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.

LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL HISTORY POST #13

WE MOVED BACK INTO THE HOUSE WITH GLENN AND MARIE AND AFTER ABOUT A MONTH THEY MOVED INTO A HOUSE THEY RENTED FOR AWHILE. THEN THEY BOUGHT A HOUSE AT 1710 CHESTON DRIVE IN JACINTO CITY. MY HOUSE WAS 1718 CHESTON DRIVE JUST TWO DOORS SOUTH.

1710 Cheston Drive, Jacinto City, TX 77029

1718 Cheston Drive, Jacinto City, TX 77029

WE BOTH STILL WORKED FOR THE RAILROAD. WE WORKED THE NIGHT SHIFT [12:01 AM TO 8:01 AM.] THERE WAS A MAN THAT LIVED DOWN THE STREET FROM US THAT WAS SELLING ATTIC FANS AND NEEDED SOMEONE TO INSTALL THEM WHEN HE SOLD THEM AND ASKED US IF WE WOULD DO THAT KIND OF WORK. SO WE STARTED INSTALLING THEM IN THE DAYTIME AND WORKED AT THE RAILROAD AT NIGHT. BACK THEN ANYTHING EXTRA HELPED US PAY THE BILLS. SOMETIMES WE ONLY WORKED THREE OR FOUR HOURS IN THE MORNING.AND SLEEP AFTER WE GOT THE EXTRA JOBS DONE.

WE ALSO DID CARPENTER WORK ON SOME HOUSES IN DEER PARK PUTTING OVERHANGS CORNICE AND ROOFS ON TOO. IT WASN’T LONG BEFORE HE SOLD A CENTRAL HEATER AND HE SHOWED US HOW TO INSTALL IT. THEN HE SOLD A HEATER WITH CENTRAL AIR CONDITIONING AND SHOWED US HOW THAT WAS DONE AND WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO MAKING A GOOD CAREER FOR BOTH OF US. IT WAS HARD WORK AND LONG HOURS AND A LOT OF HOT PLACES. THE ATTICS WERE HOT IN THE SUMMER AND NOT SO BAD IN THE WINTERTIME.

THERE WAS A MAN BY THE NAME OF BILL KINDRED THAT STARTED AN AIR/CONDITIONING COMPANY AND GLENN AND I STARTED WORKING FOR HIM, INSTALLING UNITS. I WAS WORKING FOR HIM FULL TIME AND THE RAILROAD PART TIME. GLENN WORKED WITH ME SOME BUT NOT ALL THE TIME. I LEARNED TO REPAIR THE UNITS AND MADE A GOOD SERVICE MAN.

GLENN AND I BUILT A 14 FT.BOAT AND PUT A 60 H-P WILLIS CAR ENGINE IN IT (INBOARD)  AND WE WOULD SKI UP AND DOWN THE SAN JACINTO RIVER FROM THE I-10 RIVER BRIDGE TO MAGNOLIA GARDENS AND BACK. WE RAN ALL OVER THAT RIVER WITH IT AND WENT DUCK HUNTING IN IT.

ONE DAY I HAD MY MOTHER, MYRTLE, ROBERT, CARL AND I IN IT AND WAS COMING FROM MAGNOLIA GARDENS WHEN WE HIT A IRON ROD THAT WAS JUST UNDER THE WATER AND IT KNOCKED A HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE BOAT ABOUT THREE INCHES AROUND AND WATER STARTED COMING IN. I KILLED THE MOTOR WHICH WAS WRONG TO DO FOR WE HAD NO LIFE JACKETS. WE WERE FILLING UP WITH WATER FAST. NO ONE COULD SWIM BUT ME AND I KNEW WE WERE LOST IF I STAYED THERE SO I CRANKED THE MOTOR AND IT WOULD NOT START AND I CRANKED IT AGAIN AND IT STARTED. I TURNED IT AND WENT TO THE BANK AS FAST AS IT WOULD RUN. IT WENT UP ON THE SAND BAR AND WHEN IT STOPPED WE WERE IN ABOUT A FOOT ON WATER AND WERE SAFE. I FOUND SOME PLYWOOD AND CUT SOME OF MY SHIRT AND NAILED IT OVER THE HOLE IN THE BOAT AND GOT THE WATER OUT OF IT. WE GOT BACK IN IT AND CAME BACK TO THE DOCK WHERE THE CAR AND TRAILER WAS AND CAME HOME. WE WERE LUCKY EVERYTHING CAME OUT ALRIGHT.

SOME TIME LATER, GLENN AND I WERE SKIING OUT IN LAKE HOUSTON AND WERE ON OUR WAY BACK FROM AWAY UP AT THE TOP END OF THE LAKE WHEN I WAS PULLING GLENN ON THE SKIS AND I HIT THE BUTT END OF A TREE THAT THE TOP END WAS SUNK AND THE BUTT END WAS JUST AT THE TOP OF THE WATER AND KNOCKED ANOTHER HOLE ABOUT TEN INCHES IN THE BOAT AND IT SANK SO FAST THAT ALL WE SAVED WAS TWO SKI-BELTS AND OUR SKIS. WE WERE ABOUT A MILE AND A HALF FROM THE DOCK AND A MILE OFF SHORE. THE WIND WAS BLOWING AND HELPED US TO GET TO LAND. IT WAS LATE IN THE EVENING AND ABOUT DARK WHEN WE GOT TO LAND. WE CAME DOWN THE BANK THROUGH UNDER BRUSH AND ACROSS CREEKS IN THE DARK WITH NOTHING BUT A SWIMMING SUITS ON. IT WAS LATE WHEN WE GOT HOME AND WE WERE ALL SCRATCHED UP EVERYWHERE. WE DID HAVE SOME INSURANCE ON THE BOAT BUT NOT ENOUGH TO REPLACE IT. WE DID FIND OUT THAT THE WATER WAS ABOUT FIFTY FOOT WHERE IT WENT DOWN. WE DIDN’T TRY TO FIND IT AND KNEW WE HAD NO WAY TO GET IT OUT IF WE DID SO WE LEFT IT ALONE AND I GUESS IT IS STILL THERE ON THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE AND THE FISH HAVE A GOOD HOME TO LIVE IN.

MYRTLE AND I WERE NOT GETTING ALONG VERY WELL. I KNOW IT WAS MY FAULT WE WERE NOT TOGETHER VERY MUCH,YET IN A WAY THAT DIDN’T SEEM TO MATTER. WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER SHE DID NOT WANT TO DO ANYTHING LIKE GOING TO A MOVIE OR TO THE BEACH OR GO VISIT SOMEONE OR PLAY CARDS TOGETHER. ALL SHE WANTED TO DO WAS GO TO CHURCH. I WENT WITH HER A LOT AND TOOK HER AND THE BOYS WHEN I WASN’T WORKING.

I KNOW I WAS AT FAULT TOO WITH THE WAY I FELT AND THE THINGS I DID WHEN I MARRIED HER. I TRIED TO GET OVER THE OTHER GIRL AND FORGET HER BUT I KNOW SHE WAS ALWAYS IN THE BACK OF MY MIND. I FOUGHT WITH MYSELF MANY TIMES WHEN I WAS ALONE ABOUT THE GIRL I SAID I WOULD STICK IT OUT AND MAKE THE MARRIAGE WORK NO MATTER WHAT IT TOOK BUT WE GOT FURTHER APART.

WHEN I WAS IN KOREA, I MISSED HOME AND EVERYTHING BUT MY FEELINGS ABOUT MYRTLE DIDN’T SEEM TO BE RIGHT. I FELT THAT WHEN I GOT HOME I WOULD MAKE IT RIGHT AND WE WOULD MAKE THINGS WORK OUT FOR US, BUT THEY DIDN’T.

MYRTLE WAS GOOD TO THE CHILDREN AND TOOK CARE OF THEM AND KEPT OUR CLOTHES CLEAN AND COOKED FAIR AND KEPT THE HOUSE WORK DONE AND STRAIGHT. SHE WAS GOOD IN LOTS OF WAYS AND I KNOW SHE LOVED US VERY MUCH IN HER OWN WAY, YET THINGS GOT WORSE AND WE SEEMED TO BE GOING DOWN HILL FAST.

I STARTED PLAYING MUSIC AGAIN AND HAD A GOOD BAND TOGETHER AND WE PLAYED DANCES ON FRIDAY AND SATURDAY NIGHTS. I PLAYED THE ESQUIRE BALLROOM FOR A WHILE AND OTHER LARGE DANCE HALLS. ANOTHER ONE WAS IN HIGHLANDS JUST OFF HIGHWAY I-10 ON THE RIVER. I STILL WORKED TWO JOBS THROUGH THE WEEK. MYRTLE NEVER WANTED TO GO HEAR ME PLAY OR BE WITH ME WHEN I DID.

IN 1955, I FOUND A LETTER FROM MYRTLE’S MOTHER THAT SAID SHE WAS COMING TO HOUSTON TO STAY WITH US FOR A WHILE AND THERE WERE OTHER THINGS ABOUT ME IN THE LETTER ALSO. THE LETTER WAS ABOUT TWO WEEKS OLD AND MYRTLE HADN’T SAID ANYTHING TO ME. THAT MADE ME MAD AND I HAD HAD  ENOUGH. I ASKED MYRTLE ABOUT IT AND SHE SAID SHE WASN’T GOING TO TELL ME UNTIL HER MOTHER GOT TO HOUSTON, THEN I WAS VERY MAD.

I HAD FOUGHT OFF THE IDEA ABOUT A DIVORCE BECAUSE OF THE CHURCH AND THE CHILDREN, AND THAT IT WAS WRONG AND AGAINST EVERYTHING I HAD BEEN TAUGHT IN MY LIFE. WE TALKED ABOUT EVERYTHING AND I TOLD HER THE WAY I FELT ABOUT THE OTHER GIRL WHEN I MARRIED HER, HOW I THOUGHT I COULD HELP HER AND HER MOTHER WITH THE HOUSE AND THOUGHT I COULD FORGET THE OTHER GIRL IN TIME. WE AGREED THAT A DIVORCE WAS THE BEST THING TO DO, SO WE BOTH WENT TO A LAWYER AND SIGNED THE PAPERS WITH NO CONTEST OVER ANYTHING. I KEPT THE HOUSE AND LIVED IN IT. MYRTLE WENT HOME TO HER MOTHERS WITH THE CHILDREN. AFTER SHE LEFT I WENT TO THE LAWYER AND DELAYED THE DIVORCE FOR A WHILE THINKING THINGS MIGHT BECOME BETTER IF WE WAITED A WHILE BUT THEY DIDN’T. I WENT HOME TO MOTHERS AND CALLED MYRTLE AND WE TALKED SOME MORE ABOUT OUR PROBLEMS. I TALKED TO MOTHER FOR A LONG TIME WITH NO ANSWERS ONE WAY OR THE OTHER. I CAME BACK TO HOUSTON AND CALLED THE LAWYER WENT ON WITH THE DIVORCE AND IT WAS FINAL SOME TIME IN 1956. I WENT ON WITH MY JOB AT THE RAILROAD AND A/C WORK WITH NORTHSHORE A/C COMPANY AS A FULL TIME SERVICE MAN.

