CHRISTmas In France

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My Dad’s Mancill ancestors were from France. The Wilson family was from Ireland.

I miss you so much Dad, especially at the holidays. I am so grateful to have had you for my dad and in my life for thirty five years. And…thank you for being so good to my mother! You were not my biological father, but you never treated me like I was not. You made me feel special. We would have nothing without you in our life’s. You were a blessing from God to me, when we needed you most.

Remember Jesus is the reason for the season.

Sgt Louis Clifford “Cliff” Mancill
 
Birth: Nov. 2, 1924
Pensacola
Escambia County
Florida, USA
Death: Dec. 20, 2002
Houston
Harris County
Texas, USA

Grew up in Robertsdale & Mobile, Alabama. Grandson of John Travis Wilson & Annie (Flowers) Wilson; and Edmond & Rosetta (Dillard) Mancill of Alabama. One of eight (8) living children. Son of Elliott Devocious Mancill & Cora Lee (Wilson) Mancill of Alabama.Served as a Pvt. in World War II, in France in the U.S. Army, and was promoted to Sgt. when he served in U.S. Army in Korea.
Served as a infantryman and cook in the Army near the front lines in France. He risked his life to feed our troups.

Married to Myrtle Marie Elder in 1948 in Mobile, Alabama.

Children: Carl and Robert Mancill, in Alabama.

Moved to Houston, Texas in the 1950’s.

Married to Mildred Marie Bartlett in 1955 in Houston, Texas.

Children: Michiael Wayne Mancill, in Houston, Harris County, Texas. Resided in Jacinto City, TX. Divorced in 1968.

Married to my Mother, Jean Marie (Linderman) Frederick on December 5, 1968 at Harmony Wedding Chapel, I45-S in Houston, Texas. Jean survived Louis.

No children by “birth”, but six children by way of “heart”. He always called me his Daughter, and I felt loved by him. I babysat for his son, Michiael, in 1967, on Cheston Dr., Jacinto City, Texas. I was only 12 years of age. Mike and me are brother & sister in God’s eyes anyway. Mike and his Dad loved to play the guitar together. Lou never favored any of the children over the others. He loved all “God’s children” equally.

“Alabama Lou” is what his friends at Shakey’s Pizza Parlor, in Pasadena, Texas called him. Lou played music with Paul Buskirk, Paul’s daughter, and Johnny Day in 1970’s.

Anyone who ever met him knew that he loved his family and was a proud U.S. Army Veteran of World War II and Korea. Louis played the guitar and sang for his buddies.

In 1980, me, my Mother and Dad, were blessed to be able to visit England and France. My Dad revisited some of the places that he was stationed at in France. He never was able to talk about the horror of it all, because he said that it hurt too much.

He was a faithful, lifelong Church of Christ member.

He had a brother, Glenn & Marie (Black) Mancill, who survived him, they live in Friendswood, Texas. Since, Louis and Glenn both resided in Houston, Texas and worked at the Southern Pacific Railroad together; they were able to spend a lot of time fishing and hunting together. They even bought homes two houses down from each other on Cheston Drive in Jacinto City, Texas. “Lou” even had a Harley Davidson motorcycle in 1947.

Louis also had two brothers, John Elliott and Gerald Mancill, who resided in Alabama that survived him.

His parents, brother Floyd, and a sister, Emma Laura (Mancill) Matuk, preceded him in death.

Emma resided in California, and had two adopted children. I never knew their names.

“Cliff” is what they called him at work. He worked for the Lee Thompson, Co. for many years. He did air conditioning and heating repair. But…my Dad could fix anything! He loved working with his hands.

We still have a beautiful home in Houston, Texas, that his two hands helped us to rebuild after it flooded in July 2001, we had 3-1/2 feet of water from Tropical Storm Allison devastate our home.

“Lou” as we called him, and my Mother, Jean Marie Linderman)Frederick Mancill, built us a home up on the lake at Sam Houston Lake Estates near Cleveland, Texas in 1969. Jean’s cousin, Roy Leonard Nelson Jr. helped to build the house, and of course, we children helped a lot too.

