I was
the first child of John Henry Meierdierck and wife Ida Getto.
I had an older brother Victor Elliot but it has
never been ascertained who his father was. The only rumor that
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The four Meierdierck
boys: L-R: Hank, George, Wilbur, Victor |
I ever heard was
that his fathers name was Miller. Nobody in the family ever brought
the subject up. I think that he was adopted by my mother and father
when they were married. I know of no documents or conversations
that would corroborate this premise. It was obvious that he was
not the son of my father. His features and swarthy darkened
skin were very different than that of myself and my twin brothers,
George Calvin and Wilbur John, who were 4 years younger than me.
Census reports verify this premise; although I do have a photo
of my father holding Victor when he was very young? Most of my family
and my forebearer's history can be found in Jays 'Biography of
the Meierdierck family' so you will have to revert to that document
for the details.
I
think that I was a pretty good-looking baby and since my mother
wanted a girl, I had long blonde curls
and I guess that I was dressed in dresses until I got too
old to do that. They also entered me in several Baby Parades on the boardwalk at Asbury Park, N.J. but I
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Hank at 3 years
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don't know if I ever won any
prizes. We also have a photo of me in a pongee suit taken at Long
Beach L.I. N.Y. when I was about 6 years old. I kept my wavy hair
until I went into the service and it has been short ever since. The
only 'Wave' today is my hair waving good-bye.
Early in my life my Mother used to call me 'Henry
The Great.' During the ensuing years this was contorted to sound
like 'Henry The Eighth'. [Henry the VIII] This stuck and became a part
of the Meierdierck genealogy and particularly when it was determined
that my father, grand father, and my great grandfather all were named
John Henry Meierdierck. Well, today we refer to my son John [Jay] as IX
his son John as X and my great grandson John [Jake] as XI.
We use Roman numerals on correspondence, Xmas gifts and in general conversation.
One day as Jake [XI] was having breakfast with his
dad, he queried him with this profound question. 'Dad, when I get
married will I have to share my roman numerals?.' Another profound
statement by I think, my grandson Gregory was ' Mom, It's a
good thing that our skin and bones grow at the same time'.
For several summers I stayed with my cousin, Billy Wasmer
and his Mother Helene [my fathers sister] in their apartment in Brooklyn.
They weren't very wealthy but we managed to go to auto races, movies
etc. When we moved to the Adirondacks, Billy came up and spent the
summer with us. I also made several trips on the train from Newark
New Jersey to Long Beach, Long Island, N.Y. to visit my Aunt Mateel.
She had a cottage on the beach and several houses that she rented out
in the summer. She was fairly rich and very intelligent.
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Mom and Dad at
Long Beach, NY |
I learned many social
manners while visiting my Aunt Mateel [Matilda] in Long Island.
Only once did it backfire! I was at the dinner table with the
family and relatives and the adults insisted that I eat my spinach.
I tried and I did get it to stay in my stomach for a few seconds
and then, that was the end of everyone's eating for the night. Interesting
times but I was only eight years old .
When people hear my vocal ability, they will
find it hard to believe that I actually was paid to sing in a choir
as a boy soprano. The pay was 10 cents for carfare to go to practice
and if we sang at a funeral or wedding we got $1. A princely
sum in those days. I'll agree that I can't, and never could, carry
a tune or hit any notes correctly. I used to kind of mouth the words.
To save the carfare I would wear my skates and hang on the back of
trolley cars or buses. A very dangerous game, but so was life
in Newark N.J. in those days. The church where I sang was Grace Episcopal
Church on Broad St. in downtown Newark. A good seven or eight miles
from my house at 761 S 14th St. near Avon Ave.
During my early grammar school days I also
had a part in several operettas. I don't remember which ones. Once
I was called upon to recite poetry. The only one that I remember,
partially, goes something like this: 'I ain't afraid of snakes or
toads or bugs or worms or mice, and things that girls are fraid of,
I think are awful nice. I'm pretty brave I guess but then, I hate to
go to bed cause when I'm tucked in warm and snug and all my prayers
are said', Memory fails me at this spot.
My hangout was in the candy store on the corner
of 15th St. and Avon Ave. and sometimes with the gang at 19th St.
and Springfield Ave. There were no drugs or liquor, but lots of talk
and a pinball machine. That's where my money went. There wasn't
a playground nearby except at Madison Ave. school, which I had
attended in the 7th and 8th grade. There also was Weequahic Park
about 6 blocks away. In the park was a small lake and we used to go
there and fish for goldfish. When we caught one we would try to keep
it alive to put in a very small pond in our back yard. It was a fast
run to get the fish into the pond. We actually were able to save a few.
While in grammar school, [Madison Ave, Jr, High
on 17th st. and Madison Ave. in Newark, N.J.] I was very short and
light. During our graduation exercises we made some human pyramids
and being the smallest, I was on top. I think that we only went three
high but during practice I fell headfirst towards the mat. Our gym
teacher, a Mr. Ceres caught me in mid air and saved me from a possible
broken neck. At graduation all went off as planned.
Most of our playing was in the street. We played
stickball, similar to baseball but we used a rubber ball and an
old broomstick for a bat. We also played Dodgem and Knuckleaire,
Hide and Seek, Kick the Can and a few more, and all in the middle
of 14th St. Another dangerous place, a block away, was a series of
garages and a burlap bag processing company. They used to store
bales of bags up to 30 ft. high and it was great sport to climb in and
over the bales.
