World War II prisoner of war camp - Stalag Luft I



 

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Lt.  Jacob S. Fishel - WWII C-47 pilot
 
1st Lt. Jacob S. Fishel  "Stan"
C-47 Pilot 

Shot down September 17, 1944 on a mission to drop troops in Holland near Nijmegan.  Operation Market Garden

 

Prisoner of War at Stalag Luft I - North 2 Compound.
Barracks 7, Room 3



 E-mail Stan at StanShirleyF@aol.com


ROAD  TO  STALAG LUFT  1


The good news:  The morning of 17 September 1944 was a beautiful day for flying - an early morning mist was soon replaced by a bright sun.  The bad news:  We were going to get shot at! The operation in which we participated was called "Market Garden".  Our mission was to drop troops in Holland near Nimjegan.  "STAND-BY" (a C-47 #42-92064) lifted her load of flying warriors off the runway near Folkingham, England.

The flight crew consisted of:

       1st Lt. Stan Fishel
       2nd Lt. Fred Roth
       Sgt. Charles Rosko
       Sgt Carmen San Fillippo

The gear did not retract.  Pulling about 50 inches of mercury/2100 RPM, climbing to rendezvous was difficult until the wheels were retracted manually,  a rather slow process -- but, we did depart on course at the appointed time, in formation, off the left wing of the craft commanded by Lt. John Freeman.  Our course was  about due east. Crossing the English Channel was routine.  The coast of Holland presented itself in a surprisingly peaceful manner.

About fifteen minutes inland there were sounds like hail on a tin roof.  Sure enough, off to the right were some of those black "puffs" at our altitude of approximately 500 feet. The drop zone was perhaps 45 minutes inland.  It was rather calm as we dropped our paratroopers but then, all of a sudden, the air was filled with what looked like white golf balls.                                                    

We stayed on Freeman's wing as he hit the deck during a 180-degree turn back toward the channel.   Soon we noticed that we were alone. 

John related to me many years later that he had opted to climb back up and join the squadron formation.  We chose to remain down between the trees (and windmills)

Nearing the coast we ran out of trees.  We picked a broad estuary (Scheldt) to go out the middle of it.  When near its mouth,  violent splashes appeared here and there in the water as evidence that someone on shore did not have our best interests at heart.

Red lights flashed all over the instrument panel as Rosko was shouting, "She's on fire, sir!"  Smoke filled the cockpit as "Stand-By" settled gently in the  "drink".

Fortunately, there was no further threat of fire or explosion after the watery landing. Fred Roth was not a small person.  I was average at about 170 pounds, but honestly, both Fred and I went out the hatch over the cockpit at the same time. The escape hatch was about 18” square. 

Rosko and San Filippo inflated a rubber dinghy and were "cruising" near the trailing edge of the port side wing.  Roth and I went aboard after observing a hole in the top of the port engine nacelle big enough to stick your head in.  I did not see it, but I was told that there was a similar hole in the starboard engine nacelle.

"Stand-By" floated for about forty-five minutes.  Then she sank where the estuary appeared to be about a mile wide  about midway between Schouwen Island to the north and Walcheren Island to the south. To no avail, the next few hours were spent attempting to row against the tide across the channel toward the English shore.  In late afternoon (about 6:00 PM) small caliber bullets began whizzing past our heads.  We raised a white handkerchief on an oar and drifted toward the shore of Walcheren Island.

There was little conversation as we dumped our weapons, escape kit, and other personal informative articles into the sea. The next voice we heard had a strange gluteral accent..........."Vor you, zee vaar iss offer."   We were taken to a nearby guard house where there was a token interrogation after which we sat up all night.