In our day, children were not allowed to be lazy, and were taught to help out each other. We did not have to be paid to help out. It still stands today.

He told me that he wired his parents home in Robertsdale, Alabama, so that they could have their first home with electricity back in the 1940’s. He told me that he asked the hardware man how to hook up electricity for his parents, and he told him how to do it and went home and hooked it up. His Mother cried when she saw that he had given her electricity.

I could go on and on about all the things this man did while on this earth, but there isn’t enough time. I’ll just say that he was an Christian, honest, faithful, hardworking, responsible, patriotic, and good man, who is dearly missed.

Family links:
Parents:
Elliott Devocious Mancill (1889 – 1988)
Cora Lee Wilson Mancill (1893 – 1971)

Spouses:
Myrtle Edler Mancill (1917 – 1996)
Mildred Marie Bartley Thomas (1928 – 2000)

Jean Marie Linderman Mancill (1927 – 2012)

 
Burial:
Houston National Cemetery
Houston
Harris County
Texas, USA
 
Created by: TEXAS TUDORS
Record added: Aug 22, 2007
Find A Grave Memorial# 21074276 
 

I JOINED THE ALABAMA NATIONAL GUARD AT FOLEY, ALABAMA IN 1949 WHILE I WORKED FOR CARLES SUBBLE. THERE WERE A GROUP OF BOYS I KNEW THAT WERE IN IT AND WE HAD SOME GOOD TIMES TOGETHER ON FIELD TRIPS. THE ARMY GAVE ME MY RANK OF BUCK SERGEANT BACK AND ADDED THE YEARS BETWEEN MY LAST TIME IN THE ARMY AT FORT HOOD TO MY RETIREMENT IF I STAYED IN FOR TWENTY YEARS.
I WORKED AT THE KENNEDY FARM THROUGH 1949 AND GLENN HAD GONE TO HOUSTON AND GOT A JOB WITH THE SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILROAD AS A CAR CHECKER. HE ASKED HIS BOSS IF THEY WOULD GIVE HIS BROTHER A JOB. HE SAID YES SO IN MARCH 1950 I WENT TO HOUSTON AND GOT THE JOB AS A SWITCHMAN.

I WAS STAYING WITH GLENN AND MARIE IN AN APARTMENT OFF WASHINGTON AVE. GLENN WENT TO MOBILE AND RODE MY MOTORCYCLE BACK AND IT HELPED TO HAVE IT TO GET AROUND ON AND NOT HAVE TO RIDE THE BUS. I WORKED AWHILE AND SENT FOR MYRTLE TO COME TO HOUSTON AND SHE DID AND WE GOT AN APARTMENT ON AVE. H JUST OFF WAYSIDE FOR A MONTH AND THEN I BOUGHT THE HOUSE ON CHESTON DR. THROUGH A VETERANS LOAN. I PAID ONE DOLLAR FOR CLOSING COST TO MOVE IN AND FORTY NINE DOLLARS A MONTH. I WONDERED HOW I COULD MAKE THE NOTES. I WAS MAKING $14.OO A DAY. GLENN AND MARIE MOVED IN WITH US AND WE STILL HAD ROOM ENOUGH FOR ALL.

GLENN AND I WORKED IN THE SAME RAIL YARD AND WE RODE THE MOTORCYCLE TO WORK. ONE DAY WE WERE WORKING AND I GOT OFF BEFORE HE DID AND I WENT TO GET THE MOTORCYCLE AND IT WAS GONE. SOME ONE HAD STOLEN IT. WE NEVER FOUND IT.

IN 1950, THE WAR IN KOREA STARTED AND THE ALABAMA NATIONAL GUARD WAS CALLED UP FOR SERVICE, AND I HAD TO GO BACK TO FOLEY TO JOIN THEM. THE RAILROAD PUT MY JOB ON HOLD TILL I CAME BACK, AND GLENN STAYED IN THE HOUSE AND PAID THE NOTES.

