Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Basic Training: NTC Orlando - 1993

Well, now it is my turn to write a little bit here, since I have my father's entries.  I only hope, for now, that it survives time.

My dad re-enlisted in the US Navy when I was about 6 or so.  At the time, I thought it was the coolest thing, ever.  He would put on his uniform and come back from far-away places....I wanted to be like my dad!

Then I found out my grandpa had been at someplace called Pearl Harbor.  There was a movie about it called "Tora Tora Tora!"  I wanted to join the navy. 

And so, from age six to eighteen I waited.  Trouble was, I had ADHD and was taking medication for it.  I was an okay student, but the navy wanted me to be off the medication to join.  I started trying to be off the medication about December of my Senior Year in preparation to ship out in June.  I almost didn't graduate, I had such a hard time with school off the meds.  But I persevered and made it somehow.

When I took my tests for my military aptitude, they offered me Officer Candidate School or Reserve Officer Training Corps.  If that meant I had to go to more school, I wasn't interested.  I always regretted not going, but now, as I think about it, for all the troubles I had with ADHD, I might not have completed it.  I wanted to be a fighter pilot.  I signed up for submarines.  Nuclear Power.  The top 1% of the US Navy, academically.  The test to see if I even could go to the school is still, even with a Master's Degree later, the hardest test I've ever taken.  I scored a perfect score on the test, and then took it again because they lost my score and scored an almost-perfect score. 

The recruiters told me to just lie and say that I was off the medication before shipping out, and when it came time to review my paperwork to ship out, they asked me if I was on any medications - my instructions at this point were to lie - and this thought came to me that I'm not a liar, and I swear it wasn't me who then found my mouth saying that I was on medication.  I later came to find out that was my Heavenly Father intervening in my life for something I would find out about later - which if I shipped out in June, wouldn't have happened - my joining the LDS church.  That's another story for another day, however.

I was postponed until December of 1993, and I chose to ship out 4 days before Christmas.  Boot camp? Really wasn't that bad. Nuclear Power School in a few months after this was going to make me wish I was back in Boot Camp.  But boot camp?  Wasn't that bad.

I kind of psyched myself up for it all my life, and was excited to be doing what I was doing.  My dad watched me get sworn in and saw me off when I shipped out.  We pulled into the boot camp at O-Dark-Thirty.  All I remember is some fat senior chief yelling at us while we sat there, tired and a bit nervous.  At the time, women were just beginning to be integrated into naval service, Bill Clinton wasn't the president yet, and I had to affirm I wasn't a homosexual and had never done anything homosexual on my paperwork to enlist.  Women would begin to join our ranks in other jobs during my enlistment - and here I was at the one recruit training center that was co-ed.  Oh, the women had their own battalions (I'm sure that in my lifetime everything will be coed including showers in the military) but they were there.  It seemed like it was a big distraction for a lot of the guys.  Me?  I wasn't interested in girls, I wanted to be in the navy and really didn't want to socialize.  That and I had a girlfriend back home by this time.

She hooked me up, her name was Sara Lynn Robertson.  She introduced me to the LDS church, and we are still friends today.  She hooked me up by seeing to it that I was the first guy to get a letter in boot camp, and she always sprayed her letters with perfume, much to the annoyance of the other recruits.

One of the Hospital Corpsmen told us that Orlando wasn't boot camp.  He said it wasn't even reality.  I suppose in some ways it wasn't.  The base closed a short time after I graduated, it was winding down, my senior chief company commander was retiring and was a weed-smoking vietnam veteran - it was pretty relaxed most of the time....for basic.  You'd see guys walking along humming cadence, the days weren't too terrible as it was wintertime in florida....I had grown my hair out figuring why get a haircut when the navy was going to cut it all off when I enlisted.

I'm afraid for all my love for the navy, I wasn't the best recruit.  I do remember on one inspection - supposed to be our final inspection that we had to pass perfectly, I failed the inspection because I forgot to clip my sea bag.  I realized this after the inspection was started and as I stood at attention I prayed like crazy that I wouldn't get in trouble for my sea bag or it wouldn't be noticed.  When I got back...it was clipped.  This was a miracle for me.

