Faded and cracked

They are all similar – old, cracked and sometimes faded; the newer ones in washed out color.  There is a commonality to them that may not be readily apparent.  They are photos of young American men and women in uniform.

Sometimes they are serious, sometimes smiling.  One can sense a feeling of pride beneath the surface images –a calling to be part of something bigger.   I have seen them in Civil War, WWI, WII, Korean, and Vietnam era uniforms.  I have one of me before I went off to fly in the Vietnam War.  It shows me on the wing of an F4 proudly smiling.  I think of it today as the photo that would have been used if I had been shot down.  I wonder if these folks felt the same way.  My photo is a stark reminder of the seriousness of all these images, no matter how old they are.

Did the men in their formal Civil War dress understand what lay ahead, did they in WWII, Korea, Vietnam or overseas today.  I venture to say no.   Entry into combat is an exercise in denial.   One never exercises the slightest thought that they won’t come back.   They will do their time and return home.  Yet as we remember them and what they did, we know that this is not true.

These were young Americans who went off to war for a variety of reasons:  love of country, adventure, the need to escape from their home,  a feeling to be part of a larger cause such as saving the Union, and much more.   They arrived in the service still naive, but that didn’t last long.   The realities of service and war intruded quickly and they suddenly understood the seriousness of it all.

At home their folks looked at these snaps and thought about them, hoping that they were well.   For many they remained the only link to the loved one; they became icons displayed in a special place in the rooms of those left behind.  Of those who came back, they  changed in many ways:  some had PTSD a great many, some were injured seriously, some in Vietnam had Agent Orange exposure, the ways that they were wounded in body and soul are too numerous to mention. Some didn’t return.   The photos now  linked to large granite or limestone markers; names carved on a wall or war memorial.  Names now visible to many  but whose stories are known to only a few.

The photos remained and the years went on, Americans  forever frozen in time.   Forever young and proud, forever anticipating a future that never came.   Those who mourned them now gone; but they living on forever in a moment so long ago.

These are the folks we honor each year on Memorial Day, but really need to think about them every day.


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When Ohio and Michigan Went to war

In 1834, my great-great grandfather John Norvell found himself embroiled in a controversy that involved Michigan with her neighbors.

Ohio and Michigan had long claimed a disputed section of land which included the Toledo area. The dispute over this area had first arisen in 1802 with the admission of Ohio into the Union. But in 1805, Congress declared that the Michigan boundary was a line drawn due east from the southern extreme of Lake Michigan to Lake Erie. This had remained the boundary for more than twenty-seven years, but now Ohio gradually began to press for Toledo.

As the rhetoric grew heated, Ohio sent surveyors into the disputed area and Ohio Governor Lucas ordered 10,000 men to protect the boundary surveyors. In turn, opposing forces under the command of Governor Mason of Michigan marched to resist them.

Although both militias mobilized, no actual fighting occurred.

This was due to two things: first, President Andrew Jackson informed the two states that the U.S. would have to defend its territory of Michigan against the State of Ohio; and second, Jackson threatened to remove territorial Governor Mason from office if he persisted in military actions against Ohio.

So the “Toledo War” ended, at least militarily

In 1835, Michigan adopted a new state constitution and John Norvell was elected, along with Lucius Lyon, as one of Michigan’s first two U.S. senators. Because the Ohio-Michigan controversy had not been resolved, admission to the Union was delayed; the two new senators were not seated and found themselves labeled “observers” to the Senate’s proceedings.

The controversy continued politically for two more years as Michigan attempted to gain statehood. Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois opposed admission into the Union if the issue was not resolved. Both Ohio and Indiana were uneasy over the legality of their own northern boundaries. Into the mix now rose the question of free versus slave state. Many Southern Congressmen would only approve admission of Michigan if a “slave state” joined the Union to maintain the status quo. In the end, Michigan lost the Toledo strip but gained the Upper Peninsula in return, which was in the long run a better trade because of the vast mineral wealth of the area.

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Grandpa’s Home Repairs

My grandfather was a remarkable man.  But he almost met his match and burned down the house when he decided to wire it himself in the 1930s.   Grandpa' house

I defer to his own words on this:

“When I bought the house there wasn’t any electricity. I had to wire it up.  My brother Leo had a friend, and he and I got to be good friends.  The friend, “I’ll wire the house for you, I’m an electrician and I’ve got lots of extra stuff. Maybe we’ll have enough.”

I said, “Fine, if you’ve got enough for the downstairs. When can you do it?” He said “I’ll be here tomorrow night.” He worked until about 10 o’clock and I was around watching him. But he really only had enough materials to start the job and couldn’t get back to it for a while, as he had other paying jobs to do.