18 September
We were given a ration of black bread. Then we  walked to Vissengen where we were placed in a barbed wire enclosure with Canadians who had been captured at the Albert Canal.  While there, we were fired upon by our fighter planes after which we were taken by truck to Breda where we slept on a straw covered floor in an abandoned barracks

19 September
Remained in Breda all day.  Had thin soup and black bread near noon

20 September
Left Breda before dawn and walked 34 kilometers to Dortrecht.  On our way we were delayed because the road ahead was being  ranged-in by their artillery.  While standing alongside the road, an SS Officer walked over and we chatted a spell.  Talk about “spit-and-polished”!!!  He was the epitomy of the phrase.  His side arm was a colt 45.  At Dortrecht we were given cigarettes by the Red Cross before bedding down on a straw covered floor in an empty warehouse

21 September
Today we walked 21 kilometers to Gorinchem.  We spent the night in an abandoned barracks.  Roth, who spoke some German went into town and got enough cheese, apples, tomatoes and bread to feed 112 prisoners and guards.  I have snapshots taken in Gorinchem in 1984

22 September
Left before dawn and walked until about 1000 hours when we stopped at a farm house and brewed some ersatz coffee.  Started walking about noon and finished the 34 miles to Utrecht.  Arrived at a German post and slept on a straw covered floor in a gymnasium

23 September
Remained in Utrecht all day.  Boarded the boxcar of a train and about midnight pulled out.

24 September
Was aroused early by the chatter of machine gun fire from a P-51 strafing the train.  The next thing I knew, I was in nearby woods listening to the P-51 roar away leaving our steam engine full of holes. Moved by foot to a transient prison camp at Amersfoort where my billfold  and snapshots were taken from me. We boarded a train about midnight.  Officers in 3rd class cars, GI’s in box cars

24 September
The train derailed early this morning and we sat in the middle of nowhere most all day.  We got underway in the afternoon

26 September
We proceeded to Appledorn where we shuffled around a rail yard before moving out after dark.

27 September
We woke up in the rail yard at Dortmund.  The town had been gutted. Moved out and proceeded down the Ruhr Valley.  Stopped at a rail side Red Cross stand and were fed some sort of goulash .

28 September
Moved at a pretty good clip all day

29 September

Woke up in Frankfurt this morning.  Another pretty well worked-over city. Proceeded to Oberussel this evening and was taken to the Luftwaffe interrogation center there.  We were deloused, showered, given a hunk of black bread and placed in solitary confinement for the night

30 September
Boarded the train and departed Oberussel. Arrived Wetzler this afternoon and were taken by truck to Dulag Luft (transient camp).  We were given a Red Cross package that included towels, soap, underwear, cigarettes, etc.  Were fed a good meal and had my first shave and slept in a fairly good bed.

01 October
            We were allowed to mail a postcard home today.  We walked into town and boarded a train.  We were issued a Red Cross Food Parcel per man for the trip to wherever it is that we’re going.

08 October
Arrived this morning at Barth, Germany. Walked to Stalag Luft 1, was processed, deloused again  and given a shower.  Was given a shirt and underwear and was assigned to North Compound 2, Block 7, Room 3. As I approached Room 3, prepared to tell my new acquaintances how I happened to find myself here,  I noticed the following posted on the door:
 

K N O C K
Be prepared to listen as well as talk !
 

We have gallant men who have bailed out of every type ship under every type of circumstances with every type of chute from every altitude with any number of props feathered.  We have eaten better and worse food than you have, know better stories, more women, more generals and can, undoubtedly, have greater gastric explosions than any fifty-six men in the whole camp. 

Welcome Friend.



The reception by my future roommates was rather cool.  I was to learn that I was suspected of possibly being a German “plant” until I was interviewed by an established committee whose job it was to determine if I were indeed a member of the US Armed Forces. When I arrived there were only 17 men in the room.  When we were liberated we were 28.

There are descriptions of our daily life that have been written elsewhere in this web site. Each room prepared its own food.  Any cooking was done on a small stove fired by pressed coal briquettes provided by the Germans. 