WHILE WE WAITED FOR EVERY ONE TO REPORT WE DID DRILLS AND MARCHED AROUND FOLEY. WE WERE DOING HAND TO HAND COMBAT WITH EACH OTHER AND WHEN I PICKED UP THE MAN I WAS WITH TO THROW HIM. I SPUN AROUND ON MY RIGHT LEG AND MY KNEE JOINT CAME OUT OF SOCKET. THEY TOOK ME TO A DOCTOR AT FOLEY AND HE PUT IT BACK IN AND PUT MY LEG IN A CAST. I WENT TO SOUTH CAROLINA THAT WAY AND IT STILL BOTHERS ME.

I HAVE LARGE PICTURE OF THE TROOPS TRAIN IN FOLEY WHEN WE WERE LEAVING TO GO THE CAMP. DADDY, MOTHER, AND MYRTLE WITH CARL OUTSIDE THE TRAIN AND I WAS HANGING OUT THE WINDOW. IT WAS A SAD DAY FOR ALL OF US FOR ME TO BE LEAVING AGAIN FOR WAR. MY MOTHER TOOK IT THE HARDEST OF ALL.

I WAS THE COOK MESS SERGEANT FOR THE COMPANY AND I DID SOME COOKING BUT MY MAIN JOB WAS TO SEE THAT THINGS WERE DONE RIGHT AND MAKE OUT THE MENU FOR EACH MEAL AND MAKE SURE THE KITCHEN WAS KEPT CLEAN AT ALL TIMES. WHILE I WAS THERE MYRTLE CAME AND WE HAD AN APARTMENT IN TOWN. SHE STAYED ABOUT A MONTH BUT WE RAN OUT OF MONEY, THE THING ALL SERVICE MEN NEVER HAD ENOUGH OF UNLESS YOU LIVED ON THE BASE. I HAD AN OLD CAR AND I TOOK HER BACK HOME TO MOBILE TO HER MOTHER.

IN 1951, ROBERT WAS BORN IN FEB. IN THE BROOKLEY FIELD HOSPITAL AND I GOT A WEEK END PASS AND WENT HOME TO SEE HIM. ON THE WAY BACK THE OLD CAR BROKE DOWN ABOUT SEVENTY MILES FROM THE BASE AND I HAD TO LEAVE IT AT A STATION TO HAVE IT FIXED AND CATCH A BUS ON TO THE BASE. I WAS LATE GETTING BACK ON TIME WAS IN TROUBLE AND WAS RESTRICTED FOR TWO WEEKS TO THE BARRACKS.

I HAD MY GUITAR AND ALMOST EVERY NIGHT WE GOT A GROUP TOGETHER AND PLAYED FOR HOURS AND HOURS. I HAD CARRIED IT THROUGH GERMANY WHEN I WAS OVER THERE. SOMEONE WOULD ASK ME TO PLAY FOR THEM AND THEY DIDN’T HAVE TO TWIST MY ARM MUCH FOR I LIKED TO PLAY AND I KNEW A LOT OF SONGS. WHEN I STARTED TO PLAY SOMEONE ELSE WOULD GO GET THEIRS AND SOON WE WOULD HAVE A BAND GOING. I HAD FUN PLAYING.

I WENT BACK AND GOT THE CAR AFTER IT WAS REPAIRED AND DROVE IT BACK TO THE BASE SOME WEEKS LATER AND USED IT AROUND THE BASE AND TO GO HOME ON A WEEK END PASS. THE COMPANY COMPLETED BASIC TRAINING ABOUT MARCH OR APRIL OF 1952 AND GROUPS OF FIFTEEN OR TWENTY MEN AT A TIME WERE SHIPPED OUT TO KOREA. I WAS SHIPPED WITH THE FIRST GROUP. WE WENT HOME ON A TEN DAY LEAVE IN ROUTE TO SAN FRANCISCO AND ON TO KOREA. WE WERE AT SEA FOR FOURTEEN DAYS BEFORE WE DOCKED AT SOUL KOREA.

WE HAD TO ANCHOR OFF SHORE AND UNLOAD INTO SMALLER BOATS TO GET TO LAND BECAUSE THE TIDE WENT UP AND DOWN FIFTEEN FEET AND WOULD LEAVE THE SHIP ON THE BOTTOM AT LOW TIDE IF THE WATER WASN’T DEEP ENOUGH.