I STOPPED PLAYING MUSIC FOR A WHILE, (JUST SAT IN WITH A BAND SOMETIMES AT DIFFERENT PLACES). ONE NIGHT ON MY WAY HOME FROM THE RAILROAD I STOPPED AT THE PRINCESS DRIVE IN ON WAYSIDE AND MET MILDRED BARTLEY. SHE WAS A CAR-HOP WORKING AT THE DRIVE IN. EVERY NIGHT ON THE WAY HOME I STOPPED BY AND WE WOULD TALK. I HAD BOUGHT A NEW 1956 F-L-H HARLEY DAVIDSON MOTORCYCLE SO ONE DAY I PICKED HER UP AND WE WENT TO GALENA PARK, AND I MET HER MOTHER AND FATHER WHO HAD ADOPTED HER WHEN SHE WAS SMALL. THEY WERE FROM TYLER TEXAS. MILDRED HAD BEEN MARRIED AND HAD A FOUR YEAR OLD BOY BY THE NAME OF BILLY CARL THOMAS. SHE WAS DIVORCED AND WAS STAYING WITH HER MOTHER AND FATHER. MILDRED WAS A LOT OF FUN TO BE WITH. ABOUT A MONTH WENT BY AND WE TALKED ABOUT GETTING MARRIED. I WAS NOT IN ANY RUSH TO MAKE ANOTHER MISTAKE LIKE I DID WITH MYRTLE AND I KEPT PUTTING IT OFF. IT WAS ABOUT TWO MONTHS LATER AND ONE DAY WE WENT TO LIBERTY, TEXAS AND GOT MARRIED. THINGS WERE WONDERFUL AND FULL OF FUN. WE WENT TO MOBILE TO MOTHERS AND THEY MET MILDRED. THIS WAS IN 1956 WHEN WE GOT MARRIED.

WE PICKED UP MY TWO BOYS FROM MYRTLE AND WE WENT OUT TO EAT. WE TALKED AND THE BOYS SEEMED TO LIKE MILDRED AND ACCEPTED HER AND THAT WE WERE MARRIED. THEY WERE YOUNG AND I KNOW THEY DID NOT REALIZE WHAT HAD HAPPENED WITH THEIR MOTHER AND I OR WHY. (HOW DO YOU TELL CHILDREN WHY YOU CAN NOT LIVE WITH THEIR MOTHER ANY MORE?) I DID TRY BUT I FAILED. I KNOW THEY WERE HURT AND I WAS TOO. YOU SAY TO YOURSELF YOU WILL MAKE IT UP TO THEM,BUT YOU CAN’T. NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, IT JUST IS NOT ENOUGH.

MILDRED AND I WERE HAPPY TOGETHER AND WE LOVED EACH OTHER. WE WENT TO TYLER TO MEET MILDRED’S MOTHER. HER NAME WAS DOLLY. I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT THE LAST NAME WAS. THEY LIVED IN A HOUSE THAT NEEDED A LOT OF REPAIR AND IT WAS NOT VERY CLEAN. WE LEFT BILLY CARL WITH HER MOTHER, MILDRED WANTED TO GO OUT TO THE OLD PLACES AND BARS WHERE SHE USED TO GO. SHE HAD A LOT OF MEMORIES OF HER EX-HUSBAND HOW SHE LOVED HIM.

MILDRED WAS HIGH-STRUNG AND WAS QUICK TO GET MAD. I FOUND THIS OUT VERY SOON AFTER WE WERE MARRIED AND WHEN SHE DID I WAS ALWAYS THE ONE SHE BLAMED FOR WHAT WENT WRONG. THERE WERE TIMES I KNEW I HAD MADE ANOTHER MISTAKE IN THE MARRIAGE. SHE WAS JUST THE OPPOSITE FROM MYRTLE. SHE WAS FUN TO BE WITH AND TO GO OUT IN A CROWD WITH,BUT WHEN WE GOT HOME I SEEMED TO BE THE ONE THAT HAD DONE SOMETHING WRONG.

WE STAYED TOGETHER SOME HOW THROUGH THE YEARS AND THERE WAS A LOT OF HAPPINESS THAT OUT WEIGHED THE BAD. IN 1961 MICHAEL WAYNE WAS BORN TO US AND THAT SEEMED TO HELP US BE CLOSER TOGETHER. WE WENT TO MOBILE A LOT AT FIRST AND SHE LIKED TO BE AROUND MY FAMILY. THEN SHE BECAME JEALOUS OF THEM AND WE STAYED AWAY FROM THEM AND MOBILE FOR A LONG TIME. SHE BECAME JEALOUS OF GLENN AND MARIE AND DIDN’T WANT ME TO WORK WITH GLENN BUT I DID ANYWAY AND SHE GOT MAD EVERY TIME AND WOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT WHEN I GOT HOME. I KNEW SHE WAS THAT WAY AND WE STILL GOT ALONG OK.

I HAD FUN WITH THE BOYS AND WE PLAYED TOGETHER A LOT. MILDRED AND I WENT TO THE BEACH WITH THE BOYS AND ENJOYED DOING THINGS TOGETHER. WE ALL LIKED GOING FISHING AT TURTLE BAYOU CLOSE TO ANAHUAC. WE WENT CAMPING SOME ON THE SAN JACINTO RIVER WEST OF HI-WAY 59. WE DID HAVE GOOD TIMES TOGETHER,BUT THINGS DID NOT LAST. MILDRED WENT TO WORK FROM TIME TO TIME AS A WAITRESS IN A CAFE AND BARS. SHE ALWAYS DRANK SOME AND IT GOT WORSE. SHE HAD BAD HEADACHES AND SHE NEVER GOT OVER HER FIRST HUSBAND. SHE HAD SHOCK TREATMENTS,AND THAT DID NOT DO MUCH GOOD BECAUSE SHE STILL HAD HEADACHES AND MEMORIES OF THE PAST THAT BOTHERED HER.

MILDRED WAS VERY PROTECTIVE OF BILLY CARL AND MIKE, YET SHE WAS OVERBEARING WITH THEM HERSELF. SHE WOULD TELL ME TO CORRECT THEM AND WHEN I DID SHE GOT MAD AT ME FOR DOING IT.

WE HAD GOOD NEIGHBORS AROUND US AND THEY LIKED MILDRED AND THAT  HELPED US A LOT.WE WOULD GO TO THEIR HOMES AND THEY CAME TO OURS. THE JONES LIVED DOWN THE STREET ON THE EAST SIDE ABOUT TWO HOUSES SOUTH OF OURS AND THEY WOULD KEEP BILLY AND MIKE WHEN MILDRED WORKED. THE FREDERICK’S ACROSS THE STREET AND THEIR CHILDREN PLAYED IN OUR POOL IN THE BACK YARD WITH BILLY AND MIKE. I HAD NOT MET THEM AT FIRST, BUT DID WHEN WE WERE INVITED TO A PARTY IN THEIR BACKYARD TO PLAY AND SING FOR THEM. THE JOHNSON’S CAME AND THE CAMPFIELD’S AND THE CHRISTS AND SOON I KNEW ALL THE NEIGHBORS AROUND US. THE MEEKS’ AND THE CUMMING’S ON CHAZEN AND OTHERS.  SALLY FREDERICK WOULD BABY SIT WITH BILLY AND MIKE A LOT AND SHE WAS ABOUT TWELVE YEARS OLD THEN AND SHE SAID SHE LIKED TO BABY SIT THERE BECAUSE WE HAD GOOD THINGS TO EAT. WE LIKED SALLY BECAUSE SHE KEPT THE HOUSE CLEAN.

My Dad, Louis Clifford Mancill,  (Alabama Lou) singing ,  Johnnie Day, & Paul Buskirk, at Shakey’s Pizza Parlor, Spencer Highway,  Pasadena, Harris County, Texas, 1970.

 I NEVER WENT TO SCHOOL FOR A/C AND HEATING BUT LEARNED THE TRADE IN THE FIELD BY DOING THE JOB. THE MANUFACTURING COMPANIES AND DISTRIBUTORS WOULD HOLD CLASSES ON THEIR EQUIPMENT TO SHOW THE SERVICE MEN HOW IT WORKS AND HOW TO INSTALL AND SERVICE IT. MOST OF THE UNITS WORKED A LOT LIKE OTHER UNITS WITH SOME CHANGES IN CONTROLS AND OPERATION. ONE OF THE BEST PART OF SHOWS AND CLASSES WAS THEY ALWAYS GAVE US ALL WE COULD EAT WHEN IT WAS OVER. WE ALWAYS GOT A LOT OF BOOKS AND INSTRUCTIONS SHEETS OF THE EQUIPMENT. I ENJOYED GOING TO THEM AND WOULD LEARN A LOT FROM THEM.

NORTHSHORE A/C (ON MARKET STREET) PUT IN A SHEET METAL SHOP TO MAKE DUCT WORK FOR JOBS WE INSTALLED AND HIRED A MAN TO MAKE IT. I SOON LEARNED HOW TO BUILD THE PARTS FOR THE JOBS WE PUT IN. WE STARTED TO INSTALL BIGGER UNIT IN CHURCHES,SCHOOLS AND HOSPITALS. WHEN THE HOSPITAL ON THE I-10 FREEWAY AT WESTMONT WAS BUILT,IT WAS ROCKGLEN HOSPITAL AND I INSTALLED THE AIR CONDITIONING UNIT IN IT. IT WAS A 250 TON CARRIER UNIT THAT USED FREON 11 AND RUNS IN A VACUUM OF AROUND 18 INCHES BELOW ZERO PRESSURE.