We were provided one Red Cross Parcel per man per week.  The RC Parcel consisted of 7 oz graham crackers, 1 lb. powdered milk (KLIM), 1 lb oleomargarine, 6 oz liver pate,17 oz. Spam, 12 oz. corned beef, 8 oz salmon, 8 oz sugar, 8 oz. cheese, 15 oz. raisins or prunes, 6 oz. jam, 8 oz. instant coffee, 8 oz. D-bar (chocolate), 7 vitamin C tablets, 5 packages cigarettes, 2 bars soap

Our Master Cook was Ed Wilkins.  He would make a delicious chocolate pie that was always anticipated with much delight by his fellow Kriegies.  Its ingredients were:

2 oz crushed graham crackers
Milk
Butter
5 tbs. sugar
8 oz bitter sweet chocolate (D-Bar)
For the crust - mix crackers, milk and butter to thickness, dry enough, yet to hold together

For the filling, mix melted chocolate, butter, sugar into light consistency and cook on stove.  When about to boil, add 1 dozen crushed crackers, boil until it begins to thicken and pour into crust.  Place in cool place and serve cool.

An occasional bowl of  barley was provided by the Germans.  Potatoes and rutabagas were generally rather plentiful

The mail service there was somewhat inferior to that we experience today in the USA.  We were allowed to write one letter per week on a prescribed form in upper case letters.  None of them ever reached their destination.  Shirley wrote me such a letter every day.  None ever reached me.  Finally she wrote a ten-page letter and included several snapshots of her sitting on a horse.  That’s the only letter I received.  However, I must say that toward the end, packages began to arrive in droves.  I ended up with an entire case of Lucky Strike cigarettes.

Much of my personal time was spent in conversation with my roommates, walking the perimeter of the compound, reading (there was a fairly adequate library),  playing bridge or poker and playing the sax given to me by the YMCA.

Books were kept as to who owed whom what from the poker games.  After liberation checks were written to one another on whatever paper or cardboard was available.  Personally, I deposited  checks written to me when I got home and they all cleared except one given me by Royal Frye.  Soon I got a letter from Frye telling me that his wife had moved their account to another bank of which he was not aware.  I deposited the check again and it was good as gold

I enjoyed walking the perimeter of the compound.  It was a great opportunity to be alone, away from the other guys,  and do some first class day dreaming  --  once again being reunited with family, friends and that lovely creature I married over two years ago.

I must say, at this writing, that all my expectations and daydreams have been far exceeded.  It was in Block 7 that I met an architect who led a class in house design.  It was then that I became interested in the practice of architecture.  I had been schooled in Business Administration prior to WWII and had prepared myself to become an accountant.  But I was destined to return to school, get a degree in architecture from North Carolina State University  and practice in Raleigh, North Carolina.
 
Conversation among roommates were very often about food, where we had found good food and where we intended to find good food when we got home.  There were heated discussions and to whether the radial engine was superior to the in-line engine.  Sex was never an unpopular subject.

I hasten to pay tribute to W/O James E. Everson.  Jimmy had been a prisoner of war since 28 November 1940.  Unmarried at the time,  Jimmy had been a professor of history at Caerleon College in Wales.  What a personality!!  He was the morale booster of Room 3.  He had an accordion and played it as well as Myron Florin, and entertained us end on end, often accompanying himself as he sang songs of a humorous nature, some not exactly suitable for polite company.  In the spring of 1972 my wife and I planned to visit Great Britain on a pleasure trip with “Jack” Mitchell, and his wife, Martha.  Jack  also resided in Room 3, Block 7.  I wrote a letter to Jimmy with the only address I had.  It was c/o Caerleon College, Monmouthshire. S Wales, Great Britain.  I soon received a reply from Jimmy.  My letter had been delivered to James E. Everson, Jr. who was a student at Caerleon College at that time.  He took the letter to his father and said, “Dad, I think this is for you”

