I had to find out. The radio station had the equipment needed to reproduce it on a cassette and, believe it or not, it was in pretty good shape. Not the best quality, but still pretty good.

I was happy, as I wanted my children to hear it. I'm proud of the fact that I had the gumption to request an audience with her. All she had to say is, "No, I am not interested." Instead, when the Desk Clerk at the Hotel Cadillac, in Detroit, told her I was a Navy Recruiter that wanted to talk to her about making a spot announcement about Navy Nurses she said, "Send the sailor up." If you don't ask, you don't receive. In this case I lucked out.

I have been lax in my daily exercise routine for the past couple of days. Between 2 military funerals, escorting the Bishop of Syracuse this past Saturday on his visit to our village, and getting myself prepared for my radio interview, I had to forfeit my exercise program. Tomorrow morning I have to get up early and get to the "Y", and also return to Wal Mart before they fire me as an undercover security guard.

I am anxious for Thursday to get here as I have an appointment with my health provider at the VA. I haven't been on the scales in 5 months, but I have lost about 4 or 5 inches around my waist. I hope I have lost some weight and my blood results show some improvement in my blood sugar, and that my cholesterol is in an acceptable range.

I'll be pretty discouraged if there is no improvement. I have worked pretty darn hard these past 5 months attempting to lose some weight. I hope and pray it has worked.

I didn't get my nap in either today, and I am pretty tired and worn out. So much so, I believe I'll call it a night and bid you fine folks adieu. God Bless, Keep the Faith, my thoughts are with you. -- Sailor Jack


]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-24T20:19:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-68 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-68 sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-24T20:18:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-55 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-55 sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-23T22:48:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-43 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-7.html#unique-entry-id-43 I am going to try this one more time. Three strikes, and you're out. Commander Dave has set me up with a new program for my web page.

I wrote an article last night, and I thought I had written a pretty good post, but, being me I managed to goof it up and lost the whole damn thing.

I tried it a second time, but my feeble mind couldn't recall all the data I had written. I muddle my way through it and said, "Hell, that's pretty much what I had said." I then, somehow, managed to lose it again. I gave up, I e-mailed Dave and requested a rerun on the new program at his convenience.

He gave me a call on i chat tonight, and he straightened me out. But not before I managed to goof up the i chat system also. We lost connections, and he is presently trying to reestablish communication with Frisco and I. Leave it to me.

I was telling you folks how wonderful it was to have a new font that I could adjust, and at the same time make it as large or small as I want. I settled on this style, as it is easy on my eyes.

If I get through this transmission I'll be a happy Dude. If you are perusing my web site at this moment you will know that I was successful.

This morning I attended another military funeral that our Honor Guard rendered for a 92 year old WWII vet. None of them are easy to perform, but this one had so many relatives, sisters and brothers of the deceased who were up in age also. I was standing at Attention at the head of the casket while the firing squad fired their 3 volleys. I rendered a salute as Taps was played by the nephew of the deceased vet. The whole family really broke up. They sobbed, and cried as I approached to present the American Flag to his eldest son. The words come hard, but I always somehow manage to perform the duty.

Once again the Honor Guard was invited, by the family, to the reception that was held in the St. Agatha Church Center at the completion of the burial service. The family thanked us, and thought it was a wonderful duty we perform for our veterans.

Speaking of fellow veterans, Frisco just answered the phone and brought it to me. She said it was a fellow by the name of Jerry Brophy. I have known Jerry for a good number of years. I was surprised to hear that he has left New York State, and now resides in California.

Jerry is a former Marine, and as the old saying goes, "Once a Marine, Always a Marine". So it is with Jerry. He came back to New York to sell his home. In his garage he found three jackets that were purchased by another Marine, a fellow by the name of Bob West, who was a survivor of the "Chosin Few".

The Chinese had stormed across the Yalu River to aid and assist the North Koreans during the Korean War. The Marines at the Chosin Reservoir were overwhelmed, and were ordered to make a strategic withdrawal. It was in the dead of winter, during the months of November and December 1950, and the Marines suffered heavy losses. Those who survived were known as "The Chosin Few". They are a band of brothers, that are bonded together for life. They formed an organization known by it's distinct name, "The Chosin Few".

Bob West was a proud member of that organization, and had ordered some jackets with The Chosin Few logo on the back of them. Bob met sn untimely death a number of years ago, and Jerry was given custody of the jackets. He found 3 of them in his garage and he wanted to give them to someone who would see to it that they get to fellow marines belonging to "The Chosen Few". He told me that he wanted me to take custody of them, and see if I can locate some "brothers" who would like to have them.

I informed him I would be happy and proud to do as he asks. I'm sure that in time, I will find 3 Marines that would appreciate his thoughtfulness.

Another chore to take on, but I am not complaining. I feel duty bound to honor his request. He is going to leave them at the Oneida Daily Dispatch offices, and I will pick them up tomorrow after my radio interview with WMCR.

I am fearful of ending this evenings chat, as I don't know what lies ahead when I attempt, once more, to preview and then publish this post. Wish me luck. Good night, God Bless, Pray for Peace - and please, Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack

]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-22T19:45:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-6.html#unique-entry-id-38 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-6.html#unique-entry-id-38 The time is now 1300 hours, and I have just returned home from Dave Tabor's funeral. The funeral service was completed by 1145. Our Honor Guard. and members of Post 600 of the Veterans of Foreign Wars conducted the Military Honors. This was the first time we teamed up jointly to render this service. It went off pretty good. I had a difficult time, emotionally, when I presented our nation's flag to one of his daughters. I did managed to perform the duty without breaking down.

When the services were over, the family invited us to the reception that was being held at the St. Agatha Social Center. We had a very good lunch and after having my fill I looked up the gentleman I told you about in my last post. He had driven all the way from Virginia to give a final salute to his old comrade in arms.

I spotted him over in a corner, and I went up to him and said, "You will have to excuse me, but I believe I am having a senior's moment. I forgot you name."

"Horsecollar", he said.

"Horsecollar?'. I asked. "Do you spell it like it sounds?"

"Yup". he replied.

"What's your first name?" I inquired.

"That's it - Horsecollar . Horsecollar Smith"

"You're joshing me", I told him.

"Ask my wife, -- Honey, tell him what my name is".

"Horsecollar", she said sweet and smilingly.

"I'll be damned", I replied. "Horsecollar Smith. I'm going to write more about you on my web page.

I inquired if Dave had been awarded his Silver Star Medal in the action he was referring to last night, when he told me how both he and Dave were wounded and their Corporal had died in Dave arms.

"Yup", he said. "Our company had been hit hard , just about everyone was either wounded or killed. Our CO requested reinforcements, and non essential personnel from the rear were ordered up to reinforce us. We held our position but paid a hell of a price". This action took place in the Battle for the Solomon Islands.

I shook his hand, bid him farewell and said, "Semper Fidelis Mate" (Semper Fidelis , Marine Corps motto "Forever Faithful")

I had occasion to speak with another comrade from WWII, and he informed me that Frank Mariano, another fighting marine, is having a very difficult time at the Veterans Hospital in Syracuse. Frank fought in some very, very tough battles in the Pacific. He also fought in the Korean War. Frank is being treated for skin cancer at the VA, but his daughter informed this fellow, that he is experiencing terrible Flashbacks of his fighting days in the Pacific. He informed me also that they have to restrain Frank so he doesn't harm himself, or perhaps others.

They believe that perhaps his Flashbacks were brought on by the medication he received. They are monitoring him closely.

My prayers are with you Frankie, hang in there, Keep the Faith.

It's strange how you can bury those thoughts and memories of so long ago, and yet have them surface, to haunt you, when you least expect it.

On Monday morning our Honor Guard will be rendering full military honors at the funeral for another World War II veteran, Conzetti (Connie) Finocchario. Connie was 92 years young when he reported to the Staff of the Supreme Commander of us all. We will miss him.

It is going on 1515 hours, and I want to rest my weary head before I have to report for my next assignment. The Bishop needs his personal guard to escort him at the Confirmation Mass that commences at l715 this evening. I think I'll retreat to my trusty couch and pay it a visit.

I may return later this evening and chat some more. We'll see. In the meantime take good care of yourselves, God Bless, and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack

]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-21T18:06:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-6.html#unique-entry-id-34 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-6.html#unique-entry-id-34 The time is now 1850 hours, and Frisco and I have just returned home from dinner. We ate a little later tonight as I had to go to a Memorial Service for on old friend, Dave Tabor. I mentioned Dave in my last post. He was loved by all who knew him. He will be buried tomorrow morning with full military honors.

Our Honor Guard, from the Legion, will rendered those honors. Tomorrow will be a hectic day for me. The burial will begin with a service at the Funeral Home, followed by a burial Mass that will be celebrated at St. Agatha Church at 1000 hours. The actual burial will take place around 1100 hours at St. Agatha's cemetery where the Honor Guard will fire three volleys, Taps will be played, and I will present our nation's flag to a member of his family. It is a sad duty to perform, but very gratifying to all concerned.

There was a very large crowd at the funeral home when I arrived at 1645 hours. I left the funeral home at 1730 and returned home to pick up my bride. We went over to the Family Diner for our usual Friday meal, and on the way home we passed the funeral home once more and there was still a large crowd there.

I was introduced to one gentleman, and his wife, who drove all the way from Virginia to attend the funeral. He was a fellow Marine who had known Dave since their days together in the battle for the Soloman Islands. They were both in the same Company of Marines and each of them were seriously wounded in the same battle. The gentleman told me how Dave held their mortally wounded Corporal in his arms until he died . In that action Dave was awarded the Purple Heart and the Silver Star Medal for his heroic actions during the battle.

As I have mentioned before, those who have fought and served together in combat are a band of brothers. Dave and his friend have kept in touch with each other for over 60 plus years. He travelled here from Virginia to render his friend and comrade one final salute.

The earlier part of this day was very hectic also. I began my day with my usual activities at the "Y", and my journey around Wal Mart. On my way home I stopped at that quaint little village, Wampsville. I also made stops at the High School, one of the churches in town and Radio Shack to pick up 3 sound mufflers to use on the microphones for the Memorial Day Services.

I am not done as yet, I also went to WMCR Radio and asked if I could be interviewed on our War Memorial Project. They were happy to grant me an interview and it is set for Tuesday, May 24th at 1000 hours. There is just no rest for the weary. If you want something done, give it to a man that is busy, he'll find time to get it done.

I am so tired of hearing that lame excuse "I don't have the time." You can do anything, if you put your mind to it.

Oh, well, not everyone is like me. Thank God.

By the way, while I was at WMCR Radio I inquired if they have any equipment around from the "old days". The station owner asked "Just what is it you're looking for?'

I told her I have two 45 second spot announcements that were recorded on the reel to reel tapes. What got her attention was when I told her that they recorded by Eydie Gorme, the wife of Steve Lawrence, Eydie was a good singing vocalist back in the '60s.

We were taking heavy casualties in Vietnam at that time, and the Navy dispatched the Hospital ship COMFORT to the area. They had a critical shortage of nurses and we were ordered to recruit as many as possible. Eydie Gorme, and her husband, happened to be in Detroit at that time and I went over to the Hotel Cadillac and requested an audience with her.

The desk clerk inquired, "What is your reason for speaking to her?" he asked. I told him I was on assignment and needed her assistance in recruiting some nurses. He gave her a call on the phone, explained why I wanted to see her and she said, "Send the sailor up." I explained my mission and showed her the script I had written. After reading it she said she would be delighted to help in the effort.

My Commanding Officer forwarded the spot announcement to the Bureau of Pubic Information in the Navy Department, and a short time later we received a letter informing us that the spot was being disseminated nation wide. I received a Letter of Commendation from Washington for my outstanding devotion to duty.

I still have two copies of the old tapes, but I have no way of playing them. The station owner asked me to bring them Tuesday, and she would see if they can put them on cassettes. I hope they can as I would like my children to hear them. I can't even remember what I wrote. That was forty some years ago.

Boy, times goes by fast when you're having fun.

I enjoyed my tour of Recruiting Duty, but I often wonder how many of those we recruited never made it home.

Frisco is sitting on the couch watching Dr. Phil, and she is busy making some quilt patches. My legs are beginning to bother me and I hate to ask her to take my support socks off. The phone just range and it was the Commander of the Legion checking up to see if I had done the work he didn't have time for. I informed him not to worry everything is set to go for Memorial Day. When I hung up I said to Frisco, "Hon, would you mind taking off my socks?' She said a few words with her eyes, as only she can do, and then said out loud, "Climb in your chair."

"Ah, that feels so good," I said as she pealed off my support hose.

Her retort was, "Now you now how it feels when you remove a girdle.." She always get in the last word.

Tomorrow night I get to put on my 4th degree Knights of Columbus regalia because the Bishop of Syracuse is arriving to preform a confirmation ceremony. I'll look like an Admiral with with my fore and aft cap loaded down with white feathers, my red cape, my tuxedo and my trusty sword. It's quite a colorful crew. The confirmation Mass commences at 1715 hours and will probably end around 1830.

That will give me 30 minutes to get home, change clothes and get over to the Legion. Tomorrow night we are having our installation of officers dinner. The dinner is being prepared by our Auxiliary and they do a super job. The dinner starts at 1900 hours, so I'll have to rush.

I am tired of typing, and I am running out of words. So my good friends, and I truly mean that, I leave you with this thought of Oliver Wendell Holmes:

"I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving. To reach the Port of Heaven, we must sail sometime with the wind, and sometimes against it; but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor."

With that thought in mind, I take my leave wishing everyone the best in life. God Bless, Pray for Peace, and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-20T18:50:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-6.html#unique-entry-id-33 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-6.html#unique-entry-id-33 Memorial Day is fast approaching, and as it does my heart grows weary. It is not something new with me, I have had, (for a lack of proper words), "these feelings" since the days of WWII. It seems that the older I get, the more vivid my memory becomes. I believe in my heart, that my son, Commander Dave knows from which I speak.

In his post yesterday morning, he writes: "May 17th, I can't let this date pass without noting that it was on this day in 1987 that former shipmate ET3 Kelly Quick was killed along with 36 others aboard USS STARK."

This young sailor he was referring to, was killed along with 36 other sailors aboard the STARK, when the ship was hit and heavily damaged by an air to surface missile in the Persian Gulf. The young lad was cross-decked to Commander Dave's ship, the STEPHEN W. GROVE, a sister ship of the STARK, to assist in repairing vital equipment on board the GROVE.

Commander Dave has often spoke of this fine young man, that carried out his assignment and duties eagerly, with a smile on his face. When the young sailor completed his assignment aboard GROVE he returned to the STARK. It was just a matter of days, after he returned to duty that the STARK was hit, and young Kelly Quick was one of the casualties.

The above incident took place 18 years ago, and Commander Dave cannot let this date pass by, without remembrance of ET3 Kelly Quick.

There is an old song entitled "There's Something About A Sailor", and another one that comes to mind, "Shipmates, Stand Together" that depicts the camaraderie of navy men. It is true also in the other branches of our armed forces. We are a proud band of brothers.

Yesterday morning we also lost another one of our World War II veterans. David Tabor, 87 years of age, a proud, tough Marine who fought and served with the elite Edson Raiders in the Soloman Islands passed away quietly at his home. Dave was active right up to the end. He was getting ready to repair some of our flag poles that are set up for our Memorial Day Service. When he didn't report, the Commander of our VFW Post went to check on him. He discovered Dave dead in his home. Dave was the recipient of the Silver Star and Purple Heart medals. His burial, with full Military Honors, will be held this Saturday. Farewell, Comrade.

So there it is, each year at this time, my mind tells me it's time to pay them homage. They were my shipmates. they were my friends. We played together, laughed together, cried together and fought together. A very special breed of men.

Speaking of a special breed of men, I am inserting a few more lines, that are being added at 0845 hour, in tribute to another branch of the Navy, that I had the distinct privilege of serving in. We are best known as "The Silent Service".

On "60 Minutes", a CBS program, a report on the collision of the attack submarine USS SAN FRANCISCO that had hit an undersea mountain at a speed of approximately 40-45 knots was aired. Frisco called my attention to it, and I immediately halted all activities to hear first hand the story as told by her Captain and some members of her crew.

It was a harrowing tale of a crippled submarine fighting to rise from a depth of 550 feet. Her crew had been throw against instruments, hatches, and bulkheads. Aboard submarines there are no soft spots. Their forward ballast tanks had been ruptured and they had a difficult time attempting to rise to the surface. A May Day call was sent and a helicopter was immediately dispatched to attempt to save the life of one of her crew who was critically injured.