I SOON FOUND OUT WHEN I  FIRST STARTED IN A/C WORK THAT YOU HAD TO KNOW MORE THEN JUST ONE TRADE. YOU HAD TO BE A CARPENTER, PLUMBER, ELECTRICIAN, WELDER,DUCTWORK MAN AND KNOW  HOW TO DO REFRIGERATION WORK AND KNOW ABOUT AIR FLOW AND TEMPERATUERE DROP AND HEAT GAIN. EVEN AFTER FORTY TWO YEARS I STILL DON’T KNOW IT ALL.

NORTH SHORE A/C STARTED GETTING CONTRACTS ON SCHOOLS. THE NORTH SHORE HIGH SCHOOL WAS THE FIRST ONE WITH A 250 TON UNIT. I WAS PUT IN CHARGE OF THE JOB AS SUPERINTENDENT. THEN WE GOT OTHER SCHOOLS IN BAYTOWN AND PASADENA, IN ALL. A SCHOOL IN ALGIN,ANOTHER IN FRIENDSWOOD AND ONE IN STAFFORD. THERE WAS ONE SCHOOL ON FONDREN STREET THAT WAS A 400 TON UNIT AND IT WAS THE LARGEST UNIT THAT WE PUT IN. THERE WERE ELEVEN SCHOOLS IN ALL.

ABOUT 1967 MILDRED AND I WERE HAVING MORE TROUBLE AND SHE WAS DRINKING MORE AND STAYING OUT LATE AT NIGHT AFTER SHE GOT OFF WORK. SHE HAD NEVER LIKED THE HOUSE ON CHESTON DRIVE SO WE SOLD IT AND RENTED A BIG HOUSE IN CHANNELVIEW ON NORTH BRENTWOOD. IT HAD A BIG YARD AND A LOT OF BIG TREES ON IT.

IN 1968 THINGS WERE NOT ANY BETTER AT BRENTWOOD THEN THEY WERE ON CHESTON, WE JUST COULDN’T GET ALONG ANYMORE AND SO ONE NIGHT I CAME HOME AND FOUND MORE THINGS WRONG AND I REALIZED THINGS WERE OVER BETWEEN US. I DID LOVE MILDRED BUT WE COULD NOT LIVE TOGETHER SO WE FILED FOR A DIVORCE. I MOVED INTO THE SHOP AT NORTHSHORE A/C AND STAYED THERE FOR AWHILE.

WE WERE TO MEET AT THE JACINTO CITY PARK ON MARKET STREET FOR MIKE’S BIRTHDAY  I WAITED AND NO ONE CAME. I WAS TOLD LATER, AFTER NO ONE CAME, THAT SHE HAD LEFT WITH HER EX-HUSBAND FOR CALIFORNIA WITH THE BOY IN HIS 18 WHEELER TRUCK . ( she was still in love with him)

I WAS GLAD FOR HER AND HOPED SHE COULD FIND HAPPINESS AND THAT THINGS WOULD WORK OUT FOR HER AND SHE COULD BE HAPPY.

SOON AFTER THIS , I  FOUND OUT THAT JEAN AND LEROY HAD ALSO SEPARATED AND WERE GETTING A DIVORCE TOO. THEY WERE BOTH GOOD FRIENDS WITH MILDRED, AND ME WHEN WE LIVED ON CHESTON. WE ALL HAD GOOD TIMES TOGETHER AT PARTIES AT OUR HOMES AND AT DANCES WHEN WE ALL WENT TO TOGETHER.  JEAN AND I HAD TALKED ABOUT OUR TROUBLES AT HOME WE TRIED TO HELP EACH OTHER GET ALONG BETTER.  JEAN TALKED TO MILDRED AND I TALKED TO LEROY. IT HELPED TO HAVE FRIENDS TO TALK TO TRY TO UNDERSTAND WHAT WAS WRONG WITH OUR WORLDS.

1709 CHESTON DRIVE, JACINTO CITY, TX 77029~~Frederick Homestead~~1948-1968

AFTER MY  DIVORCE  I  WENT BACK CHESTON DRIVE AND TALKED TO OUR FRIENDS AND  TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON. IT WAS NEVER THE SAME ANYMORE. I REMEMBER GOING TO A SHOW OVER AT THE ALABAMA AND JEAN AND NITA WERE THERE AND WHEN I WALKED IN NITA CAMFIELD’S  POPCORN WENT STRAIGHT UP. THERE WAS  POPCORN EVERYWHERE.  SHE DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT US .

JEAN AND I WERE BOTH DIVORCED AND LOST, MIXED UP, IN A WORLD WITH NO WHERE TO TURN TO AND WE WERE GOOD FRIENDS. WE LIKED TO BE AROUND EACH OTHER AND ENJOYED THE SAME THINGS. I HAD EVEN THOUGHT OF GOING BACK TO MOBILE BUT THAT WOULDN’T WORK EITHER.  

LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL HISTORY POST #12

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. 

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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 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.

My Dad, Louis C. Mancill moving out with the troops to Korea in 1950. His Father & Mother, Elliott D. Mancill & Cora Lee (Wilson) Mancill, his wife, Myrtle (Elder) Mancill, and son, Carl Mancill, were there to see him off, from Foley, Alabama. He entered the U.S. ARMY as a Private in World War II, and he also fought in the Korean War and was advanced to Buck Sergeant. He was one of the cooks on the front lines feeding our troops. He told me that sometimes he had to move the mess hall three or four times a day with the fighting. He played the guitar by ear and sung for his buddies. He was a proud World War II and Korean War veteran.

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.

Louis Clifford “Cliff” Mancill, Korean War, 1951. A proud Alabama Boy and Patriot!!

THEY GAVE US A COT IN THE OFFICERS TENT AND IT WAS NIGHT WHEN WE GOT TO MY COMPANY AND BILL AND I WERE SITTING ON OUR COTS TALKING ABOUT HOME AND OLD TIMES WHEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. WE BOTH HIT THE GROUND BY OUR COTS AND KNOCKED THE CANDLE OUT. WHAT WE DIDN’T KNOW WAS THAT DOWN THE HILL ABOUT A QUARTER OF A MILE WAS A BATTERY OF 1055 GUNS AND THEY WERE SHOOTING RIGHT UP THROUGH THE PASS OVER OUR HEADS WHERE WE WERE BUT WE THOUGHT THEY WERE INCOMING FIRE FROM THE FRONT LINES. WE GOT THE CANDLE LIT AGAIN AND WENT ON WITH OUR TALKING ABOUT THE GOOD TIMES TOGETHER WHEN WE WERE HOME. WE WERE ABOUT FIVE MILES OF THE 38TH PARALLEL.

THE NEXT DAY BILL WENT BACK TO HIS OUTFIT, AND I WAS ASSIGNED TO MY JOB IN THE KITCHEN. I WAS THE REPLACEMENT FOR THE OTHER MESS SERGEANT. HE SHOWED ME AROUND AND HOW THINGS WERE DONE AND IN ABOUT A WEEK HE WENT HOME. I MOVED INTO HIS LITTLE SIX BY EIGHT TENT AND HAD A COT TO SLEEP ON.

IT WAS COLD THAT WINTER IN KOREA AND I MADE A LITTLE HEATER (FOR MY TENT) OUT OF A FIVE GALLON COOKING OIL CAN. I PUT ROCK IN THE BOTTOM OF IT AND MADE THE VENT PIPE OUT OF TEN CANS PUT TOGETHER. THE BURNER WAS MADE FROM A PIECE OF BRAKE LINE OFF OF A TRUCK, AND SOME RUBBER HOSE WITH A LITTLE VALVE TO CONTROL THE AMOUNT OF FUEL TO THE BURNER. I USED GASOLINE FOR FUEL AND IT WORKED GOOD AND KEPT ME WARM. I NEVER LEFT IT ON WHEN I WAS ASLEEP AT NIGHT. AFTER I LEFT THIS JOB TO COOK FOR ANOTHER UNIT, I LEFT EVERYTHING WITH THE NEW MAN, TENT, STOVE AND A COT AND ABOUT A WEEK LATER, SOMETHING WENT WRONG AND THE STOVE SET FIRE TO THE TENT AND BURNED EVERYTHING UP THE MAN HAD AND ALL THE FOOD THAT IN THE TENT. HE MUST HAVE LEFT IT ON WHILE HE WAS AT THE KITCHEN.

WE MOVED AROUND A LOT AND I DID ABOUT THE SAME THINGS I DID WHEN I WAS AT SOUTH CAROLINA. WE TOOK FOOD UP TO THE FRONT LINES, ONE HOT MEAL A DAY AND THAT WAS AN ORDER OF EVERY DAY. WE LOST TWO COOKS AND THE TRUCK THAT THEY WERE IN FROM MORTAR FIRE WHEN THEY WENT TO TAKE FOOD TO THE MEN ON THE FRONT LINES.

SOMETIMES I WENT WITH THEM AND I GOT INTO TROUBLE WHEN THE COMPANY COMMANDER FOUND OUT ABOUT IT. HE SAID MY JOB WAS AT THE KITCHEN AND NOT TO FORGET IT. I WENT TO THE SUPPLY DEPOT FOR OUR FOOD SUPPLY TWO TIMES A WEEK. WE HAD A GOOD COOK THAT WAS A GOOD BAKER AND HE COULD MAKE GOOD PIES AND CAKES. OUR STOVES USED WHITE GAS AND DID A GOOD JOB COOKING MOST ANYTHING. ALL OF OUR VEGETABLES AND POTATOES CAME IN A CAN, NOTHING FRESH. ALL OF THE MEAT, CHICKEN AND FISH WERE FROZEN BUT IT WAS TOP GRADE FOOD. WE HAD A LOT OF EGGS, FLOUR AND SUGAR AND MOST ALL OF THE SPICES TOO. OUR SUPPLIES WERE ALWAYS MORE THEN ENOUGH BUT IT NEVER WENT TO WASTE, WE GAVE THE MEN SECONDS IF THEY WANTED IT. THE WAR STOPPED AND THEY WERE TRYING TO SIGN A PEACE TREATY BETWEEN COUNTRIES THAT WENT ON AND ON FOR SOME TIME.