Jimmy and his lovely wife, Hilda, met us at Heathrow.  What a great reunion.  Jimmy had become headmaster of a school at Rogerstone, near Newport.  He has been active in local historical, musical and veterans’ affairs.  He had a pipe organ in his home.  We have stayed in touch since that time and have snapshots of their children and grandchildren.   Jimmy’s health has deteriorated but  we still hear from Hilda

01 May 1945
Last night the Germans who were in charge of this camp left, turning the command of the base over to Col. Hubert Zemke.  The guard towers were manned by our own MP’s. It was an exciting and sleepless night.  The Flak School building, adjacent to the camp, was due to blow up any minute at the discretion of the time fuses.  Our “sappers”disarmed the demolition agents this morning.  This saved our water and power supply Jumping out of the sac at 0630 we began “sweating the Russians”  --  will they get here before the Krauts return?  Rumors ran thick and fast.  The Russians are reported to be at Straslund, 15 kilometers east of here.  The mayor has declared Barth an open city??  Col.  Zemke is in touch with the Russians??

About noon things had sort of settled down and we had our feet back “on the ground”   It is good to listen to the BBC since we now have control of the radio.  There were speakers located in the hallways of our buildings from which we heard, during our captivity, German radio with its propaganda and some music.

We are not allowed to go outside the barbed wire. Shortly after 2230 while listening to “The Hit Parade”, it was announced on wing radio that Hitler is dead and that Russian patrols have entered the camp.

A trumpeter in North Compound 1 played “The Star Spangled Banner”.

02 May 1945
Had a good night’s sleep.  Got up and walked a few laps before breakfast. The Russians began to arrive before noon.  Most of them were drunk.  They did not understand why we were not free to come and go since we had been liberated. We did dismantle the fences and guard towers.

It is rumored that we will be flown out as soon as possible -- confirmed. I went to a warehouse and got myself a pair of shoes, a couple of shirts and some towels.

Some of our boys went to town tonight.  Returned with horses, cars, bicycles, etc.

03 May 1945
Had a strict roll call this morning.  Many hangovers present.  Col Zemke gave us a pep talk.  We are restricted to the peninsula north of the main gate.

Everyone is over impatient for the planes to come in and take us out.  Personally, it has hardly soaked into my head that we are truly liberated It is surmised that the war is actually over. Our meals are unrestricted -- snacks at any time.  Each man has four Red Cross Food Parcels. We are in contact with our western allies and we are to be flown out.  Don’t know when.. The local airport must be cleared of mines.

A P-47 buzzed the camp this afternoon.

 04 May 1945
Walked around the compound ten times before breakfast.  All this food -- but --living on excitement.

We are becoming impatient.  Some of the boys have left on foot for Rostock. 

Official news is that the airfield has been cleared, and a C-47 has arrived with American ( AMGOT ) officials aboard.  Russian MP’s are being added to ours to keep the Russians out and to keep us in. It is rumored that we have a patrol on its way to England to arrange our transportation out of here.

The war in Germany was over today ??

05 May 1945
Seven of my roommates left this morning for the British area.  The water situation was getting pretty bad, but the water and power situation began to improve during the day.  The camp seems to be under better control. It is rumored that a jeep load of American soldiers are in the camp -- confirmed

It seems there are advanced forces 20 kilometers from here and we will be out in a few days.  We certainly hope so. The boys who left this morning returned later in the day.

08 May 1945
VE Day
We’re still here -- dammit!.. General Ike says, “Hold on”.  Col Zemke says, “Stand By”

The Russians have driven a herd of cattle into the camp.  Water and power are on full force.  One of our roommates, Max Parker, worked as a butcher in his father’s grocery store in Monroe, North Carolina.  He proceeded to butcher and dress some of the cattle. We had fresh veal steak for dinner this evening.

To celebrate VE Day, the remnants of the fences and towers made a huge bonfire tonight. There must be much celebrating going on throughout England and the USA.  We surely would like to be there.

10 May 1945

Walked into Barth and out to the airfield today.  Quite a walk on a rather warm day.  Barth looks about the same as the day we arrived here.  There were a number of food lines and the children were begging for cigarettes and sugar.