When the helicopter arrived the crew was working desperately cutting away railings leading up a 20 foot latter from the mess deck just aft of her conning tower. They were attempting to host a stretcher with their injured shipmate strapped on it, but stretcher was too wide and would not go through the hatch leading topside. The young submariner died shortly after their failed attempt. The skipper of the sub released the helicopter from it's mission and the wounded submarine limped back to Guam., where she was temporarily repaired for her return voyage to her home port.

The skipper of the submarine lost his command, and took full responsibility of the incident. The Navy faulted him for not checking all the charts available to him. The chart he and his crew were utilizing was a chart they were given for this particular mission by the Navy Department.

The Chief of the Boat was pained deeply at the loss of one of his crew, and you could see and feel the pain in his heart for a lost shipmate.

I mentioned to Fran that it was a miracle that the SAN FRANCISCO was able to surface. The most dreaded call in the Silent Service is, "Gray Lady Down". A salute goes out to them from me, and, I am sure, all Submariners. In my book they are "The Keepers of the Faith".

These last 5 paragraphs were inserted immediately after that segment of the CBS program ended.

It is now 1600 hours and I haven't had my nap. I don't think I would be able to nap anyway. I do have to go to the Legion at 1900 tonight for a quick check on our preparations for Memorial Day. Everything seems to be in place, and hopefully, we're ready to get underway.

Stopped in and saw Lois this morning, and we have received more donations. What is so encouraging is that we are receiving long distance donations. The news is out there. Today we had donors from Canton, Ohio, and Old Forge, NY along with several local donors. We have even received some pledges from VIPs, whom I will not name at this time.

Lois has been giving me the notes and letters that accompany the checks. I enjoy reading about their feelings on this project. I just know that the community will not fail us. We will reach our goal!

I personally believe that we will receiving an increased volume of donations when Memorial Day is over, and we break ground for the foundation of this beautiful monument. The public will be well aware by then, that we have Aaron Sykes, a noted sculptor, working with us.

Things will be snowballing by then. Everybody will want to contribute. Remember how you use to build a snowman? You would start with a small snowball and roll it into a hugh ball of snow. Hence the word "snowballing" -- we're on a roll! Let'er rip!!! I smell SUCCESS!!!

Well my good friends, I am going to take my leave and relax for a short while before my bride rings the dinner bell. Pray for Peace.
God Bless and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-18T13:57:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-6.html#unique-entry-id-32 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-6.html#unique-entry-id-32 What a tremendous day it has been. Aaron Sykes, sculptor extraordinare, has reported for duty. We met with this young man shortly before 1000 hours this morning, and had a very informative discussion with him. He is a very, very talented young man.

He is willing to help us in our endeavor, and will be e-mailing me as to when he will be available for the ground breaking ceremony. I would like to do it the first week in June, but he wants to check his schedule. He informed me that it would be the first thing he'll do when he gets home. He lives in Philadelphia, PA, about a 5 hour drive from here.

Farrell Miller, the site man, and Bob Clarke, the artist and designer, along with our town supervisor, "Rocky" DiVeronica, and myself, covered just about everything we had hoped to cover, and then some. My hopes have skyrocketed, how can we fail, with a man of this caliber in our corner.

After our discussions, we went to Clark Memorial Park so that Aaron could view the site. The four of us, on the committee, concurred with his recommendation as to where the memorial would be most visible, and provide the best viewing space for the public at our ceremonial services. He requested an overhead site view of the area, and will prepare for us, a 3 dimensional drawing of his proposal. We are all looking forward to that.

We finished up a little after 12 noon, and everybody went their separate ways. I invited Aaron out to lunch, and the two of us went over to my favorite eating place, Anne Marie's Family Diner. There, I learned a little more about this fine gentleman. He has a good taste for fine foods. After looking the bill of fare over, he ordered Liver and onions, with bacon. A man after me own heart. I love liver, smothered with onions and bacon also. As it turned out, we had identical meals. We also ordered home fries and beet salad. The only thing that was different was that he drank a coke, and I had a cup of coffee.

Just before he and I went to lunch, Lois, our treasurer, informed me that she had received checks from California, Florida and Cazenovia, NY. How about that. The news is being spread far and wide. Each of them mentioned that they read my article in the Madison Neighbors Magazine of the Syracuse Post Standard.

When I returned home I discovered two e-mails, informing me that they had checked my web site and discovered that somebody absconded with my Service Member List. I found out about it yesterday, and I informed Commander Dave about it. He was surprised that it was gone. We had brought it up to date, and I printed copies of it. It's still in my computer, but it went AWOL from my web site. Dave told me he would have it back on line before night fall.

My two e-mail friends, were seeking information about some of their relatives names. They each wanted to know if three (3) of their family members were on the list. In each case 2 names were, and 1 wasn't. I e-mailed them back and requested that they send me a copy of the missing man's discharge papers. One of the missing names, was a personal old friend of mine. He has passed on now, and if she can't find his discharge papers I'll personally check it out at the Veterans Agency in, (yes), Wampsville.

Frisco and I have our shuffleboard tournament tonight. We play at 1900 hours (remember, that 7 p.m.) and we should be back home by 2000 hours, or 2030 at the latest. I want to get back as soon as possible, as I told Commander Dave that we would be back home by then. Right now it's 1600 hours, and I haven't had my nap as yet. I arose early this morning, earlier than usual, because I couldn't sleep any longer. The cat was bothering me, and I was anxious to commence my day. This is the day I have been waiting for. Believe me, it was worth the wait. All good things come to those who sit and wait.

I'll be back with you later this evening to bring you up to date. Stay tuned. I'm back, Fran rang the dinner bell, and I awoke from a sound nap. It's now 1747 hours according to my trusty little time piece above my desk top. I have time to chat for a few minutes before we head over to the legion.

I guess I really should throw some hot water in my face to wake up. The reason I say hot water, is because it's cold in the house. I wonder if we paid we our heat bill? I had my blanket over me, but I'm chilled to the bone. It had been raining while I was napping and it still looks dark and cloudy out, I guess I am going to have to put my shoes on. Frisco is anxious to get to the legion. We don't play for another hour but she just ordered me to get my act together. I guess she's going stir crazy, she has been cooped up in the house all day.

Like Dugout Doug, "I Have Returned".

Frisco and I played a tough game, but lost to a tougher opponent. Oh well, there is always next week. I heard some good news, along with some sad news while we were at the legion. I'll give you the sad news first, and end up on a happier note.

The sad news is that we have lost another one of our comrades. Dave Taber, a World War II veteran, passed away this morning at his home. I don't know the particulars of his passing, but I will be notified sometime tomorrow morning. He was a quiet man, with a fighting heart. I'll tell you more tomorrow.

The good news is that Bob Clarke, the fellow that designed and sketched our Memorial had another appointment at his place of employment at 1300 hours today. He would have liked to stayed and gone to lunch with us at noon, but it was appointment he dare not miss. I don't know if I have mentioned it in some of my previous discussions with you, but Bob is an Associate Professor at Mohawk Community College. Today he was informed by the President of the College that he has been awarded a full Professorship at their institute of learning. He is a proud and happy man tonight. Couldn't happen to a nicer fellow. Congratulations, Bob.

Well I guess that is about it for tonight. I have had a full day, a short nap and the good fortune of having someone, in High Places, watch over me.

Keep the Faith, my friends, and pray for Peace. Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-16T17:47:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-31 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-31 Ever have a bout with with your local Assessor concerning the value of your home. The citizenry here, and there about, have been up in arms over the assessment of their homes and property. I can't say that I blame them, some of them had every right to be. I believe all of them did. It's a wonder that they didn't tar and feather the poor souls and run them out of town.

One fellow's assessment went from $24,000 to over $80,000. WOW! That's over 300% increase. Where are they coming from??? Just about everyone had an astronomical increase.

Not everyone, Frisco and I had a $4,300 increase in the assessment of our home and property. When we first received our notification of the assessment we shrugged our shoulders and I remarked, "Everybody wants my money". Frisco didn't seem to think that it was to much out of line, so being the good citizens we are, we did not want to set up an appointment to protest the assessment.

After talking to a few more of my influential contacts, I discovered that 95% of my surrounding neighbors were all assessed less that we were.

"Wait a minute", I said, "They can't do that to me. I"m the eldest man in the neighborhood - and to boot, I'm handicapped and unable to work". They all had larger homes than Fran and I, a few of them even have swimming pools. I jumped into my trusty little Jeep and drove over to the town hall to join the masses.

I got there just in time, as they were about to cease taking appointments. I did manage to get my name of the list, and they gave me an appointment for 1045 hours this morning.

When Frisco and I arrived for our appointment, we were shocked. There must have been 20 to 25 people sitting and standing in the passage outside the assessor's office. I said to Fran, "Holy smokes, we'll be here a month of Sundays before we get in to see him. Why in hell did they give us an appointment?"

A kind old lady said sadly, "We don't have an appointment. If you have one, go see the young lady by the door, she'll take care of you".

I did as see suggested, and the young lady wanted to know what time my appointment was scheduled for. I told her, "Right now, our appointment is
for 10:45 a.m., We're here."

"Stand here in the corner, Mr. Rogers," (she must have known me) "You will be going in next," she informed me. I call for Frisco to come and join me and it was just a matter of minutes before the young lady told us to go in.

I took one look at the guy and said to myself, "Oh boy, we got a fight on our hands". He didn't look to happy, and I don't blame him, who wants to hear all the complaints being thrown your way.

At any rate he asked if we had our assessment letter, and Fran handed it to him. He punched us up on the computer and said, "Do you think your assessment is too high? What was the purchase price of your home when you bought it?"

Fran told him, and in the same breath said, "Would you purchase our home for your assessment price?" She caught him off guard, and after a moment he said, "I would have to see it first."

We then informed him that all of our neighbors homes are larger than ours, that some even have swimming pools, but that all of them are assessed lower than we are. At that moment, before he could speak a word, Frisco handed him a slip of paper showing our neighbors names and the amount of their assessments.

He looked them over, checked a few to be sure they were correct and said, "I see you did your homework. Would you be happy if I lowered it to last year's assessment?'"

"Yes", we replied, "we can live with that."

"Consider it done" he said smilingly. He knew had met him match.

What had happened in this case, I understand, is that they farmed the assessments out to some firm that didn't even bother to view the properties and, to boot. their computers goofed up and went wlld. I know one thing for sure, they have one hell of a mess on their hands.

Those waiting in the hall were relieved when they saw Frisco and I exit the office with smiles on our faces. At least they knew that they have a fighting chance. Mistakes happen in life, but if they can be rectified, all's well that ends well.

I don't mind paying taxes, I just don't like to be taken advantage of. Nobody does!

In this case Frisco and I, hit 'em with a right, then hit 'em with a left and blinded him with our flashy footwork.

AND THE WINNER IS: Sailor Jack and his lovely bride, Frisco Fran!!!

What an exciting Saturday, I hope to enjoy the rest of the weekend. Wish me and my committee good fortune on Monday when we consult with the sculptor I have been telling you about. This is sure to give us a big shot in the arm. I have invited 4 TV stations and 3 newspapers to be here for a news conference pertaining to our World War II Memorial honoring all veterans from the Canastota School District that served honorably in the armed forces of our nation during World War II. I am really excited, things are being to roll. We will break ground right after Memorial Day.

Good night all you bloggers out there. I enjoy my evenings with you. God Bless - Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-14T18:56:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-30 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-30 Another good day. Started early this morning, almost before sunrise. I couldn't sleep after 0500, I laid there for another hour when Frisco arose to start her day. My mind was working, and it was a losing battle trying to get back to sleep. The cat climbed on the bed and did her best to roust me out of the sack. "You win", I told her as my feet hit the deck.

Had my bowl of cereal, and a hard boiled egg for breakfast. I scanned the headlines in the morning paper, and then checked in on Commander Dave to see what he was up to. I left my homeport here, shortly after 0800, sent to the Post Office to drop off an advanced copy of our Memorial Day program to Colonel Howard. i thought it might be of some help to him if he knew in advance just what was going to transpire that morning.

I then proceeded on Friday's normal Plan of the Day. Went to the "Y", did my thing - then to Wal Mart to greet all the crew, and made sure that they were all turning to with a "clean sweep down, fore and aft."

While I was strolling about the premises I came upon a display of wicker baskets. Their original price was $30, they had been marked down to $15.00, and I was fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time.

That little fella, with the BIG yellow, round, face was busy cutting prices. He had just up a sign that read: "SPECIAL" $5.00.

"What a deal". I said to myself. "I think Frisco would like to have one of them." So I stopped back after my cruise and picked one up for her. I was thinking, "Should I buy another one? She may like it,". I talked myself out of it, and called it a morning. I was done by 1000 hours, and set my course to, wait to you hear this, Wampsville, NY. Yes, Wampsville. Isn't that an exquisite name?

Wampsville, is our county seat. I went to pay a visit to the Veterans Agency to check on about 7 or 8 names that were duplicated on our Memorial List of WWII veterans. Only 3 were actually duplicated, and will have to be deleted from our list.

I was glad that I made the port call there, because I was able to obtain the middle initials of the other individuals that were duplicated. Now they can tell who's who by the middle initial.

After I departed the Veterans Agency I went to the Town Hall to inform Lois that last evening our Honor Guard, at the Legion, voted to support our project on the Memorial and donated $500.00 to it. I also informed Lois that I made a presentation at our general membership meeting on the project and they were impressed with our progress and pledged $1,000.00 (I like to see "0's" ) to be paid through the proceeds of the first 4 breakfasts we hold this Fall. That means we will probably get $l,500, or more, depending on how large the crowd of breakfast clubbers are.

I'll promote the breakfasts, informing the citizenry of this Village that the proceeds are for the War Memorial. That will be bring them in.

After I left Lois, I set sail for my home port. Frisco was delighted to see the wicker basket, and when I told her it was only $5.00, she immediately said, "Why didn't you get two?" I knew, I just knew that she was going to say that. If I had brought home 2, she would have said, "Why in the dickens did to purchase 2 of them?"

As it turned out, we climbed back in my Jeep Liberty, and went back to Wal Mart. We came home with 2 more. That made 3 of them. At least, I made her day.

When we arrived back home she prepared our lunch of cottage cheese , and sliced canned pears on a blanket of Escarole. After I finished my lunch I sat down to relax and play some solitary on the computer. Within 15 minutes I couldn't hold my head up any longer. I made a shot for my favorite resting place to take a nap. I no sooner laid down and I remembered I was going to call my older sister, Isabel, who lives in Spokane Springs, Washington. I have been meaning to do it for the past 10 days, but I was so involved with the Memorial Day and working on the War Memorial Project that I kept forgetting.

I immediate arose and headed for the galley to get the phone. The local time here was 1315 hours. In Spokane it was 1015 hours. My sister, God love her, is 86 years old. She has brace on her leg and has a mobile wheel cart, the kind you see on TV. Mind you it is only l0:15 A.M. My brother in law, Ray, who is 89 years of years, answers the phone. He was my best man at our wedding 50 years ago. We had a nice long chat and I finally got around to asking him how my Sis was.

I asked him, "Is she still asleep?' He said, "Oh No!! She and Cheryl (her daughter) had already left for Bingo and won't be home until late tonight." She loves her Bingo. God Bless her, more power to her. Ray will give her a hug and kiss for me and I'll try again next week to call her.

I retreated from the galley, and finally laid down for my nap. it was now 1400 hours and I slept hard until l600 hours when I woke up and asked Frisco "What time is it?"

"Supper time," she said, "get you're shoes on" "Aye, Aye Ma'm," I replied, "I 'm at your service."

I threw some hot water on my face and eyes and we headed over to Anne Marie's Family Diner for our usual Friday night dinner.

I had to leave you for a few minutes. Commander Dave, gave us a ring on i chat, and I was happy to hear from him. I had a list of minor changes to the War Memorial List, and I wanted him to walk me through the changes. It's ready now, if this was the time to send it to whoever is going to do the inscribing. There are more names that will probably be added before the deadline of 31 July gets here. So far we have requests from 4 individuals that have submitted their discharge papers and are seeking to have their names added. Three of them are qualified, and one is not. The committee still have to review them and give their approval. We may receive a few more before the deadline expires.

As you can see, I lead a very exciting life. I enjoy it most when I have something to keep me busy. I know that Frisco is pleased that I have shown so much energy lately working on both the upcoming Memorial Day service and the War Memorial. My heart is with my fellow veterans, young and old. We are a band of brothers, and sisters.

This nations has been at war since December 7, 1941. The men and women who have answered this country's call to arms are the most dedicated individuals this nation has ever had. It is too bad that those who lead us down the pathway of military warfare, do not keep the solemn promises they have made to those who must bear the burden of battle. Veterans benefits, that were solemn promises are being denied.