Well I thought I  had seen what he did,  and now thought it wasn’t that hard to be an electrician.  I wanted to wire everything.  I wanted to put as many wires out of one box as I could as they went the way I wanted to wire.

But I kept blowing fuses.  I can’t remember how many wires I ran out of that box.   Vi [his wife] said to me, “Eddie you are going to burn down the house.  There are sparks coming from the outlet.”  I ran over and pulled out about six plugs we had connected there.  Nothing happened, but I almost burned down the house.

Of course electricity wasn’t used for everything.

We had a gasoline-powered washing machine. I paid about $185 for it. In those days, people didn’t wash clothing every day, just once a week and you had a lot to do. Well, the gas engine wouldn’t run; most of the time it was a problem with the sparkplug since you had only one. The dealer told me if I had any problems to let him know, but he was too busy to come. So that’s how I found out it was the sparkplug–but when we got electricity we got an electric washer.”

When they got electricity it really brought them into the modern age.   Most rural areas didn’t have electricity.   But that wasn’t the only thing.  There was no indoor plumbing, except for a pump in the kitchen.   All the water had to be heated on the stove.  In fact they didn’t have  indoor plumbing until 1953 and used an outhouse and chamber pots in the winter.  The year I lived with them when my father was overseas in the Korean War was the first year that we didn’t have to use the Privy, as I have mentioned before.

Most people  now in the second decade of the 21st Century  have  no concept of what rural life was like back then.   Farm life was tough, no doubt about it.  Ask anyone who has used an outhouse in the winter.

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A Day in the Life….

Today is Vietnam Veterans Day — March 29, as such I thought about how I would have spent this day during the war.

Most days in combat began early.

F4 sunrise over Cambodia 1973

There was what we called an “0 Dark Thirty” wake up.

Then it was breakfast.  For me it was always Steak and Eggs, perhaps a ritual, but certainly one of assurance about the day to come.

Then an intel briefing where the targets of the day would be covered, followed by a crew brief, then to the crew bus –out to the revetments to preflight the bird.

At this point nearly 3 hours would have passed since that early morning call to get up.

It was on the crew bus that often folks turned introspective, but if they were thinking about what was to come they never discussed it.    Still on many mornings, in those long ago days, I could not help but think about how many men had boarded the crew bus never to return that night.  It was a  thought not entertained for long.

Still it was an inward acknowledgement of the brotherhood in which I found myself now which would shape me and my life for the years to come.

Years later I raised this with another fighter jock and he said he thought about this as he began a  mission but then “It was pretty quiet on the crew vans. I think most of us were engrossed in tactics, freqs, call signs, headings, settings, etc until the last moment or so at the van approached the jets. Had moment again on the taxiways and arming area after all the checks were done. Then after that the mission was the only thought.”

For men in combat there is only the moment of the mission ahead.

The British poet Sigfried Sassoon, a WWI officer, put it this way:
“Soldiers are citizens of Deaths’ Grey Land,
Drawing no dividends from Times Tomorrows”

They are trapped in the moment of their existence. There is and can be no other place to be.  It is really an existential moment.   Yet, if I ever thought I might die that day, I never voiced it to anyone.  That was OK.  All, who ever went into combat no matter when or where, has thought that.   It crossed the mind and then was gone.

Another day in the life of the war lay ahead.   






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Air Force F4 Tech Supplement to High Flight


Air Force Supplement 1

(Surly bond slipping will be performed only by two ship IP-led flights)

(Dancing the skies will be performed on the wing only)

(Aircraft cleared sunward will climb within the horizontal boundaries of their assigned air space)

(when joining the tumbling mirth apply techniques outlined in 55-4, “Rejoins.”)


(Aircraft may disregard use of position lights when entering clouds believed to be sun-split.)


(When wheeling and swinging are combined in one maneuver, 4.1 symmetrical G’s will be kept on the aircraft)

(High in sunlit silence is defined as that airspace above Fight Level (FL) 290 from 1 hour before official sunrise to 1 hour after official sunset.)

(Chasing the shouting wind along is restricted to weather ships with specific DO approval.)

AND FLUNG (Aircraft will be flung subsonic only.)

(Should either crewmember experience delirium while in the burning blue, proceed with emergency oxygen procedures.)

(If windswept heights cannot be topped prior to reaching the area gate advise center.)

(When larks and eagles are flying the SOF will coordinate with RAPCON to insure adequate separation and that bird strike plan is implemented.)

(Nothing prevents VFR civil or military aircraft from transiting the high untresspassed sanctity of space under visual flight rules.)

(Crewmembers will not sacrifice aircraft control or exceed canopy operating limitations attempting to touch God’s face.)

–author unknown, I got the copy of this about 1974 while assigned to the 43rd Tactical Fighter Squadron at Elmendorf AFB Alaska.