We spent most of our time marching.  I got appointed a section leader and got a second class petty-officer's crow on my blue dungarees.  I found that for all my integrity and honesty, the rest of the navy wasn't into it...especially my section.  I was pretty disappointed in the military then, by this point.  But that, and I'm short (5'6.75") and I got a loud mouth, so I was always at the rear calling cadence:

Form a column of watch sections!
Port watch forward!
Starboard watch, stand fast!
MARCH!
Starboard watch, column half right, MARCH!
Starboard watch, column half left, MARCH!
Port watch, MARCH!


the grinder....


At one point they put me in charge of the company.  Problem was....I was small and was always in the back.  I had no idea where we were going.  I just followed the guys in front of me, and now....I had to get us to chow.  I had no idea where we were going, I had a hundred and sixty men marching under my orders and I couldn't stop and look at a map, and even asking for directions would be bad at this point.  Until someone saw the galley between two buildings across a grassy pass and I called "COLUMN RIGHT MARCH!" and 160 men changed direction and we marched across the grass directly to the galley.   That's like rototilling the grass with that many men in boondockers marching across it and boy did I catch hell for that.  I was relieved of being in charge and went back to being in the back and yelling cadence.

At any rate, the option came up to be on the Recruit Rifle Drill Team.

I jumped at the chance.  Unfortunately, I wasn't the best at this either - my ADHD was just kicking my butt all over the place.  Later when I became a military police officer, I found I had an aptitude for zeroing in and paying attention and not missing anything, getting my head and butt wired together and kicking some butt - but in boot camp?  Boy.....

One day as we marched, everybody else was twirling their rifles (You shoot rifles, not twirl them, but I hadn't learned that yet, I just thought the drill team was fun to be on) and I was tapping mine on the ground.  They were tapping theirs on the ground, and I was twirling mine. 

Our drill instructor, Machinists Mate First Class Pierre Agnew from Alabama ( a black guy) who was extremely proud of being from Alabama - and liked to get on us all about where we were from and would call you by where you were from (YOURE FROM NEW YORK ARENT YOU? THATS YOUR NEW NAME THERE NEW YORK!!!) got on me:

DI: MILLICAN WHAT  THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!
ME: JUST HAVING A BAD DAY SIR!
DI: WHERE ARE YOU FROM MILLICAN! YOU'RE FROM SOMEPLACE STUPID AREN'T YOU! THAT'S WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS!!!
ME: HELL NO, SIR! I'M FROM ALABAMA!
(at this point the formation fell apart laughing)
DI:AINT NO WAY IN HELL YOU'RE FROM ALABAMA! 
ME: NO SIR! I'M FROM OREGON!
DI: YOU'RE FROM NEW YORK!!! DROP MILLICAN! JUST DROP! ALL OF YOU DROP!

....it was worth it.

We got put in parades, went to Disneyworld, marched in I don't know how many events...got taken to dinner by the Mayor of Orlando....everybody wanted their picture taken with us.....I got to be a mini-celebrity for a time I guess....

I do remember one morning, waiting to form up for a parade, the top rack of my rack was empty so I climbed up and caught a nap waiting for us to form up.  Shoulda slept on the floor.  But the top rack was empty when suddenly "ATTENTION ON DECK!" Surprise inspection at 0500.  As I stood there, I remembered the pillow I was napping on didn't get put back and it was going to be obvious I had slept in the top rack - which was against the rules - (It's only illegal if you get caught).  As the drill instructors walked through, the eyes of the guy across from me got as wide as dinner plates as they walked near my rack - waiting for them to notice the pillow adrift on the top rack - and....they walked right by it and missed it.  That was miracle number two.

 I never did get in trouble enough to end up getting cycled, though I do remember being made to say "same length, same width" in front of my shirts as I flipped them back and forth on 1-5 day for not making them to inspection standards folded in my locker.  The gas chamber wasn't that bad, cleared my sinuses out, and I enjoyed learning firefighting - but because I was on the recruit drill team I didn't have to spend a ton of time marching with the company, more time in the gas chamber or firefighting - I was all gussied up and marching about.

The food wasn't even that bad.  I was just happy to eat!  The ham was good, and so was the bread.

SHIPMATES! YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES AND FIFTEEN MINUTES ONLY TO ENJOY YOUR FINE FINE NAVY CHOW!!!