At the beginning of hostilities they promise you the world. When your tour is over, you end up losing the benefits that should be rightfully yours. Veterans and military retirees must pass a means test, annually, and make co-payments for medications that at one time were provided for a very little, or no cost.

I am not going to harp on this subject. It is shame - when this government, who ask, and expect you to put your life on the line, and they in return can turn their backs on you, in your hour of need.

Good night, good people. God Bless - Keep the Faith, Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-13T20:55:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-28 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-28 It's been a long day. It started out fine, and things just got better as the day went on. I won't bore you with the details. It will suffice to say that most of you already know my daily routine, so let just skip the morning activities.

I did pick up Frisco at 1200 hours, at the conclusion of their quilt group meeting. Just bebore picking up Fran I stopped at the Town Hall and visited with Lois, our treasurer. She informed me that we received a donation from the Knights of Columbus for our memoral. It was indeed nice of them. I am a Past Grand Knight of our Council and a 4th Degree member of our Assembly.

I had Lois check in on Commander Dave's web site to view the pictures I have on my old web site of Nagasaki that were taken by me in September of '45. She was astonished at the total destruction of the city. Can't say I blame her, let's hope and pray we never have to utilize that weapon again.

I also brought her a copy of the up to date list of names that are to be inscribed on the memorial. I have a short meeting tomorrow night with the committee to pick up any questions that they would like answered by the scluptor.

When I arrived back home I e-mailed a woman (I believe it's a woman) from Wisconsin who had e-mailed me. She was in search of information about a name on our War Memorial List. She thought that perhaps it could be her grandfather. I contacted the family of that name, who liive in Canastota, to see if they were related to the name of the individual on our list. As it turned out, they were not. The last names are the same, but no relaltionship.

I then looked in the phone book and came up with 10 different families, scattered all around Centeral New York, and wrote down their addresses and forwarded them to her. Perhaps this might be of some help to her. I hope so.

I then e-mailed another woman at Fort Drum, NY who works in the Public Affairs Office. I have been corresponding with her since Febuary. At that time I requested a guest speaker for our Memorial Day Services. Knowing the government, I knew I had better start early. I learned that from 23 years of military life. Hurry up and Wait! I contacted her early in February, and it took until May 10th to get my request approved. I'm a patient man, and she was doing all she could to arrange a speaker.

We have been assigned a Lieutenant Colonel from the 10th Mountain Division. He served 2 tours of duty in Afghanistan, and is also a veteran of Operation Desert Storm, the 1st Iraqi war. He is an Army Ranger, the tough and ready guys.

I had to send the best route to Canastota from Fort Drum to him. It is about a 2 hour drive, but it's an easy and direct route to town. He won't get llost.

I see, and hear that they had to evacuate the White House, and the Capital Building, when a "Bogey" showed up on he radar screens this afternoon. I guess the system works, they intercepted a small plane flying in a restricted air space. Good show - we can't afford to take chances.

We have a well trained military, the world's best. When something like this happens everyone concerned begins thinking about, and talkng to the Supreme Commander of us all. Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

I would like to share with you a prayer that has been with me since my days in "Boot Camp".

THE PRAYER OF A NAVY MAN

Almighty Father, whose way is in the sea and whose paths are in the great waters, whose command is over all and whose love never faileth: Let me be aware of Thy presence and obedient to Thy will. Keep me true in my best self, guarding me against dishonesty in purpose and in deed, and helping me as to live that I can stand unashamed and unafraid before my shipmates, my loved ones, and Thee. Protect those in whose love I live. Give me the will to do the work of a man and to accept my share of responsibilities with a strong heart and a cheerful mind. Make me faithful to the duties my country has intrusted to me. Let my uniform remind me daily of the traditions of the service of which I am a part. If I am inclined to doubt, steady my faith, if I am tempted, make me strong to resist. If I should miss the mark, give me courage to try again. Guide me with the light of truth and keep before me the life of Him by whose example and help I trust to obtain the answer to my prayer. Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

There it is, you have it. The prayer that has guided me throughout my life. I am an old pack rat, I never throw anything away. That prayer has been with me for 61 years. The paper on which it appears is yellow with age, but the words are as strong, if not stronger today, as they were then.

I am not attempting to convert anyone to my way of life. I only know that it was through Him, His Blessings and, His love for me, that I am still here today. Keep the Faith good people. God Bless and pray for peace. -- Sailor Jack

]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-11T21:54:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-27 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-27 I had a rather busy day today. I arose at 0700 hours, had a quick breakfast and dropped an e-mail to our treasurer, Lois Brown. I had reminded her that her boss, our town supervisor, had to be at the memorial site at 12 noon for a newspaper photo shot. I got to the "Y" just after 0800 completed all my exercise routine and made a beeline for Wal Mart where I walked around for 45 minutes.

Returned home and gave my body a rest for approximately 45 minutes, made a quick change of clothes and went over to get our picture taken for the article that will appear in the Neighbor Magazine section of this Thursday's edition of the Syracuse Post Sandard. I returned home and had a tuna fish salad for lunch and sat down and telephone the three major TV stations in Syracuse.

I talked with their assignment editors, and they all seemed very interested in our project. They agreed with me that having a noted sculptor, that was born and raised in our area, as a consultant on our memorial was indeed newsworthy. I am confident that at least one of the three will send a camera crew. Perhaps all three stations will see fit to give us some air time. I will take what we can get. Every bit helps.

I want to thank my son, Commander Dave, for the plug he gave my web site. He linked up my old web site with the pictures I had taken at Nagasaki in September 1945. One of these days I'll be bright enough to figure all the in and outs of blogging. I guess thats what you call it.

Frisco and I had to go to the Legion tonight for our shuffleboard tournament. We played at 1800 hours and we had one heck of a close game. It couldn't have been closer. We were trailing by 14 points when we made a tremendous comeback. All to no avail, we lost the game. Final score 21-20. It was fun though, everyone was watching the game. It was a hard one to lose, but someone has to win.

This week is really going to be a busy one for me. Thursday I have 4 places I must be at. I have an audience with the school superintendent in the morning concerning the recruitment of the entire student body in our fund raising efforts. In the early evening I have three meetings I have to attend. One with our American Legion Honor Guard concerning the schedule for our Memorial Day program, immediately after that I meet with the Memorial Committee to discuss the upcoming meeting with the sculptor. I have asked each member of the committee to write down any question that they want, pertaining to the memorial. I will attempt to get an answer for them. Last, but not least, is our general membership meeting. It's election night and we will be voting on a slate of officers for the year 2005-06.

Never a dull moment, in the life of Sailor Jack.

I was watching the evening news and I stand corrected. I had posted that there were 12 million people in the armed forces during World War II. The commentator, of ABC News, was paying tribute to our fighting forces, and he mentioned the fact that over 16 million Americans fought in that war. He also alluded to the fact that there are only 3.7 million of them left. We are indeed a dying breed.

I am so proud that I have a hand in honoring all veterans, living and dead, that served our country in a very dire time of our lives. The citizens of this area should be commended for their outstanding tribute to their loved ones, and friends, who fought and served in World War II.

I have received several letters from donors thanking the committee for our efforts to memorialize those who served. Our committee in return thanks them for their generous donations. We have a long ways to go, but with a top notch sculptor in our corner, I am confident that our mission will be accomplished.

The American people are a people of great compassion. They always rise to a challenge, and will never shrink their duty. This memorial will be a lasting tribute to the men and women who left their homes, their farms and their families to fight a treacherous foe in far off lands. It is my hope that the families of those who's names will appear on this memorial, will donate to this cause memorializing the names of their father, their grandfather, their uncles and other members of their family. If each of them were to contribute a donation, large or small, success would be assured.

If I sound like I am making a plea for funds, I guess I am. It is not a necessity, nor is it a prerequisite, for having the name of a loved one inscribed on the memorial. I would prefer it to be, a plea for success.

The time is closing in on 2100 hours, (remember, that's 9 p.m.) I hope I didn't bore you too much this evening. When I sit down for an evening chat, I have no idea as to what will come off my finger tips. I just like to talk, I hope it makes sense.

By the way, also on the same newscast, they reported that a Pentagon official was quoted as saying, something in the words of, "The insurgents seem to be getting stronger. I don't know if we can win this thing or not."

When asked if we were losing this war, he replied something like, "We may be, I don't know. Our country will be fighting them for many years."

Why in hell didn't they ask me? I predicted even before the war started., that we would be making the biggest mistake in the history of our country if we invade Iraq. I predicted that the Arabs would NOT tolerate American forces on Arab land. That we would be enticing a Holy War that will make the 100 year war look like a cake walk. Just about everything I predicted is coming to pass.

We have now surpassed 1600 casualties in Iraq, not counting those in Afghanistan. Where in the dickens did President Bush come off declaring in a photo Op, aboard aircraft carrier USS ABRAHAM LINCOLN, back in May of "03, "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!"

He certainly didn't know what he was talking about. He still don't. We will be forced to stay there indefinitely. There is no end in sight. We may declare that Iraq is now a democracy, I tell you that they will return to their Islamic ways shortly after we exist their country.

I better get off my soap box before someone turns me in.

It's been nice. The Good Lord willing we will talk again tomorrow. I like our chats because there is no one to interrupt me. I've got the floor.

Good night my good friends, Pray for Peace. Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-09T21:00:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-25 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-5.html#unique-entry-id-25 V-E Day, May 8, 1945 - it was on this date in history, that the war in Europe ended. Millions of people in Allied nations across Europe, and here in the United States and Canada, celebrated that great victory.

To the forces in the far off Pacific, it was just another day. A day that could, and often did, bring on that dreadful fear - whether or not you would survive to see another sunrise.

Our naval forces in, and around, the island of Okinawa suffered their severest casualties in all the battles fought during World War II. The Japanese kamikaze attacks, in the months of May and June were relentless. They continued their attacks through July and into August. The last attack by a kamikaze, was right after Japan announced to the world that they would accept an Unconditional Surrender.

When that announcement was made, our forces celebrated also. I was sitting below on the Mess deck watching a movie, when General Quarters was sounded. It was approximately 2030 hours. I hit the weather deck on the run, and couldn't believe my eyes and ears. Every weapon in the harbor was firing, the skies were lit up with tracer fire. They seemed to be directed everywhere. My first thought was, "My God, their coming with everything they got."

I made it to my battle station in the forward fire control tub, just forward of the bridge. Tracers seemed to be firing right over my head. I reported to the bridge that we were manned and ready when the skipper ordered everyone to cease firing and get below deck. When I retreated to the signal bridge and the main deck I crawled on my stomach to make it to a hatch that led below deck.

Our ship, and others in our squadron, had received orders to depart Okinawa and set sail for Leyte in the Philippines. We were to prepare ourselves for the invasion of Kyushu, the southern most island of Japan. Shortly after we had received our orders, Japan announced that they would surrender.

I don't recall the exact date, but the night before we were to depart, General Quarters was sounded. We thought that the war was over. Radar had picked up a "Bogey" and the fleet, laying at anchor in the Bay was alerted. The battleship PENNSYLVANIA laid moored in Buckner Bay, not far from where we laid at anchor. She was hit by a suicide bomber in the stern section of the ship. If my recollection is correct, she lost more than a dozen of her crew.

We were indeed happy to see the war end in Europe, but we knew that we had a long way to go with Japan. If President Truman had not ordered the use of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, we would have had one hell of a fight on our hands when we invaded the Japanese homeland. By his direct order, he saved countless thousands of American lives. Had we not dropped the bomb, Japan would never have surrendered. They would have fought to the death.

I personally seen the total destruction of Nagasaki, If we had invaded Japan, our orders were to take Kyushu. When they surrendered, our orders were to occupy Kyushu. The orders of all military units remained the same. Instead of invading, we were to occupy.

I have pictures hidden somewhere in my old web site, that were taken by me at Nagasaki. My problem is that I don't know how to link them up. Maybe Commander Dave can help me. I have never seen such devastation. Pray we don't utilize this weapon ever again. It was the A-bomb that forced them to accept our terms of surrender.

September 2nd of this year will mark V-J Day. The official ending of World War II. Sixty years have passed, where did they go? They tell me that time goes fast when you're having fun. The problem is, I didn't realize that I was having so much fun.

Just finished talking with Commander Dave on i-chat. He called to wish his Mom a happy Mother's Day. All our children have communicated with her today. I have told you this before, but it is worth repeating. I don't know what I would do without Frisco Fran. She is a wonderful, compassionate mother, and wife. I don't believe I could on without her.

The time is 2245 hours and I best call it an evening. Your history lesson for tonight is over, and the time has come for me to say Good Night. You have been good listeners, taking the time out of your busy lives to hear the tales of this old sailor. Good night, and God Bless. -- Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-08T22:45:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-4.html#unique-entry-id-24 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-4.html#unique-entry-id-24 "NOW HERE THIS - NOW HEAR THIS

Reporting aboard for duty, Aaron J. Sykes, a local lad born in Oneida, New York and raised in Canastota, NY, a sculptor extraordinary, has just finished speaking to me by phone. This young man is the gentleman I have been anxiously waiting to hear from. This afternoon we had a nice chat, and we firmed up an appointment date forMay 16th, at 1000 hours.

We will meet at the Town of Lenox offices with our local officials, and 3 members of my committee. After our discussions we will proceed over to Clark Memorial Park and view the proposed site. He will offer his suggestions as to where the memorial will receive the most visibility from both Route 5 and Peterboro Street in the Village of Canastota. He informed me he will have a better perspective of his work load by the 16th, and that he is willing to do what he can to help us achieve our goal. Great news!!!

This will also give us another big shot in the arm for PR, as he is one of the sculptors who worked on the National World War II Memorial in Washington, D. C., and is presently in contact with the Air Force Academy in Boulder, Colorado concerning a memorial being built there.

You can view some of his artistic works on his web site: www.aaronsykes-sculpture.com

I awoke this a.m. at 0700 hours, and I haven't put my shoes on today. I was afraid to leave the house for fear he might give me a call, and I wouldn't be here to take it. My patience paid off at 1455 hours. I had just sat down and wrote the first sentence of an e-mail that I was writing to him when the phone rang.

The committee will be happy to hear the news. I am going to call those who I think should be there for this important first meeting.

In a very few minutes Frisco and I will be heading out for our usual Friday night fish dinner. I am so excited, I don't know if I will be able to eat.

We got over to the Diner, sat down and looked the menu over. We both decided to order the fish sandwich special. We had a choice of either french fries, or macaroni and cheese to go with it. Frisco ordered one and I ordered the other. In that we got the best of two worlds. We shared each other's side dish.

As I expected, I couldn't eat all of my meal. To excited about what transpired earlier this afternoon, We're home now, and I am awaiting a
phone call from Bob Clarke, the designer of our memorial. He will be glad to hear the good news. I called Farrell Miller shortly after I finished my conversation with the sculptor, and he was also pleased to hear the good news.

Everything happened at once today. Immediately after I hung up from our discussion, the phone rang again. This time it was a reporter from the Syracuse Post Standard. As I mentioned in yesterday's post, they are going to publish an article I wrote about the memorial in their Neighbors Magazine section of next Thursday edition. In my article I wrote, I mentioned the fact that we had received notification that we had been approved for a $25,000 grant from the State if New York.

I guess that kind of news got their attention. They wanted to know who notified us of this grant, and other pertinent information concerning our project. My article is still going to be published in the magazine section, but will also get the attention of the readers in the front page section of the paper.

They smell a story now that is newsworthy. We have a noted sculptor working with us, an approved grant from New York State, and the project has a different slant than most war memorials.

We are not only honoring those who paid the supreme sacrifice from this area, we are also honoring all those who served in our armed forces during World War II, that lived in the Canastota School District. The school district encompasses the entire Town of Lenox. At the present time, we have approximately 680 names that will be inscribed on this memorial. Included in that figure are the names of 28 young men that gave their lives in the defense of our nation. A Gold Star will be placed along side their names, signifying that they paid the Supreme Sacrifice.

Tom Brokaw couldn't have found a better title for his book, "The Greatest Generation". It is only fitting that those who served so valiantly in World War II should be so honored.

I began a fund raising project this evening when we went to Anne Marie's Family Diner. I brought over a gallon plastic jug, that she had given me yesterday. I placed a sign on it with a plea for help in achieving our goal. The sign included a photocopy of the proposed memorial. I even primed it with a few dollars to start the ball rolling.

I intend to place these jars in all local restaurants, and supermarkets in our area.

We are well on our way to being recognized throughout Madison County. People will respond if the cause is worthy, I have Faith!

Remember the TV show, "THE A TEAM"?? "I love it, when a plan comes together."

