
In my last post I asked if anyone had any ideas for my blog going forward, I received a reply from Diane, one of my loyal readers and wife of Cousin Jim. She thought it might be fun for me to tell about my time in Germany and I think it will be fun.
To talk about Germany we need to go back and start at the beginning, and the beginning of this story would be the fall of 1965. In the fall of '65 I went off to college at Johnson State College, in Johnson Vermont. Home of the Johnson Woolen Mill and store. I can't say that the fall was much to write about with the exception of two events, First, the great blackout on Nov 9th. 30 million people were without electric for up to 13 hours. I remember sitting in the dark dorm room huddled around a battery powered radio, trying to find out what was going on.We all thought the Russians had invaded the country or some other major international event, in the end it was a small part at a power plant, but all of New England, New York and most of the east coast was down. A scary time for young college kids. The other big thing that happened was that I won an ice cream eating contest. Don't remember just how many dishes I ate but I think it was about 35.Needless to say I didn't eat ice cream for awhile after that. As the first semester came to a close, I found that I had done so well that the school thought it best I take some time off and think about my future, somewhere else.
Going back home I needed a job and started looking. Knowing that I would be drafted within a few months, I wasn't looking for anything long term and ended up working for Jerseyland Milk in Chelsea. Yes I was the milkman, delivering milk door to door, ok stop laughing, I know all the Milkman jokes. This wasn't a bad job, went to work about 4 in the morning and was done by noon. I had two routes, one took me to SR, Bethel, Gaysville, Rochester, and all points back to Chelsea. The other route was Vershire, Corinth, Goose Green, Bradford, and down to White River and back to Chelsea. This wasn't a bad job, had fun, the creamery was run by Ray Ballou, which is how I got the job, for some of you younger folks Ray was the Father of Jim,Judy, Bill Ballou. Ray in his day was a very good baseball player, as was Jim, and his son. Well the Milk route lasted about six months and I knew I was about to be drafted. Being smarter than the average bear, I was not going to let the Army draft me, no sir, I went and enlisted (real smart). If you were drafted it was for two years. but it you enlisted it was for three. See, makes a lot of sense to enlist. For the record I stayed in the Army 7 years and 23 days. More on that later.I enlisted to be guaranteed a school of my choice, which was Fire Control Computer repair specialist. Also I went in on the "Buddy Plan" which meant that you could enlist with a friend and you would stay together NOT. Alton Bullard from SR and I went in together and after we got off the train in Fayetteville North Carolina we never saw each other again in the Army, and know that I think of it I'm not sure I've ever seen him since that day.
My next installment will be about early army life. I plan to write at least every other day, so I can keep the folks reading.