16 March 2011

The Bikini Girl at Fort Dix-1973

I originally joined the Army in February 1973 in the delayed entry program while still a senior at Tunkhannock High in PA.  When I graduated on 20 June I was on my way to Fort Dix with 40 other guys form the area 4 days later.  We were called the "Molly McGuires."   Of course, if anyone knew the history of these guys, they may have wanted to pick another group to name us. ADHD moment coming "SQUIRREL!!!  
The "Molly Maguires" were miners in the anthracite coal region of Pennsylvania who organized into a union during the 1860's and 1870's. These miners were chiefly, although not exclusively, Irish and the union was called the Workingmen's Benevolent Association. In general, the members of this union were also members of the Ancient Order of Hibernians, a semi-secret fraternal society, which had its origin in Ireland as a completely secret and anonymous association.

This organization of Irish miners was dubbed the "Molly Maguires," after a group of Irish peasants who dressed up as women to antagonize their landlords. This group was infamously known as murderers and assassins and the press and police in America applied the name to the Irish miners. The label was used by both the press and the owner-operators of the mining companies to their distinct advantage. They called anyone who was pro-union a "Molly," inferring that they were criminals at best. This helped to subdue, even if only slightly, uprisings in the work place.semi-secret fraternal society, which had its origin in Ireland as a completely secret and anonymous association.  ADHD Left - squirrel is gone.  
I digress.  We get off the bus at Fort Dix and are told to stand on the painted feet in the parking lot.  Like it was yesterday - these MPs come driving by in an open jeep with their white helmets and one of them yells,  "You'll be sorry!"  "Ha! I thought,  I want to be here."  Do I?  Right...of course.

funny pictures of cats with captionsSo a Drill Sergeant tells us to go into this room and sit on some bleachers.  "Who here smokes?" he says.  Most of the guys raised their hands.  "Who smokes Camels?"  A few raised their hands.  "Good then, give me a cigarette."  He then proceeds to light up.  "Go ahead and smoke," he says so they all light up.  Great, my first intro to the Army and it's almost midnight and my first look at a real "Soldier" is a Drill Sergeant who bums cigarettes.  This would not happen in today's Army.  No way no how.
That was the "hollow" Army.  And that was no joke.  The Vietnam War ended just months before and these guys coming back were a mess.  Drugs were all over the place.  Shoot - at my first assignment I was with a Military Police Company that kept guys who got busted for drugs in the Headquarters Barracks.  One Sergeant got busted for selling pot and and four months later he's a Sergeant again...BIRD!!!!!!
My first meal that night?  Hot dogs and beans - yeah, can ya believe it?   Could there ever be anything more clichéd than beans and franks in the Army?  I doubt it.  But all that to say that basic wasn't what I thought it would be.  I flew through.  Of course, I played sports year round so all the hard Soldier stuff was a breeze.
Then we had our first pass.  Five of us went to the enlisted man's club and sat down for a few brews.  I didn't drink (at that time) so I was the designated walker to be sure we all got back on time.  Not one of us was over 18 and I was still 17 but this was the Hollow Army and the thinking was that if a guy could go out and fight and maybe die for the country doggone it why can't he have a beer?  All we needed were our ID Cards and you got served.  Heck, we even had beer machines in the barracks.  At some places you could drink beer for lunch while on duty and they would issue tickets you could use to get the booze since they put a limit of 2 beers on you during duty.  Of course there were bad non-drinker guys out there who would sell their beer tickets to the highest bidder.  Every Friday afternoon was beer and soda time and the Commander or First Sergeant would buy beers and sodas and put them in iced garbage cans and that was the warm up for the evenings fun.

So here we are and the guys are building castles out of their beer cans when she appears.  Now back in those days women were looked at a little differently...not in a bad way or that it was ever right - it was the way it was.  Heck, the main magazine for the Army - Soldier's Magazine, would have a picture of a girl in some type of swimwear on the back inside issue cover of every issue.  But out this lady? comes.  She may have been 21. She was wearing a bikini, she didn't look too good to tell you the truth and I think she may have had a few before she got there...Then the magic starts...she turns on this boom box on the floor and starts gyrating...it was so bad that any teen-age lust was overcome with barrels of laughter.  I mean, come on - this was supposed to entertain us?  Not likely...not in this generation.  But hey - there she was.  The entertainment didn't last very long that I remember but it was a memorable performance...at least for five new teenagers in the Army.

10 March 2011

Hard times for a great-grandmother - Susannah Phillips and the Wyoming Massacre




Want to know hard times? Take a read of my 4th great grandmother - daughter of Deacon John Phillips who fought with the Green Mountain Boys in Vermont in the American Revolution and a descendant of Mayflower passenger George Soule who also happened to be a signer of the Mayflower Compact!  Quite a lineage in our family!

SUSANNAH- 2nd daughter of Deacon John and Mary (Chamberlain) Phillips, born August 7, 1773, in Pownal, Bennington, Vermont (She was born in Vermont because the family moved there to avoid the Yankee-Pennimite War where Connecticut claimed the northern tier of Pennsylvania). She died August 8, 1849 and is buried in Marcy Cemetery, Duryea, (cemetery located behind the United Methodist Church) Pennsylvania with her husband.
Marcy Cemetery, Duryea, PA

     They lived in Hughstown, Pennsylvania which is where all their children were born and raised.  She married on 17 September 1789 to Samuel Miller Jr.  Miller was born in Dutchess County, NY, and of Holland decent, (She married at 16 and had 13 children), and died 9 April 1839 in Hughstown. Samuel Miller Jr., was the son of Samuel Miller, Sr.  Samuel Miller Jr. was known to be a farmer, preacher, physician and undertaker.

     Susannah often told her children how (when she was young) played with little Indian children before the Wyoming Massacre, 1778 (http://www.revwar75.com/battles/primarydocs/wiom1778.htm). One day while she was holding a stick for a little Indian boy to cut with his tomahawk, he cut her fingers.  Suddenly, some hostile Delaware Indians came upon their homes.   Her parents, hastily wrapping up her fingers and hand, hid her between the feather and straw beds. At the first opportunity, they escaped alive and uninjured.  Several families fled and hid in the mountains. They suffered severe hardships, working constantly to get sufficient food when one day were glad to capture a pig.  Susannah, about 1778, she would have been around 6-7 years old, was kept busy taking care of the babies within the group. While watching the roasting of a pig by a woman whose baby Susannah was caring for, the woman threw her a bone and said “There child, eat that if you are starving."  When the cloth was taken from her hand where the Indian boy cut it, 3 of her fingers were grown together.
 
     It is said that Susannah, as women did back then, spun her own flax and wool, and that "a beautiful piece of linen spun and woven by her is a cherished relic in the possession of one of her
great-granddaughters."  She was a strong woman, and one day, while hoeing in the garden with a man, bashed him. (What happened there!?). She died of a stroke @76.

"(Quote taken from a newspaper written about 1901).  (Most of this information is on Ancestry.com)