You bloggers out there, pass the word. Who knows from where it will come. The answer to our dream.

We will take it from where we get it!

I don't know if I can take much more excitement for tonight. I have had all I can stand, I can stands no more. Good night my good friends, God Bless, Pray for Peace, and please, Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-06T20:23:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-4.html#unique-entry-id-23 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-4.html#unique-entry-id-23 Well, I tried. Reveille was early this morning. I had a good breakfast, went straight away to the Town Hall after eating, picked up the presentation photo of our Monument, and parked myself in the office of the School District"s Superintendent's office. I patiently waited for his secretary to report to work, and when she did she informed me that he would not be available today, as he was visiting all the classrooms in our three (3) schools.

Just my luck, the assistant superintendent was also tried up, and would not have time to spare with me.

"How about setting up an appointment with the "Super" for me?", I asked her.

"Certainly, sir" she answered. "When would you like it?"

"I'm easy, got more time, than I have money. But very little of each. You name the time, and date", I replied.

"Let's see, now, how, hmmm, how about May 12th, at 11:00 am?, she said.

"We got a date, I'll be here". And I bid her a fond adieu.

It's a good thing we have over a year to complete this task. At the speed we're moving it may take us longer,

We're on course, though, not to worry. We will break ground after Memorial Day.

I returned the presentation photo to the Town Hall, and told Lois, "I"ll be back, I'm like a bad penny, I keep showing up". With that I headed for my stroll around my favorite store, WAL MART. I moseyed along at my slow, but steady pace, and walked for an hour and forty-five minutes.

In my travels I came across some scrap books, and stopped to look them over. I recalled that I have quite a few news article that I had written, and they were laying around the house. I also thought that we should have some kind of public relation record on our Memorial Project. I found one scrapbook, that would fit my needs. It had 100 pages, with sheet protectors, and was 12"X12" square. "That should do the trick", I said to myself.

They don't come cheap, though. It cost me close to $40.00. But hell, it's only money. I can't take it with me when I leave this world.

I arrived back home at 1200 hours. I had been gone all morning long. I was going to take Frisco out to lunch, but she wasn't feeling well. Her stomach was upset. She gave me a cup of chicken noodle soup and a sandwich. All she had was a cup of the soup.

I sat down and started organizing my news articles by date, and decided that I am going to have to get another scrapbook to record our progress on the War Memorial. That will keep me busy, and out of mischief.

At 1400 hours I decided I had enough of that project. I sat down at the computer to play some solitary, It didn't last long as my eye lids kept closing and my head would drop down. Frisco mentioned that she wanted me to get some gas for the lawn mower. I told her I can't keep my eyes open and she ordered me to take my nap and get the gas after supper.

I took her advise, she knows best. The phone rang about 1640 hours and it was for me. The editor of the Syracuse Post Standard informed me that he had the article I had written concerning the Town of Lenox World War II Memorial. He said that he was going to publish it in next Thursday's edition and wanted to set up an appointment to have my picture taken. The photographer and I will meet at Clark Park, where the memorial will be built, and have the picture taken there. I took the liberty of inviting our Town Supervisor, "Rocky" DeVeronica, to be present for the photo shot.

Anybody want my autograph, as yet???

This will another shot in the arm. We need all the PR we can get.

After supper, I ran over and got the gas for the lawn mower. It's the very least I can do for Frisco. It takes her about 2 hours to mow the lawn. We don't have a riding mower anymore, so she must do it the old fashion way. It hurts me when I see her doing what I should be doing. I am not capable of that type of work anymore. She is younger than I am, and a lot tougher. She just came in and is ready to shower down and enjoy a movie. I guess we're going to watch "Michael". I think it's a story about an angel.

Tomorrow is the day I should receive a call from the sculptor I have been talking about of late. I'm on pins and needles, just hoping that things will begin to come our way. We are definitely making progress, but we need that professional help, that can only come from a man of this caliber.

Well my good friends, I am going to call it a night, and wish you all the very best in life. Keep the Faith -- Pray for Peace. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-05T21:40:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-4.html#unique-entry-id-22 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-4.html#unique-entry-id-22 A rather busy day today. I had a meeting scheduled this morning, and once again I `woke up early, and my confounded brain kicked into gear. Before I knew it I was out of bed, and playing with the computer.

Yesterday Frisco and I did our regular grocery shopping over at Wal Mart. I dropped her off, and went and got my weekly allotment of gasoline. i returned to Wal Mart and took my stroll around the store for an hour and half.

It was 1145 hours when we left the parking lot, and I decided then and there that I would treat my lovely bride to a luncheon date. We went over to the local dinner, and we each had a cup of soap and a sandwich. While we were there I asked Anne, the owner, if she had any gallon jars she could let me have. She came out with 2 of them and said, "Will these fit your needs?"

"Perfect." I said.

"What are you going to use them for?", she asked .

I brought up the subject about the War Memorial, and told her I would like about a dozen of them. "I want to place them in the local restaurants and grocery stores, if there was no objection from the owners, for customers to drop donations in", I told her.

"You can bring one in here, Jack, I'll be glad to help you." she replied. "I'll have some more in a few days, I told the cooks to save them for you."

How nice of her. When you ask for help, you get it.

I got to thinking about having the sketch of the memorial, that appears on my web page, reduced to 4"x 6" in size, and added the following to the top and bottom of it. The words are centered on the page.

TOWN OF LENOX
WORLD WAR II
MEMORIAL


OUR NATION'S
GREATEST GENERATION
HELP US HONOR THEM

In the space between, I placed the sketch of the Memorial. I am going to wrap, my art work around the outside of these gallon jars, so the patrons can see what they are donating to. Like I mentioned in one of my previous posts, the size of the donation is immaterial, it all adds up to one large sum at the end of the day.

When my bride and I arrived home I excused myself and drove over to the superintendent's office of the School District. He was tied up in conference, but I did have the opportunity to speak to his office manager. I introduced myself, and explained my mission.

"I'm on a recruiting drive," I told her.

"Recruiting Drive?" she questioned.

"Yes, I want to recruit the entire student body, from the kindergarten kids up to, and including, the senior class."

I explained to her that, in my opinion, this would be an outstanding way for the children to get involved in a large scale community service effort. A great number of these student's fathers, grandfathers, and uncles served in the Second World War. I mentioned that on September 2 of this year our nation will be celebrating the 60th anniversary of the end of World War II, and that the names their relatives will be forever memorialized on this beautiful memorial.

They have a whole year to organize any kind of a fund raiser they choose. Car Washes would donate their facilities to them for a Saturday Car Wash. They can form teams, and collect the deposit for bottles, and cans, throughout their neighborhoods. The kindergarten children can collect and save their pennies. All that I am asking is for the teachers to supervise the handling of the funds the children generate.

It would be a tremendous community service project for them. They will be honoring members of their families who fought and served in World War II.

She thought the idea was a good one and would pass it on to the Superintendent. She said that they are having a staff meeting Thursday, tomorrow night, and he would more than likely discuss it with his staff.

I am not taking any chances, I am going to his office in the morning, and sit until I get an audience with him.

I don't give up easy.

I received some good news this morning at the meeting I attended. The young sculptor I have been telling you about has promised to call me this Friday to set up a meeting. Lois, his Aunt, and our treasurer, told me he was at the Air Force Academy working on a memorial of some sort. He would be back Friday, and he will definitely contact me.

He made my day, we are very anxious to break ground on this project right after Memorial Day. We would like to have him drop in and get his perspective on where to place this memorial in Clark Park. Of course, we'll have other questions for him, and I'm hoping and praying that we will be able to contract with him for the job. I ask everyone to join me in my high hopes.

So, as you can see, there is never a dull moment in the life of Sailor Jack. I manage to keep myself busy, but there are times I feel that I may be annoying to people. If I am, I would appreciate them telling me, as that is the last thing in life that I want to be. A busy body - that annoys people.

That's all for tonight folks. Life is good, isn't it? Keep the Faith - Pray for Peace. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-04T20:51:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-4.html#unique-entry-id-21 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-4.html#unique-entry-id-21 It's hard to believe that May has arrived. Now that it is here, I'm looking forward to some nice warm weather. I hope that today is no example of what the rest of the month will be like. It's cold and damp. The weather man just predicted that the temperature would be 48 degrees tomorrow with a chance of showers. There may be some snow flurries in the higher elevations.

I gave Frisco a lift over to the Nazarene Church, this afternoon, where the Red Cross was conducting a Blood Drive. She gives blood regularly. I don't know if they will take my blood being that I am diabetic. My bride tells me that they won't accept your blood, if you have ever received a blood transfusion, or if you are diabetic. I meet both criteria for being turned away. I sat there anyway today, giving moral support to all the donors. It is a very kind gesture on their part, giving blood to those in dire deed of it.

Yesterday afternoon I held a meeting with the memorial committee. I brought them up to date on what was transpiring. They are all anxious to break ground on this project. We will accomplish the ground breaking immediately after Memorial Day.

One of the committee members found a copy of "Toot", the high school year book, for the class of '42. Listed in it were the names of classmates that were serving in the armed forces. He photocopied it for me, and I found 15 names that were missing from our list, that had to be recorded for engraving on the monument.

I stopped in this morning, after I finished up at the "Y" and my walk around Wal Mart, to see Lois Brown, our treasurer. I like to touch base with her to see if I am missing out on anything. I am a regular little busy body. She informed me that donations are still coming in, and that the meeting Wednesday morning with the Mayor and Town Supervisor has been rescheduled for 0900 hours.

I had her, and her sister, Nancy, read a "Letter to the Editor" that I plan on publishing in all the local papers. In the letter was the new criteria for having names added to the list of those who served. They were pleased to see that the school district boundaries are the guide lines that we're using, vise the Town boundary line. They were also pleased to see that individuals that lived within those boundaries prior to September 2, 1955, and have made this area their primary residence since that date, are also eligible to have their names listed.

They were pleased because now their father's name will be added to the monument. Their father was our local veterinary doctor for many, many years. Doc Henry has since passed away, but will forever be remembered in our community for his service.

So the list grows, donations are arriving every day, and with a great deal of pride, and confidence in our community, I predict that we will succeed!

Other than that, not much is really going on. I see my health provider the latter part of this month, and I am anxious to see if I have lost any weight. I may be just shifting it around. I know that my waist line is smaller, and I feel like I have more energy than before, but only time will tell if I am making headway on my weight. I sure hope so. If I'm not, it's not because I am not trying. I only eat what my darling puts on my plate.

Mother always told me, "Clean up your plate, there are children in the world starving!"

On my stroll this morning around Wal Mart I came across a display of American flags. Memorial Day is closing in on us, and a lot of people will be looking for new flags. I decided then and there, to purchase one. I surprised all the employees as I walked around proudly, with something in my cart.

The clerk in the shoe department said, "You mean to tell me you broke down and bought something?"

"The last of the Big Spenders," I replied. "I needed a new flag".

I even stopped at the Greeting Card, aisle and picked up a humorous "Get Well" card for my youngest son, Eric. The poor guy sure has his troubles lately. He lives in Toney, Alabama, near Huntsville. He has had trouble sleeping for a long while. He has been battling the VA as he believes his troubles has something to do with his service in the first war against Iraq. He was a member of the 101st Air Assault Division, the famous "Screaming Eagles. He battled the VA for a long time, and they finally increased his service connected disability to 40%.

He works for a company that contracts it's work from NASA. He has been with them 8 or 9 years, and just received a nice promotion for his work. At any rate, he had his 4 wisdom teeth extracted this past week, and he is in misery. His Mother and I thought we would cheer him up with a greeting card. Get Well, pal, we love you.

Well, this big spender is going to call it a night, and sit down and enjoy the company of my beautiful bride. Until tomorrow, God Bless, Pray for Peace, Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-05-02T13:48:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-20 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-20 "Don't know why, there's no sun up in the sky, stormy weather, since my gal and I ain't together, keeps raining all the time, the time. Keeps raining all the time." Remember that old song?

Well, I woke up this morning before 0700 and said to myself, "Rain before 7, quits before 11." That's what the old adage says, but don't believe it. It's been raining all day, into the night. I'm ready to build an Arc.

I did my Saturday routine for 2 hours and 15 minutes. I won't bore you with the details but when I returned home, I called to Frisco as I came through the door, "Don't pay the ransom Honey, I escaped."

"I was about to send out a posse for you", she answered.

She was anxiously awaiting my return, as she was getting hungry and if I didn't show up soon, I would have to fend for myself. Good thing I got back when I did, as I am not to hot at fixing anything. As it was she prepared a nice tuna fish salad sandwich for me.

I sat down and worked on the computer for a short while on some additional names that had to be added to our list of WWII veterans that will be engraved on our War Memorial. A woman called on the phone, and asked if I remembered her. She said she use to work at a local Real Estate Company and I sold office supplies to them.

I inquired, "What's your first name again?"

"Cookie" she answered.

"Oh, yea, I remember you, how have you been?' I said.

"Great," she replied

"What can I do for you, Cookie?"

She told me that she went to the library to check if her 3 brothers names were on the list of World War II veterans that was going to have their names on the memorial. She said that they were, but she would like to have their middle initials added to them.

I told her that it was no problem, I would be more than glad to make the change. I also mentioned, off handedly, that the cost of this project is big, and we're hoping that the families of those whose names are going on it, will see fit to send us a donation to help the cause.

She mentioned that she, and her sister, will both send in a donation honoring 2 of their brothers, and she would get her sister-law to give a donation in honor of her husband, who's the 3rd brother.

"That's great," I told her, "We sure will appreciate it."

As I have said so many times, people will respond if the cause is a worthy one.

After she hung up I called all the members of our committee, and informed them that I am holding a meeting tomorrow afternoon at 1300 hours. It has been 2 weeks since we last met and I don't want to call a meeting next Sunday, as it's Mothers Day. I want to keep them focused on the project, and also inform them what has transpired since our last meeting.

When I finished calling everyone, Frisco put on a movie on our DVD entitled, "Gettysburg". It's a 4 hour movie, we managed to watch 2 hours of it and then we had to "pause" it, so that we could go to church. After church I took her to dinner, and then we came home and watched the end of he movie.

That's when I realized that I hadn't wrote a line on my web site. So here I am singing the blues.

"Can't go on, everything I have is gone, stormy weather, since my gal and I ain't together, keeps raining all the time."

"Since she went away, the blues walked in and got me. Since she went away, old rock'en chairs got me. All I do is pray, the Lord above will let me walk in the sun once more. I can't go on, everything I have is gone, stormy weather, since my gal and I ain't together, keeps raining all the time."

Is everyone following the bouncing ball??

The time is now 2130, and my bride wants to know if I am through singing. I guess she's hinting that it's her turn at the computer. If she don't get her solitaire time in, she may go into withdrawal .

It's been nice spending time with all of you. Please don't be concerned about me, I have a full sea bag.

Bye for now - God Bless all, Pray for Peace, and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-30T21:30:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-19 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-19 Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Lorraine, happy birthday to you. Although a few years have passed by in your lifetime, you are still Daddy's little girl. God Bless you sweetheart, I love you.

Lorraine, my daughter, is the oldest of the 3 girls my wife, Frisco and I have had the joy and pleasure of raising. I won't say how old she is, for fearing she might prefer to keep that a secret. She is 2 years younger than Commander Dave. So figure it out, you will be close.

My day commenced at 0800 hours this morning. On the days I go to the "Y", all I get is a small bowl of cereal, along with a hard boiled egg for my breakfast. I prefer it that way, as I don't care to have too much food before I begin my exercise routine. I spent an hour and fifteen minutes at the "Y", and another hour and a half strolling the decks over at the local Wal Mart.

I managed to get in a total 2 hours and 45 minutes of exercise. Good strenuous exercise. I increased my bike ride by an additional 5 minutes. That fool computer, on the bike, said I had traveled 16.5 miles, and burnt up 606 calories in 35 minutes. I did my usual leg curls on 2 different machines, and also worked on my abdominal muscles using 2 different devices. At this moment my legs feel weary, but I have that inner feeling of satisfaction.

On Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays, I get a pretty good breakfast. The bride treats me to a hearty meal of just about anything I wish to order. I still exercise on those days, but all I do is walk. I may walk 2, to 2 and a half hours, all depends on how I feel. I sure wish my legs were sturdy enough to allow me to march in our Memorial Day Parade. But as luck would have it, I still walk like a drunken sailor -- and I have not had a beer in over 7 years. I don't even get to smell the empty wine bottle anymore - or the bar rag for that matter.

I was a terror in my younger days. If I knew I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself. But like everybody else, I learned the hard way. Life just isn't that simple. You would think it would be, but it's not. You learn as you go, and by the time you reach my age you're finally smart enough to use the common sense, the Good Lord instilled in all of us.