At any rate, I graduated about March or April of 1994 from Company C016 of Battalion 8 - whose symbol was the 8 ball.  I don't really remember anyone from basic, never really kept in touch with anybody.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Millicans, Clarks, Freemonts, Oregon Pioneers

Below is a link to a PDF which is an account given by William S. Clark, son of Ransom Clark and Lettice Jane Millican, and grandson of Elijah Ellison and Lucinda Wilson Crisp, Spencer Clark and Betsy Slack, of his father's (Ransom Clark) settling in the Oregon Territory. 

It is taken from this link HERE.

And the PDF is HERE. 

Further information obtained from here reprinted below:

Reminiscences of Charles Webster Clark, oldest son of Ransom Clark and Lettice Jane Millican Clark, later Mrs. Almos H. Reynolds. Written about 1920.


Millican family came west in wagon train of 1843, led by the Applegate brothers and piloted by Dr. Marcus Whitman.
Children:
  • Lettice Jane Clark Reynolds, born 1830
  • Melvina Hembree, born 1832 (?, not clean in MS)
  • Mary Hill (grandmother of Dorsey Hill) born 1834
  • Louisa Dixon, born 1836
  • Margaret Millican, born 1838
  • Elizabeth Baker (3d wife of Dr. Dorsey Baker), born 1840
    • Married 1st, Robert Horton
    • Married 2nd, J.W. McCullough
    • Married 3d, Dr. Dorsey Baker
  • Andrew J. Millican (dates of these births not given, many have followed spacing of other children, 2 years apart)
    • born 1842?
Children below not on wagon train:
  • William M. Millican, born 1844?
  • James Millican, born 1846?
  • John Millican, born 1848?
  • MELVINA married James Hembree about 1847, Lafayette, Oregon
    • Children:
      • Jim, who dies young.
      • John, married Miss Berry. Their children, Dorsey Hill and Bertha Brackett
      • Six other children not named

