Thursday, November 12, 2009

One of my favorite post from the past

Originally posted on Wednesday, November 01, 2006

This my response to my grandson’s homework questions

OK Folks, I have been on my soap box for the past few days and I need to take a break, I will finish the history lesson later but today I am going to ease up a little and talk about something more important, my grandson.


The photo shows my grandson trying to use "the Jedi Force" to keep the soccer ball out of the goal, this time it did not work, maybe because he was not in front of the goal. As I told you I like to share my life experiences with my grand kids. He had a homework assignment for grandparents day and he asked the following questions. I suspect he wanted short answers but some things just require more words.

1. What was your first job? This sounds like an easy question, but it is not. I was raised on a farm so farm work was really my first job. During WWII my father was in the Navy and gone for a long time, 1942-1945. During part of that time we lived on a dairy farm that belonged to my uncle. I learned to milk cows when I was 6 years old, we helped deliver the milk to stores and home customers, my brother, my cousin and I took turns going on the milk truck 6 days per week, I do not think I was ever paid. In 1946, after my father came home we had our own farm, there I learned how to plow cotton using a mule, later with a tractor. The first I remember being paid on the farm was for picking cotton on a neighbors farm in 1949 or 1950, $3.00 per 100 pounds. You had to be good to pick 100 pounds in a day, some adults could pick up to around 300 pounds in a day. The first regular job where I was paid regularly was clerk in a store at age 16, 1955, I earned 50 cents per hour.

2. What was the best thing you ever did? This is a hard question also, since I am almost 69 years old I have had a lot of wonderful experiences, the best would have to be when I married your Grandmother.

3. What was the most fun thing you ever did? Wow, that is really a hard question. We have had lots of fun in our lives, Disney, sea world, fishing, crabbing, and since we are retired we have traveled a lot, the best trip was a river cruse on the Danube river from Nuremberg Germany to Budapest Hungry.


4. What did I want to be when I grew up? A soldier, having lived through WWII I saw how much our soldiers were respected and loved, I was in high school for the Korean War and wanted to go but was too young, I did go to the Vietnam War.

5. Did you become that and if no, why? I did it, I was a soldier from 1960 to 1986.


6. Where was the best place you ever lived? Why? Hard one, I have lived in some cool places during the time I was in the Army. Germany, Okinawa, Vietnam, Korea, and lots of places in the USA.

I think my favorite place is on a mountain side in Podunk, Georgia, USA.

7. What is your best memory? I think I will give you one of my oldest memories, the way things were when I was about your age. My memory is from April, 1945, my father was in the Navy, we had not seen him for over two years. My mother worked in a small hospital in Duluth, Georgia. She came home from work early that day, got my brother and I cleaned up and dressed in out best Sunday clothes. We walked down the dirt street from our house to the railroad station. What we saw was thousands of folks standing along the dusty street by the railroad tracks. Most had sad expressions, some were openly crying. The train that carried the body of FDR from Warm Springs to Washington passed by, the good part of that memory is the love and respect that our elected officials were given. I hope you get to see the same thing in your lifetime but to be honest, I doubt that you ever will.

Today we have Air Force 1 for presidential travel. In FDR's day he had U.S. Car No.1 is the only private coach railroad car specifically designed for the president of the United States. The Pullman Company built the Ferdinand Magellan in 1928, and refurbished the car and presented it (dubbed U.S. Car No.1) to President Franklin D. Roosevelt on December 18, 1942.






8. Where is your least favorite place to live? Why? I think I would have to say Vietnam,not because that is a bad place, Vietnam is a wonderful country, but the conditions we lived in was not so good, if you were lucky you had a tent piled up with sandbags if you were not so lucky you slept in the jungle when you could sleep, or hopefully in a hole in the ground. It was war, I hope you never have to learn about that.


9. If you could buy anything in the world what would it be? Peace on earth.


10. If you could be anywhere in the world where would it be? Some where I haven't been. I want to see everything in the world.


11. Who is your favorite child? This is a trick question, I have a trick answer. I believe that a parent should not have a favorite, I believe all children should be loved equally, sometimes that is hard to do.

12. When did you get married? Jan 2, 1968. Just prior to going to Vietnam.

13. Who was the best friend you ever had and why? Another trick question. When you have lots of friends, it is hard to pick a very best. I think the short answer should be Russ, because he saved my life by sharing his experience, strength and hope when I needed it so desperately.