Some people will always take the most difficult road to solving a problem. They look for problems where there is no problem. They are not happy with a simple, common sense solution. They have to complicate the solution. To each his own - I like the KISS method, Keep It Simple, Stupid!

Friday night -- tonight's the night I take my lovely bride out for our weekly fish dinner. We will be going over to the local diner that just reopened the first part of the month. It had been closed for over a year, and we really enjoyed going there. The food was good, the prices reasonable, and the customers were very neighborly. The fellow who owned it, had a few other diners, and decided to close the one in our village.

One of the former waitress's bought the diner. She, and her husband, redecorated the inside, gave it a new name, "Anne Marie's Family Restaurant", and rehired several former employees. Everyone was happy to see it reopen. She seems to be doing real well.

Frisco and I go there maybe 2 or 3 times a week. Some days we go for lunch and other days we have our dinner there. As I mentioned the prices are very reasonable, the food is delicious, and their desserts are outstanding. Ask Frisco. I must not forget to mention that they offer a 10% Senior Citizen discount to all us old fuddy duddies. Not all restaurants do that.

I just mentioned to Frisco that we had better get over there early tonight, if we want to get our regular booth. Us old timers all seem to eat at the same time. For the past 2 weeks when we went there for diner we had to sit in the dining room in the back. All the booths were taken up. It seems everyone, that is, us oldies, like to eat at 1700 hours. The past 2 weeks we had to sit in the dining room. We'll make it there by 1630 tonight. I'll let you know if we are any luckier this week after we return home from dinner.

It is now 1740 hours and me darling and I have just returned from the diner. My plan didn't work, it was standing room only. I guess we're going to have to eat later in the evening, after all those old folks have their fill, and leave.

It didn't take long, though, before we had a booth. I like to sit in a booth as opposed to a dinning room, with table and chairs. Frisco had a Fish Sandwich special that included french fries, and cabbage salad. For dessert, she had bread pudding with a heap of whipped cream on top.

I ordered a bowl of New England Clam Chowder, a deep fried, fresh haddock dinner, with home fries and cottage cheese. The size of the fish was more than I could eat. I am not one for desserts, so I just politely waited for Fran to finish her pudding. The total cost of this fine dinner for two was $21.09, that included 4 cups of coffee. Not bad, not bad at all.

My nurse just reminded me that I had not taken my medications, so I'll call this a day.

Once again, to Lorraine, my darling daughter, Happy Birthday to Daddy's little girl.

God Bless all -- Keep the Faith -- Pray for Peace. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-29T20:52:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-17 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-17 Had a good night's rest for a change, and I felt pretty good when I awoke this morning. Frisco had prepared a good breakfast for me. Two eggs, over easy, 3 small pancakes, and 3 slices of crispy bacon, with a steaming cup of hot coffee.

It brought to mind that old cowboy song: "To smell the bacon frying, as it sizzles in the pan. To hear the breakfast horn in the early morn, drinking coffee from a can. Just a reading, riding, roping - all a day long. Just a reading, riding, roping - singing a cowboy's song......." I forgot the rest of it. Oh, well, you get the drift of what I'm talking about. It was a great way to start the morning.

After perusing the morning paper, I headed off to Wal Mart to get my daily walk in. On the way home, I stopped off at the Town office's to have a chat with Lois. She informed me that we had received more donations, and that there was a note included in one of them. She thought I might like to have it.

I was very touched by the note. It read: "Jack Rogers column in Friday's Dispatch was great. Yes, we surely all owe so very much to each and every veteran that served, putting their lives on the line for all. Jack Rogers was, and is, a great example of the many. Thank you -- Sincerely,
/s/ Mrs John Debrucque"

Sort of makes it worth while, doesn't it?

I am still waiting to hear from the sculptor I mentioned a short time back. His two aunt's assure me that he will be contacting me soon. It's just that I am so thrilled at thinking of perhaps having this heavy burden taken off my shoulders, by having a professional sculptor show us the way. I'm sure that once we have a commitment from him, and I am able to publicly announce his involvement, donations will increase ten fold.

In the meantime, my job is to keep the committee focused on the project. Right now, fund raising is foremost in my mind. We must start getting ready to form teams to canvas shopping areas soliciting funds. We must also come up with various ideas for raising funds. I am going to call a meeting for this Sunday afternoon to get things moving.

Hopefully we will be able to break ground shortly after Memorial Day, and by that time I hope to have some definite idea as to whether or not we will be fortunate enough to hire this young sculptor I have been talking about.

How can people say they are bored with life? There are so many things to hitch your wagon to. There is no excuse for being bored. If you are looking for something to do, look about you. There are many projects and organizations that can, perhaps, use your particular talent. If not, start your own project, get involved! Have people come to you! You'll be surprised how your spirits will be lifted. Activity is the name of the game. Start today to become more active.

I better get off my soap box. I have a tendency to spout off on my vast experiences. For whatever good they are. Then again, I just like to talk and try to make sense about life.

One thing I do know . I was put on this earth for a reason. Whatever reason it was, I don't know. Maybe it has come and gone, then again maybe, just maybe, I might be on my last hurrah. Whatever the case, I'll give it my best. That's all anyone can ask in life. Do your very best.

Time to close the curtain on this chapter of a day in the life of Sailor Jack.

Keep the Faith, good friends, God Bless, Pray for Peace. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-28T21:45:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-16 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-16 It's raining, it's cold - blah - it's typical CNY weather. Nothing much going on today. I came home from my daily AM routine at 1200 hours, picked up Frisco at the Legion home, where she had her group of quilters meeting. She prepared a chicken salad sandwich for me, and I sat down and played a little solitaire on the computer until I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer. That was around 1430 hours. Frisco was entertaining one of her quilter friends that arrived about 3 hours late for the commencement of their meeting.

She called Fran to see if she missed anything important, and Frisco, being the kind soul she is, invited her to stop by to bring her up to date. The soap opera's were on, as my bride enjoys watching them. When I laid down to take my nap, "The Young and Restless" was about to end. I fell asleep and slept for an hour. Woke up, got a glass of water and the lady friend was still here. I threw my pillow to the other end of the couch and shifted my napping position.

I fell back to sleep and slept another hour. When I awoke this time, her friend had departed and the house was quiet. It was now 1630 hours, Frisco was entertaining herself in her quilt room. I was cold, so I grabbed my Navy comforter, that the kids gave to me, cuddled up on the couch once more.

I had the strangest dream this trip. I dreamt that I was asleep on the couch, and "Stephanie" the good looking gray haired woman, on "The Young and Restless" told me to sit up. I did as she told me. She sat down beside me, and placed my head on her shoulder, and began petting me on my head. I was so comfortable, when my bride called out, "Supper is on the table. Come and get it." It was now 1700 hours, she awoke me from a beautiful dream.

My body must have been really tried. Maybe it's the weather, I don't know. After dinner I started to play solitaire again but I got chilled to the bone. I grabbed a sweater and put it on. I feel much more comfortable now. I then opened my web log and began typing all this gibberish, or whatever it is that I am talking about. It don't take much to amuse me.

On Monday's, Wednesday's and Friday's I really get a work out for a guy in his late, late 70s. Over two and a half hours of strenuous exercise. I sure hope that it pays off. I'll know the latter part of May when I go to see my health provider at the VA. I am following her orders to a "T". Only time will tell if it has been beneficial for me. I give myself a Navy "E" for my efforts.

The night before last I had a terrible evening sleeping. Both of my ankles froze up on me. My toes were pointing straight forward and I could not bring my ankles back to their normal position. The pain was terrible, and I called out for Fran to come to my aid. It took about 10 to 15 minutes for me to become mobile again. This is the second time it has occurred to me. The last time I mentioned it to my health provider, she scuffed it off as arthritis.

"You're not as young as you use to be, Jack," she told me, "these are the pains of growing old".

"Oh, I forgot, these are the 'Golden Years' I heard so much about," I answered.

She just smiled and said, "No, not quite, just arthritis."

I'm thankful I have a loving wife who gives me all the comfort I need. She understands my problems, treats them with tenderness and compassion, and is always at my side.

I may have told you this before, but it's worth repeating. Back in '95 when I had that dreaded, "flesh eating disease", she was at my bedside every day for 48 days. She would come to the hospital early in the morning, and leave just before sunset.

While I was there, I was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. She remained at my side for 4 days and nights sleeping at the foot of my bed.

Through it all, thick and thin, she is always there for me.

Excuse me, I have a few tears running down my cheeks. Frisco Fran, my best friend, my soul mate, my wife. I love her so.

My mind is clocking out on me. I can't concentrate on any particular subject. Maybe my health provider is right, it's the aging process. I must be getting old.

Good night my good friends, God Bless, Pray for Peace, Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-27T20:37:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-15 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-3.html#unique-entry-id-15 Ahoy mates, sorry for having missed you the past couple days. On Sunday we headed east to Saratoga Springs to enjoy a family get together at our daughter, Lorraine's home. Five of our children were there, and 7 of our grandchildren. We all showed up to celebrate our grandson, Rob's, birthday. He is so proud, he finally reached the 2 figure mark, he's 10 years old.

While we were there we finally got everyone to pick out the pictures they wanted from the proofs the photographer provided. Commander Dave has been patiently waiting for us to select them as he wants to place one order for everyone that wants a picture. At any rate he has the information he needs.

On Saturday afternoon I made a surprise visit to our American Legion Post Home, and had a short visit with the sculptor I mentioned that was interested in our War Memorial Project. He was attending a birthday party for his grandfather, who is in his 90's, so I didn't want to interrupt the festivities for any length of time.

He will be contacting me this week to set up an appointment, to discus the project. He was born in Oneida, NY, but was raised in Canastota. He informed me that he is interested in our project. He wants to do something for his "hometown". To me, he is a God send. This young man is a noted sculptor who has done some marvelous work, including the eagles, the stars, the wreaths and numerous other features on the World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C.

As soon as I have positive confirmation that he is on board with us in our endeavor to memorialize our area's World War II veterans, I will announce to the world, that our project will be a top notch success.

As I have told you many times, Faith is what sustains me. It is a living particle embedded deep within me. Faith, once more, has answered my plea for help.

We're a small group of veterans, with no experience in monument building, taking on a monumental task.

Can we do it? Can it be accomplished? Can we raise $100,000 in donations?

There is but one way to do it. Through Faith. Faith in ourselves, and Faith in our community,

I asked Lois Brown, our Town Supervisor's secretary, to take on the responsibility of receiving donations for the project. She accepted the position as our treasurer, and little did we know that she, and her sister, were the answer to our main question. CAN IT BE DONE????

One day, out of the blue, she and her sister, Nancy Pulverenti, also a secretary in the Town offices, told me of their nephew who is a sculptor, and who worked on the National World War II Monument in Washington, D.C. They had a private viewing of the memorial for family members of those who contributed in the construction of that Memorial, and their nephew invited them to attend.

They informed him of our endeavors, and showed him the artist's drawing of our memorial. They were wondering if he would sculptor the Eagle that will adorn the top of our memorial. He was immediately interested, and indicated he would like to do something for his "hometown".

We are now anxiously awaiting an audience with him. He has already told me he has no objection if I invoke his good name in future press releases.

That alone will be a very valuable asset. People's eyes will be opened, they will want to hear more of what's going on. Believe me, donations will be increased. People will be saying, "This is first class stuff. We're getting our money's worth."

The input that we receive from this gentleman will be invaluable. We could never begin to pay a man of this caliber.

What would you call it? Call it what you want. I call it, a God send!!!

Two beautiful angels, that by coincidence work in the Town offices, who off handedly mentioned to me, that they have a nephew that's a sculptor. Thank you, Lord.

With that summation, Ladies and Gentlemen, I rest my case.

Good night - God Bless, Pray for Peace and above all, Keep the Faith. ---Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-26T21:32:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-14 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-14 The following is an article I wrote for the Oneida Daily Dispatch, it was published April 22, 2005. They were nice enough to allow me a Guest Column on their Editorial Page. In a sense, it was their editorial for the day. They had titled it; "HELP US TO HONOR THOSE WHO SERVED". That was the only change they made. I had entitled it:

"BECAUSE OF THEM -- OUR NATION LIVES"

On September 2, 2005 our nation will be celebrating the 60th Anniversary of the unconditional surrender of the Empire of Japan. With that surrender World War II was officially over.

At that time, there were over 12 million men and women serving in the armed forces of our country . Because of their service, freedom rings.

Time has a way of getting away on us. It is hard for me to believe that I am looking back at well over a half century, when, as a young sailor 18 years of age, I took part in a celebration that ended history's most costly war -- World War II.

In a short span of 18 months, I went from a teenager, to a battle hardened sailor, that saw military action in two major invasions.

At Okinawa we fought an enemy that did not know the meaning of the word "surrender". The enemy kept coming, day after day, night after night, hundreds of them. Back in those days we lived at our battle stations.

This particular style of warfare was a last ditch fight to the death by the Japanese Air Force. The Japanese referred to them as kamikaze planes, (Divine Wind). We knew them as suicide planes.

The battle for Okinawa lasted over 4 months. The Navy lost 36 ships, 5000 American sailors were killed in action, another 10,000 were wounded. In the annals of naval history we are known as, "The Fleet That Came To Stay".

Although I am very proud of serving in that great Fleet, I don't like to dwell on those days of my youth. Some things in life are best forgotten.

When the war ended I came home for awhile, but I guess civilian life wasn't in my blood. I reenlisted in the Navy, and spent the next 22 years of my life in service to our country.

My generation is slowly slipping away. World War II veterans are dying at the rate of well over 1100 each day of the year.

Here in Canastota, and the Town of Lenox a group a group of veterans, members of both the American Legion and the Veterans of Foreign Wars, have accepted a challenge given us by Rocco DiVeronica, Supervisor of the Town of Lenox.

"Rocky" had in his procession a Book of Remembrance for the years 1941 - 1945 covering events that took place in the Village of Canastota and the Town of Lenox during those years.

In that book was a picture of a memorial dedicated to over 700 men and women who answered their country's Call to Arms in World War II. The names of those veterans were also published with the picture.

The memorial was, I understand, made of wood, and over the years it deteriorated and was torn down and destroyed.

DiVeronica often thought how nice it would be to once again resurrect a replica of that memorial. He approached me last summer, and asked if I would form, and chair, a committee to ascertain if we could take on the task.

I fell honored that he asked, and gladly accepted his invitation to form such a committee. A team of veterans volunteered their services, and among them were Robert Clarke, a Vietnam era veteran from Canastota, who's expertise in in graphic arts, and Farrell Miller, a Korean War Veteran, who is very adept to site arranging and layouts.

Bob Clarke is a Associate Professor at Mohawk Community College, and a Adjunct Instructor at Syracuse University where he teaches graphic arts. I asked if they would take a look at the photo of the original memorial, and come up with their concept of what would enhance Clark Memorial Park, and show respect to those who fought and served so valiantly in the armed forces of our country during World War II.

We got together and gave a presentation of our plan to both the Town and Village boards. They were very impress with our ideas, and whole heartily endorsed the committee's concept for the memorial.

We have estimated that the cost of this endeavor would be $100,000. We need the assistance and support of the entire community to make this memorial become a reality.

Letters have been mailed to local businesses requesting donations for this cause. We have also requested funds from our State and Federal representatives. I am proud, and pleased to announce that we have been approved for a $25,000 grant from the State of New York for this project.

I now call the entire community, and our neighboring towns and villages to assist us in achieving our goal by making a donation, payable to:
"The Town of Lenox Veterans Fund", and mailing it to: The Town of Lenox, Municipal Building, Peterborto Street, Canastota, NY 13032
ATTN: Lois Brown.

This is a tax deductible donation. It is important that you make a note on the memo line of your check that it is a donation to "Town of Lenox War Memorial.".

All the names of veterans that served in World War II, who's name will be listed on the memorial can be found on my web site:

http//:homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack

Information concerning the criteria for having a name added to the memorial can also be found on my web site.

You can also check at the Canastota Library to see if your name is already recorded. If it is , check for the correct spelling of your name. That is the way it will appear on the monument.

It is not only fitting that we pay tribute to those who died in that war, but also to those who survived, and are still with us.

Won't you please help us in honoring the nation's "Greatest Generation", our World War II Veterans.