    "I do not remember the year the J.W. McCullough worked for Father Reynolds but think it was in '63 and '64. (His wife was left here and he went to the mines.) Mr. McCullough worked for Mr. Reynolds in the mill here. Robert Horton died in '62 or '63. McCullough then married the widow, but he also died soon.
    The Millicans crossed the plains in 1843, starting from Missouri. They came into the Wallla Walla Valley by way of Weston Hill, down to the Walla Walla River. I imagine they crossed Meacham Creek into Thorne Hollow, then to Weston and down to the mission at Whitman. Left there and went to Wallula, having some great experiences going down the Columbia in flatboats. From The Dalles, they went over the mountains by way of Barlow Road. Went directly to Lafayette, taking the first wagon into Oregon. There they took up a Donation claim.
    Ransom Clark came also in 1843, but with Lt. John Fremont. John G. Campbell and my father came as partners from Vermont and joined Fremont in Missouri. (From another account: "Most of he company were French and Canadian frontiersmen. At The Dalles he, with two other Americans, left the command and joined the American immigrant train of '43, guided by Dr. Marcus Whitman. Among those in the train was the Millican family, whose oldest child was Lettice, age 13.")
    Clark and Lettice Millican were married in Lafayette in 1845. She was 15 years old. They moved to his farm, a mile from her parents. Twins were born on August 12, 1846. Charlie lived, the other died.
    Ransom joined the California gold rush and while he was gone, another child, Harry, died at the age of four.
    When father came home, the moved to Linn City, Oregon, where he ran a hotel, as a sawmill was being built there. (1853) Later, they moved to Portland. In '55 and '56, he went to the Colville Mines but did not stay long. On his way back, he stopped to look around the Walla Walla Valley, which he had first crossed in '43 with Fremont. He located a Donation claim on Yellow Hawk and Russell Creeks but cecause of Indian troubles, white people were all ordered out of the country. So he went back to Portland where he started in the hotel business again, on the corner of Front and Washington Streets, the name being the Columbia Hotel. A Mr. J.J. Jarvis was in business with him. Part of the time the family lived at the hotel and part of the time in a private home. Will was born there. At that time Charlie was in school at Oswego. He often went to Lafayette to visit his grandparents.
    Clark could not get up to his claim until the fall of 1858, after a treaty had been made with the Indians. He hired a man named John Haley to make some fences. Clark went back to Portland until March, '59, then brought Charlie up with him. They came by boat to Lower Cascades, bringing six horses. There they went over the side of mountain to the first station where a transportation line was operating between Portland and the Dalles at that place. (Confused) They portaged from Lower to Upper Cascades. Rode on the steamer Ohio, the captain's name being Smith. At the Dalles they had to wait a week for delivery of fruit trees, etc. Uncle Jack brought down two horses from here and with the horses they were bringing up (6) and these two horses, they finished the trip.
    Below Pendleton they stopped at a place run by Mr. Mason. There they ate horse meat, thinking it was elk meat. The first night out, they stayed at Fulton's. Crossed the toll bridge over Des Chutes River. The next camping place was at John Day's, then on Spring Creek, Butler Creek, Umatilla, Wild Horse Creek, then at Pambrun's place on the Walla Walla River. Here Charlie was injured in a fall from a horse. The horse stepped in a badger hole and he was thrown, his foot caught in the stirrup and he was dragged some distance. One joint in his back was knocked out of place. From then on he was called lazy becase he could not rise quickly out of place. (Twenty-five years later he was cured by an osteopath.)
    From Pambrun's they came to the claim where John Haley was then living, March 27, 1859.
    In May, Clark was called back to Portland because Jarvis was mis-managing the hotel. Charlie received a letter from his father saying he had reached home but nine days later he died of pneumonia. Mr. Jarvis got away with some $3000 of Mrs. Clark's money. Mother left the hotel and went to her parents' home in Lafayette, later came to Walla Walla since Charlie was there alone. She had been warned about danger from Indians but came with the Dent family on the boat. Also rode in the government ambulance. Captain Dent was a brother of Mrs. U.S. Grant. He was commander of Fort Walla Walla and Mother stayed there over night.
    When Charlie first received notice of his father's death he could not believe it. At the time he was riding a horse in a four-mile race conducted by Tom Hughes. John Shauns had given Charlie $2.50 to bet on a horse. Robert Horton came to Charlie and told him not to go hoome. A.H. Robie got off the boat at Umatilla and rode horseback to Walla Walla and beat the boat, while Charlie's mother came on the boat. (Evidently her brother William came up the river with her.) Uncle Bill came from the fort next morning to the tent and told Charlie of his father's death.
    Mother stayed two weeks. Father had hired Horton at The Dalles and brought him up here. Uncle Bill stayed with us after Mother went back to Portland. Mother went to Lafayette where Lizzie was born and when Lizzie was six weeks old, Mother came up here. From The Dalles she came with John Abbott in his stagecoach. She paid the freight on Abbott's coach from Portland to the Dalles. Abbott later had the goods brought up to Walla Walla on the first stagecoach in 1859. (This seems confused since she came in the stagecoach herself.)
  • MARY married Henry Hill
  • LOUISA married Jesse Dixon, 3 children
  • ELIZABETH maried first, Robert Horton, a Canadian who came to Walla Walla with Ransom Clark in March, 1859, Mr. Clark having employed him in the Dalles. Stayed on Clark Donation claim until fall of '59, went back to Oregon, met Elizabeth Millican whom he married in 1861. In spring of 1860, he rented and farmed the Ransom Clark claim between Springfield Creek (Spring branch, now Colwell Creek?) and Russell Creek. In 1861, bought a farm and married Elizabeth. Double wedding noted elsewhere. Mr. Horton died on this farm (when?). Then Elizabeth married J.W. McCullough who was working for A.H. Reynolds (her sister's new husband) as a millwright. A short time later Mr. Reynolds sent him to run a mill he and D.S. Baker had set up in Uniontown, Oregon. McCullough's health turned bad and in a short time he returned and died. About two years later, Elizabeth married D.S. Baker, whose first wife, Caroline Tibbitts of Portland had died, also his second wife. Miss Tibbitts had a sister, Mrs. Kennedy (Earl's grandmother?) who lived on Park St. (So Henrietta's grandmother and Earl's grandmother were sisters?) I am not sure of this relationship. (N.L.F.)
  • MARGARET blinded by measles in childhood. Never married.
  • ANDREW J. (Uncle Jack) left home in 1858 and came up to the Umatilla River, bringing his father's stock. Stayed a year. Had two horses that belonged to Ransom Clark, his brother-in-la, who wished them sent to the Dalles. In 1859, he brought them up to his sister, then a widow. Was always interested in mining. (Later at Thunder Mt., Idaho.)
  • WILLIAM came to Walla Walla about June 1, 1859 with his sister on their first visit, soon after the death of her husband, Ransom Clark.
  • JAMES and JOHN both married. No other facts about them.
  • Sunday, August 17, 2014

    Irish Millicans, 1800's

    I found this on www.irishtimes.com about the Millican name in Ireland.  I thought I would just post this here for now for future reference.