In my room I had a crystal radio set. To operate
it I would wear headphones, scratch a thin wire across a crystal
and hear radio programs. Very primitive but it was fun for an
inquisitive mind. One day Dad brought home a large cabinet
radio. It was a Westrad and had a large circular dial that showed a depiction
of the world. We could pick up short-wave programs with it.
There were few radio shows but some of the family
favorites were Amos and Andy, [two colored comedians], The Shadow,
[a mystery show] and on Sunday, the Father Coughlin talk show.
These were the most popular programs of those days.
I attended South Side High School [now Malcolm X]
and I had to walk about 5 to 6 miles each way. It was a pretty
wild place with the student body about 95% black. Discipline was
almost nil but I managed to graduate in June 1938. My school
activities were very minimal due to my having to work in grocery stores
in the afternoons and deliver papers very early in the morning.
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Our home at 761
S. 14th St., Newark, N.J. |
On Dec. 7th, we were all at
home on 14th St. [Note: This was owned by my Grandmother Getto
and when she passed away, my Mother inherited the house] when
we heard the news of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.
My older brother Victor worked
at the shipyard and he was deferred from military service,
the two twins signed up at once. George went to the Marines and
was in seven initial assaults in the South Pacific while Wilbur
went into the Navy and was assigned as a guard on transport ships.
I joined the Army Air Force, as I will relate in more detail,
later on.
The house on 14th St. was heated
by a coal furnace in the cellar and a little coal 'pot stove'
next to it, for hot water. We would buy the coal from trucks that
would drive in from Pennsylvania and I think we paid about 15 dollars
a ton. Later we changed to coke and finally my Mother put in
an oil burner. This was a lot cleaner and a hell of a lot less
work. I don't know where she got the money to keep the house going
but somehow she managed. She even had asbestos siding put on the
house. During the war she had two gals boarding on the third floor
and later on, a man lived in the back bedroom on the second floor.
Some time later she met a Jack Barret and they were
married. He died in a few years and soon after that
she met a Walter Pofahl and they too were married. He also passed
away shortly thereafter.
Several times she was robbed. Once in the alley along
side of the house and once in the house where she was roughed up a
bit. When Millie and I were settled in Virginia, we had her move in
with us. I sold the house for her for $7500, furnished. There was no
way that we could keep it in that neighborhood. When I would
drive up from Washington D.C. to inspect the house, I would pass by and look
at it, then park, and then take a loaded shotgun out of the car and walk
all around the house and when I opened the door I would put the gun in
front of me before I went from room to room. The reason for these
precautions was that they would break in the house to rip the copper
pipes out of the walls and sell it for scrap.
The house had three stories with a living room, dining
room and kitchen on the first floor, three small bedrooms and bath
on the second and two bedrooms on the third. As you progressed
in age and your brothers left, you moved upwards until you were alone
in the third floor back bedroom. As you may know, Newark gets very hot
and humid in the summer and New Jersey is noted for its mosquitoes.
Well, the screens in the house were either torn or didn't fit the windows
so we were all subject to their voracious appetite. I guess that one could
actually lose weight living in that kind of environment.
EARLY JOBS
It seems that I was always working. My first job was on a bread truck delivering bread and rolls in the early
morning. After the first week, the driver would not pay me. I told
my older brother Victor and he got some of his gang together and
collected for me.
My next job was delivering newspapers in the
early morning plus getting new subscribers and collecting during
the week. I picked up the papers at 5 AM, [about 5 miles from my house]
and delivered them. I must confess that the bread boxes outside
the delicatessen stores held fresh rolls and when it was cold and I
hadn't had any breakfast, they were very tasty. Then I would walk
home, walk to South Side high school, try to get new subscribers and
try to collect for my deliveries. Almost impossible since I had a route
in a poor neighborhood and people didn't have any money. Besides, a
crew of men would go into my territory and write up a bunch
of orders. I'd deliver all week and the people would say that they never
ordered the paper. Life wasn't easy in those days.
My next jobs were in the National and A. & P.
grocery stores. I worked behind the counter and made up orders.
We didn't have any bags or boxes, only brown paper and string. It was
a real challenge to wrap a large order up in paper and tie it together
so that the customer could carry it out of the store. Many times
the paper tore before I could get it off the counter. Great fun!.
Some of the tricks of the grocery trade, so that
the inventory would come out even were, butter came in large tubs
and we dug it out and weighed it on a balance scale. We always set the
scale at 15 oz. The same with cheese that came in big rolls.
We ground coffee from beans. The trick here was to pour the beans in
the grinder, turn it on and, after a couple seconds, put the bag under
the spout. Later on we would sweep all the collected grounds together
and sell it by the pound as 'Just Ground' coffee.
The most interesting scam was selling eggs. Eggs
were advertised at about six different grades that sold for
[I cant remember the exact amount] 11, 13, 15 or 17 cents a dozen
plus brown and cracked eggs. When a customer wanted cracked
eggs, I would go in the back room and gently crack a dozen of
11 cent eggs ]and sell them for 14 cts.
All this time I was attending South Side High School
[now called Malcolm X H.S.] and I never had time for sports, extra
curricular clubs or any school activities. So it goes!.
As soon as I graduated from high school in June,
1938, I was able to get a job as messenger and runner at the Federal
Shipbuilding and Dry Dock Co. in Kearny N.J, I used to take the mail,
blueprints in packages and long tubes, two briefcases etc., to various
offices in New York city. If I had to deliver an exceptionally large
check or something very valuable, I would have a car and driver
take me over.