Our nation lives today, because of them. -30-

You have now had the privilege of perusing an article of mine. I don't do them very often, but the local media are very cooperative when I call upon them. Thanks for taking the time to read about this worthy cause. Talk to you soon. God Bless, Pray for Peace and Keep the Faith --- Sailor Jack]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-23T20:35:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-13 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-13 I was awakened at 0500 this morning by that lady friend of mine, Mother Nature. Being the kind of fellow I am, I answered her call. I am a gentleman though, I always answer when she calls. The problem being is that I could not get back to sleep. My mind kicked into gear, and was racing at 80 mph. My thoughts revved up my mind, and ideas were flashing hither and yon.

I had all I could stand, I could stand no more. I hit the deck at 0629, and made a beeline for my trusty friend, my computer. I e-mailed Commander Dave requesting his valuable assistance in investigating a project I think would enhance our War Memorial. I asked him to give me a call on i Chat when he has time this evening so we can discus it.

My mind was playing games, other projects wiggled their way into my thoughts. "Ah, Ah," I said to myself, "That's it. I know how I can get the $100,000 for the monument".

I mauled it through my mind once more, and decided it was worth a try. When it comes to raising money there are times you have to sell a bill of goods to get the money. I got to thinking, if I made a plea to all the families that have loved ones, listed on the memorial, to donate $100.00 each to this cause it would be the best buy in a lifetime for them.

I will inform them that this memorial, that bears the name of their loved one, will have a life expectance of over 100 years. Every night, for over 100 years, lights will shine upon the names of their loved ones. Their names will be memorialized forever on this beautiful monument.

The cost for this tribute, $100.00 payable in advance. Just think, that's only $1.00 per year for the next 100 years. To have your loved one's name up in lights. What a buy!!!!

What do you think, my friends, is it worth a try? Shall I attempt it? There are over 700 names that will be memorialized on this beautiful monument. If each family would write a 'TAX DEDUCTIBLE" check for $100.00, it would generate $70,000.00.

The last time I went to school, 700 x 100 equals 70,000.

I think I'll sit on this for a few weeks, my mind might be playing games with me. Life can't be that simple. Getting money out of people is like having teeth pulled. People just don't want to do it..

At any rate I left the house at 0720 and headed for the "Y". I exercised for an hour and then headed back to Canastota to see the treasurer of our Veterans Memorial Fund. Her nephew is a noted sculpture that worked on the WWII War Memorial in Washington D.C. He heard about our endeavors and offered to meet with us this week end. He wants to meet with the artist, the layout and site man and myself. The Town Supervisor will be in attendance as well. He mentioned to his Aunt that he might be interested in overseeing the construction of the monument itself.

Just having his name added as a consultant on this project is a marvelous opportunity for us. We could not afford to pay an individual of his caliber in a lifetime. I spoke with our treasurer this morning, and she will call me as soon as she has a chance to see him and firm up an appointment over the week end.

Happy Days. He already has informed her that we shouldn't be thinking about granite as the cost is too prohibited. He mentioned to her that there are other materials available that are just as good, if not better, than granite. He's got my ear, he's got my ear -- that's what I want to here.

I'll keep you informed. His name is being kept under wraps until such time when he'll allow us to publish it. I do know that I'll be forever grateful for his input into our project.

I wrote a guest column for the Oneida Daily Dispatch and it was published in this morning's paper. It appears on the Editorial Page, and I am indeed indebted to them for allowing me to have my own by-line.

I may publish it in my web site tomorrow, to give you a better perspective of my journalistic talents. What little I have.

I'm a fella that uses simple words. I don't process a large vocabulary. I am not a very good speller, either, I know what a word means, but I can't spell it.
So I take the easy route, and use simple Simon words.

My sister, Isabel though, won a State Spelling Bee. She is the talented one, and I love her very dearly. If it wasn't for her, my Mother God love her, would have never signed the papers allowing me to go off to war at age 17. Isabel knew how determined I was to join the Navy. She caught me praying one night asking the Lord to help me make my Mother understand my feelings. When my Mother read a poem I wrote entitled, "Why Wars Are Fought," she relented and signed the papers.

Isabel is now 85 years of age, and is in poor health. She is confined to a wheel chair and her weight is down to 104 pounds. She has lost most of her hearing and subsists on baby foods. She resides in Spokan Valley, Washington with her husband, Ray and grandson, Matt. Her daughter Cheryl and her husband, Roger, look after them. I call Cheryl once a week at her Mom's home to check on her well being.

Cheryl tells me her spirits are high, and the two of them go to bingo games 3 days a week. They both love and enjoy Bingo. The last time I spoke with Cheryl, she told me that it is her Mother's Faith, that keeps her going. I told her that I can understand that, as I too, have that same Faith. Our Mother instilled that Faith, within us, when we were children. If you are weary, sick , or ever in danger, turn to God. He'll never leave your side, she would tell us.. Amen, I say to that.

Wow, I just glanced up at the time. It is now 1521. I have to get a nap in, or I'll be hitting the sack before 2000 hours.

Adios my friends, God Bless - Pray for Peace - by all means, Keep the Faith. --Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-22T15:21:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-12 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-12 I am still having difficulties finding this particular space, on my computer, where I download my mind on the happenings of the day. It takes time, but I eventually find what I am looking for, and I say to the little rascal, "Where in the dickens do you hide? I can hear you laughing at me and saying, 'I"m down here, I'm down here".

All of a sudden a light flashes on, a bell rings, and I glance down at the bottom of the contents page, and there sets a little "+" sign, "I told you I was here", he says, sarcastically". I punch the little "+" sign and out jumps my entry box, with a date already posted, and it's joins the conversation saying, "

"Where have you been? I have been waiting for you long while. Did you oversleep napping?"

"No", I said sheepishly, "My retention powers aren't the way they use to be. It takes me a long while to adjust and I had a very difficult time finding you".

Me and this computer have some interesting conversations at times. Most of the times it just sits quietly, and laughs at me, as I attempt different things to wiggle my way through the situation. When all fails I send out a "May Day" call to Commander Dave, he'll come to my rescue.

Well, so far I have managed to say a lot about nothing. Do you really think I talk to this computer. You damn right I do, If I were a betting man, I'd bet that everybody talks to these confounded things. They sure have made life interesting.

I just woke up from my nap a few minutes ago and my darling, Frisco Fran, is out in the galley preparing a small rotisserie chicken for our supper.

I had to go into the galley to see if the chicken was still in it's container. I didn't know how to spell "rotisserie", but it didn't appear on the packaging either. I went back to the computer and my bride heard me quietly cussing, and came out and found it in the dictionary for me. I have more darn trouble trying to spell words.

I know that the computer has Spell Check, but the only program I seem to be able to work it in, is my AppleWorks. That's why I was hunting for that "30,000 Word Book" I mentioned awhile back.

I am not too bright in the daylight hours, I went to night school.

The temperatures were beautiful this morning, in the high 70's, but at this hour, 1700, they are beginning to drop, clouds are gathering and we're beginning to get some rain. April Showers bring May Flowers.

Tomorrow the weather will be in the 50's, and they are predicting some snow flurries over the week end. Ah, good old Central New York. If you don't like the weather, stick around a few minutes, it'll change.

I may have some good news in the very near future concerning our project on the World War II Memorial. I don't dare tell you what it is , as nothing has really been firmed up, as yet. We will be receiving some very valuable input from a professional source. That's exactly what we need. Someone who can steer us in the right direction. I'll keep you informed as to our progress as things develop. Stay tuned.

Soup's on -- Frisco just sounded Chow Call. Be back with you in a few minutes.

That didn't take long - terrific meal. She is a wonderful cook, I think I'll keep her.

I just received a phone call concerning Memorial Day. I had completely forgot that there is a meeting tonight, at the Legion, to receive progress reports from those working on our Memorial Day plans. The meeting is at 1900 hours, so I have about 30 minutes to get over there. Not to worry, it only takes me a minute to drive over, as we live exactly one half mile from there.

Be back soon, it should only take a few minutes. Just have to make sure that everyone is doing their job. If everyone cooperates, things go smoothly.

Back for the 2000 hour Report. That's the time right now. Back when I was aboard a Navy Man of War, it was a nightly duty for Division Officers to make their 2000 report to the Command Duty Officer on shipboard conditions. So I am here to report that our meeting at the Legion was everything I expected it to be. Nobody showed up except the Commander and me. I was lucky, someone called to remain me.

I was glad that I did go because our Ladies Auxiliary Unit was having their monthly meeting, and I requested an audience to speak to their membership.
Just me, and about 20 to 30 beautiful ladies. I made a plea for a donation for the War Memorial project and brought them up to date as to how things were progressing. I am sure that they will make a generous donation. They have never failed us when we ask for their support. We are indeed fortunate to have them.

We consider ourselves as a family. An American Legion Family. We have a home, Legionnaires, a Ladies Auxiliary Unit, a Sons of the American Legion Squadron, and a Junior Ladies Auxiliary. All working together for the same common purpose. To give aid and comfort to our veterans, their families and the widows and children of our fallen comrades. A great organization.

Oh, by the way, the fellow that went AWOL, he showed up at the legion while I was there. I ordered him to Report Before the Mast, he came over and I asked if he was prepared to defend his actions on Sunday afternoon. "No excuse, sir, " he said, "I just forgot. It was a beautiful day, and my wife asked if I would go golfing with her".

I sentenced him to 3 days on bread and water. He stood there and said, "I can do that standing on my head".

I replied, "You just got 3 more days to get back on your feet", and I shut off his beer.

I told you I run a tight ship!

On that note, I'll take my leave. God Bless, Pray for Peace, Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-20T13:39:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-11 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-11 Just arrived back home after a busy morning of grocery shopping, getting discount gas, and having a nice lunch with the bride. We turned on the television set and they have just announced that we have a new Pope. The crowd is going wild. Excuse me a few minutes while I digest this good news.

The Vatican just announced that Cardinal Ratzinger, of Germany, has been selected as the new Pope. He will be known as Pope Benedict XVI.

May God, the Father, our Lord Jesus Christ, the Son, and the Holy Spirit bestow blessings upon him.

Holy Smoke, i am not playing games with words, I had just finished typing that last sentence, when a Cardinal ended his prayer with the following words, "May God, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, bestow their Blessings upon him". Now how is that for a novice writer. I must possess mental telepathy. I scare myself at times.

I am a man of great Faith, as you probable surmised from my sign off phrase, "Keep the Faith". I have had Faith ever since I was a child. It was my Faith in God, and my prayers to Him, that I survived World War II. He has never left my side, I have had some tough battles in my lifetime with diseases, of the heart, and of the flesh. He was always there to comfort me.

Through prayer I have confided with Him, seeking help and assistance for my family. He has never let me down. My prayers have always been answered. I am not exaggerating, it has been said that the Lord acts in mysterious ways. That he does, take my word for it. We have 7 children and some of them have faced difficult problems along the road of life. They are all fine, healthy and happy individuals. My prayers are dedicated to each of them, and somewhere along line, they are always answered.

Enough said, my Mother also told me not to get into any discussion concerning religion or politics - you never win.. How right she was.

I had to leave you abruptly as I lost track of time and when I looked up at the clock, it read 1358. I had 2 minutes to make it to the Municipal Building. I had forgotten the Photo Op appointment with the photographer from the Bee Journal. Tony Gates was there patiently awaiting my arrival. I was lucky because Margo forgot about it also.

Not to worry, we got the picture taken and it will be in next week's "Bee" along with my commentary.

A few more checks have arrived, so things are beginning to roll.

I have to compose a "Thank You" letter to those wonderful people who are donating funds to our project. If you would like to receive one of the letters it only requires a donation, large or small.

I believe I'll have a talk with the man "upstairs", and see if he can be of any assistance in our efforts to generate money. I am not jesting, I am serious. He will see me through this.

While Frisco was doing the shopping this morning, I was cruising the deck in Wal Mart. I extended my course, and navigated my way through many uncharted passageways I hadn't explored before. I now know where all the baby clothes, and women's apparel is located. I traveled north, east, south and west and all points between.

I wore myself out, my poor legs are weary, but my spirits are high. The weather is beautiful and is cooperating for the present time. The temperature is in the low 80's - but in Central New York, a cold front can drop down on your doorstep at any given time. It reminds us all that it is still only April, and in time, summer will arrive.

It is now 1530 hours, and my eyes lids are getting heavy, Heavy, hell, they are closing. It's past my nap time so I am going to call it a day. If I don't make it back to wish you all a good night I'll say it now, God Bless, Pray for Peace and be sure and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-19T15:30:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-10 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-10 It's been a long day, but a productive one. I started my day in the usual fashion, so I won't bore you with all the details. After I finished up at the "Y", I
made a quick trip to the city of Oneida, approximately 5 or 6 miles from the Canastota, I went to a trophy shop that does all the engraving on plaques for the Legion and had a couple of plates engraved with donors names on them. I then traveled down to the Oneida Daily Dispatch offices, and hand carried a Guest Editorial I wrote concerning the war memorial project. I have good rapport with the editor. He often allows me to summit articles of interest to the public and publishes them.

After I completed my mission, I dashed over to the local office supply house to purchase a "30,000 Word Book". Who needs all those definitions, all I want is to find out is how to spell the damn word. At any rate, they didn't have one in stock, and I don't believe they ever heard of one. Small town, I guess. I'll have to go to the big city. I had one for years, but it got lost in the move we made to the village 3 years ago. It will turn up one of these days.

I left the office supply store and hi-tailed it to Wal Marts, and you know what I do there so there's no sense in me wasting my valuable time, and yours, giving you a detailed description of my wanderings.

After my departure from the shopping mall I set a course back to my little village. When I arrived I stopped off at the Bee Journal, "The Only Newspaper , That Really Cares About Canastota". I delivered my column entitled, "Veterans News & Views", and asked to have it published next week. While I was there I asked the office manager, who is also a gifted writer, if she would be kind enough to meet me at the Town Offices for a Photo Op. She was very accommodating, and we set up a 2 o'clock appointment for tomorrow afternoon.

The Commander of our Sons of the American Legion Squadron, Tony Gates, will be there also and present a check to Lois Brown, who is treasurer of the Town of Lenox Veterans Fund. I want the public to see, and meet this wonderful woman, who cares very deeply for our war veterans. She is also the Secretary to the Town of Lenox Supervisor.

I left Margo, the young woman at the Bee Journal, and moseyed over to the Town Offices to inform Lois about the appointment time. She said she would be available. That being done I headed for home and by that time it was past the noon hour. Frisco made me a quick sandwich and asked me to type up a letter to a quilting magazine she subscribes to, She has not been getting any copies of it for a few months, and her subscription does not expire until November '06. I wrote them a very polite, but stinging letter. We are anxious to see what kind of reply we will receive from them.

When I finished my secretarial duties I sat down and wrote a couple more letters to civic and fraternal organizations, that I belong to, seeking a donation for our World War II Memorial. Like most organizations they are experiencing financial woes, but are still determined to be of service to others. I made a special appeal to them, acknowledging the fact that I am aware of the financial difficulties they are facing. I am looking at the "long term", where they could, perhaps, make a pledge for a "X" amount of money. I mentioned, if they did make a pledge, the pledge would have to be honored no later than 30 March '06. This would give them some leeway to raise whatever they wish to donate. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

I had one more item to attend to so I climbed into my Jeep and made a beeline to the Village of Chittenango (don't you love the quaint Indian names we have for the villages we have in our area?).

I made a "speed run" to the offices of the Syracuse Post Standard. They have an office there, in Chittenango, that is staffed with reporters and photographers that cover the County of Madison. I have a good rapport with them also, as a matter I fact, I am an easy going guy that gets along with everyone providing they don't ruffle my feathers.

Just finished having a nice chat with Commander Dave. We also had a nice visit via the i Chat with our son Mark last evening. We hadn't heard from him in over a week, and his Mom and I begin to get a little unsettled and wonder what he is up to. Your children will always be your children. They are grown adults but you still worry about them.

We'll be going to Saratoga Springs this weekend for our grandson, Robbie's, birthday. Our son, John, and his girlfriend, Jennie, are hoping to join us. They reside in Syracuse, NY. We're looking forward to seeing all the family, and grandkids.

Frisco just brought me a nice cold apple from the kitchen. She is such a sweetheart. I really don't know what I would do without her. Ah, it's an MacIntosh apple, Nice and juicy - I love to hear the apple snap when you take a bite. I also like them when they are cold.

That was about the extent of my day. I live a very exciting life. You good people take care of yourselves, God Bless, Pray for Peace, and remember
Keep the Faith. Be talking to you again soon. == Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-18T15:27:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-9 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-2.html#unique-entry-id-9 Today is the first day of the rest of my life. What a beautiful day it is. The sun is shining, the temperature is in the 70's, and I have the attention of all you lovely people. Isn't life great. I believe so.

