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 #15

IN AUGUST 1970,  JEAN AND I TOOK A TRIP, WITH HER CHILDREN AND NIECE, SALLY, AND KARL FREDERICK, AND REBECCA COOKE TO DUBUQUE, IOWA FOR AUNT GLADYS ( LINDERMAN) NELSON’S BIRTHDAY ON AUGUST 17TH. WHEN WE GOT TO AUNT GLADY’S DAD, HARRY LINDERMAN, (JEAN’S FATHER), WAS THERE. HE HAD FLOWN TO DUBUQUE AND HE BEAT US THERE. WE HAD A WONDERFUL TIME.

IN THE FALL OF THE YEAR WHEN THE LEAVES WERE TURNING TO DIFFERENT  COLORS AND FALLING AND BLOWING IN THE WIND. AS WE WERE DRIVING ALONG THE HIGHWAY AT 60 MPH, JEAN WOULD SAY “STOP THE CAR, STOP THE CAR, I SEE THAT ROCK I WANT” AND I WOULD STOP, TURN AROUND GO  BACK AND GET ROCK (IF I COULD LIFT IT) LOAD IT IN THE CAR AND BY THE TIME WE GOT HOME I WOULD HAVE A TRUNK FULL OF ROCK. 

ON ONE OF OUR TRIPS WE WENT TO COLORADO  AND WENT UP MT. EVANS THAT IS THE HIGHEST AUTO BOND THAT YOU CAN DRIVE A CAR UP AND ABOUT HALF WAY UP WE STOPPED TO LOOK AT THE SNOW AND JEAN SAW ONE THOSE ROCKS SHE WANTED AND SO I STARTED TO LOAD IT AND I ALMOST DID NOT GET IT IN THE CAR . IT WAS GRANITE AND THE AIR WAS SO THIN AND I WAS OUT OF BREATH BUT I DID LOAD IT UNDER HER FEET. WHEN WE STARTED DOWN THE ROAD WAS NARROW AND  JEAN WOULD NOT LOOK OUT HER WINDOW BECAUSE  IT WAS STRAIGHT DOWN AND SHE CAN NOT STAND HEIGHTS  SHE LAID DOWN ON TOP OF THE ROCK TILL WE GOT TO LEVEL GROUND. BUT I MADE GOOD USE OF THEM.  I NOW HAVE A BEAUTIFUL FOUNTAIN IN THE BACK YARD WITH A ROCK FROM ALMOST EVERY STATE. IT IS NICE TO SIT AND LISTEN TO THE WATER FALLING OVER THE ROCKS.

Guadalupe River

Every year we took a trip during the summer to the Guadalupe River, New Braunfels, Texas.

WHEN I BUILT THE FOUNTAIN THE BIG ROOM WAS NOT ADDED TO THE BACK OF THE  HOUSE AND IN 1976 WHEN I GOT THE ROOM BUILT, A 16 BY 16 FT, THEN THE FOUNTAIN WAS ONLY 18 INCHES FROM THE ROOM. IT WAS SOME TIME LATER THAT JEAN SAID  ” I WISH THE FOUNTAIN WAS MOVED OUT IN THE YARD AWAY FROM THE HOUSE”  I MADE THE MISTAKE OF SAYING IT COULD BE MOVED. SHE TOOK ME UP ON IT WAS NOT LONG BEFORE  MIKE AND I STARTED ON IT. I WAS LUCKY THE ROCKS WERE NOT CEMENTED TO THE BASIN. THE BASIN WAS 6 FT ON THE FRONT 7 FT ON THE BACK AND 8 FT ON THE SIDES WITH “12 BY 6” WALLS AND “4“ BOTTOM AND IT WOULD WEIGH ABOUT 4,000 LBS. WITH AN A-FRAME AND A CHAIN-FALL AND COME-ALONGS FROM THE SHOP WHERE I WORKED AND PIPES, TIMBERS AND BOARDS AND MOST OF ALL WITH MIKE’S HELP WE MOVED IT TO WHERE IT IS NOW. THEN I BUILT THE SIDES AND BACK  UP LIKE IT IS NOW AND CEMENTED THE ROCKS AND PUT THE PIPES IN FOR THE WATER FALL. IT MUST NOW WEIGH 10,000 LBS. JEAN SAID SHE WANTED A JUNGLE IN THE YARD AND THAT’S WHAT SHE HAS NOW. IT WAS WORK BUT I ENJOYED DOING IT.

Our beautiful fountain built by Lou

 DEC. /15 / 2OO1. (Tropical Storm Allison hit our home and flooded it July 2001 with 3-1/2 foot of water in it. Everything had to be ripped out and remodeled. We had no flood insurance. We had never flooded, and probably will never again. I think my Dad worked so hard on helping to remodel our home that it helped to make him weaker and his heart just finally gave out.)