On one of my first trips, I was loaded with lots
of blueprints, briefcases, tubes over my shoulder etc, and was trying
to get on a very crowded subway. I wasn't having much luck getting
to the door and the guy behind me said 'Are you going to get on? '
I said that I was trying. He said -'Lets go' and gave me a big shove and
I was on the train. Later, I was assigned to a warehouse in Jersey
City and was in charge of all the files in the warehouse. A dirty but
very interesting position as I was working with an outside storage company
and was on my own.
I also worked in the accounts payable office for
awhile at nights preparing the incoming bills for payment the next
day. I met my first boss, Robbie Robinson and although he has recently
passed away, I still write to and visit his wife in Florida.
I guess that I was a pretty wild young man
at the shipyard and probably harassed all the gals in the accounting
department. At the office Christmas party, about five of the girls
circled me and started to kiss me. I did not know that each had
put on a thick application of lipstick and when they were finished,
I was a complete RED mess.
My buddy, Bob Bennis and I used to go to a roller skating
rink in an amusement park named Olympic Park in Irvington N.J., about
ten miles from my house. Of course, in those days our funds were always
limited. Well, this one night we met two nice looking girls. We talked
it over and decided that we could afford to buy three beers and one
Tom Collins and still have carfare home. The game was that Bob would
go to the men's room, I would take the gals to the bar and order three
beers. Bob would come out and say 'Oh, I see you are all having a beer,
I think that I'll have a Tom Collins'. So, off he went to the men's
room. I asked the gals to go to the bar with me and when we got
there I said 'What will you have?'. They both said Tom Collins. I had
a beer, Bob had a beer and we had to walk home.
This amusement park also had a very large swimming
pool where I spent a lot of time. At the pool edge was a jukebox.
We fed in nickels and danced barefooted on the very rough concrete.
You can imagine the wear and tear on the soles of our feet, particularly
after doing many jitterbug dances. Ella Fitzgeralds 'A tisket A
tasket' was our favorite tune.
Over on tenth avenue in Newark, in the Italian section,
enormous Pizzas sold for a dollar and they were large enough to
feed three guys and their dates It was a lot of fun to drive over
there whenever we could scrape up enough money to pay for one. Another
favorite spot to take dates was to Stars Long Bar in Jersey City where
one could buy a Tom Collins for ten cents.
During this growing up period I was earning $55
a month, which I gave to my Mother, so you can see that I had very
little to spend on a date, let alone keep a car going. Somehow I
was able to do both.
The family on my fathers side consisted of himself and two sisters,
Helene Wasmer who lived in Brooklyn N
Y and who had one son named William or
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Hank's Dad and Family. L-R:
Aunt Helene Wasmer, Uncle George Protzman, Brother Victor, Cousin Wm.
Wasmer, his Grandmother Meta Meierdierck, Hank in hat, brother George,
his mom and his dad. Bottom Photo depicts Hank's mom, dad, Uncle George,
Grandma, and Aunt Helene |
Billy and Matilda
Protzmann, and who lived in Long Beach. Long Island, N. Y.
Matilda seemed to have all the money. I think a lot of it came from
her Mothers {Meta} inheritance. I visited Matilda several times at
the beach. She also came to visit Millie and I when we lived in Virginia.
We thought that she was coming for the weekend but she brought 13 pieces
of luggage and stayed months.
My Aunt Mateel was a very exceptional woman.
She was a world traveler and a brilliant Real Estate Manager.
At eleven years old she managed the Meierdierck Rock Cellar brewery
when her father passed away. Married a very well known painter
[George Protzmann] who taught at the New York School of Art. She
was once engaged to an Archduke of Austria. She was cataloguing
an enormous collection of antiques for a friend in New York
when he passed away, after being hit by a subway train. There was
a four column obituary in the New York Times and he was heralded
as 'The Bard of Broadway.' She was a woman of many and varied talents
and always very interesting to be with but also very domineering.
She constantly had nosebleeds and used
to pack her nose with gauze to stop the blood. In those days, we
didn't realize that she had very high blood pressure.
Some years later I got a letter from her asking me to come up
from Va. to see her as she had some important things to tell
me. I went to Long Beach but couldn't find her. I talked to the Postmistress
and she wouldn't tell me her address but suggested that I go to
a certain address and look. I did just that and found her in a private
nursing home. She had had a stroke, couldn't talk and just lay there.
She stayed that way for 13 years and there went the family fortune
down the drain.
After she died and the will was settled
[ I was co-executor with her lawyer ] it ended up that I and my
two brothers received about $10,000 each plus some jewelry for the
gals. Such is life.
One of the tragedies of this happening
is that a few years before, she had given me two paintings, Christmas
Morn and Christmas Eve. I never got them and they were sold at an
estate sale.
Also missing was her collection of paintings
and antiques. It was thought that she had built a false wall
in her house at 315 West Olive Street. We actually drove her to
the spot but she refused to reveal whether they were hidden there.
My own belief is that her lawyer stole them.
Some of the few things that I do have
from the family are two antique plates, some very large WW I
books in rotogravure and several large books on women's fashions.
But we must continue. Although my Grandparents
were well off, my father was poor all of his life. His total assets
were 3 cents when he passed away very suddenly at home one night,
at the age of 48. He probably died from a heart attack although the
Doctor diagnosed it as acute indigestion?.