The airfield was impressive.  Lots of JU-88’s and FW-190’s.  About eight hangars and a jet plane assembly plant, headquarters building and barracks.  We wonder why such an impressive target was not hit by our aircraft.

Pat Scarpino brought a gasoline powered generator from the Flak School and got it started.  They also found an electric hot plate.  Now we are cooking by electricity rather than a coal stove.  Had dinner of fresh steak and mashed potatoes.

11 May 1945
Up and down all night.  Learned what fresh beef will do to you. Nonetheless, we got a batch of ground beef today and went on a hamburger binge. Had to put a new carburetor on the generator this afternoon.

12 May 1945
Left the generator running all night .  Official poop has it that arrangements have been made for planes to start arriving today to take us out.  The first B-17’s arrived at 1300 hours. 

The first load of ex-kriegies took off at 1600 hours. Apparently this is our last night here.  The entire camp is to be out of here by 1800 hours tomorrow.  We will leave according to Compound and Barracks

13 May 1945
We packed our stuff in a duffle bag to move out.  I left a new Selmer Saxophone and an entire case of cigarettes in the middle of the floor of Room 3, Block 7, North Compound 2.

We walked to the field, about 3 miles.  Our bags were taken there by truck.  We (30 men) boarded a B-17 and took off about 1300 hours. Turning on course over the camp, we bid a ‘fond farewell’ to Stalag Luft 1.

E P I L O G U E


Several years ago I was in the waiting room of my car dealership waiting for my car to be serviced.  In the room was an attractive blonde woman with her teenage daughter, also waiting for her car to be serviced.  We greeted each other and I detected a pronounced German accent.  I said, “Your accent betrays you, where is your native land?”

She replied, “I was born and reared in Dresden”.  We chatted about places in Germany with which we were both familiar.  I learned she had married an American soldier stationed there and had raised her family in Oxford, a town several miles north of Raleigh.

I finally mentioned that I had been a German prisoner of war during WWII.  She asked, “Where?”  I replied, “Barth, up on the Baltic Sea”.  She reiterated,  “When I was a child, I was sent to a summer camp at Barth and we were housed in a former prisoner of war barracks”

 

 

The Band In North II Compound
I played Alto Sax in the North II dance band. I believe our instruments were provided by the YMCA.  We had some printed scores.  Some of our repertoire was composed by James Wise and Bill Dodgin
 
Alto sax Stan Fishel Winston-Salem, NC
Alto sax     William Moore Henrietta,  MI
Tenor sax  Louis Page  Eagle Spring, NC
Trumpet     C W Limehouse Orangeburg, SC
Trumpet Vernon Billman Osser, MN
Trombone Henry Preher Evansville,  IN
Guitar   Tony Nardone  Rochester, NY
Bass Fiddle  James Wise Houston, TX
Traps Albert Maxbauer      Traverse City,  MI

 

Sketch of room 3 barracks 207 at Stalag Luft I Diagram of Stan's room at Stalag Luft I

 


The Men of
North Compound 2, Block 7, Room 3
 
Clyde Boy  Fort Mill SC
John K. Brush Yakima WA
James Cardin Seattle WA
John W. Carmine  Petersburg VA
Raphael Carrow   Flushing  NY
Paul Ducharme   Brocket ND
James E.  Everson Monmouthshire, S. Wales, GB
Jacob S.  Fishel  "Stan" North Carolina
Royal D. Frey Columbus Ohio
Joseph Gorehak  Los Angeles  CA
William E.  Hoppa Gambrille MD
Henry LoPresto   Walsenburg CO
John Machak  Johnstown PA
Robert Mims   Jackson MS
Raymond M. Mitchell Charlotte NC
Robert Moss Payette Idaho
James Munn Piedmont CA
Max Parker Monroe NC
Ralph Parker  Austin TX
Douglas Rogillio Natchez  MS
Pasqualle Scarpino  East Rochester NY
John W. Schwikert Rochester NY
Frank Sewell  Rusk TX
Howard A. Smith  Lawrenceville IL
Howard Thedinga Milwaukee  WI
Franklin Van Wart Montreal West, Quebec, Canada
Ed Wilkins East Rochester NY
Sumner A. Woodrow Dorchester MA