I WROTE A LOT OF LETTERS HOME TO MYRTLE AND MOTHER AND DADDY AND THEY WERE GOOD ABOUT WRITING TOO AND THAT HELPED PASS AWAY A LOT OF LONELY TIMES. I MISSED HOME AND THE ONES I LOVED VERY MUCH. I KNOW I LOVED MYRTLE BUT NOT AS MUCH AS I SHOULD HAVE. I FELT SHE WAS MY WIFE AND THE MOTHER OF OUR CHILDREN BUT OUR MARRIAGE WAS NOT WHAT I HAD THOUGHT IT WOULD BE, BUT I WAS DETERMINED TO MAKE IT BE AS MUCH OF A MARRIAGE AS I COULD.

I WORKED AT THE ASSIGNMENT, AS MESS SERGEANT FOR EIGHT MONTHS AND THEY STARTED A SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT GROUP OF ABOUT THIRTY MEN AND FOUR OFFICERS TO RUN SPECIAL RECONNAISSANCE INTO NORTH KOREA. THEY ASSIGNED ME TO DO ALL THE COOKING FOR THEM. I HAD FOUR KOREAN CIVILIAN MEN FOR K.P.TO DO ALL THE CLEANING OF POTS AND PANS. I WAS UP EARLY AND WORKED LATE EVERY DAY WITH SOME TIME OFF BETWEEN MEALS. THEY SPOKE SOME ENGLISH AND I SPOKE A FEW WORDS OF KOREAN AND WE GOT ALONG OK AS TO WHAT HAD TO BE DONE.

THEN I SAW A NOTICE ON THE BULLETIN BOARD THAT SPECIAL SERVICE WAS STARTING A GROUP TO PUT ON SHOWS FOR THE MEN OF ALL COMPANIES IN THE DIVISION. I WENT TO TRY OUT AND MADE THE SHOW. I WAS THEN TRANSFERRED TO SPECIAL SERVICE . THERE WERE ABOUT TEN OR TWELVE MEN IN THE SHOW. WE HAD A LEAD GUITAR MAN, A BASS MAN, AN ACCORDION AND PIANO MAN, A TRUMPET AND A TAP DANCER, AND TWO OTHER MEN THAT SANG VERY GOOD AND I DID COUNTRY SONGS AND PLAYED THE GUITAR AND BASS SOME. THERE WERE OTHERS THAT TOLD JOKES AND DID TRICKS.

My Dad,Louis Clifford Mancill (in middle)in U.S. Army, World War II, about 1944, in France. Identities of other guys only known as “Lem” and “Red”, my Dad’s best buddies.

I ENJOYED MY LAST MONTHS IN SPECIAL SERVICES. EVERYONE HAD TO SERVE A YEAR OVERSEAS BEFORE THEY CAME BACK HOME. I FOUND OUT THAT OUT OF THE GROUP OF MEN THAT I WENT OVER WITH ONLY ONE OTHER MAN AND I WERE THE ONLY ONES TO COME HOME. THE OTHERS WERE KILLED. HIS NAME WAS MAURICE SUBBLE, ONE OF CARLES SUBBLE BROTHERS WHO I WORKED FOR ON HIS FARM. HIS NERVES WERE BAD AND HE DRANK A LOT AND HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER WHAT HE WENT THROUGH IN KOREA. I WENT TO SEE HIM A FEW TIMES AND WE TALKED A LOT BUT IT WAS HARD TO FIND HIM NOT DRUNK, SO I STOPPED GOING TO SEE HIM. I WAS AT MOTHERS FOR ABOUT TWO WEEKS,THEN MYRTLE AND THE TWO BOYS WENT BACK TO TEXAS WITH ME. THE RAILROAD GAVE ME MY JOB BACK.

 

LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL HISTORY POST #10

I STARTED GOING TO CHURCH WITH MOTHER AND DADDY AND MET MYRTLE ELDER AT THE CHURCH. SHE WAS A GOOD FAITHFUL CHRISTIAN AND WE STARTED DATING AFTER CHURCH AND WOULD GO TO THE SHOWS TOGETHER. SHE WAS TEN YEARS OLDER THAN ME BUT THAT DIDN’T BOTHER ME. ROZELLA WAS ALSO TEN YEARS OLDER. MYRTLE AND HER MOTHER OWNED AND LIVED IN A SMALL THREE ROOM HOUSE ON HOUSTON AVE. IN MOBILE, ALABAMA. IT HAD A LIVING ROOM, BED ROOM AND A SMALL KITCHEN BETWEEN THEM. HER MOTHER WORKED DOWN TOWN IN A DEPARTMENT STORE AND MYRTLE WORKED IN A BEAUTY SHOP ON HOUSTON AVE. EIGHT BLOCKS FROM HER HOUSE.

WE MADE PLANS TO GET MARRIED AND I STARTED TO BUILD A LARGER HOUSE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE SMALL ONE ON THE SAME LOT. DADDY HELPED ME AND WE SOON HAD IT FRAMED AND CLOSED IN ON THE OUTSIDE.  I LOST MY JOB SO I WORKED ON THE HOUSE MOST OF THE TIME. I HAD IT SEALED ALMOST INSIDE WITH SHEETROCK AND IN 1948 MYRTLE AND I WERE MARRIED AND MOVED INTO THE NEW HOUSE. I WAS 24 YEARS OLD WHEN I GOT MARRIED. I SOON FOUND OUT IT WHAT A MISTAKE IT WAS.

I GUESS I THOUGHT I COULD HELP MYRTLE AND HER MOTHER BY BUILDING THE HOUSE. I WAS WRONG IN BOTH WAYS AND IT DIDN’T TAKE LONG TO FIND THIS OUT. I WAS DIGGING A WHOLE FOR A SEPTIC TANK TO GIVE US A BATH ROOM INSIDE WHEN HER MOTHER TOLD ME I NEEDED TO MOVE OUT OF THE HOUSE THERE WASN’T ROOM FOR BOTH OF US. UP TO THAT TIME WE ALL GOT ALONG GOOD TOGETHER. THAT HIT ME HARD SO I MOVED OUT.

CARLES SUBBLES FATHER OWNED A FARM ACROSS THE ROAD AND 1/4 MILE DOWN FROM ANNIE LEE AND HARLOWS. CARLES HAD TWO BROTHERS AND ONE SISTER. HARLOW’S FATHER DIED AND HE SOLD HIS PART OF THE FARM TO CARLES. THEY GAVE ME A JOB, ROOM AND BOARD AND PAID ME 20 DOLLARS A WEEK. I ROOMED IN THE SAME LITTLE HOUSE AS BEFORE WHEN I WORKED FOR HARLOW. I SLEPT ON SACKS THAT WE PUT POTATOES IN WHEN WE HARVEST THEM. THEY ALSO GAVE ME AN ACRE OF POTATOES AND I GOT ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY THE DOCTOR AND HOSPITAL BILL WHEN CARL LOUIS WAS BORN OUR FIRST CHILD. MYRTLE STILL STAYED WITH HER MOTHER IN MOBILE AND CARL WAS BORN IN THE HOSPITAL IN MOBILE.

I WORKED FOR CARLES THE SUMMER OF 1948 AND ALL OF THE SAME GROUP OF BOYS IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD WERE TOGETHER A LOT. ONE OF THE TRACTORS THAT CARLES AND HIS DAD HAD WAS A FARMALL-H TRACTOR AND IT WOULD RUN ABOUT TWENTY MILES PER HOUR. WE WENT TO THE SWIMMING HOLE ON IT AND GLENN WAS WITH US. I WAS DRIVING AND WE WERE GOING DOWN HILL ON THE DIRT ROAD ON THE WAY HOME, WHEN WE HIT A BUMP IN THE ROAD AND GLENN FELL OFF IN FRONT OF ONE OF THE BIG WHEELS. I PUT ON BRAKES AND LOCKED THE WHEELS BUT WAS SLIDING ON THE ROAD. GLENN WAS SLIDING TOO. THE TRACTOR AND GLENN STOPPED AT THE SAME TIME. WE WERE LUCKY THAT HE WAS ONLY SCRATCHED ON HIS ARM AND LEG. WE WERE ALL LUCKY NOT TO GET HURT MORE THEN WE DID WITH ALL THE THINGS WE DID. WE WOULD TRY ANYTHING.

AFTER THE SUMMER WAS OVER CARLES DIDN’T NEED ME ANY MORE SO I GOT A JOB ON THE KENNEDY FARM IN SUMMERDALE, ALABAMA DRIVING A TRACTOR FOR FIFTY CENTS AN HOUR WITH A HOUSE TO LIVE IN. HIS FARM WAS RIGHT ACROSS THE ROAD FROM OUR OLD FARM. MR. KENNEDY HAD BOUGHT THE OLD PLACE AND THE HOUSE WAS GONE. THE HOUSE HE GAVE ME TO LIVE IN WAS IN TOWN,  JUST ACROSS THE RAILROAD TRACKS FROM HIS PACKING SHED, RIGHT BY THE TRACKS. I THINK I WORKED FOR HIM AT THE PACKING SHED BEFORE I WORKED ON HIS FARM, SACKING POTATOES WHEN THEY CAME OFF OF THE GRADER. WHEN I GOT THE JOB AND THE HOUSE IN SUMMERDALE, ALABAMA, MYRTLE AND CARL CAME AND WE LIVED TOGETHER THERE. THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN 1949.

I REMEMBER THE TRAIN ENGINE BECAUSE EVERY NIGHT THEY WOULD PARK IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE ABOUT TWO O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING. WHILE IT WAS THERE, THE WATER PUMP ON IT WOULD START UP EVERY FOUR OR FIVE MINUTES AND KEEP ME AWAKE SOMETIME FOR HOURS. I ASKED THEM TO PARK IT DOWN THE TRACK SOME BUT THEY WOULDN’T DO IT AND I GOT USED TO IT AFTER A WHILE.

THE HOUSE THERE WAS TWO STORY WITH A LIVING ROOM, KITCHEN AND A BED ROOM DOWN STAIRS AND ONE BED ROOM UPSTAIRS. THE PROPANE WAS FURNISHED TO COOK AND HEAT THE HOUSE WITH. THERE WAS NO A/C JUST A FAN I PUT IN THE WINDOW.