    Sunday, July 20, 2014

    Henri Bernardon, Birth Registration, Mesves-Sur-Loire, Burgundy, France

    This is a birth registration for Henri Bernardon from the French Genealogical Records at Mesves Sur Loire, Burgundy, France:


    The translation I have received (from someone who speaks French better than I) is as follows:

    Year 1870, the 18 September at noon, before me, mayor, officer of the Public Records Office of the commune of Mesves, canton of Pouilly le Pieire appeared Bernardore Jean age of 43, an employee at the train station of Mesves; who presented a child to us of masculine sex born at his home yesterday at 7:00 in the evening as declared by him and from Catherine Paslot, his wife, and who he wanted to give the first name of Henri.

    Monday, June 30, 2014

    Ida F Walling, John M. Millican, Mary R. Hayward & George Edward Regan

    This one's been a bit confusing, hence the inclusion here, but hopefully this straightens out a a few other difficulties in the Millican family tree here in Oregon.


    John M. Millican was the son of Elijah Ellison Millican (1805 Georgia - 1887 Lafayette, Lafayette, Oregon) and Lucinda Wilson Crisp (1811, Tennessee - 1876, Lafayette, Oregon).

    The Millican donation land claim in Lafayette Oregon can be seen HERE.  It includes the cemetery they are buried in on their property as the Lafayette Cemetery near the top.

    census, 1860, Lafayette, Oregon with Elijah and Lucinda Wilson Crisp Millican with George Millican as son
    John Millican married Mary R. Hayward on 13 March 1870 in the county of Walla Walla, Washington

    from the Western States Marriage Index webpage (http://abish.byui.edu/specialCollections/westernStates/search.cfm)
    Thereafter, Mary and John were divorced:



    And Mary shows up in 1880 with her parents and two of the children, Frank H, and Maude L - note there are two Frank Millicans in Washington, they are cousins, Frank H. Millican was the son of John and Mary, Frank R. Millican was the son of James and Sarah Agee Millican.



    Census, 1880, Mary R Hayward Millican with her parents, divorced from John Millican, in Walla Walla, Washington

    Ida F. Walling (Feb 1877, Tillamook, Oregon - 11 July 1944) is the daughter of Jeptha Walling (1833-1905) and Bethair Trask (1945-1905).

    Ida married John M. Millican in Tillamook, Tillamook, Oregon, 4 Sept 1898 - below is the marriage certificate and affadavit....




    Census, John M. and Ida F. Walling Millican, Tillamook, Tillamook, Oregon
    John Millican died in 1919 and was buried in the Multnomah Park Cemetery(his death certificate is attached to the memorial).

    Ida apparently married George Edward Regan, and they resided in Portland until his death in 1942 when he was buried in Lincoln Memorial Park Cemetery, in Portland, Multnomah, Oregon, and she was buried in Mount Calvary Cemetery in Portland, Multnomah, Oregon

    From the Saturday, 31 October 1942 Oregonian Newspaper

    From the Wednesday, 12 July 1944 Oregonian Newspaper

    Friday, June 6, 2014

    Frank R Millican & Aimee May Boddy Marriage

    Frank R. Millican, son of James K. Millican (1843, Missouri - 1888, Washington) and Sarah Agee (1847, Missouri - 1889, Washington) was married in 1906 to an Aimee May Boddy.

    In 1905 she shows up in Seattle as being a student at Seattle Seminary in the city directories.  And Frank Millican is buried in Tahoma Cemetery, Yakima, Yakima, Washington as a veteran of the Spanish American War.

    However, no further information has been found at the date of this writing about their relationship.




    Saturday, May 31, 2014

    Andrew Jackson Millican, Lafayette, Oregon, Obituary

    The following obituary is about Andrew Jackson Millican, from the McMinnville (Oregon) New Reporter, 13 September 1907, page 1, column 5
     

    The Masonic Cemetery referenced can be found on this page (Link here)  on his parents' land claim - it is labeled the Lafayette Cemetery but is actually the Lafayette Masonic Cemetery #3 and can be found on Findagrave HERE