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My Dog Spot …

Well actually he is a very big male cat. I say this because about a week ago I got a letter from a local governmental agency, which shall remain nameless, saying “it has come to our attention that you have an unlicensed dog in your home” and threatening some sort of legal consequences.  

“Hmm,” I thought. Where did they get that idea. Then the proverbial light bulb illuminated: We had taken Max, our cat, into the local animal shelter for a free rabies shot.

Now Max is a very big boy. He weighs about 23 pounds and is about 36 inches long when he stretches out.

Does he look like a dog? I don’t think so.

So I called the number in the letter an assured them, as I pointed how incidentally I knew who had “ratted” us out, that we did not have a dog in this house.  But we have had Max for the past nearly 14 years.

Actually Max has had us – for as anyone with a cat knows, the cat is in charge.  We are basically his staff who cater to his every whim while he views us with detached interest. Every day it’s the same routine, we feed him, we let him up, we give him treats (when he indicates that it’s time), we pet him when he lets us, we feed him again, we go into the upstairs bath and turn on the tub so he can get a drink -always on his schedule-, and we end the day by feeding him. Yes, its clear he is in charge, not like dogs who basically flatter their owners and follow them around adoringly all day.

Cats do not do that.   Max can survive without us for several hours a day until its time for the staff to provide for his needs.

We did have a dog in Alaska: Niki, a Samoyed. She was a beauty.

The cutest and prettiest dog I ever had. Most of the ones I had as a kid were what we called mutts. Usually a mix of something like a collie and a beagle with all the worst characteristics of each breed. They basically were out door dogs who came and went in and out of our lives with great regularity. We never had a dog in the country as long as we have had Max for a variety of reasons.

Niki lived with us and was mostly  an indoor dog.  When we left Alaska she went to live with another family as we were being assigned to Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada. We knew that an Alaskan dog would not be happy there in the desert heat.

So why did I call Max my Dog Spot?

Well for those who have lived in the west you know about Cal Worthington a car dealer up and down the west coast in the 1970-1990s. Even in Alaska the ubiquitous Cal had a dealership.

Cal’s Dog Spot (courtesy of Wikipedia)

Each TV commercial began with Cal’s spiel, very similar to Michael Keaton’s Beetlejuice, that to make a deal he would stand on his head or eat a bug.  And it always had Cal with his dog Spot, which was variously an elephant, camel, horse, iguana, or any other type  animal, but never a dog.

Hmm I wonder if Cal’s son works at our local animal shelter?


For another story about a very BIG CAT see


Mascot 13 TFS



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Margaret Norvell – “True, Steady, Unfailing”

Margaret Norvell was a pioneer in American Life.

Born Margaret Celeste Dimitry Ruth, February 11 1860 in Washington D.C.  In 1883, she married Louis Gray Norvell, from a prominent St. Louis family. His brother Saunders Norvell was a very successful business man who was president of Remington Small Arms. Louis made some bad financial decisions and lost his fortune. He then became a light house keeper on the mouth of the Mississippi River on Deer Island at Head of Passes. When he drowned in a storm in 1891, trying to rescue boaters during a storm, Margaret took on his responsibilities as keeper. She served at the Head of Passes Light until 1896, the Port Pontchartrain Light (1896 to 1924) and the West End Light (1924 to 1932).  Margaret N News Clip

During a storm in 1903 that swept away every building, Margaret’s lighthouse provided shelter, there she cared for over 200 people who had been left homeless. Margaret later said that it was the most horrible experience of her career: “The pitiless rain came down ceaselessly, the wind howled about my lighthouse at Head of Passes and the water rose and lashed at the fastness of my home. I could look out into the swirling water and see people swept by and I was powerless to aid them.”

Dorothy Dix wrote in 1897: “Mrs. Norvell speaks of her decision [to become a light house keeper and dedication to duty] as nothing, though I think there is something heroic in the thought of a woman reared in every luxury settling herself to a life of hard work and isolation.” What Miss Dix did not say was that she also raised two small children and did it alone while doing her job in an exceptional manner.

Later again in 1926, when a small airplane crashed in Lake Pontchartrain, she battled terrible squalls for two hours in a small rowboat on the lake and rescued the survivor of the crash, a young naval aviator. Norvell served for 41 years with the U.S. Lighthouse Service.

To honor her service to our nation and dedication, the U.S. Coast Guard commissioned the cutter Margaret Norvell June 1, 2013 in New Orleans. The 156-foot patrol vessel was the fifth in the Coast Guard’s Sentinel class of “fast-response cutters.” About 55 of Margaret Norvell’s descendants attended.     Seal of the Coast Guard Cutter Margaret NorvellCutter Margaret Norvell






The motto of the cutter Margaret Norvell said it all: “TRUE STEADY UNFAILING.”

What better way to describe her.

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