It is now 1545 hours, and I arrived home just a short time ago after conducting a meeting of my war memorial committee. Three of the members were no shows, but 2 of them were excused, and the other one was AWOL (absent without official leave). I'll call him before the Mast for whatever shenanigans he's has been up to.

I run a tight ship! I gave him a direct order to report at the Legion no later than 1230 hours. He took it upon himself to ignore my order and play hooky. I'll cut off his beer, and give him 3 days on bread and water. It's lonely at the top.

We did have a constructive meeting. We firmed up the criteria for adding new names to the memorial, and my site and layout designer gave a good presentation of his ideas. There were some difference of opinion as to which direction the front of the monument should be facing. Everyone has an opinion, and rightly so, they voiced their opinions, we discussed the pros and cons of them and I sent them on their way to give conscientious thought to the ideas. We still have perhaps 4 or 5 weeks before we break ground.

I expect to hear from Commander Dave sometime this evening, and I'll get him to post the criteria information under the picture of the memorial. I also posted information for anyone that has a soft touch for us old WW2 veterans, and would like to give a donation towards the monument. We're accepting money from all sources. They can be large or small sums, whatever the pocket book, purse or wallet will bear.

I learned long ago, when I was a salesman for an Office Supply business, that it didn't matter how large or small the order was, it was what I had at the end of the day. One hell of a big order (when you put them all together). Some people want to sell machines, not me, I would rather sell the products that go into the machine uses. They are expendable items. The machine you sell just once, the supplies for the machine are in demand every day of the week. The profit is in the supply end of it.

I had fun at my job as an office supply salesman. I told Frisco " I'm not going to work, it's a day of visitation for me." Each day of the week I had a different area I covered. People I visited on Mondays knew that I was coming. I"m there every Monday. If I was entering their door at 0900 in the morning, I was there every Monday at 0900. It was repetition, they got so use to seeing me come through the door at that time, that if I was late they would say, "I wonder where Mr. Rogers is, I hope he's not sick."

I never had to hard sell anything. They had the list of supplies they needed waiting for me. All I did was sit and chat with them for a few minutes about their kids, love life, whatever would come to mind. I never stayed long because their Boss would get mad and run me out.

Most salesmen drive a car. They drive 2 or 3 miles to a place they know they can get an order. Then jump back in the car and drive another 2 or 3 mlles to another account .

Me, I would find the biggest building in town, get on the elevator, go to the top floor and begin calling on every office in the building. I would walk down the stairs to the next floor. By the time I hit the ground floor I had one hell of a big order. My boss, Mr. Perry, God love him, he said I was the most awkward salesman he had ever seen but results don't lie.

I worked for him for about a year in the store to get product knowledge. When he turned loose I began my climb to the top of every building downtown. One day he said to me, "Jack, I want you to go over and get your picture taken by this photographer"

"What for", I said. He replied, "You ask too many questions, Do as you're told.

"Aye, Aye, sir," I answered back.

Being the good sailor that I am, I obeyed the order. I forgot about the photo being taken., and about 2 months later, on a Friday, he said to me, "Be sure to look at Sunday's Syracuse Herald Journal."

I learned not to asked stupid questions like "Why?" I just said, "O.K."

Sunday morning came, and Frisco came running into our bedroom shouting, "Look at this, Honey". I grabbed the paper she handed me, and there was a full page ad that read: "25 years ago, I was my only salesman -- Thank you Syracuse". Below that, was his picture. and to the right of him were two more pictures. One was of me. It had my name under it. But under my name was the title: Vice President of Sales. There were also pictures of all his employees. There must have been 25 or 30 other pictures. That's how I learned I had been promoted.

He told me, "In all my years in this business, I have never seen a salesman like you. But figures don't lie, you have broken the record of every salesman I have ever had."

I was with him for almost 15 years. When he died, his daughter took the business over.It was never the same after that.

I loved the man, He was like a father to me. I lost my Dad, when I was 10 years of age. An age when every boy needs his Dad.

I grew up awful fast. I was forced to quit school at 15 to support my mother. I enlisted in the Navy at 17, and here I am, today, enjoying the first day of the rest of my life.

Keep the Faith, good people. Pray for Peace. Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-17T18:59:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-8 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-8 Wow! Am I every late getting started. I commenced my day like the house was on fire. I jumped out of bed at 0620 this morning. That lady friend of mine, Mother Nature, she was calling me again, and once more, I had to go she was calling. I don't like to keep her waiting. I honestly tried to get back in slumber land but my mind had kicked into gear and when that happens, forget it. I might just as well get up, I can't get back to sleep.

After having a breakfast of Adam and Eve on a raft (that's poached eggs on toast to you land lubbers) and a couple of sausages, I sat down to my computer and drafted up a news release for a column in our local weekly paper. They are kind enough give me my own by line, along with a picture of myself. I write a column entitled, "Veteran's News & Views" and I try my best to write informational type news to veterans in our area.

This morning I expounded on my newest project. The Town of Lenox War Memorial. We need money, and I decided it's time to get the general public involved in our efforts. I worked on that until 1000 hours, and then set a course for Wal Mart. I walked for well over an hour. In my stroll around the store I heard a beautiful, young voice ring out., "Oh Mr. Rogers" she called, "I received your letter about the War Memorial, and I just want you to know that I am working up a request for our corporate offices. to award you and your committee a grant for your War Memorial project."

"Well, thank you Amy." I replied, "It's very nice of you. We certainly appreciate it."

The letters went out the first of this week to all the local businesses, so I expect some resullts starting next week. The Sons of the American Legion has donated $250 to us and has promised another $250 at the end of the month. That's when they will be having another fund raising breakfast. I'll be talking to our Auxiliary Unit and our Honor Guard soon to request their support. I fully expect them to do their share to make this project a successs.

I arrived back home at a little after 1200 hours, had some pineapple slices for lunch, along with some cottage cheese. Then I sat down and drafted two (2) Guest Editorials for the Oneida Daily Dispatch and the Syracuse Post Standard newspapers. They will print guest editorials if they are newsworthy. I wrote them up so that they would be. Wish me luck.

When I finished that up I sat down and typed up an agenda for tomorrow's meeting with the committee. I will not conduct a meeting without an agenda. I insist that we adhere to the topics we are there to discuss. Time is money, and I have very little of each, literally speaking.

People have a tendency to talk, just to hear themselves speak. When you have 9 or 10 fellows in attendance we can be there, for hours and accomplish absolutely nothing.

Stick to the subject on the agenda, be precise in your report and keep it short. I find that you should be able to complete a successful meeting in an hours time if you to stick to the agenda, and don't wander off in all kinds of directions.

You wouldn't believe I could handle a situation like that from the ramblings that I write about.

I do this just to have get things off my chest without anyone interrupting me. It's a great world, don't you think, when you can ramble all you want and there is nobody to cut in on your conversation with whomever happens to be reading this foolish stuff.

There are times I get provoked and spout off about things that I don't happen to agree with. But all things considered I'm a quiet, gentlemanly individual that loves life, and has lived it to the fullest.

Children are my downfall. I love kids. I hear a kid crying and acting up over at Wal Mart's, and I politely push my cart over to him and ask, "What's all the noise about? Is that you making all this noise.?" All of a sudden it's quiet, and the little rascal looks up at me and shakes his head, "No, not me". I think it must be my beard that attracts them. I rub his head a little, and he smiles. His Mother is happy too, now she can get on with her shopping.

I have a great time wherever I go.

I forgot where I was, I got off the track, lets see I wrote my 2 editorials and then Frisco and I went to church where a visiting priest gave a beautiful homily. We don't always get a priest like that. He had a natural gift for telling story that held interest.

Frisco and I got home from church at 18l5 hours, had some macaroni and cheese with a couple of hot dogs. I told her to make it easy on herself today.
I"m all heart when it comes to my bride. I bought the macaroni and cheese, the dogs too, when I made my last cruise around the cooler where they store this kind of food. I think she appreciated my thoughtfulness.

Well, the time is getting away on me. I'ts now 2140 hours (are you people reading this time right) so I think I will close for the evening.

It was a beautiful day today for the race -- the Human Race. You folks out there in cyber space take care of yourselves. God Bless, be talking to you again tomorrow. In the meanwile -- Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-16T21:35:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-7 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-7 Just finished up lunch with Frisco. She feeds me a lot of salads. Don't get me wrong, I love salads, they are good for you, especially in the summer months. There are times when I wonder if perhaps she thinks I'm a rabbit. When I bring that subject up is when I receive a tossed salad -- she throws it at me. Only kidding. She never treats me unkindly.

Reveille was at 0730 this morning. Our cat, Mazie, jumped up on our bunk, and let it be known that she was tired of being up by herself. Fran and I let her have her say, and then complied with her demands. I love my kitty, she is quite a cat. After breakfast I got my gear together and headed out for my Friday morning trip to the YMCA. I arrived there shortly after 0900 and was fortunate enough to find a bike without a rider. I jumped into the saddle, revived her up to full throttle and rode her for 30 minutes. The computer monitor informed me that I had burnt up 570 calories, and had traveled 16 miles.
Don't say, "No way!" I'm only telling you what the damn computer said.

I left the bike and moseyed over to the leg curling machines. There are two (2) of them, one you use your legs to pull the weights down. and on the other machine you use your legs to lift the weights. I place the weight scale at 70 lbs and do 3 repetitions of 12 curls on each machine. I do that to strengthen my left leg, as part of the muscle was removed back in '95 during my bout with "the flesh eating disease".

I don't know the official name of the disease, It's a mile long. For that matter I can't even pronounce the prescription drugs I have to take. I don't understand why they have to put names on medicines, that the average Joe can't even begin to pronounce.

The biggest kick in the butt is when you have a doctors appointment. The first thing the receptionist asks you is, "What prescriptions are you taking?"

"Huh", I say, "Don't you know, you guys prescribed them". I can't pronounce them, but I can describe them. One is a little blue pill and another one is...."

"Just bring in a list of all the medications you are taking on your next visit.", she politely tells me.

"I did last time" I meekly replied.

"Thank you, sir, have a sit"

They always seem to get in the last word

I didn't mean to get off the subject. Where was I? Oh yes, the leg curls. When I finish them, I go over to a machine that works on your stomach muscles.
It has a long bar on it where you rest your arms. You sit down, cross your arms, or hold them straight out, set the weight scale and bend down and then come up . Me, I set the weight at 100 lbs and do 200 repetitions. I have a tummy that is hard as a rock.

By the time I have finished my exercises an hour has passed. Thats when I leave the "Y" and head to Wal Mart for my daily walk. Today I walked for approximately 1 hour and 15 minutes. Tomorrow, I'll walk 2 1/2 to 3 hours. Only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays do I spend an hour or so walking.

On my way out of the "Y" I held the door open for a gentlemen that was coming out. He stopped and starting talking to another fellow while I was holding the door for him.

He was wearing a red cap with a dirty word on it, M - A - R - I - N - E ---- "MARINE". I couldn't pass it up - to once again sock it to aN Old Jarhead,

"Hey Mate, it's not every day that a sailor will hold a door open for a "Sea Going Bellhop", I called out. He stopped, looked at me, and then smiled as he saw my cap that reads. "U.S. Naval Amphibious Forces: World War II"

"Hi, you old Swap Jockey", he bellowed out.

It was the first time I met the man and I introduced myself to him, and he said, "You the man that is heading up the committee for the World War II Veterans
Memorial in Canastota?"

"Yes, I'm the guy," I said.

"I"m Sam Costanzo," he told me. "I talked to you over the phone a few weeks ago about having my brother, James, I wanted his name placed on it."

"Oh, I remember," I said. "You called me back again a few days later to tell me that you were mistaken, he didn't serve in WW2".

He replied that he was the guy.

We stood in the parking lot, recalling the days of our youth. We were both 17 years of age when we entered the service. He enlisted in 1943, and I enlisted in 1944.. We didn't dwell on the war, we had fun kidding one another about inter service rivalry back in those days.

He got a big laugh when I told him this story. "Ten thousands marines, laid down their carbines, to lick one homesick sailor -- ten thousand more, got up and swore - it was the best fight they had ever seen."

Oh for the life of a Sailor! I love my Navy.

Well, that time of day has arrived. I have missed my nap for the passed 2 Or 3 days, but I am going to take one today before I take my bride out to dinner. We will be going to a local diner that has just reopened after being closed for close to a year. Every Friday we go out and have a fish dinner - it's one of our favorite meals.

It's been good chatting to whomever is out there listening to me.

Bye for now... God Bless - Pray for Peace - and above all - Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-15T15:22:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-6 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-6 Just arrived home after having my daily walking exercise. I left my homeport at 0905 hours, and set a course straight away for Wal Mart. I arrived safely at my distination at 0915 hours, and I immediately commandeered a cart. and took off for parts unknown. I walked for 2 hours and 30 minutes arriving back at my homeport at high noon.

My legs don't have the speed they once had, but I picked them and laid them down at a steady pace. I am extremely happy at what I managed to accomplish. A very weary body. I figured I must have walked three (3) miles, give or take a few strides. Who's counting?

On my last go around through the garden shop, I stopped to smell the roses. Some African Violets caught my eye, and I said to myself, "I think I'll surprise Frisco with an African Violet". She had purchased one a few days ago, and has it sitting on an end table in our living room. We have 2 end tables. one on the portside and the other on the starboard side of our couch. She has her African Violet setting on the starboard side, wait a minute. It all depends if you are sitting on the couch, in that case it's on the portside. If I am sitting in my recliner, facing the couch, it is on the starboard side. Ah -- who cares?

At any rate, I thought I would surprise her with my thoughtfulness, I sneaked it in, and placed it on the starboard/portside (you decide, I'm confused) She was busy sewing in her quilting room, and wasn't paying any attention to me. After I was home a few moments she went into the galley and made us both a nice salad for lunch.

After we finished our lunch I said to her, "You are not very observant, are you?"

She quickly replied, "You referring to that African Violet I bought the other day?"

"No", I said. "I'm referring to the one I brought home to you today."

"Oh", she said, "I was wondering, It's a different colored one."

A sweet smile appeared on her beautiful face, a smile that only she can give. I knew deep inside, she was pleased.

She is truly, something else. The thing that first attracted me to her when we first met, was her eyes. We met on a blind date, 50 years ago, and as we sat there conversing I couldn't help but notice her beautifiul eyes. They were talking to me. Her eyes, yes, HER eyes, they were talking to me She has a wonderful way of expressing herself through the use of her eyes. They talk to you as she speaks. That's my gal, "Frisco" Fran.

I had better cease this chatter, she may revert back to her shy, bashful ways. I've been blessed to have her as my wife, and our children are blessed to have her as their Mother. The Good Lord threw away the mold when she was born. She is one of a kind.

The time is now 1420 hours, I'm going to make you land lubbers learn to read military time, and understand Navy lingo, so you may better understand what I am talking about.

Us sailors have a language all of our own. The door is a hatch, the floor is a deck, the walls are bulkheads, the ceiling is the overhead, the bathroom is the head, the kitchen is the Galley, the dining room is the mess hall, the hallway is a passageway and when someone tells you not to run down the stairs, you tell them to go to hell, it's a ladder .

Enough homework for today. Digest what I have told you, and sit down and figure out what time of day it is. -- You're right, it's my nap time. Signing off at 1435 hours.


Pray for Peace -- Keep the Faith -- God Bless -- Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-14T14:35:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-5 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-5 Hot Diggity, Diggity Dog! We finally have the proofs of pictures that were taken when Dave and his 2 children were visiting us a few weeks, or so ago. We have been patiently waiting for them to show up on the photographer's web site. I was beginning to think that perhaps she had gone over the hill, and took our photos with her.

Now Frisco and I can inform the rest of the crew, that they can check them out, look them over, study them and then, after careful consideration, choose which ones they would like to have. Me, I want one of everything! I am always that way. Frisco hates to go to a restaurant with me because I can't make up my mind when I sit and peruse a menu. Everything looks soooo good, I have a difficult time deciding. Decisions, decisions - always decisions.

Once everyone picks out which photo, or photos, they want, we'll place an order with her. The photographer will have to wait now, while a professional procrastinator is making up his mind as to which photo best portrays his cosmetic smile and gentle demeanor. Frisco tell me that conceit doesn't run in my family, it gallops!

All joshing aside, I'm glad to see them posted so that we can place an order with her. It is difficult, though, to pick one particular photo when there are so many to select from.

I did receive some terrific news today concerning the World War II Veteran's monument. We received confirmation that the New York State Senate has approved a grant in the sum of $25,000 for our project. The paperwork is being processed and will be completed in the very near future.