 

Red Cross Parcels
The International Red Cross provided parcels that were intended to be distributed to each Kriegie one per week.  They were distributed rather regularly until the Battle of the Bulge.  During that time the Krauts claimed their transportation system was not able to bring the parcels by truck from Switzerland.  The parcel was a 10-12 square-inch cardboard sealed box that contained:

1 lb Powdered Milk                   8 oz Cheese
1 lb Oleomargerine                   15 oz raisins or prunes
6 oz Pate                                     6 oz Jam
17 oz Spam                                Jar of instant Coffee
12 oz Corned Beef                   8-oz D-Bar (chocolate)
9 oz Salmon                               7 Vitamin C Tablets
7 oz C-ration Biscuits              5 packages cigarettes
8 oz Sugar                                  2 bars Soap

At Christmas we were issued one parcel that contained the following:

1 Pipe                                           12 Bullion Cubes
1 Package Pipe Tobacco        12 oz Boned Turkey
3 Pkgs Cigarettes                     8 oz Honey Spread
2 2-oz Fruit Bars                       1-3/8 oz Tea
14 oz Dates                                1 Deck Playing Cards
4 pkgs Chewing Gum              1 Game
12 oz Mixed Nuts                      1 Wash Cloth
4 oz Vienna Sausages            6 oz Jam
4 oz Preserved Butter             9 oz Cherries
4 oz American Cheese            2 Photos
1 lb Plum Pudding                    3 oz Deviled Ham
12 oz Mixed Candy

As is already on the web site we were not allowed to exit the barracks buildings after dark.  Dogs, German Shepards, were turned loose in the compounds.  Thusly, we were not allowed to have pepper.  We would have arranged for the dogs to sniff it and mess up their smelling devices.


 

Letters From Home
According to my records, the following letters were alleged to have been received by prisoners at Stalag Luft 1:

If you need any money let me know.......Love Mom

I have been living with a private since you are gone.  Please do not cut off my allowance, though, as he does not make as much money as you........Your Wife

Dear Bill,  --  I went down to the Red Cross the other day to find out what I should send to you.  They told me that you probably could send me packages as you have so much food and clothes over there now.  They also said you could go to school and learn a trade........Your loving wife

I'm sorry to hear that a prisoner got the sweater I knitted.  I made it for a fighting man

We are not sending you any parcels.  We hear that you can buy all you need at the stores near the camp.......Love from all

Even when you were a kid I expected you to end up in prison................Your Dad

Keep 'em flyin".....Your cousin

I'm really worried about Adolf the cat.  The veterinarian said his diet was insufficient..........Love, Sister

Darling, do you get to town often?

I'll be glad when you get home so I can make our divorce final.  I've been living with an infantry captain.  He is really swell.....................Your wife



Stan Fishel - 2002

Stan Fishel - 2002

 

MINI-BIO
JACOB STANLEY FISHEL
"Stan"

Born 03 March 1920, White/Male, Winston-Salem, North Carolina to Bernard Francis and Beatrice Wall Fishel -- only child
Baptized while an infant by Dr. Edmund Schwarze, Calvary Moravian Church, Winston-Salem, North Carolina
 

EDUCATION

Attended - Winston-Salem Public Schools.
Graduated - R J Reynolds High School  1938
Attended - Tennessee Military Institute School of Business Administration  1939-1940
Attended  - North Carolina State University, 1946-1950      B Arch Engr
 

FAMILY


Married to Shirley Allen May, 16 April 1943
One son:  William Stanley Fishel, born 10 November 1946
One daughter:  Susan Wall Fishel Owens, born 11 August 1949
One grandson:  James Stanley Owens, born 18 July 1979
 