BILL HAD JOINED THE AIR FORCE IN 1948 AND WAS IN IT WHEN THE WAR STARTED WITH KOREA. HE WAS STATIONED AT SEOUL WHEN I GOT THERE AND HE MET ME THERE. WE RODE UP TO MY OUTFIT [WHERE I WOULD BE STATIONED] ON A TRUCK TOGETHER. I WAS ASSIGNED TO THE HEADQUARTERS COMPANY OF THE THIRD ARMY DIVISION AS MESS SERGEANT.

Notre Dame, Paris

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Notre Dame-B&W

Two days ago I arrived back to Australia after a 10 trip to the UK and Paris. Granted the first half was devoted to a conference I was presenting at in Cambridge, but the final 5 days saw me take in the sights of Paris. So, whilst battling a little jet-lag, I’ve been going through the hundreds of photo’s I took while I was away. Really, I’ve just been sorting them – choosing which might be the best to do a few touch-up edits and share on the blog.

I couldn’t help myself with these two images though. Both were taken of the rear of the Notre Dame cathedral but on very different days. The black and white image was done on my final day in Paris. It poured rain for almost the entire day and I spent about 4 hours seeking shelter under a bridge. I originally planned to…

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LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL HISTORY POST #9

I WOULD LISTEN TO THE GRAND-OLD-OPERA ON THE RADIO TO LEARN THE SONGS AND HOW THE MUSIC WENT AND SOON I WAS PLAYING THEM MYSELF. I WORKED THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER OF 1944 AND QUIT AND WAS CALLED UP TO THE ARMY. I WENT TO CAMP BLANDING, FLORIDA, FOR BASIC TRAINING. WHILE I WAS THERE, MOTHER AND DADDY CAME TO SEE ME AND BROUGHT SOME FRIED CHICKEN. THEY STAYED FOR THE WEEKEND IT WAS HARD TO SEE THEM GO BACK HOME . I WAS SO HOMESICK. AFTER TRAINING FOR SIX WEEKS I WAS SENT HOME FOR A FEW DAYS AND THEN INTO THE WAR IN GERMANY IN EARLY SPRING OF 1945. IT WAS COLD AND I REMEMBER TRYING TO STAY WARM WITH THE WOOL CLOTHING WE HAD. WE WASHED IT WITH GAS IN OUR STEEL HELMETS. YOU COULDN’T USE WATER BECAUSE THEY WOULD FREEZE BEFORE THEY WOULD DRY. I REMEMBER TRYING TO TAKE A BATH IN A SMALL CREEK AND YOUR LEGS WERE BLUE WHEN YOU GOT OUT. FRANCE AND GERMANY WERE SURE BLOWN APART, AND TREES WITH NO LIMBS ON THEM. HOUSES AND BUILDINGS YOU COULD SEE THROUGH WITH NOT MUCH LEFT. I WAS ASSIGNED TO THE 13TH ARMORED DIVISION AND IT WAS UNDER THE COMMAND OF GENERAL PATTON WHO WAS COMMANDER OVER ALL ARMORED DIVISION. I WAS IN AN ARMORED COMPANY AS A  RIFLEMAN WITH SNIPER RIFLE WITH A SCOPE ON IT. WE DID A LOT OF PATROLLING AND THE WAR WITH GERMANY ENDED IN THE SPRING OF 1945 AND I WAS SHIPPED BACK TO THE STATES AND HOME ON A THIRTY DAY LEAVE AND THEN OUT TO CAMP COOK, CALIFORNIA FOR TRAINING FOR THE LANDING ON JAPAN. I FOUND OUT IT WAS SET FOR THE 2 OF NOV. WHICH WAS MY BIRTHDAY. WE WERE WAITING TO BE SHIPPED OUT WHEN THE WAR WITH JAPAN ENDED. I THANK GOD.