I BOUGHT A 1947 HARLEY-DAVIDSON MOTORCYCLE AND THAT WAS THE WAY WE GOT AROUND. I WOULD SIT CARL IN A CARDBOARD BOX BETWEEN MY LEGS ON THE GAS TANK AND AWAY WE WOULD GO TO CHURCH AT FAIRHOPE, ALABAMA FOURTEEN MILES AWAY AND TO MOBILE FOR MYRTLE TO SEE HER MOTHER, AND I WENT TO SEE MY MOTHER. I STAYED AWAY FROM HERS.

 

 

GERALD WAS GOING TO COLLEGE AT AUBURN, ALABAMA, AND HE NEEDED TO GET HIS BOOKS AND CAR HOME FOR THE SUMMER. THE CAR HAD A FLAT CRANKSHAFT ON ONE OF THE RODS AND IT KNOCKED BAD. WE WENT THERE ON MY 1947 MOTORCYCLE AND WHILE GERALD LOADED THE CAR WITH HIS THINGS I WORKED ON THE CAR TO FIX THE BEARING BY FILING THE ROD DOWN SO IT WOULD BE TIGHT ON THE SHAFT. THIS WOULD ONLY FIX IT TEMPORARILY TILL WE GOT IT HOME, MAYBE. WE ALSO TIED THE MOTORCYCLE ON THE BACK OF THE CAR. WE SURE HAD A LOAD ON IT. THE FRONT WHEELS WERE ALMOST OFF THE GROUND. SO WE STARTED HOME AND I WAS DRIVING ABOUT FORTY MILES AN HOUR.  WE GOT TO THE OLD SPANISH FORT, [ABOUT THIRTY MILES FROM MOTHERS], AND I TOOK THE MOTORCYCLE OFF TO GO ON TO SUMMERDALE, ALABAMA AND HOME. GERALD STARTED ON TO MOTHERS AND HE SAID,[LATER] THAT THE CAR SOUNDED GOOD AND IT WAS LATE SO HE WAS GOING DOWN THE LONG HILL JUST AFTER HE LEFT ME AND HE LET THE CAR GO FASTER. ALL AT ONCE THE ROD CAME LOOSE AND THE ENGINE STOPPED. HE HAD TO CALL DADDY TO COME TOW HIM HOME. I DIDN’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT TILL THE NEXT DAY.

 

 

ONE TIME GERALD AND I WERE AT JOHN’S (JOHN ELLIOTT), WHEN HE LIVED ON ALBA BEACH, JUST ON THE NORTH SIDE OF DOG RIVER , DUCK HUNTING. WE WERE ON THE BEACH ABOUT A 1/4 MILE FROM JOHNS. GERALD AND I WERE ABOUT ONE HUNDRED YARDS APART. GERALD WAS STANDING ON A LARGE LOG WITH THE GUN BUTT ON HIS RIGHT FOOT AND THE TOP OF THE BARREL OF THE GUN IN THE PALM OF HIS RIGHT HAND. THE GUN WAS AN OLD SINGLE BARREL WITH THE HAMMER ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE GUN. THE GUN SLIPPED OFF HIS FOOT AND DOWN THE SIDE OF THE LOG AND HUNG THE HAMMER ON THE LOG AND WENT OFF. IT TOOK OFF HIS RIGHT THUMB AND TWENTY FIVE OF THE BEE-BEES IN THE RIGHT SIDE OF HIS HEAD. I HEARD HIM SCREAM AND I CAME RUNNING TO WHERE HE WAS AND SAW WHAT HAD HAPPENED. I SHOULD NOT HAVE LEFT HIM BUT I THOUGHT THE RIGHT THING TO DO WAS GO GET THE CAR AND COME GET HIM. I RAN TO JOHNS AFTER THE CAR AND HAD TO GO AROUND AND COME IN A ROAD TO WHERE HE WAS. WHEN I GOT THERE HE WAS GONE. I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE STAYED WITH HIM AND CARRY HIM OUT. I GOT THE CAR STUCK IN THE SAND TRYING TO FIND HIM SO I LEFT THE CAR AND WENT TO JOHNS AND THE NEIGHBOR HAD TAKEN HIM TO THE HOSPITAL. I BLAMED MYSELF FOR THE WHOLE THING AND WISH I HAD NOT ASKED HIM TO GO HUNTING THAT DAY. THERE IS A LOT OF THINGS IN LIFE WE WISH WE COULD DO OVER OR CHANGE IF NOT FOR OURSELVES BUT TO SAVE OTHERS.

 

 

 

 

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

Have Bag, Will Travel

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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LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL HISTORY Post #7

ABOUT THIS SAME TIME IN MY LIFE, I GOT SCARED OUT OF MY SKIN. THE CHURCH IN ROBERTSDALE WAS HAVING MEETINGS AND SINGING EVERY NIGHT AND DADDY WOULD TAKE ALL OF US WITH HIM EVERY NIGHT TO THE MEETING IN THE WAGON. HE HAD A HAY FRAME ON THE WAGON WITH SOME HAY ON IT TO RIDE ON. ON THE WAY HOME ONE NIGHT I WENT TO SLEEP AND WHEN WE GOT HOME EVERY ONE WENT INSIDE THE HOUSE TO GO TO BED. DADDY TRIED TO WAKE ME UP BUT I DIDN’T GET UP I JUST WENT BACK TO SLEEP. EARLY IN THE MORNING I GOT COLD AND GOT UP TO GO IN THE HOUSE. WE HAD A COLLIE DOG THAT STAYED UNDER THE BACK PORCH MOST ALL THE TIME. SO I WENT TO THE FRONT DOOR AND WHEN I STEPPED ON THE FIRST STEP THE DOG CAME AFTER ME THROUGH THE STEPS AND I THINK I JUMPED OUT OF MY SKIN. DADDY CALLED THE DOG BEFORE HE COULD BITE ME AND I WENT TO THE BACK DOOR TO GET IN THE HOUSE BECAUSE I WAS ALMOST THERE ANYWAY.