CAREER


1940 -1942 Comptroller, Fishel Brothers, Winston-Salem, North Carolina
1942 -1943 Aviation Cadet, Pilot Class 43-D, US Army Air Force
Pre-flight - Kelly Field, Texas
Primary - Coleman, Texas
Basic - Goodfellow Field, Texas
Advanced - Lubbock, Texas
Graduated - 20 April 1943, commissioned Second Lieutenant.
Assigned - Troop Carrier Command
C-47 Pilot training, Bergstrom Field, Austin, Texas
Tactical training, Grantham Air Force Base, Grantham, Mississippi
Assigned - 49th TC Squadron, 313th TC Group, Erice, Sicily
Ferried new C-47 type aircraft from Fort Wayne, Indiana, to Sicily via Greenland, Iceland, Scotland, England, Casablanca, Algiers and Tunis
Detached to MATS to provide freight and passenger service across North Africa, Sicily and southern Italy
1944 - 313th TC Group moved to Folkingham, England, in March
Operation "Market Garden" 17 September
Dropped troops near Nimjegan, Holland
Ditched disabled C-47 aircraft in Scheldt Estuary
Captured by German troops
Detained at Stalag Luft 1 near Barth, Germany
1945 - Freed by Russian troop o/a 01 May
Returned to USA aboard SS Excelsior to Hampton Rhodes. Fort Patrick Henry
Discharged  Kelly Field, 31 December, rank - Captain
1946 -1950 Comptroller, Connell Building Corporation, Raleigh, North Carolina
1950 -1960 Employed as Architect by William H. Deitrick, FAIA, Raleigh, North Carolina
1960 -1963 Partner, Guy E Crampton and Associates, Raleigh, North Carolina
1967 - President, Raleigh Section, North Carolina Chapter, American Institute of Architects
1963 -1988 Partner, Fishel and Taylor, Architects, Raleigh, North Carolina -NAVFAC was a major client
1973 - President, Raleigh-Durham Chapter, Construction Specifications Institute
1989 -1990 Consultant to Horace D Taylor, Architect -- Retired 31 May 1990


CIVIC AFFAIRS


1956 - Present Raleigh Kiwanis Club,  President, 1966
1956 -1970 Raleigh Toastmasters Club,  President 1960/61
1960 -1975 Board of Directors, Wake County Boys' Club,  President, 1973-74
1966 - President, Raleigh Civic Council
1971 -1977 Board of Directors, Cerebral Palsy Rehabilitation Center, President, 1976
1977 -1980 Member Board of Directors, MacGregor Downs Homeowners Assoc., President, 1977
1979 -1995 Member Architectural Committee, MacGregor Downs Homeowners Assoc
1991 -1999 Deliver Meals on Wheels each Wednesday


CHURCH AFFAIRS


1920 -1952 Member Calvary Moravian Church, Winston-Salem, North Carolina
1952 - Present Charter member, Raleigh Moravian Church, Raleigh, North Carolina
Board of Elders Long Range Planning Committee
Sacristan Building Committee
Adult Sunday School Teacher
Sunday School Superintendent


HOBBIES


Music- Played clarinet and saxophone during youth and very limited ability at the piano.  Enjoy listening to sound reproduction system.
Fishing -  Enjoyed extensive salt water fishing until golf entered the picture.
Golf - Participated extensively until about 1995.
Bowling - Currently bowl three league series (three games) per week.
Travel - Visited Europe and Near East about ten times (since WWII).  Driven up and down and across the USA and Canada countless times.   Attended christening of Aircraft Carrier JFK 1969, Captain Earl P. Earl P. Yates, prospective commander
Exercise - Walk one mile, at about 4 miles per hour regularly. Ride stationary bike for 20 minutes on occasion.   See bowling above.
Computer - Became a computer-geek after golf and retirement

 

 

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