WHILE I WAS AT CAMP COOK I MET A GIRL NAMED ROZELLA ZIMPRICH, WHICH WAS ON A BUS WITH ME GOING BACK TO THE BASE. WE TALKED A LOT ABOUT HOME AND OUR FAMILY. SHE WAS A NURSE AT THE HOSPITAL ON THE BASE. SHE WAS A LIEUTENANT IN THE ARMY. WE STARTED DATING AND SPENDING A LOT OF TIME TOGETHER WHEN WE WERE OFF DUTY, MOST OF IT ON THE BASE. ABOUT A MONTH AFTER WE MET I WAS SENT TO FORT HOOD, TEXAS. WE WROTE LETTERS TO EACH OTHER, SHE WAS DISCHARGED AND WENT HOME. SHE LIVED IN SHARON, NORTH DAKOTA WITH HER FATHER AND MOTHER. THEY OWNED A FARM ABOUT FIVE MILES FROM SHARON. SHE WAS THE OLDEST OF SIX CHILDREN, TWO BOYS AND FOUR GIRLS.

English: photo of Darnall Hospital, Fort Hood, TX

First Calvalry Div. U.S. Army, Fort Hood TX

IN 1945, WHILE I WAS AT FORT HOOD, THERE WAS AN OPENING FOR A COOK, SO I WAS SENT TO FORT BAKER,  AT SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA TO COOK AND BAKER SCHOOL FOR TWO MONTHS. THEN I WENT BACK TO FORT HOOD, TEXAS TO JOIN MY OUTFIT AND I COOKED FOR MY COMPANY. WHAT A WAY TO LIVE WHILE IN THE ARMY. NO MORE FOX HOLES TO DIG, NO DIRT TO EAT AND NO MORE 20 MILES TO MARCH AND BEST OF ALL I GOT ALL I COULD EAT.

Pvt. Louis Clifford Mancill in the U.S. Army, World War II.

I WAS THERE ANOTHER EIGHT MONTHS THEN I WAS DISCHARGED. I WENT HOME TO MOBILE ON ARLINGTON STREET FOR A MONTH, THEN I WENT TO NORTH DAKOTA TO SEE THE GIRL AND STAYED WITH HER MOTHER AND FATHER.  WHILE I WAS THERE I WORKED FOR THEM ON THEIR FARM. THEY PUT ME TO WORK HELPING TO HARVEST WHEAT, RICE, CORN AND CUT MILO TO PUT IN THE SILO.TO FEED TO THEIR COWS IN THE WINTER. THEY GAVE ME TWENTY DOLLARS A WEEK AND ROOM AND BOARD. THEY HAD A BARN THAT NEEDED A CEDAR SHINGLE ROOF PUT ON. IT WAS TWO STORIES HIGH AND ONE SIDE HAD 150 ROWS ON IT AND THE OTHER HAD 100 ROWS. THEY WERE EIGHTY FEET LONG. WE PUT THE SHINGLES IN A POND OVER NIGHT AND TOOK THEM UP A LADDER TO THE ROOF AND NAILED THEM ON. DID MOST OF THE WORK MYSELF.

ROZELLA AND I WERE TOGETHER A LOT.  SHE WORKED IN SHARON AT THE HOSPITAL AND ROOMED THERE TILL THE WEEK END. HER FATHER LET ME DRIVE HIS MODEL-A FORD COUPE TO SHARON SOME NIGHTS TO SEE HER. SHE CAME HOME ON WEEK ENDS AND WE WOULD GO TO CHURCH TOGETHER. WE HAD A LOT OF GOOD TIMES TOGETHER AND WENT TO THE SHOWS IN FANGO. I WAS THERE ABOUT THREE MONTHS THROUGH THE WINTER OF 1947 AND THEN WE CAME TO MOBILE TOGETHER ON A TRAIN ABOUT FEBRUARY OF 1948.

DADDY HAD BOUGHT A PLACE ABOUT 1/4 MILE SOUTH OF DOG RIVER AND JUST OFF DOG RIVER ROAD ON THE MOBILE BAY WHILE I WAS IN THE ARMY. IT WAS 300 FEET WIDE ON THE BAY FRONT AND 1000 FEET DEEP. IT HAD A HOUSE 100 FEET FROM THE WATER AND IT NEEDED REPAIR BEFORE MOVING INTO IT. WHILE I WAS IN NORTH DAKOTA. HE HAD WORKED ON IT AND HAD IT FIXED UP NICE WHEN ROZELLA AND I GOT HOME. I GOT A JOB AT THE CHICKASAW SHIPYARD WORKING AS AN ELECTRICIAN. REBUILDING LIBERTY SHIPS THAT WERE USED IN THE WAR.