ONE TIME FLOYD AND GERALD WENT AFTER OUR COWS LATE IN THE EVENING BEFORE DARK, ACROSS THE CREEK THAT RAN THROUGH THIS SAME FORTY ACRES, THEY HAD TO WALK ACROSS A FOOT LOG TO GET TO WHERE THE COWS WERE. WHILE THEY WERE UP THE HILL AFTER COWS, JOHN CAME ALONG AND GOT UP IN A TREE RIGHT BY THE FOOT LOG THAT WAS ONLY WIDE ENOUGH FOR ONE BEHIND THE OTHER TO WALK ON. FLOYD AND GERALD CAME BACK WITH THE COWS AND DROVE THEM ACROSS THE FORD WHERE WAGONS WOULD CROSS THE CREEK. THEY STARTED ACROSS THE LOG AND WHEN THEY GOT TO WHERE JOHN WAS, HE JUMPED OUT OF THE TREE, MAKING SOUNDS LIKE A TIGER. FLOYD HAD A STICK AND GERALD HAD HIS POCKET KNIFE OPENED. THEY HAD SAID TO EACH OTHER BEFORE THEY GOT TO THE CROSSING, WHAT THEY WOULD DO IF SOMETHING GOT AFTER THEM. FLOYD MUST HAVE JUMPED HIGH ENOUGH FOR GERALD TO GO UNDER HIM AND GERALD RAN UP THE HILL. FLOYD WAS STANDING THERE WITH THE STICK, SHAKING IT AT JOHN; JOHN FINALLY GOT FLOYD TO CALM DOWN ENOUGH TO SEE IT WAS HIM. THEY WENT TO SEE WHERE GERALD WAS, HE WAS STILL RUNNING UP THE HILL. THEY CALLED TO HIM AND HE CAME BACK TO THEM. THEY ASKED WHERE THE KNIFE WAS AND GERALD FOUND IT IN HIS POCKET, CLOSED UP. IT SCARED GERALD SO BAD HE DIDN’T GROW ANY FOR TWO OR THREE YEARS.
WE ALL GOT ALONG LIKE BROTHERS AND SISTERS DID. WE DID FIGHT SOMETIMES, LIKE CHILDREN DO. WE WORKED AND PLAYED TOGETHER AND WE WERE HAPPY AND ENJOYED LIFE, GROWING UP IN A TIME WHEN THE WORLD AND ITS WAYS WERE SLOW. EVERYONE KNEW THEIR NEIGHBORS AND HELPED EACH OTHER, AND WHEN A NICKEL WOULD BUY A LARGE CANDY BAR. WE ALL GREW UP STRONG AND HEALTHY, WENT TO SCHOOL, CAME HOME TO WORK IN THE FIELDS OR DO OUR CHORES AROUND THE FARM AND HOUSE. WE ALL HAD OUR WAY OF GETTING INTO TROUBLE. DADDY COULD ALWAYS STRAIGHTEN IT OUT WHEN HE GOT HOME, OR WHERE EVER WE WERE. HE NEVER WAITED TILL WE GOT HOME. HE DID IT WITH KINDNESS OR THE BELT. IF WE GOT INTO TROUBLE AT SCHOOL, WE GOT THE SAME WHEN WE GOT HOME. BUT OVER ALL WE WERE GOOD KIDS MOST OF THE TIME. JOHN AND FLOYD PLAYED FOOTBALL AT ROBERTSDALE HIGH SCHOOL AND GRADUATED, AND WENT TO COLLEGE. HE TAUGHT SCHOOL, AND GOT MARRIED. FLOYD JOINED THE NAVY AND GOT MARRIED. ANNIE LEE GRADUATED AND GOT MARRIED TOO. EMMA LAURA WAS WILD AND I DON’T KNOW IF SHE GRADUATED OR NOT. THE OTHER THREE BOYS GRADUATED TOO.
I WENT THROUGH THE SIX GRADE AND HALF WAY THROUGH THE SEVENTH, AND WAS TAKEN OUT TO DO THE PLOWING AND PLANTING AND THE SAME IN THE EIGHT GRADE. I NEVER WAS ONE TO LEARN FROM A BOOK, IF I COULD SEE IT DONE I COULD DO IT. I FAILED TWO GRADES AND WAS IN THE SAME ROOM WITH GERALD. HE HELPED ME OR I WOULD HAVE NEVER GOT AS FAR AS I DID IN SCHOOL. WE SHARED THE SAME BOOKS AND THAT HELPED OUT WITH THE MONEY. WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN OR FOURTEEN YEARS OLD, THE R.E.A. ELECTRIC CO RAN A POWER LINE ALONG THE HIGHWAY TO SERVICE FARM ALONG THE ROAD. A MAN THAT WORKED FOR THEM SAID IF WE COULD GET OUR HOUSE WIRED THEY WOULD GIVE US POWER I WENT TO ROBERTSDALE, TO A HARDWARE STORE. THE MAN THERE GAVE ME WHAT I NEEDED TO DO THE JOB AND SHOWED ME HOW TO DO IT. I WIRED THE HOUSE UP AND THE MAN LOOKED AT IT AND IT WAS OK SO THEY TURNED ON THE POWER. THIS WAS SUCH A DIFFERENCE FROM KEROSENE AND CARBIDE LAMPS. WE HAD LIGHTS IN EVER ROOM AND ON THE FRONT AND BACK PORCHES. THEN I RAN WIRE OUT TO THE BARN WHERE WE HAD LIGHTS TO MILK THE COWS BY.  WHAT AN IMPROVEMENT WE HAD. 
WE HAD A GOOD OLD MULE NAMED “BECK” SHE WAS A GOOD MULE. DADDY COULD LAY OUT ROWS TO PLANT THINGS IN WITH A GEORGIA STOCK PLOW, WHICH WAS STRAIGHT AS, AN ARROW. HE WOULD LAY THE LINES ON THE PLOW HANDLES AND JUST SAY GEE OR HAW TO HER TO MOVE ONE WAY OR THE OTHER, ROW AFTER ROW. SHE COULD OPEN CORN CRIB DOORS IF IT WASN’T LOCKED RIGHT. SHE WAS BAD ABOUT OPENING THE GATE OF THE BARN YARD AT NIGHT AND LETTING THE COWS OUT. ONE NIGHT SHE OPENED THE GATE AND LET HERSELF AND TWO OTHER MULES OUT. WE LOOKED FOR THEM FOR THREE DAYS BEFORE WE FOUND THEM FOURTEEN MILES FROM HOME. THAT’S WHEN WE KNEW SOMETHING HAD TO BE DONE ONE EVENING I WIRED THE GATE LATCH WITH 110 VOLTS OF ELECTRICITY AND HID AROUND THE CORNER OF THE BARN AND WATCHED HER. IT WASN’T, LONG TILL SHE CAME TO THE GATE AND GOT INTO THE POWER LINE ON THE GATE LATCH. WHEN SHE DID, SHE LET OUT A SQUEAL AND TURNED AROUND SHE DIDN’T STOP TILL SHE GOT TO THE BACK SIDE OF THE PASTURE.  
PS  SHE NEVER DID THAT AGAIN AND I  NEVER TOLD ANY ONE WHAT I DID . I REMEMBER OTHER THINGS THAT HAPPENED AFTER WE MOVED TO THE FARM ON THE HIGHWAY. THE FIRST WINTER WE WERE SICK WITH THE FLU, ALL OF US BUT ANNIE LEE. SHE TOOK CARE OF US AND DID THE COOKING AND HOUSE WORK. THE LADY NEXT DOOR WOULD FIX SOME FOOD AND BRING IT OVER AND PUT IT ON A FENCE POST CLOSE TO THE HOUSE AND ANNIE LEE WOULD BRING IT IN FOR US TO EAT. IT WAS A BAD AND HARD TWO WEEKS FOR US. IT TOOK SOME OF US LONGER TO GET OVER THE FLU. WE HAD NO GOOD DRUGS LIKE WE HAVE TODAY.
ONE TIME WE WERE WORKING ACROSS THE ROAD FROM THE HOUSE PULLING CORN TO HARVEST AND PUT IN THE BARN. GLENN WAS UP ON THE GATE POST WHERE WE WENT TO CROSS THE ROAD. HE WOULD OPEN THE GATE WHEN WE CAME WITH A LOAD IN THE WAGON TO TAKE IT THE BARN. WHILE  HE WAS  WAITING FOR US TO COME HE GOT OFF THE POST TO RUN TO THE HOUSE FOR SOMETHING AND HE DIDN’T LOOK  FOR CARS AND THERE WAS ONE COMING. HE GOT ALMOST TO THE OTHER SIDE AND WHEN HE HEARD THE BRAKES AND TIRES SQUEAL HE TURN AROUND AND WENT BACK TO THE POST. THE MAN IN THE CAR WOULD HAVE MISSED HIM IF HE HAD WENT ON ACROSS THE ROAD BUT WHEN GLENN WENT BACK THE MAN HAD TO GO THE OTHER WAY AND WENT INTO THE DITCH AND TURN THE CAR OVER TWO TIMES BEFORE COMING TO A STOP. NO ONE WAS HURT BUT THE CAR WAS BENT UP SOME. WHEN WE LOOKED FOR GLENN HE WAS UP ON TOP OF THE POST AGAIN ANOTHER STORY WAS ABOUT THE OLD TRUCK WE HAD TO RUN THE CANE MILL WITH. DADDY HAD THE TRANSMISSION FIXED BUT IT WOULDN’T RUN AND IT SAT IN THE YARD A LONG TIME.
ONE DAY WHEN EVERYONE WAS GONE {BUT MY THREE YOUNGER BROTHERS} I WORKED ON IT AND GOT IT RUNNING. I BOUGHT SOME GAS AND WE WENT DOWN THE ROAD ALMOST TO SUMMERDALE AND THE FLOORBOARDS CAUGHT ON FIRE. THE TRUCK DIDN’T HAVE ANY EXHAUST PIPES ON IT WE GOT IT OUT AND WENT BACK TO THE HOUSE. THE TRUCK DIDN’T HAVE ANY BRAKES AND WHEN I TURNED INTO THE DRIVEWAY I WAS GOING TOO FAST AND DIDN’T STRAIGHTEN OUT ENOUGH AND HIT THE CORNER GATE POST. IT WAS A BIG POST AND ALL I DID TO IT WAS BEND IT OVER SOME. THE TRUCK HOOD WAS BENT ALSO. THERE WAS A JUNK YARD ON THE ROAD THAT WENT BACK INTO HE WOODS TO THE SWIMMING HOLE AND I DROVE THE TRUCK TO THE JUNK YARD AND FOUND A HOOD THAT WOULD FIT AND REPLACED IT. WE WENT BACK TO THE HOUSE AND PARKED THE TRUCK IN THE SAME PLACE SO DADDY WOULDN’T KNOW IT HAD BEEN MOVED. I WENT OVER TO THE NEIGHBOR AND BORROWED A POST HOLE DIGGER AND RESET THE POST. WHEN I TOOK THE DIGGER BACK TO THE MAN HE ASKED ME WHAT I USED IT FOR AND I TOLD HIM TO SET A POST. HE SAID HE HAD SEEN ME DRIVING THE TRUCK AND WAS GOING TO TELL DADDY ABOUT IT. WHEN DADDY CAME HOME HE CAME OVER AND THEY TALKED A LONG TIME AND I KNEW WHEN HE LEFT I WAS IN TROUBLE. DADDY NEVER DID SAY ANYTHING TO ME ABOUT IT. I STILL DON’T KNOW IF HE TOLD DADDY OR NOT BUT I WORRIED ABOUT IT FOR A LONG TIME.

 SOMETIME ABOUT THIS SAME TIME, I HAD BOUGHT A BICYCLE THAT WAS A (WESTERN FLYER) AND IT WAS HEAVY DUTY WITH BIG SPOKES IN THE WHEELS AND BALLOON TIRES. I PUT A SEAT ON THE BACK, ONE BETWEEN THE SEAT AND HANDLEBARS ON THE FRAME AND ONE ON THE HANDLEBARS. MY THREE YOUNGER BROTHERS AND I WOULD RIDE TOGETHER AND GO EVERYWHERE. THERE WERE THREE OF US DOING THE PEDDLING AND THE ONE ON THE HANDLEBARS GOT A FREE RIDE. WE HAD THIS BICYCLE FOR A LONG TIME. I DON’T KNOW WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO IT. I MAY HAVE STILL HAD IT WHEN WE MOVED TO MOBILE AND USED IT ON MY PAPER ROUTE WHEN WE LIVED ON ARLINGTON STREET. WHEN WE WERE STILL ON THE FARM I REMEMBER ONE TIME I WAS RIDING IT BACK IN THE WOODS AT A CLAY PIT WHERE THEY DUG CLAY OUT TO BUILD ROADS THAT THERE WERE PILLS OF DIRT AND HILLS WHERE WE WOULD RIDE DOWN AND ONCE WHEN I CAME DOWN THE FRONT TIRE HIT A PINECONE AND THE BIKE WENT ONE WAY AND I WENT THE OTHER AND I BROKE MY LITTLE FINGER ON MY LEFT HAND AND IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN SHORTER THEN THE ONE ON MY RIGHT HAND.

MOTHER WAS A WONDERFUL LADY AND MOTHER TO US AND LIKE DADDY SHE WAS STRONG AND STERN, BUT SHE WAS KIND AND SOFT WHEN SHE PUT HERS ARMS AROUND YOU. SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN AND TOOK GOOD CARE  OF US. SHE WOULD TAKE US TO THE NEIGHBORS FIELDS AND PICK UP POTATOES FOR THREE CENTS A HAMPER TO MAKE MONEY TO HELP FEED AND BUY CLOTHES SO WE COULD GO TO SCHOOL. WE WOULD HELP HER WASH CLOTHES AND IRON THEM. SHE TOOK IN WASHING FROM THE NEIGHBORS AND DO OUR CLOTHES TOO. WE WOULD BUILD A FIRE UNDER A BIG IRON WASH POT AND BOIL THEM IN WATER AND HOME MADE LYE SOAP.  A SALESMAN CAME BY AND LEFT A WASHING MACHINE TO TRY OUT BUT DADDY SAID HE COULD NOT AFFORD IT AND IT MADE TOO MUCH NOISE. IT WAS POWERED BY A GASOLINE ENGINE.

MOTHER (CORA LEE WILSON MANCILL) WAS THE OLDEST OF FIFTEEN LIVING CHILDREN. HER FATHER,  JOHN T. WILSON, DIED WHEN HE WAS FIFTY YEARS OLD, IN MAY 1916, AND I NEVER KNEW HIM. HER MOTHER, ANNIE MISSOURI FLOWERS WILSON, WAS THE ONLY GRANDMOTHER I KNEW AND SHE LOVED AND MADE YOU FEEL SO WONDERFUL WHEN SHE WAS AROUND. LIKE MOTHER, SHE ALWAYS WENT ON ABOUT HOW BIG YOU WERE AND HOW GOOD YOU COULD DO THINGS. I WOULD STAY OVERNIGHT WITH HER ANYTIME MOTHER WOULD LET ME. MY AUNTS AND UNCLES WERE ALL GOOD TO US. I REMEMBER UNCLE B.B. BROUGHT SOME FOOD AND FLOUR TO MOTHER WHEN WE DIDN’T HAVE MUCH TO EAT, AND HOW MOTHER CRIED WHEN HE DID. ALL OF OUR FAMILY WERE LOVING PEOPLE.