Last evening I stuffed over 100 envelopes, addressed to businesses in our area, containing a letter requesting donations for this most worthy cause, and enclosed in the letter was the artist's sketch of the purposed monument. It was a 2 hour project, the envelopes had to be addressed, and sealed in addition to applying postage stamps and return address labels. We expect to be receiving funds from the business community in the very near future.

I'll be addressing our plea for funds to the general public through news articles, and public service announcements over radio and television as time progresses. The Committee will be meeting this Sunday at 1200 hours at our American Legion Post Home. If all goes well, we should have the needed criteria for adding additional names to the monument. I instructed that committee at our last meting, to come up with some guide lines for adding the names of individuals that were inadvertently left off the original monument, or may have moved into this area shortly after the war ended.

Things are moving along, and we seem to be making some headway. I will be posting the artist's sketch of the monument after the meeting this Sunday. Keep your eyes peeled for it. The complete list of names will also be posted, so that people can have an additional source for finding out if their names have been included.

This is the second day in a row now that I have been too busy to get my daily nap in. I took Frisco to her quilting group this morning. They meet twice a month on Wednesday mornings and are usually done by 12 noon. They meet at our American Legion Post Home. After I dropped her off, I went to the YMCA and did my exercise routine and then drove over to Wal Marts and pushed my cart up and down all the aisles for close to an hour. I got over 2 hours of exercise in before the noon hour.

Not much more to chew the fat about, so I'll sign off and take my leave wishing you all good health and happiness.

God Blessings to each of you.

- Keep the Faith Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-13T21:05:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-4 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-4 Good morning world - I arose at 0645 hours, Mother Nature was calling, and I had to go. Everything came out alright, so I climbed back under the covers but it was useless, I couldn't get back to sleep. I gathered a few thoughts for my Plan of the Day, and will commence to execute them in a very short while.

I had a nice chat with Commander Dave last night, and he was good natured enough to laugh at my problems with my computer. I was in the process of editing my entry, and when I had it finished I hit the preview key, and everything looked OK. I then hit the publish key, and the little bar began it's blue trip across the length of it. It progressed about an eighth of an inch, and then stopped. Up popped a spinning wheel that resembles the Wheel of Fortune, only it wouldn't stop spinning.

I recalled that Dave told me, at one time or another, that when that happens hit the "force quit" key. This I did, but nothing happened. Then I remembered what my computer whiz son, Mark, told me. He once told me to hit the "off" button on the side of the computer and let it shut down. When you turn it back on, he said, sometimes it rectifies what is wrong. So I did that. After about 15 minutes I turned it back on and entered my website code (if thats what you call it) and up pops a big form that says I don't have a Home Page under that name, "Would you like to enter one?"

"Oh,Oh", I said to myself, "I did something wrong." That's when I decided to play a game of Solitaire, and give my weary mind a rest. As I mentioned yesterday, I sent a May Day message to Commander Dave, and he corrected whatever it was that I did in error, and once more set a smooth, steady course for me to follow..

Being a father has it's privileges. I just plead ignorance, and being the good son that he is, he understands.

Frisco has ordered me to cease the bull, and set sail for our weekly trek to the grocery store. "Host the rudder, mate," I told her. "We're underway".
She loves that sailor talk, she was in the Navy also.

Everyone should be as lucky as me. I have one fine woman, who really looks out for my well being.

Back again, mission accomplished. We have enough provisions now to last another week. I took my daily walk around Wal Mart while Frisco did the shopping. I walked for approximately 2 hours, not at a fast rate, but a steady pace. I believe that I walked 3 miles, close to it anyway.

I have been a fighter all my life. I am determined not to let things get me down. Confidence is half the battle, and I fully intend to win every battle I am confronted with. When we each finished what we set out to do it was 1200 hours, we had been gone a little over 2 hours.

Being the gentleman that I am, I took my bride out to lunch at the local Diner. We both enjoyed a Country Salad and returned home for the remainder of the day.

Dave informed me last evening that he received the sketch of the war memorial in the mail that I sent him, and would be posting on my web site as soon as he finds a few spare moments. With the sketch being shown on the web, and the list of names that are going to be engraved on it, should make it easier for people to get a little background on our endeavors.

Men and women, from this area, who served in WW2, will be able to check for their names. If they are not listed they will be told who to contact to have their names added. That is, if they meet all the criteria that is required. If they would like to send in a donation, that information will be posted also.

At any rate it will be a great help in disseminating information on my web site for those interested in our project. One never knows where you may get some unexpected help.

Before I forget, I want to take this opportunity to thank Hal Rager for welcoming me back aboard. It was nice of you Hal, I appreciated your kind words. I am not quite the accomplished writer that you and Dave are, but I enjoy just sitting and spouting about whatever comes to this feeble mind.

I have met some very interesting people in the short while I have been on the Web. But I lost interest when this nation, without forethought, took it upon themselves to, for the first time in our history, preemptively start a war we have no business being in. I was brought up as a youngster not to fight unless someone deliberately attacked me. I hold true to that teaching this very day.

I have seen death in battle, in a justifiable war. It tears me up inside, when I think of our losses in Iraq, and the tens of thousands of Iraqi civilians that have lost their lives through massive bombardment by our forces. Pray tell, what have we accomplished?

Faulty intelligence, they say -- I don't buy it.

I am not going to dwell on this subject, it's too devastating.

Join me in praying for peace. Peace for all mankind. God Bless, and remember, Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-12T20:54:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-3 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-3 The time is now 1330 hours, and I have had a very busy morning with my exercising at the "Y", walking around Wal Mart, and when I arrived home I managed to. somehow, lose my Home Page. How is that for a start - how in hell did I lose my Home Page. I'll send out an SOS to Commander Dave, he will come to my rescue. Like I said yesterday, I don't know what I would do without him.

Frisco Fran had a dentist appointment at noon today, and I had an appointment with a local attorney to set up an account that would give a tax deduction to those who give a donation to our War Memorial. The American Legion is a non-profit organization, so the donation checks will be made out to my Post and deposited into a local bank.

I will be addressing and stuffing envelopes in a few days to all the businesses once we are set up to receive tax deductable funds. In a few weeks I'll be making a plea for donations from the general public. Funds for the memorial will start rolling in very shortly. I am sure that both the business community, and general public will respond to our plea for donations for this great cause.

It's time for me to take my daily nap, so I'll sign off for now. I'll return this evening after I have a chat with my son Dave. Stay tuned, I'll do my utmost to explain what I did wrong.

Ah, what a wonderful nap. I just arose, the time is 1700 hours, I really slept hard. If that lovely bride of mine had not woke me up, for dinner, I believe I would still be sleeping. But she insists on nourishing me, so I adhere to her commands, and I hit the deck when she gives the order.

In a few short months, October, Fran and I will be celebrating our Golden Wedding anniversary. Fifty years of bliss. What a wonderful woman. The Good Lord sure has been kind to me. Life wasn't easy for her when I was in the Navy. She raised 6 children virtually by herself, God love her, and we had one other child three years after I retired. We sure have been blessed with a wonderful family. All 7 of them are well educated and living good decent lives on their own.

They, in turn, have blessed us with 10 beautiful grandchildren. Seven (7) grandsons and three (3) granddaughters. Speaking of grandchildren, our daughter Beth Ann visited us this past weekend and brought along her three boys, Zackary, Westley and Ian. What a trio those 3 boys are. Zac is 13 years old, Westley is 11 and young Ian is 8.

What a wild one is Ian. As a youngster of 3, he loved to join with his older brothers and bounce on me like I was a trampoline. He hasn't changed much, the first thing he asked his grandmother when they arrived this past weekend was, "Gramma, will Grampa let me jump up and down on him when he wakes up tomorrow morning?"

"We will see", she said. With that she forewarned me to expect a rude awaking in the morning. Sure enough, in he ran, close to 8 in the morning, and annouced his arrival with "Hi Grampa, giddy up". I turned into a wild bronco and had a heck of time trying to throw him off my back. Oh, what fun. It did my heart good to think that he still remembers when he and his older brothers would all take turns jumping up and down on their Grampa. We enjoy having the grandkids over.

Commander Dave flew himself and his two children, Chris and Caitlyn in from their home in Florida during the children's Easter break and spent 4 days with us. Chris is our oldest grandchild, he is 17 years of age and his younger sister is 12. We really enjoyed that visit as we don't get to see them as much as the other grandchildren. We get to see them now and then on our I-site camera, that Dave was nice enough to furnish us, but it's not the same as seeing them in person, and getting the "Big Hug" that only kids can give.

On Sunday, April 24th, we will be going to Saratota Springs, to attend our grandson Robbie's birthday party. He will be 11 years old. He is the son of our oldest Daughter, Lorraine and her husband Woody. They have one other child, a true sweetheart of a girl. Her name is Olivia, and she is 12 years of age.

Oh well, I have gone this far so I might just as well introduce our daughter Diane and her husband Dan's children. Diane's kids will be attending the party also. Their names are Danny, who is 9 and a beautiful little lady, who at times is shy as she can be. Her name is Allison and she is 5 years of age.

We have one more grandson, last but not least, is young Tyler Rogers, who is 11 years of age and is the son of our youngest boy, Eric. Eric resides in Toney, Alabama, near Huntsville where he works for an engineering company that contracts their work from NASA. Eric is a bright young man who saw action with the famed "Screaming Eagles", the 101st Airborne Division, during Desert Storm. He was recently given a promotion on his job, along with a much needed hefty raise.

I am proud of you Eric, keep up your good work.

The only two members I haven't introduced are, our 2nd oldest son Mark, who is a Naturalist, and our number 3 son, John. Both are still bachalors and have a degree to prove it.

Seven children, 10 grandchildren -- all happy, and thankfully in good health. As I have said before, the Good Lord has blessed us with a wonderful famiiy.

So much for family history. It has been good chatting with you, and I hope you have had some enjoyment from it. I promise to keep you abreast of our efforts to build this lasting memorial to "The World's Greatest Generation". Meanwhile, pray for peace and Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack
]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-11T21:31:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-2 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-1.html#unique-entry-id-2 Just got off line with my son, Commander Dave. I don't know what I would do if it wasn't for him, and another one of my sons, Mark. The two of them are really patient with me, when it comes to instructing me in the use of this computer. They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but this old sea dog is sure willing to learn.

I try like the dickens to digest all the info they are feeding me, but my retention powers are not what they use to be in my younger days. Patience and fortitude, and things will come your way -- thats what they tell me anyway, I'll get myself organized in a few weeks, or months, and then I'll be off and running.

I am really excited about the challenge that lies ahead concerning the World War 2 Memorial Committee I was asked to chair. Things are moving ahead at the present time at a slow and deliberate pace. My son Dave will be posting a sketch of the monument on my web site that was designed by a good friend of mine, Robert Clarke. Bob is a Vietnam era veteran, and resides in the same small village that I live in - Canastota, NY.

We are closing in on the names of 700 men and women from this small village, and surrounding area, that fought and served in the armed forces during World War 2. We have set a deadline date of July l, 2005 for anyone that meets the criteria for having their names added to the monument.

I have typed up letters, approximately 150, to all the businesses in our immediate area requesting donations for this most worthy cause. I have also contacted all of our representatives from the State and Federal government requesting grants. I'll soon be releasing an article to the local newspapers in the surrounding area asking for donations from the general public. Who knows, I may even try the InterNet. We have set a goal of $100,000 to complete this project. We will be dedicating this monument on Memorial Day 2006.

Most war memorials bear the names of those who made the supreme sacrifice in the defense of our nation. This memorial will list the names of all who served honorably from this small area of Central New York. A Gold Star will be engraved along side the names of 28 young men that lost their lives during that war.

Our World War 2 veterans are dying at the rate of over 1100 each day of the year Those who fought and served in that war will be known in the annals of world history as, "The Worlds Greatest Generation". Rightly so - rightly so!

This project has revitalized me and my darling, Frisco Fran, is happy to see me back in the scheme of things and having a purpose in life. I still go to the YMCA every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to get some exercise. My health provider told me that I had to do more walking as my sugar level was slowly rising.

When I told her I can't use a tread mill because I lost the use of my left leg back in '95, when I was struck down with "the fresh eating disease", she said she would get me a walker. "No way", I said, "I'll go to Wal Mart's and get me a cart and push that around the store first."

"Go to it" she said, "Just get plenty of walking in."

For the past 2 months I have been going every day of the week, except Sunday, and walk the aisles of Wal Mart's for a period of 1 to 2 hours. That is in addition to my weekly YMCA trips.

The employees of the store think I am an "uncover security agent". I have no idea if it's doing me any good, but I am following Doctor's orders, and will find out the latter part of May when I see her again.

I personally think I am beginning to look slimmer, and I do feel a lot better now that I once again have something to accomplish.

I don't want to say "I told you so!", but did you see in this morning's (Sunday) paper, that 300,000 Iraqis protested in the streets of Bagdad, demanding the infidel Americans leave their country. Boy, they sure love and appreciate all that we are doing for them. I predict that when we do take our leave of that nation, they will soon disband their "democratic government" and revert back to their old Islamic ways .

Before the war started, I said that this nation would be making the biggest mistake in our history if we attacked Iraq. I stand by that statement. We have but one man to thank for that.

It's sad, well over 1500 men and women of our armed forces have paid the supreme sacrifice, and the cost is rising. That is only in Iraq - what a tragedy.

When I look back over my lifetime, I remember nothing but wars, "police action" and conflicts. Stop and think, WW2, Korea, Vietnam, Lebanon, Grenada, Bosnia, Persian Gulf, Desert Storm and now tied down in Iraq for God only knows how long.

I was involved in three of these actions, WW2, Korea and Nam. In those early years of my military career I was a 150 pounds of fighting dynamite with a quarter inch fuse. I feared nothing - wait a minute - I was damned scared at Iwo and Okinawa. Now in the twilight of my years, I have mellowed and have more respect of life and the way in which we live.

That being said, I'll take my leave. Pray for peace everyone, and Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack ]]> sailor_jack@mac.com Now Hear This! 2005-04-10T13:15:00-04:00 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-0.html#unique-entry-id-0 http://homepage.mac.com/sailor_jack//files/archive-0.html#unique-entry-id-0 My last entry was June 28, 2003 when I told the world that ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I'm back again to attempt once more to get myself involved in the human race. In that last post, I had made a few predictions, and I am proud to say that I was right on the mark,

I predicted that the Arab world would not tolerate American troops in Iraq. Insurgents from Jordan, Syria, Iran, Egypt, and places unknown, infiltrated the country to take the fight the hated Americans.

The armed forces recruiting services are having a dickens of a time trying to meet their quotas. In fact they have NOT made their quotas. I predicted that this country would have to reinstitute the draft. Believe me, congress is seriously looking at that possibility. Stay tuned -- you will soon see.

I am just an old retired retired navy man that left the "canoe club" in hopes that world leaders would come to their senses. If an old salt like me can foresee the consequences of going to war with Iraq, what in hell are we paying those politicians for. Thank you Mr. President, for taking the time out from your busy job to fly out to the aircraft carrier ABRAHAM LINCOLN, in May of '03, to announce to the world that the "Mission Was Accomplished".

The KIAs, (Killed in Action), are well over 1500, and rising. I hope those who urged the President to take action against Iraq can sleep well at night.

I better get off my soap box, and let you know that I have found a project near and dear to my heart. Building a war memorial for World War II veterans that served honorably in the armed forces of our nation.

The small village of Canastota, NY had built such a memorial in the early 1950s. It contained the names of over 700 men and women who left their homes, farms and families to safe guard our nation during those terrifying days. The memorial was made of wood and through the years it deteriorated and finally had to be torn down.

Our Town of Lenox Supervisor asked me to form a veterans committee and look into the possibllity of constructing a War Memorial made of granite with the names of those who served in WW2 engraved on the face of it. I accepted his invitation and few of my fellow comrades got together and presented our ideas to the Town fathers.


This Memorial was designed and sketched by Robert Clarke, a Vietnam veteran from Canastota, and we presented our ideas to the village and town boards. We received a go ahead from them, and are presently attempting to raise $100,000 to construction this lasting memorial.

On September 2, 2005, this nation will be celebrating the 60th anniversary of the Unconditional Surrender of the Empire of Japan. With that surrender World War II was officially over. Most war memorials list the names of those who made the supreme sacrifice in the defense of our nation.

We will be honoring all the men and women, from the Town of Lenox who served in our armed forces during that war.
We believe that the "World's Greatest Generation" in long overdue in honoring their service to our nation. Here in the small Town of Lenox, their time has come.

The time is now 2320 and I think I had better hit the sack and join my lovely bride, Frisco Fran. She is already tucked in for the evening and patiently awaiting me to join her. I'll sign off for now -- more tomorrow. In the meantime Keep the Faith -- Sailor Jack


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