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Hank's dad, his mom, and nephew
Billy |
He was tall, 6 ft. 1 in. with thin
red hair and loved the outdoors. At one time during his youth,
he went West searching for gold but never did make a strike. In
fact, he was out west when his father passed away.
Dad didn't
have a very happy marriage and I remember his many arguments
with Mom. Whose fault? My mother was a hard person to get along
with when she was married. Domineering might be a good word
for her too.
Dad tried selling used cars but in the depression, nobody was
buying. To survive, every morning we would go to the German
bakery on 15th St. and Avon Ave. and get a dozen of day old sugar
buns for breakfast. We also were able to get some food on credit
at two nearby Jewish delicatessens. Also one of our staple meals was
bread with gravy on it. To supplement my diet I would buy a roll with
cheese on it for a nickel at the corner deli and a Pepsi, also for a
nickel.
Three blocks up Avon Ave. was a small Italian store that had
a grill and sold hot dogs with all the trimmings, like onions, peppers
and a half loaf of round bread for 5 cents and a sausage sandwich
for 10 cents. They were huge and sufficed for a meal.
My Dad died a few years later, when I was 17 years old and I
never will know how we all managed to grow up. This event precluded
my being able to attend collage [there were no government loans
in those days] but I did manage to get three credits by going to
night school. George and Wilbur joined the service when they were 16,
Victor had gotten married and worked in the Federal Shipbuilding and
Drydock Co.
Backing up a little, before the depression came my Dad had a
tire store on Mulberry St. in Newark where he sold Schenuit tires.
He had one colored man as his helper named Shorty. He worked very
hard at this but was never very successful. I think that there
are a couple photos around of him in the store. One of his customers
was the Somerset Bus Co. that owed him a lot of money that he never
did collect. He also would load up his car with tires and go to the Farmers
Market and sell and install tires at night. He tried hard all of his life
but had very limited success.
He was very strict as far as dress and manners were concerned.
I had to have the top button of my shirt buttoned before I could
leave the house. Table manners were very important too. Hats off,
break your bread, cut your meat, wait for everybody to be ready to eat
before starting, etc,. One of my pet peeves till this day is the lack
of manners in today's youth, including my whole family. But times change
and so do standards but I know that the lack of clean dress and good
manners will close a lot of doors, conversely, advancement comes with
dress, manners, cleanliness and knowledge. A word to the wise, Grand Kids!.
In those days we kids had white painters jackets on which we
inscribed sayings, pictures and all sorts of graffiti. My Dad
didn't like my wearing this and threw it in the furnace several times,
luckily it was summer time and I was able to retrieve it and sneak
it out of the house.
HANKS MOM
My Mothers family was named GETTO and they lived in Hillside
N.J. We visited them when I was very young, but as the years
passed, so did our very
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Mom and brother George in back
yard on 14th St. |
young, but as the years
passed, so did our contacts. Jays genealogy will give you their
names and a few facts concerning them. I do know that her mother
and father are buried in the cemetery on Lyons Ave in Union N.J.
The plot and small tombstone can be seen from outside the fence.
As my Mother was getting older, it became obvious that she needed
someone to care for her needs. She came to live with Millie and
I and Millie assumed the burden. Hank's mother was fun to have around
and she could take good care of herself. I had her declared as my
dependent. Her only income was a very small social security check.
We moved to England and decided to have her come over and live with
us. The Air Force flew her over to Burtonwood, Eng. and I flew up in
General Blanchards [Commander, 7TH Air Division] plush airplane to
pick her up. Lou Garvin came along as my co-pilot.
At Burtonwood we met the incoming transport
and escorted her directly to this beautiful shiny C-47 with a paneled interior.
She was the only passenger.
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Hank's Mother
arriving in London
on General Blanchard's C-47 |
After we got her baggage aboard and
took off, I went back to talk with her. She called me close and
whispered in my ear, 'Henry, did you steal this airplane?'
She stayed with us for several years and attended all
the social functions with us. After several of these, she asked Millie
'What should I say when people talk to me and I don't understand the
conversation? ' Millie told her to smile and say 'OH'. This worked wonders.
Later on we took her on a trip to Germany. Grandma could
speak German but after living in N.J. for so long, she had acquired
a Jewish accent. We visited many cities and took a boat ride up the
Rhine river, got off in a small town, did some wine tasting [Grandma
never touched a drop] and then took a coach back to Wiesbaden.
The seating on the bus was
as follows. Two German ladies together, in front of them, one of
the ladies husband and my Mother then in the next seat
behind the ladies, Millie and I, Grandma was quite excited to
be in Germany and was trying out her German on the man seated next
to her. Remember she was about 75 years old and the man about
30. Finally the wife could not contain herself and said 'Ich denka
diesen frau habben su viel su trinken' [I know that my German is spelled
incorrectly] meaning ' I think this lady is drunk and is trying
to steal my husband'. We all had a good laugh over the incident.
Grandma stayed with us in England until she heard, don't ask
me how, that a man that she had dinner with once, was dating her
girlfriend. She was on the next plane to the USA and married him a
few months later. Unfortunately, he passed away a few years after
that and Grandma was back with us. By then we were living in Albany Georgia
and were assigned to Turner AFB.
After about six years in this assignment, we all left Albany
GA. [See Military History for details on Albany Ga.] in a new cheap
two door Chevy and headed for Calif. In this small car was myself,
Millie, Grandma, Jay, Gail, Vicki in a basket and Nicodemus our boxer
dog. We all squeezed in and somehow we made it. We also towed a small
luggage trailer filled with Christmas presents. When we arrived in Riverside,
Ca. I drove by the house that I had bought, to show it to all the family
and as we were looking at it, the moving van pulled up with our household
effects.