Louis Clifford Mancill History Post #6

ON SUNDAY AFTERNOONS WHEN WE GOT HOME FROM CHURCH WE WOULD GO FLYING SQUIRREL HUNTING. WE WOULD FIND AN OLD DEAD STUMP OR TREE WITH WOODPECKER HOLES IN IT AND KNOCK ON IT TO RUN THE SQUIRRELS OUT. THEY WOULD COME OUT AND JUMP OFF OF THE STUMP AND SAIL TO THE BOTTOM OF ANOTHER TREE AND RUN UP THE TREE TO THE TOP. IF WE COULDN’T SHAKE THEM OFF THE TREE WE HAD TO CLIMB THE TREE TO RUN THEM OUT. THEY WOULD SAIL TO THE BOTTOM OF ANOTHER TREE. WE WOULD RUN AND IF WE GOT THERE IN TIME WE WOULD TRY TO WRAP OUR ARMS AROUND THE TREE ABOVE THEM AND KNOCK THEM OFF ON THE GROUND TO CATCH THEM. THEY WOULD BITE YOU IF YOU DIDN’T HOLD THEM JUST RIGHT.

SOMETIMES WE WOULD FIND YOUNG ONES AND TAKE THEM TO SCHOOL IN OUR SHIRT POCKETS, THEY WOULD COME OUT OF THE POCKET AND SIT ON OUR SHOULDER AND EAT NUTS OUT OF OUR HAND. WE WOULD SELL THEM FOR TWENTY FIVE CENTS EACH. WE KEPT THE OLDER ONES IN CAGES AND RAISED LITTLE ONES. THEY BECAME PETS THEY WOULD RUN LOSE IN THE HOUSE. THEY WERE FUN TO WATCH.

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WE MADE MOST OF OUR TOYS OURSELVES TO PLAY WITH LIKE BOATS MADE FROM BOARDS WITH NAILS ALL AROUND OUTSIDE AND STRING RUN FROM NAIL TO NAIL AND A STICK IN THE MIDDLE WITH PAPER ON IT FOR A SAIL. ANOTHER WAS WHIRL-A-JIG MADE BY CUTTING OFF A BROOM HANDLE ABOUT SIX INCHES LONG AND MAKING A PEG 1 1/2 INCHES LONG ON ONE END,1/4 INCHES ROUND. THEN GETTING A LARGE THREAD SPOOL AND DRIVING TWO SMALL NAILS ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER. THEN TAKING PRINCE ALBERT TOBACCO CAN AND MAKING A PROPELLER SIX INCHES LONG AND PUTTING TWO HOLES IN IT TO MATCH THE ONES ON THE SPOOL. THEN TAKE A STRING 24 INCHES LONG AND WRAP IT AROUND THE SPOOL AND PULL IT HARD TO SPEND THE PROPELLER OFF THE SPOOL AND UP INTO THE AIR. WE MADE LOTS OF OTHERS THINGS TO PLAY WITH AND HAD FUN DOING IT.

LIKE A LOT OF YOUNG CHILDREN, WE PLAYED A LOT OF GAMES TOGETHER AND MADE MOST OF OUR THINGS TO PLAY WITH. THERE WERE NEIGHBORS WITH CHILDREN AND WE WOULD PLAY BALL TOGETHER. WE PLAYED A GAME LIKE TAG EXCEPT WITH TIN CANS. WE WOULD STACK UP FOUR OR FIVE TIN CANS, THE ONE THAT WAS IT KNOCKED THEM DOWN AND EVERYONE HAD A STICK AND WHEN THE ONE THAT WAS IT FOUND SOMEONE, HE HAD TO BEAT THE ONE HE FOUND TO THE CANS,AND KNOCK THE CANS DOWN BEFORE HE DID. WHEN THE PEANUTS WERE ALMOST READY TO PULL UP AND STILL GREEN, WE WOULD PULL SOME AND BOIL THEM IN A GALLON BUCKET BY THE FIRE AND EAT THEM. WE WOULD COOK CORN ON THE COB AND NEW POTATOES TOO.

I REMEMBER THE BOY MY SAME AGE, JIMMY BARNHEART, THAT LIVED DOWN THE HILL AND ACROSS THE HIGHWAY FROM US. WE PLAYED A LOT TOGETHER. WHEN I WAS ABOUT TEN YEARS OLD WE WERE BACK IN THE WOODS ON A FORTY ACRES TRACK OF LAND THAT DADDY BOUGHT. IT WAS ACROSS THE ROAD FROM OUR TWENTY ACRES, CORNER TO CORNER, IN A HEAVY WOODED PLACE WITH PINE TREES. THE TREES WERE CLOSE TOGETHER ABOUT FORTY FEET TALL AND SMALL AT THE BOTTOM. THEY WERE LIMBER AND WE WERE IN THE TOP OF THEM SWINGING FROM ONE TO ANOTHER, LIKE TARZAN. I WAS IN ONE TREE ABOUT THIRTY FEET HIGH, AND I WAS HOLDING ONTO ANOTHER TREE LIMB. I HEARD A LIMB ON ONE SIDE OF ME CRACK AND I WENT TO THE WRONG TREE LIMB. DOWN I CAME TO THE GROUND AND BROKE BOTH WRISTS I THOUGHT.

DADDY TOOK ME TO OLD DOCTOR HALE IN ROBERTSDALE AND HE SAID THEY WERE ONLY SPRAINED, TO PUT VINEGAR AND CLAY ON THEM AND THEY WOULD BE OK. THEY HURT A LONG TIME. I REMEMBER MY SISTER EMMA LAURA WHO WAS JUST TWO YEARS OLDER THEN I WAS, SHE RAN ME OUT OF THE HOUSE WITH A BROOM. I GOT A HOLD OF THE BROOM HANDLE TO KEEP HER FROM HITTING ME WITH IT AND SHE WAS PULLING IT. MY WRISTS HURT BAD, BUT I WOULDN’T TURN LOOSE OF THE BROOM. ONE DAY ABOUT EIGHT MONTHS LATER I WENT TO DOCTOR JORDAN FOR SOMETHING ELSE AND HE SAID THEY WERE BROKEN. HE WANTED TO BREAK THEM AND SET THEM RIGHT BUT I WOULDN’T LET HIM. THEY DID BOTHER ME SOME THROUGH THE YEARS BUT NOT ENOUGH TO GO THROUGH THE HURT AGAIN.

Louis Clifford Mancill History post #5

DADDY BOUGHT TEN ACRES RIGHT ACROSS THE HIGHWAY FROM THE TWENTY ACRES ABOUT 1933. SOME OF IT WAS NOT CLEARED WHEN HE BOUGHT IT BUT WE CLEARED IT A YEAR OR SO LATER. WE RAISED CORN, POTATOES, COTTON, HAY, BEANS, PEANUTS, AND SUGAR CANE TO MAKE SYRUP. IN THE WINTER WE WOULD STRIP THE LEAVES OFF OF IT, CUT IT DOWN AND HAUL IT TO THE CANE MILL, SOMEONE WOULD START ABOUT 4 AM WITH ONE OLD MULE HITCHED TO THE END OF A LOG THAT WAS BOLTED ACROSS THE TOP OF THE MILL, AND THE MULE WOULD GO AROUND AND AROUND TO TURN THE MILL, AND WE WOULD FEED THE MILL WITH STALKS OF CANE TO SQUEEZE THE JUICE OUT OF IT. THEN ABOUT SEVEN AM DADDY WOULD START THE FIRE UNDER A BIG PAN TO COOK THE JUICE TILL IT MADE SYRUP. THE COOL JUICE WAS GOOD TO DRINK TOO. DADDY WOULD MAKE THREE TO FIVE HUNDRED GALLONS EACH YEAR. ONE YEAR HE MADE SEVEN HUNDRED GALLONS. WE WOULD EAT IT, SELL IT OR TRADE IT FOR FOOD TO MR. HAMMOND’S STORE IN ROBERTSDALE.

SOMETIMES SYRUP AND CORN BREAD WAS ALL WE HAD TO EAT. WE WOULD PULL THE CORN AS SOON AS IT GOT DRY ENOUGH TO SHELL IN LATE SUMMER, THEN WE SHELLED IT AND PUT IT ON THE ROOF OF THE BARN ON A SHEET TO DRY ENOUGH TO TAKE TO THE GRINDING MILL IN ROBERTSDALE TO MAKE CORN MEAL OUT OF IT. SOMETIMES WHILE THE CORN WAS ON THE ROOF TO DRY IT WOULD LOOK LIKE RAIN AND WE WOULD RUN TO GET IT DOWN OFF THE ROOF BEFORE IT GOT WET. MOTHER COULD MAKE THE BEST CORN BREAD I EVER ATE. AT LEAST I THOUGHT SO.

WE ALSO RAISED CATTLE, HOGS, CHICKENS AND DUCKS. WE DID A LOT OF HUNTING FOR RABBIT AND SQUIRREL. THE WOODS WERE OPEN AND WE COULD HUNT ALMOST ANYWHERE. WE CAUGHT A LOT OF FISH FROM THE CREEKS THAT RUN CLEAR ABOUT A MILE AND A HALF FROM HOME.