14. What is your favorite color? I do not think I have a favorite, I like nature and it is made up of all colors.


15. What is your favorite food? Hot biscuits with sausage gravy.

16. What is you favorite thing to say? "I love my grand kids".

17. Will you come see me? You bet, as soon as possible. I think you are coming to see me first, do you remember what is happening at Christmas time.

18. What question should I have asked you to learn more about you? What would the answer be?

a. Pop Pop will you tell me something?

b. You bet young man, what do you want to know.

19. What was you favorite Job? The following is not the answer I sent to my grandson, but after thought, it should have been. The last 11 years of my working life, I was General Manager of a manufacturing plant. I was lucky when I went to work there, I had a few Vietnamese working for me, when I retired 75% of the work force was Vietnamese, their work ethic convinced me to hire them. One American/Asian young man who did not know who his father was adopted me, I still get fathers day cards.

20. What was your least favorite job? KP (Kitchen Police) when I was a young soldier, it was a job that rotated among the soldiers. We worked for the cook.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

A Soldier's Letter



Dear Angela,


This is by far the most difficult letter I shall ever write; what makes it so difficult is that you’ll be reading it in the unhappy event of my death. You’ve already learned of my death. I hope the news was broken to you gently. God, Angie, I didn’t want to die. I had so much to live for; you were my main reason for living. You’re a jewel; a treasure. Please don’t hate the war because it has taken me. I’m glad and proud that America has found me equal to the task of defending it. Vietnam isn’t a far off country in a remote corner of the world. It is Sagamore, Brooklyn, Honolulu, or any other part of the world where there are Americans. Vietnam is a test of the American spirit. I hope I have helped in a little way to pass the test. The press, the television screen, the magazines are filled with the images of young men burning their draft cards to demonstrate their courage. Their rejection is of the ancient law that a male fights to protect his own people in his own land. Does it take courage to flaunt the authorities and burn a draft card? Ask the men at Dak To, Con Thien, or Hill 875: they’ll tell you how much courage it takes.


Most people never think of their freedom; they never think much about breathing either, or blood circulating, except when these functions are checked by a doctor. Freedom like breathing and circulating blood is part of our being. Why must people take their freedom for granted? Why can’t they support the men, who are trying to protect their lifeblood- Freedom?

WE MUST DO the job that God set down for us. It’s up to every American to fight for the freedom we hold so dear. We must instruct the young in the ways of these great United States; we mustn’t let them take these freedoms for granted.

I want you to go on to live a full, rich, productive life, Angie. I want you to share your love with someone. You may meet another man and bring up a family. Please bring up your children to be proud Americans. Don’t worry about me, Honey; God must have a special place for soldiers. I’ve died as I’ve always hoped, protecting what I do hold so dear to my heart.


We will meet again in the future. We will. I’ll be waiting for you that day. I’ll be watching over you Angie; and if it’s possible to help you in some way, I will. Feel some relief with the knowledge that you’ve filled my short life with more happiness than most men know in a lifetime.


The inevitable? Well, the last one: I love you with all my heart; and all my love for you will survive into eternity.


Your Joey


JOSEPH SANTORI
SGT - E5 - Army - Regular 101st Airborne Division Length of service 2 years His tour began on Jun 15, 1967 Casualty was on Apr 23, 1968 In THUA THIEN, SOUTH VIETNAM Hostile, died of wounds, GROUND CASUALTY GUN, SMALL ARMS FIRE Body was recovered

This video is dedicated to those who now reside of the black granite wall.



heroes



Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The saga of Hank and Lois (stolen from lois)

This is such a great story, I stole it from Lowdown form Lois.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Just for Sarge...

During my last cruise, Sarge asked me about the origin of my pseudonym (that's fancy talk for a fake name, my blog name, or an alias), Lois Grebowski. Here's a brief story about the birth of Hank and Lois.


Lois is the name of a family friend from when we lived in Philly. As a child, I called her "woe-diss." Every Lois I've met was a fun-loving, caring, gentle person who never met a stranger. Hank is a nickname that just sounded right for our last name Grebowski.