Some years later we moved to Vienna Va. and then to Las
Vegas NV. She was with us all that time but in Las Vegas she fell
and broke a hip, and then later on, did it again and was confined to
a wheelchair. An impossible burden for Millie or me, so we entered her
in a Nursing home. Here her mind began to fail. I think she had Alzheimer's
disease. A short while later, at 89 years old, she had many medical
problems and was being kept alive in a hospital on life support systems.
I called all three brothers and explained to them what her health problems
were. All three volunteered their opinion and suggested that I withdraw
the life support systems. She is buried in the Meierdierck family plot
in Flower Hill Cemetery in Jersey City N.J.
CARS
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1931 Model A
Ford
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1929 Model A
Ford
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During
my youth, I was the one in our group that always had a car. I
owned 13 various models of the 1929 through 1931 Model A Fords. Some very
sporty convertibles and some plain sedans, The junk value for a Model A
was $10 each and a used one cost $20, so when you had a problem, junk
the car and buy another.
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1931 Model
A Ford |
Many
times the car sat idle since I was out of
gasoline or money to buy some. We would all chip in our coins to buy
gasoline which sold for '11 gallons for one dollar'. If we didn't have any money, we would
walk past our favo rite station [Z-80 on Springfield
avenue near 16th St.] with a long look on our face. The owner would call
to us and say, 'I know you are out of money. Push it around and I'll give
you a few gallons'. One of my cars had a cretonne
interior roof and another one had a very leaky roof so that when
I took my mother for a ride, she had to hold an umbrella over her
head.
A couple of my friends had motorcycles
and in 1938, we decided to go to the Indianapolis races. Four
of us went on two motorcycles. The trip west was uneventful but
fun and very interesting for city boys. We had 'Infield' seats and
it was very difficult to follow the race. All you heard was the
cars going by, It was hot and really not much fun.
Our travel rule
was that we would only drive by day and in dry weather. On the
way home one bike slid on the white dividing line and the riders
were both bruised. Then in the rain, we slid into an intersection
and were broadsided by a new convertible car driven by a young man with three gals as passengers.
He was probably showing them how fast the car could accelerate.
I flew through the air about 69 feet and hit a steel girder with
my head. I don't remember a thing after that till I got home. All four
of us were a mess what with the bruises, scrapes and overall fatigue
but we made it 'alive' to Newark N.J. FUN ???
I taught my good friend Bob Bennis to drive
his first car, a 1930 Chevrolet. We drove down Springfield Ave
near our house, and he knocked down six white horses. Luckily they
were construction horses and not live ones. I think that he has
done much better since then because I recently talked to him and he
is still alive.
My all time favorite car was a 1935 Ford Cabriolet. It had side
curtains to keep the rain
and cold out and glass wings for wind deflection. Guess I've owned
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1935 Ford Cabriolet |
at least one of each manufacturer,
Ford, Chevrolet etc, and yes, even a Kaiser and Fraser. One of
the better models is a 1990 Mercury Grand Marquis. 13 years old and
only 48000 miles on it and never in for repairs. {until recently}
I worked at the Federal Shipyards, in Kearny, N.J. One Saturday,
I was driving my 1935 Ford Phaeton convertible, 'REAL CLASS',
with the roof down, a small bag on the seat next to me and going
quite fast along the open back roads near the shipyard in Kearny N.J.
I kept hearing a loud noise, like a scream or whistle. I looked in
my rear view mirror and there was a large black sedan right on my
rear bumper.
I pulled over and four men jumped out with drawn guns and surrounded
my car. They asked me questions and checked my ID. After they
were satisfied that I was OK, they explained that there had been
a payroll robbery close by and they thought that I was the getaway
car. They said that if I hadn't stopped then, that they were
going to shoot out my tires and I had just put on four new white
walls.
During my career in the Air Force, I had received orders to
transfer to Panama and to report to the Navy docks in New Orleans
for transportation to Panama. On the way to New Orleans, I was
driving a 1938 Pontiac coupe. I had planned to sell it in New Orleans
but it gave me so much trouble on the way down, that I decided to get
rid of it. Several cylinders were missing badly, the radio wouldn't
work, and several other irritants. I gave some guy a ride and when I
had a flat, he helped me change it but I left my overcoat by the side
of the road, etc, etc. Things were piling up. The engine miss was so
bad that I had to disconnect a spark plug wire to make the engine run
more smoothly. I probably had a frozen valve.
Then I saw a sign that said 'Cash for your car' In I went. We
bargained and he noticed the loose spark plug wire. I said 'So
that's my problem but I still want to sell it and if you take me to
the train station in your car, I'll sell it to you'. 'He said OK'
He paid me in cash, about $199 more than I had paid for it a few weeks
earlier, and off I went. I sent Millie most of the money. I stayed in
New Orleans for about a week but I can't remember what I lived on.
We once bought a beautiful black Studebaker that had been in
storage for years. I forget what year it was but probably a 1938
PRESIDENT.. It was a great car until one day the big left side door
fell off. I was able to repair that but then the gear shift, which
was activated by a vacuum system, would stick in gear, sometimes
in reverse, I decided to trade it and found a dealer that would swap.