IN THE SUMMER WE WOULD WORK IN THE HOT FIELDS AND DADDY WOULD LET US GO TO CREEK TO WASH OFF THE DIRT BEFORE DARK. THIS WAS A TREAT FOR US. OUR GOOD SWIMMING HOLE WAS ON A CREEK CALLED POLECAT CREEK. IT WAS DEEP IN PLACES BUT HAD LOTS OF SHALLOW SPOTS ALONG THE BANKS WITH BIG ROCKS YOU COULD PLAY ON OR GET OUT OF THE WATER ON. UP ALONG THE BANKS THERE WAS A LOT OF FLAT ROCKS TO LAY AROUND ON. WE HAD A ROPE SWING TO SWING OUT OVER THE WATER AND TURN LOOSE INTO THE WATER. WE FIXED A 1/4 INCH WIRE UP IN A TREE ABOUT FIFTY FEET HIGH AND STRUNG IT ACROSS AND DOWN THE CREEK TO THE BOTTOM OF  ANOTHER TREE. WE GOT A PIECE OF ONE INCH PIPE TWELVE INCHES LONG AND SPLIT IT OPEN SO IT WOULD GO OVER THE WIRE,THEN WE WOULD GRAB THE PIPE AND DOWN THE WIRE WE WOULD GO AND DROP OFF IN THE WATER. IT WAS FUN TILL DADDY SAW IT THEN HE MADE US TAKE IT DOWN.

fish river_summerdale_alabamaEufaula, Alabama

WE WENT SWIMMING IN THE WINTER TOO. WE WOULD BUILD A BIG FIRE ON THE BANK TO WARM BY WHEN WE GOT OUT OF THE WATER. WE HAD LOTS OF FUN AND GOOD TIMES ALONG THIS CREEK. ABOUT TWO MILES DOWN STREAM FROM OUR SWIMMING HOLE THE CREEK RAN INTO A BIG RIVER CALLED, FISH RIVER. IT WAS DEEP AND ABOUT ONE HUNDRED YARDS WIDE.WE DID A LOT OF OVER NIGHT CAMPOUTS,CATFISHING AT NIGHT AND SLEPT ON THE GROUND, WE SAT AROUND A FIRE AND TALKED ABOUT THINGS IN OUR LIFE AND WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY. WE CAUGHT A LOT OF FISH AND WOULD COOK THEM ON AN OPEN FIRE.THEY WERE SURE GOOD. 

THERE WASN’T A SQUIRREL’S NEST OR A GOOD FISHING OR SWIMMING HOLE WITHIN FIVE MILES OF OUR HOME THAT WE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT. WE WOULD RUN THE WOODS ALL THE TIME THAT DADDY WOULDN’T NEED US TO HELP HIM IN THE FIELDS. WE BROUGHT HOME A LOT OF GAME AND FISH. ANYTHING WE BROUGHT HOME, MOTHER KNEW HOW TO COOK IT JUST RIGHT AND IT WAS GOOD OLD COUNTRY COOKING.

WE WOULD FIND GOPHERS (IT IS A  LAND TORTOISE, LIKE A TURTLE) THAT  DIGS INTO THE GROUND AND MAKE A HOLE THAT IS FLAT ON THE BOTTOM AND ROUND ON TOP ABOUT TWO FEET DEEP AND SOMETIMES FIFTEEN FEET LONG. YOU CAN DIG THEM UP OR PUT A CAN THAT IS FIFTEEN INCHES ACROSS THE TOP AND PUT HOLES IN THE BOTTOM TO LET WATER OUT IF IT RAINS AND PUT STRAWS ACROSS THE TOP WITH NEW PAPER AND DIRT OVER IT AND DIG A HOLE IN FRONT OF THE GOPHERS HOLE LEVEL WITH THE BOTTOM. WHEN THE GOPHER COMES IN OR OUT HE WILL FALL INTO THE CAN AND CAN’T GET OUT. MY GRANDMOTHER AND MOTHER COULD MAKE THE BEST TURTLE SOUP.

ONE DAY WAS HUNTING AND FLOYD FOUND A GOPHER HOLE AND GOT DOWN TO SEE IF HE COULD TELL IF ONE WAS IN THE HOLE OR NOT. HE COULD PAT IN THE MOUTH OF THE HOLE AND HEAR THE GOPHER DIGGING TO GO DEEPER. HE CALLED US AND SAID THERE WAS ONE IN THE HOLE HE COULD HEAR HIM. WHEN HE LOOKED AGAIN HE COULD SEE A RATTLE SNAKE WAS COILED UP ABOUT TWELVE INCHES FROM WHERE HE WAS PATTING WITH HIS HAND. WE GOT A SHOVEL AND DUG IT UP. THE SNAKE WAS SIX FOOT LONG WITH TWENTY ONE RATTLERS ON THE TAIL. IT IS A WONDER FLOYD WASN’T BITTEN. AS MUCH AS WE ALL WERE IN THE WOODS AND SWAMPS FISH AND HUNTING AND KILLED SO MANY SNAKES, WE WERE LUCKY I GUESS.

Louis Clifford Mancill History post #4

THERE WAS A HOUSE ON THE TWENTY ACRES, WITH TWO ROOMS OF ABOUT TWELVE BY TWELVE FEET EACH AND A FAMILY LIVED IN IT, BY THE NAME OF SUNDAY. IT WAS NOT MUCH OF A HOUSE FOR THE WOODEN FLOOR HAD CRACKS IN IT YOU COULD ROLL MARBLES THROUGH, AND THE ROOF WAS TIN. THE WIND WOULD BLOW THROUGH THE WALLS AND THE DOORS. IT HAD TWO WINDOWS, ONE IN EACH ROOM, WITH THE GLASS BROKEN OUT. THE DEPRESSION CAME, OR BAD TIMES, I DON’T KNOW WHICH, AND DADDY LOST THE FARM IN SUMMERDALE, ALABAMA.

THE MANCILL FAMILY WERE VERY DEVOUT CHURCH OF CHRIST PEOPLE. MY FATHER WAS A CHURCH OF CHRIST PREACHER. 

Summerdale, Alabama, Church of Christ

IN 1931 WE HAD TO MOVE INTO THE SMALL HOUSE ON THE HIGHWAY 98 BETWEEN SUMMERDALE & ROBERTSDALE, BUT BEFORE WE DID DADDY HAD TO GET THE LAW OUT THERE TO MAKE THE FAMILY THAT LIVED THERE MOVE OUT. THEY WERE RENTING THE HOUSE FROM DADDY OR HE WAS JUST LETTING THEM LIVE THERE FOR NOTHING. THEY DID FINALLY MOVE OUT, AND WE MOVED INTO IT. THERE WERE TEN OF US AND WE COOKED AND ATE IN ONE ROOM AND SLEPT IN THE OTHER. IN THE NEXT YEAR OR TWO, DADDY STARTED TO BUILD ONTO THE SMALL HOUSE WITH A TWO STORY BUILDING THAT BECAME OUR HOME. IT HAD THE KITCHEN IN THE SAME PART OF THE OLD HOUSE, AND THE DINING ROOM WHERE THE BED ROOM WAS, AND ADDED A LIVING ROOM, BED ROOM AND A ROOM THAT THE HEATER WAS IN. THE UPSTAIRS WAS ONE BIG OPEN ROOM WHERE ALL OF US KIDS SLEPT. HE WAS A GOOD CARPENTER AND COULD BUILD ANYTHING. I REMEMBER THIS HOME MORE THEN THE OTHERS. WE LIVED THERE TILL I WAS ABOUT 18 YEARS OLD.

Robertsdale Church of Christ

WE WERE IN THE ROBERTSDALE SCHOOL DISTRICT, AND I STARTED TO SCHOOL IN THE SECOND GRADE.  WE HAD TO WALK TO SCHOOL ABOUT TWO AND A HALF MILES. THE ROAD WAS RED CLAY AND MUDDY WHEN IT RAINED. THEY DID PAVE THE ROAD AFTER ABOUT FIVE YEARS THEN THEY RAN A BUS TO THE LUCKY-2 GAS STATION THAT WAS A THOUSAND YARDS FROM OUR HOUSE.  I  REMEMBER SOME OF THE THINGS AND SOME OF THE GAMES WE PLAYED AT SCHOOL, MARBLES, BASEBALL, SOCCER, AND RING-AROUND -THE-ROSEY. THE TEACHERS AT SCHOOL WERE GOOD TO US AND DID THEIR JOB WELL. IF YOU GOT OUT OF LINE THEY KNEW HOW TO PUT YOU BACK ON TRACK QUICK.

Marble Time

I REMEMBER THAT WHEN WE PLAYED MARBLES WE WERE ON OUR KNEES ON THE GROUND AND OUR PANTS LEGS GOT HOLES IN THEM. MOTHER WOULD PATCH THEM AND WE GOT TEASED ABOUT THE HOLES AND PATCHES. BUT WE WORE THEM ANY WAY. WE CARRIED OUR LUNCH TO SCHOOL AND OTHER KIDS MADE FUN OF THE BISCUITS AND SWEET POTATOES WE BROUGHT TO EAT, BUT THEY WERE ALL WE HAD AND WERE GOOD.

I REMEMBER MY GRANDFATHER MANCILL, EDMOND “ED” MANCILL, COMING TO STAY WITH US AFTER THE ROAD WAS PAVED. HE WOULD SIT ON THE FRONT PORCH AND WATCH THE CARS GO BY. HE SAID HE DID NOT UNDERSTAND WHY THE CARS WENT BY LIKE THEY DID BECAUSE THEY WAS NOT GOING VERY FAR OR STAYING VERY LONG BECAUSE THEY WERE ALL COMING RIGHT BACK REAL SOON. HE LIKED TO PLAY THE GAME OF FOX AND GEESE. HE WAS GOOD AT IT BUT HE WOULD LOSE TO US AND SAY “OH I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO THAT” AND LAUGH. I DON’T REMEMBER GRANDMOTHER MANCILL OR GRANDFATHER WILSON BECAUSE THEY DIED BEFORE I WAS BORN OR I WAS TO YOUNG AT THE TIME.

fox and geese game

THE COLD WINTERS WERE BAD SOMETIMES AND WE HAD TO CUT STOVEWOOD TO COOK WITH AND PICK UP PINE KNOTS TO BURN IN THE HEATER TO KEEP WARM BY. WE WOULD GO TO THE WOODS, THAT WAS OPEN LAND, WITH THE MULES AND WAGON AND USE A CROSSCUT SAW WITH TWO OF US, ONE ON EACH END AND CUT THE PINE TREE DOWN AND SAW IT INTO LONG LOGS AND LOAD IT INTO THE WAGON AND WE WOULD HAUL LOAD AFTER LOAD OF PINE LOGS TO THE HOUSE, THEN SAW THEM INTO BLOCKS OF ABOUT 18 INCHES, AND SPLIT THEM UP TO FIT THE COOKING STOVE. WE USED PINE WOOD TO COOK ON SUMMER AND WINTER.

old cook stove