WE TALKED ABOUT GETTING MARRIED, BUT WE BOTH COULD SEE IT WOULD NOT WORK OUT BECAUSE OF THE CHURCH DIFFERENCE. WE TRIED TO SEE EACH OTHERS SIDE. I WOULD HAVE TO SIGN OVER ANY CHILDREN TO THE CHURCH WITH NO SAY ABOUT HOW THEY WERE TAUGHT OR RAISED.

SHE WAS WITH US FOR TWO MONTHS AND SHE WENT BACK HOME. WE WROTE TO EACH OTHER FOR A MONTH AND SHE WROTE ME  A DEAR JOHN LETTER SAYING SHE WAS GETTING MARRIED. I GUESS I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT THAT DIDN’T HELP ANY. I WAS HURT, HEART BROKEN AND LONESOME. OUR LOVE WAS STRONG AND DEEP FOR EACH OTHER AND I MISSED HER VERY MUCH. I WAS LOST BUT I KNEW I HAD TO GO ON WITH MY LIFE. I WORKED HARD AT MY JOB IN THE SHIPYARD WITH ALL THE OVER TIME I COULD GET. ONLY TIME COULD SLOW THE FEELING AND HURT.

MY THREE YOUNGER BROTHERS, GERALD, BILL, GLENN AND I WORKED TO FILL IN THE BAD ROAD GOING INTO DADDY’S PLACE ON THE BAY WITH ANYTHING WE COULD HAUL IN. WE GOT BALLAST BLOCKS FROM THE SHIPYARD WERE I WORKED WITH A U-RENT TRUCK, SAND AND DIRT AND OLD CEMENT. WE DID GET IT FILLED UP SO WE WOULD NOT GET STUCK COMING INTO WHERE THE HOUSE AND YARD WERE. I DID ANYTHING TO KEEP ME BUSY AND MY MIND OFF MY TROUBLES. I PLAYED MY GUITAR AND THAT HELPED SOME.

JOHN AND I PUT A BAND TOGETHER AND BOOKED SCHOOLS FOR SHOWS AND MUSIC WE PUT ON. WE WERE ON THE RADIO STATION W.M.O.B. MOBILE FOR ABOUT SIX WEEKS. IT DIDN’T WORK OUT BECAUSE OF THE UNION. WE JOINED IT, BUT DIDN’T HAVE A SPONSOR. WE BROKE UP AND TWO OTHER BOYS AND I WENT TO HOUSTON, TEXAS AND THAT DIDN’T WORK OUT EITHER. WE PLAYED IN BARS AND DANCE HALLS BUT DIDN’T MAKE ENOUGH TO PAY OUR OWN WAY. WE HEADED BACK TO MOBILE AFTER SIX WEEKS, BROKE AND HUNGRY. WE HAD 15 FLATS ON THE WAY. I NEVER FIXED SO MANY FLATS AND PUMPED THEM UP WITH A HAND PUMP,IN MY LIFE. WE BROKE UP WHEN WE GOT BACK TO MOBILE. I FOUND ANOTHER JOB FOR A WHILE, BUT I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT I WAS DOING.

Northern France, Boulogne-Sur-Mer

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Boulogne-Sur-Mer France

After we left the British Military Cemetery at Terlincthun we drove directly to the old town of Boulogne and were fortunate to find the last remaining vacant parking space inside the old stone walls.  I have been to Boulogne several times before and I am happy to declare it one of my favourite cities in all of France.

The old town is built within the original Roman walls and has recently been well restored and it was in complete contrast to the concrete and glass of the sea front and the shopping streets.  Here is the beating heart of a medieval city with history oozing from every corner with a castle, a cathedral and narrow streets lined with charming properties, little shops, cafés and bars.

From the car park we walked along the main street full of interesting shops and busy restaurants and under the walls of the huge cathedral…

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