{You never can beat a dealer when trading cars } The deal was
that I would deliver it. Enroute to the dealers the shift stuck in third
and would not go into reverse so I drove around the dealers area till
I found a parking spot that I could drive into and not have to put it
into reverse. He came out looked at the car and we settled the deal and
again I didn't want to get into my old car again. We took the new one
and left as fast as we could.
During the war there were no automobiles being built and when
they did
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Millie, Jay
and Gail in 1951 Kaiser |
start production, the dealers made you pay a premium under the table. I needed
a car and I had a chance to buy a maroon Kaiser. It turned out
to be a pretty good car and looked great. Some years later I traded
it for a Frazer which we took to Panama. This one wasn't too good.
Millie was driving this Frazer in Colon, Rep. Of Panama one day
when the transmission became stuck in low gear. Luckily an Airman
was near and offered to unstick it for her. Meanwhile, of course,
traffic is building up and drivers are getting agitated. Then a bunch
of kids were climbing on the roof and hood. This didn't phase Millie,
she merely put it in gear, hit the accelerator and they all went flying.
GOOD GIRL
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story of cars would not be complete without the tale of my 1935
Austin 10. An Austin is a British car that, in the four door model
that I owned, looks like a 1930 Model A Ford. Visualize that and then
squeeze it in half, and squeeze it in half again. I bought it in England
soon after I arrived. We drove it on several trips through England and
enjoyed the novelty of it.
The Officers Club at High Wycombe was at the top of a very steep
hill. There was a good road up to the top but one evening
after Happy Hour [Martinis yet ] I decided to try the 'back road'
down the hill. This really wasn't a road but more of a path.
My vehicle was very narrow so we started down. Remember, this car
had mechanical brakes, not hydraulic, and when the pedal was pushed
very hard, the connecting rods would bend and the brakes would not
stop a Kiddie Kar.
Down we went thinking it was great fun. At the bottom was a
main highway and they were having a parade of some sort and this
vehicle was not going to stop. My only recourse, other than hitting
something, was to jump the curb, ride the sidewalk for a hundred
feet or so, behind a utility pole and back onto the street in front
of the parade. Now we were the laughing leaders. Whew!!
A few weeks later our Turquoise and white 1955 Olds convertible
with a white top arrived and now we had the best 'Sports 'car
in England. It attracted attention wherever we went. Our neighbor
referred to it as the 'Ugly Barge ' She even complained
that the sunlight reflecting from it was giving a glare to her
front room.
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1955 Olds Conv. in UK
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1960 Austin Healey Sprite
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While stationed in
England, I purchased the 60th Austin Healy
Sprite that was built. It was white and a real beauty to drive.
Millie and I were able to take trips in it without the kids since
it only had two seats. It came with a one year warranty and when that
was almost up, I took it to the factory for a few repairs. I complained that it was
a little noisy.
The gentleman that took it and me for a test drive explained ' But sir, you
are sitting amongst the works, you know' He also gave me a demonstration
of gear shifting by putting the engine at 3000 RPM and going up and
down the range of gears.
We brought this car to Oxnard Ca. and that
was where Gail learned to drive. She had done something ridiculous
with the car and I grounded her for a month. At the end of that
period, I took her for a check ride and she did very well. Mildred
and I had to go to Los Angeles the next day and Gail wanted to use
the car. O K.
When we returned, a neighbor met us and told us of a crash but
that the girls were O K, just shaken up a little. What had happened
was that Gail over controlled the car and it went into a sideslip
and then rolled. The girls didn't have their seatbelts on but this was
a rare case where that saved their lives. When the car flipped, Gail
fell out the door and her girlfriend slid down to the floor. IF they had
had their seatbelts on, they probably would have been decapitated when
the car slid along upside down.
Being the Fighter Group Director of Operations,
I could drive over the runways and anyplace on the base. Also the
Squadron decided to harass me and while I was up flying, they carried
the car into the briefing room and put it up on the stage. Well,
to get them to bring it down for me I threatened to call an alert every
couple hours and they would have had to return to the base. I soon
found the car in its normal parking place.
At present, 2003, we own a 1993 Ford F250 with 164,000 miles on
it [on this round the USA trip I had to put a rebuilt motor in it
for $6500] and a 1990 Mercury Gran Marquis with only 40,000 miles,
and I don't plan to trade either one.
I guess that I first met Millie while we were both attending
South Side High
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Hank and Millie
circa 2000 |
School in Newark N.J. Although we previously had attended several grammar schools
at the same time, we really never met till South Side. Our dating
was very sporadic due to my working and the distance to her house.
We did get to attend some parties at her girlfriends house, played
Post Office, Spin the bottle and a few other kissing games. There
was no drugs, liquor or sex at these affairs. Guess we didn't know
anything about them.
We used to skip school [High School] and go to a movie and did
a little sleighing and ice skating. We didn't get serious till
a long time later. There were lots of hazards to the romance like very
little money, step fathers dislike of Millie. [He even went so far
as to loan me his station wagon to drive to the Jersey shore for
weekends if I didn't take Millie.] There were times when I was at her
house for a little kissing session and he would shout from upstairs
that it was time for me to leave. So it went.
She lived in Orange N.J., about 15 miles away from
my house. After I would kiss her goodnight, my car would not start,
so I would have to walk all the way home. The next morning one of my
friends would drive me back to get my car, and it would start right
away, A mystery that I have never been able to solve. We double
dated with several couples that we still keep in contact with
at this late date. On our round the country trip in 2002, we visited
both couples. The Haase, Al and Florence, live in Ft Meyers Fl and
the Bennis, Bob and Emily live in Altamonte Springs, Florida. Both
couples are in very good health and I think that after almost 60 years
of marriage, that it is somewhat of a record that we six are still HERE
and still enjoy each other.