Let me just start by saying in real life we're newlyweds. I think it will be seven years this June (the years fly by so quickly). Hank grew up in a working class town west of Chicago. I grew up in well to do suburb of Toledo, Ohio. I was country club; he was neighborhood tavern. Yep, it was just like My Big Fat Greek Wedding when both families got together. Trust me. But that's a whole 'nother blog post!


Our last name originated through something Mike Ditka, famous past coach of the Chicago Bears said (I just kinda changed the spelling a bit):

"There are some teams named Smith and some named Grabowski.
We're Grabowskis."

Translation: The Grebwoskis are the loud, beer-drinking, bratwurst grilling face painters; the Smiths are the plaid blanket, chablis-drinking, and chicken salad croissant type of people (if you catch my drift).


And so we begin...
The February before our wedding we took a cruise to the Western Caribbean. It was hubby's first cruise ever. We were on the Voyager of the Seas (RCCL - sorry, Bee!) a few months after the inaugural cruise. Wanting hubby to get the full cruise experience, we did the dining room thing and we asked for a large table.

We were assigned to a table for six. There were two other couples besides us -- A handsome used car salesman from Switzerland and his young German mistress (she spoke no English), and the other couple (our age) from Chicago.


The Swiss gentleman (Thomas), was in his late 50, totally buff, impeccably dressed and looked like an interpol agent straight out of Robert Ludlum novel. He had very steely blue, piercing eyes... His mistress was a beautiful blonde (at least 20 year his junior), equally attired and bejeweled. Trust me this guy looked like an assassin, but he was sooooo nice!

Anyway, this couple from Chicago was just jabbering away about nothing. She ("Princess") kept whining about her Daddy buying the cruise, and that she was just stuck at this table with people she didn't know while her family dined elsewhere (maybe for a reason?). That the cabins were small, not nice enough, and no robes, etc. Her husband was dressed up like an admiral...LOL! He had on a navy crested sport coat and stuff... Looked ridiculous. All the while they were trying to be these ultra-swanky people... He owned a soup restaurant just off the miracle mile (yep... right!). They were quite annoying! I was over this mess.

At that moment, I gave hubby "the look" and introduced ourselves. I told them our names (Hank and Lois Grebowski) and mentioned that we were from Joliet, Illinois.
Note: to a moneyed Chicagoan, Joliet is not the most desirable place to be from (I picked the location from my favorite movie, Rudy). Knowing Joliet was a big union/skilled labor town, I promptly told them that I worked at the local union hall as a bookkeeper, and that hubby was a garbage man. To add insult to injury, I added that we won the cruise at the bowling alley. It was our honeymoon. Hank came into the hall one day from his truck a few months before, and it was love at first sight! That was how we met.


I wish you could have seen Princess' face! OMG, it was just utter disgust! Like she felt dirty or ate poop. Pay no mind that hubby, Thomas and his mistress were all talking (Hubby in German!) about places they had in common. Princess and the admiral just couldn't see past their noses...too wrapped up in their own snobbish world to really know the truth.


Let's just say there was a sweet couple from Oman in their place at the table the next day. We were all quite pleased Princess and the Admiral finally got to dine with Daddy (grin).

And Hank and Lois Grebowski were born.


Hubby's family still gets a kick out of our nicknames. But my family still hasn't totally embraced it yet. It really puzzles people who've known me a long time.


I'll just say that many years ago (in my mid-30s) I had a life-changing experience and no longer give a flying rip about what people think of me. I used to be so caught up in keeping up appearances so much that it ruled my life. And thankfully, I now have taken control and have a firm grip on reality (at least I think I do... hahahahahaha).


So, Sarge, this post is dedicated to YOU!


Hope I did it proud! :-D)

Monday, November 9, 2009

Flat Cats keeping an eye on the old sarge

"Die Mauer ist gefallen!"

We welcome change and openness; for we believe that freedom and security go together, that the advance of human liberty can only strengthen the cause of world peace. There is one sign the Soviets can make that would be unmistakable, that would advance dramatically the cause of freedom and peace. General Secretary Gorbachev, if you seek peace, if you seek prosperity for the Soviet Union and eastern Europe, if you seek liberalization, come here to this gate. Mr. Gorbachev, open this gate. Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!



Twenty years ago, when the Berlin Wall came tumbling down, first metaphorically and then literally.


In 1961 while assigned to the Berlin Command, I watched the wall being built. It was a scar of the face of the earth.