One of the local fellows was a guy named
Lenny Kohlhofer, kind of a weirdo. He had a car and if we needed
a ride or to be picked up after a late date [if we didn't have our
own car] we would call Lenny and he would come and get us and charge
only 10 cents. The same as the carfare, this was a heck of a good deal.
Lenny was also very frugal!!
One new years eve Bob and Emily and Millie and I and Lenny,
in his car, went to the Rainbow Room at the Main Central Hotel
in Asbury Park N.J. [A good 60 miles away ] Well, Lenny drove since
we were going to drink and after a great evening, we let Lenny pay
the tab, which we would divide up later. We couldn't believe our
ears when he told us the cost. How he did it I don't know but I think
that we each only paid about six dollars for a great New Years Eve.
Millie and I were dating, on and off. Seems
we would have a date, then things would get estranged and I wouldn't
see her for a week or so. I'd call and we'd try again. The
Jewish man that owned the candy store [whose name was Herman]
where I hung out always said 'Hank, you are going to marry Millie.'
When Millie's Mother died, I borrowed a BIG
1935 Buick to use to pick up some of her relatives. It almost ended
in disaster. I had two or three of them in the car and going
about 35 miles per hour when I went across an intersection that had
a big dip. We all hit the ceiling but I was able to maintain control
and we went safely on, although a bit shook up..
In October 1942 I left to go into the Army Air Force and we
were still not too serious. Millie got along great
with my Mother and would come and stay with her when it was a little
late or if she didn't want to go to her grandmothers, where she
was living.
When I was commissioned a Second Lieutenant with gold bars and
silver wings, I was able to come home on leave. Even then we didn't
talk of marriage but we did spend a lot of that time together.
A friend of mine loaned me his new blue Mercury convertible
to use during my leave time. Millie was working at the Prudential
Insurance Co. in Newark. There were 10,000 gals working in that
building. One sunny day I came down to pick up Millie and the policeman,
a friend of ours, let me park right at the front entrance. I had
the roof down, dressed in my officers summer tan uniform with the
bars and wings and here came all the gals from the office. I received
many inviting glances but I remained firm and waited for Millie to
emerge.
After my leave, I left Newark to go to Fighter School, flying
P-47 Thunderbolts, in Ft. Meyers FL.. We corresponded frequently
but nothing final. As Millie tells it, I called one day and said ' I'm
tired of this. Either quit your job tomorrow and come on down and get
married or forget it ' She quit her job the next day and took the train
to Florida.
Her trip down is another story but when she arrived in all the
Florida heat, and the messy pancake makeup on her legs, tired
from the long trip by train and bus, her first words to me, when she
saw that I had a mustache, were 'Shave it off'
Millie had a room in the Royal Palm hotel and since all the
pilots were restricted to the base, she had to come out to Page
Field to see me. There was no Officers Club or recreational building
so we got to sit on a bench on the flight line and let the mosquitoes
feed on us.
Getting a marriage license and the
blood tests were easy but to get a minister to wed us was a different
story. It seems that the only minister was off on a trip
but was due to come in that weekend. Another couple that was waiting
for him had been there for four days. Well he finally did show up and
we were wed. A couple that we knew in the Army stood up for us and
all was well.
Our ritual is that we are all up early, open the stocking gifts,
have breakfast and I give out the gifts, one by one so that everyone
may see what the others had received.
During one
of our Christmas eves, my brother Victor acted as Santa with
just a mask on and sticking his head around the corner of the door
to talk to the children. He asked 'Where is Uncle Victor?' Someone
answered that he was at the neighborhood tavern having a beer.
The next morning at church, we were talking to some friends after
service, when one of the ladies asked how our Christmas was? Gail [three
years old] ,said that it was wonderful except that Uncle Victor missed
Santa because he was at the Gin Mill drinking beer.
I can think
of two more interesting incidents, one when Victor was quite young
and announced that there was no Santa. Now comes the time to open
presents and all that he received was a small bag of coal. It was
quite a long hour or so before my Dad relented and gave him his presents.
Another happened
when we lived in Chestertown, N.Y., in the Adirondack mountains.
[1932 and 1933] Note: Chestertown NY is about 65 miles North of
Albany on Highway 9W. Our house was 9 miles north of Chestertown,
just before Loon Lake. There is a cross road and if you turn right
onto this road, there is an old barn that is now a domicile set
back on the right. Our house WAS about 150 feet to the left as you
face the barn. The foundation is still there.
I guess that
I was 11 years old and the twins would be 7. We knew that we
three would receive B B guns for Xmas because they were laying
on the bed in a small bedroom. It seems that someone was playing
with one of them and shot a hole in the window. Dad said 'No presents
till someone owns up to shooting the gun. 'No one answered but a few days later, when it became obvious that
there would be no presents, I said that I had done it. To this day
I really don't know who made the hole. I know that it wasn't me.
While I'm rambling about the Adirondacks, my Dad took two small
sleds, fitted a plank about 6-8 feet long on top of them, to make a
sort of a bobsled. We would pull it about one to one and a half miles
up the road that ran past our house and then ride it all the way back
down. This was generally at night and it was a very cold trip.
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Dad and twins on raft on Alligator Pond, NY
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Up this same
road about a mile and then a couple of
miles over a mountain was a small lake called Alligator Pond. Dad built a small raft on the
lake and we would go there and paddle around on it. One of
the few pictures that I have of my Dad is on the raft with the twins.
We also would pick apples and crabapples
up there and carry them home for jam.
My Mother did a lot of preserving of string beans, apples.
jams etc, and we had a place in the cellar where we could store
turnips, potatoes and other root vegetables for the winter. When Dads
hunting friends would come up from New Jersey they would bring the
necessary staples such as sugar, flour, spaghetti and other things in
bulk. It was a long and very cold winter.
There was a small dairy not too far away and one of our daily chores
was to walk there and bring home the milk. We had our own chickens.
They arrived in a large box, by U S Mail. Our dogs name was Thistle
and the cat was Spotty.
There was a large wood burning range in
the kitchen that had a water jacket on the side. Here is where we got
the hot water for our Saturday nights bath. In an unheated room was
a chemical toilet that was no more than a can with a seat on it. The
boys and Dad did their urinating out the back door and there was always
lots of yellow snow near the door, depending on the pressure that one
generated.
Our well didn't produce the necessary
amount of water and we would take a large milk can on a sled and fill
it at a nearby neighbors well.
During the first winter, I belonged to
the Boy Scouts and we went on a three or four day camp out. The first
night out I nearly froze because I only had my clothes on and two
blankets. Then I got smart and the second night I bunked with a
friend that had a buffalo robe cover. That was a lot warmer even though
the temperature went down to minus 42 degrees fahrenheit.
I had a trap line through the woods and caught
one white mink, several foxes, rabbits and a few other small animals.
The idea was to skin them and sell the hides. Somehow I never did
get the animals skinned correctly and my profits were zero.
During the summer we had a large garden and Dad
and the four boys took turns weeding it. We also had a deer hide
in the barn that was soaking in some sort of brine. This had to be
kneaded daily to make it supple. It smelled and was a very hard chore.
Dads car was about a 1920 vintage ford suburban
that never did run correctly. He tore the engine down to grind
the valves which was done by having a stick with a suction cup on
the end which held the valve. The trick was to put your hands on
the stick and rub your hands together so that the stick would rotate
and the valve would be ground into the head and thereby be seated.
A long and tedious task and we all had our turn at grinding.
One half mile through the woods was Loon Lake.
We swam there and fished for yellow perch. There were lots of frogs
and we would catch them and pen them till we had enough for a meal.
In the summer, the lake was where we bathed. This part of the lake
was rather desolate and we never saw fishermen, boaters or tourists.
An idyllic spot.
I went to school in town by bus. I guess that
there were about 4 or 5 rooms for all the students from the first
grade through high school. Across from the school was a very steep mountain
named Panther Mt. During our lunch break in the winter, we would
get cardboard boxes from the grocer and use these as toboggans and
slide down the toboggan slide on the mountain. A real thrill ride
for us kids.
My cousin Billy, [actually William Wasmer from
Brooklyn N Y] would spend the summer with us. We took a 22 rifle along
one day when we went for a climb up a mountain to gather apples.
It had no trigger guard and while all of us were standing around
it, it went off. Luckily no one was in front of the barrel.
We also had a heavy spear to play with. One end
was sharp and the other end was blunt. We used to throw it at a
stump in our front yard. One day I threw it and it glanced off the
stump and hit my brother Wilbur in the leg. Again, luckily it was the
blunt end and not much damage was done.
The reason that we moved up to Chestertown in
the first place was due to my fathers health, lack of money and the
depression was in full swing. My father had some inheritance money
due him from his Mother but his sister Mateel controlled it and would
not give it out. He made several trips to Long Beach, Long Island NY to
try to collect some but was able to get very little. So we cut firewood,
raised a few chickens ate lots of venison, and had a garden. My Mother got
very tired of this life and when she learned that her Mother in Newark,
N. J. was very ill, she left to take care of her Mother.
The end of this adventure came in April 1933.
I had gone to Chestertown {the nearest town and nine miles away}
on Sunday to go to church and to attend the Epworth League dance for
kids {I was 12 years old} and I stayed too late and missed my ride
home. Now I faced a long walk along highway 9W at night. My Dad was
quite concerned when I didn't show up at home on time. He and Victor
walked the highway near our house looking for me but to no avail. When
I did arrive, he was very angry and told me to get upstairs and get to
bed. [All four boys and my Dad slept upstairs where it was warm.] We had
a Pot bellied stove in the downstairs room and Dad or Victor put a log
in it and banked the fire for the night.
A little while later we all woke up to fire coming
up the stairs. The only way out was through the bedroom window.
Victor jumped out onto the snow and my Dad handed we three boys
down to Victor. It so happened that there
was a nail protruding just below the window sill and each of
us caught our pajamas on the nail but we all got out safely with
nothing but our pajamas. There was a house across the street so we
broke in the door and stayed there. Three days later we boarded a bus
to Newark N.J. and went to my Grandmothers house at 761 South 14th St.
We managed somehow and when my Grandmother died
a few years later, my Mother inherited the house. That is where I grew up.
My Dad
died a few years later, 1938, and I never will know how we all
managed to grow up. This precluded my being able to attend collage
but I was able to get three credits by going to night school. George
and Wilbur joined the service when they were 16, Victor had gotten married
and worked in the Federal Shipyard and Dry-dock Co.