I HAVE NOT BEEN WRITING ON THIS STORY FOR SOME TIME NOW FOR I GOT BUSY ON OTHER THINGS  AND TIME GOES ON AND GETS AWAY FROM YOU QUICK.  IT HAS BEEN ABOUT THREE YEARS NOW  AND I WANT TRY TO GET BACK TO WRITING THIS AGAIN.

I WILL START WRITING ABOUT THE TRIPS WE HAVE BEEN ON.

(My Dad passed away on 20 December 2002 at home with his family surrounding him. He had Congestive Heart Failure, so did his son Carl Louis Mancill. His mother also had heart problems. He had fought the good fight for years. He and mother married on 5 December 1968 at the Harmony Wedding Chapel, Houston, Texas. The doctors had given him at the most six more months to live on 19 December 2002, so we had hospice come out for him. We did not expect him to leave us so soon, but he left us at 6:31am that next morning.)

WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT A MAN WHO WAS SUCH A LOVING EXAMPLE OF CHRIST’S LOVE? 

THANK YOU…

I LOVE YOU…

I THANK GOD EVERYDAY THAT YOU WERE A PART OF OUR LIVES. I KNOW THAT I WAS BLESSED THROUGH HIS LIFE, AND HE PASSED WITH HIS LOVING WIFE, JEAN MANCILL; AND HIS CHILDREN BESIDE HIM.  PHYLLIS HYDEN, MIKE MANCILL, SALLY BROWN, AND SARAH MOORE, STAYED ALL NIGHT WITH HIM. WE TALKED MOTHER INTO LAYING DOWN TO REST, THEN ME AND SARAH FELL ASLEEP ABOUT 4 am. PHYLLIS AND MIKE STAYED WITH HIM ALL NIGHT, TRYING TO COMFORT HIM AS HE PASSED ON TO MEET JESUS. I NEVER DREAMED THAT JESUS WOULD TAKE HIM SO SOON. THE DOCTORS THE NIGHT BEFORE AT THE HOSPITAL, HAD TOLD US THAT HE MIGHT HAVE 6 MONTHS LEFT. WE DIDN’T REALLY BELIEVE THAT HE WOULD LEAVE US SO SOON, BUT I KNOW THAT IS WHAT HE WANTED–TO DIE WITH DIGNITY–IN HIS OWN HOME SURROUNDED BY THE PEOPLE WHO LOVED HIM. LOU HAS BEEN GONE ALMOST 2 YEARS NOW, AND IT STILL MAKES ME CRY TO WRITE THIS. YET, I AM SO GRATEFUL THAT I HAVE MY MOTHER STILL HERE TO BE WITH US.

(Mother passed away on March 9, 2012 from Kidney Failure due to her Diabetes. She had to live ten years without Lou. My husband, Leonard Tudor, and I lived with her for about six years, from April 2006 until March 2012 and took care of her until she passed away. I inherited our home from mother when she passed.) 

LOU OR AS THE GRANDCHILDREN CALL HIM, “HONEY” HAS BEEN LIKE A FATHER TO ME AND MY SISTERS AND BROTHERS. HE HAS BEEN NOT ONLY GOOD TO MY MOTHER, BUT ALSO TO ALL OF HIS STEP-CHILDREN.

THE MOST SPECIAL THING “LOU” EVER TOLD ME WAS WHEN I WAS ABOUT SIXTEEN YEARS OF AGE.  I WAS WORRYING ABOUT MY LOOKS AS USUAL. I WAS GETTING READY FOR A DATE, AND I COULDN’T MAKE UP MY MIND WHETHER I WAS GOING TO WEAR ANY MAKE-UP OR NOT. LOU TOLD ME THAT I WAS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT I DIDN’T NEED TO WEAR ANY MAKE-UP, AND THAT I LOOKED BEAUTIFUL WITHOUT IT. HE PROBABLY NEVER KNEW JUST HOW MUCH THAT ONE SENTENCE MEANT TO ME. I HAD NEVER HAD ANY MAN, OR BOY TELL ME THAT I WAS BEAUTIFUL!  I LOVE YOU LOU AND YOU ARE SPECIAL!   LOVE, SALLY MARCH 19, 1995.

LOUIS AND HIS FAMILY MOVED TO MOBILE, ALABAMA IN 1943.  HE WENT TO WORK FOR THE SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILROAD IN 1950’S, IN HOUSTON, TEXAS. HE SERVED IN THE U.S. ARMY IN WORLD WAR II HIS TROOP MARCHED ALONG THE AUSTRIAN GERMAN BORDER TO FRANCE.  HE ALSO SERVED IN THE U.S. ARMY IN THE KOREAN WAR IN SEOUL, KOREA.

LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL WAS RAISED ON A FARM BETWEEN ROBERTSDALE & SUMMERSDALE, ALABAMA UNTIL ABOUT 1943 WHEN THE MANCILL FAMILY MOVED TO MOBILE, ALABAMA. LOUIS WROTE HIS MEMOIRS. I PRINTED A COPY OF THEM AND GAVE THEM TO MY STEP BROTHER, MIKE MANCILL, UPON MY DAD’S PASSING. I HOPE THAT HE SHARES IT WITH HIS DESCENDANTS ALSO. MY DAD ASKED ME MORE THAN ONCE, WHY I DO ALL THIS WORK ON OUR GENEALOGY, THAT NO ONE WOULD EVER READ IT.

SO SAD, THAT HE THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD CARE TO READ HIS HISTORY, BUT HE WAS A HUMBLE MAN. I TOLD HIM THAT I WOULD READ IT, AND THERE WOULD BE “SOMEONE” OUT THERE WHO WILL WANT TO KNOW. BESIDES THAT, I TOLD HIM, I ENJOY LEARNING ABOUT OUR FAMILY HISTORY. LOU LEFT OFF ON HIS HISTORY IN THE 1970’S, WHEN WE TOOK A TRIP TO IOWA TO VISIT THE LINDERMAN HOME PLACE WITH US AND MOTHER. HE HAD TOO MUCH TROUBLE BREATHING IN THE LAST FEW YEARS TO FINISH. 

LOUIS’ FATHER, ELLIOTT MANCILL, WROTE A BOOK ABOUT HIS LIFE, WITH HIS BROTHER, GLENN MANCILL AND GRANDDAUGHTER, DEBORAH MANCILL HENDRIX, EDITING AND PRINTING IT. WE RECEIVED A COPY OF IT.

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 #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.

LOUIS CLIFFORD MANCILL HISTORY POST #8

DADDY WAS GOOD AT REPAIRING OR PUTTING IN NEW PUMPS OR DRIVING PIPE IN THE GROUND SOMETIMES AS DEEP AS NINETY FEET TO HIT GOOD SAND WITH GOOD WATER. WE WOULD START THE HOLE WITH A TWO INCH GROUND DRILL TO GET THROUGH THE CLAY TO SOFT SAND. WE WOULD DRILL SOMETIMES THIRTY FEET DEEP BEFORE WE COULD START DRIVING. WE WOULD MAKE A FRAME LIKE A TEE-PEE OUT OF THREE LOGS POLES ABOUT TWELVE FEET HIGH WITH A PULLEY AT THE TOP WITH A ROPE THROUGH THE PULLEY AND DOWN TO A DRIVER WE MADE OUT OF A BLACK GUM LOG TWELVE INCHES AROUND AND THREE  FOOT LONG. WE PUT A ROD IN ONE END SIX FEET LONG TO GO INSIDE THE PIPE WE WERE DRIVING. BY PULLING THE ROPE TO LIFT THE DRIVER UP AND THEN DROPPING IT DOWN ON THE PIPE IT WOULD DRIVE THE PIPE FOR THE PUMP DOWN. THE FIRST FIVE FEET WAS THE POINT WITH SCREEN ON IT. WE WOULD PUT SOAP ON THE SCREEN POINT TO HELP IT GO THROUGH HARD CLAY OR STONE BEFORE HITTING SAND AND WATER. IT WAS TOO BAD WHEN THE PIPE BROKE OFF, THEN WE MOVED AND STARTED OVER. WE SOMETIMES PULLED OLD PUMPS AND REPLACED THE POINTS ON THEM BECAUSE THE SCREEN ON THE OLD ONES WOULD LET SAND THROUGH IT. 

DADDY GOT A JOB IN MOBILE, ALABAMA AND DROVE THE CAR TO AND FROM MOBILE EACH DAY. I DON’T REMEMBER BUT I THINK THE JOB WAS AT A SHIPYARD FIRST, THEN AT THE ANN STREET HOUSING PROJECT DOING CARPENTER WORK, BUILDING HOMES. I DID THE WORK AT THE FARM WHILE HE WORKED IN MOBILE. I KNOW WE WERE STILL AT THE FARM AFTER THE WAR STARTED BECAUSE FLOYD CAME ON LEAVE WITH HIS NAVY UNIFORM ON. A LOT OF THINGS HAPPENS AROUND THAT TIME AND I MAY GET ONE THING AHEAD OF THE OTHER. I WAS NOT EIGHTEEN YET BUT WENT TO WORK WITH DADDY WHILE WE WERE STILL ON THE FARM. I REMEMBER RIDING TO AND FROM MOBILE WITH HIM AND WORKING AS A CARPENTERS HELPER WITH HIM IN THE SAME HOUSING PROJECT WHERE HE WORKED. I WAS DRIVING NAILS IN SUB FLOORING. ANOTHER BOY AND I WOULD DRIVE A 50 POUND KEG OF EIGHT PENNY NAILS A DAY. THE MAN WE WORKED FOR WAS IMPRESSED.

English: Montage of sights in Mobile, Alabama.
English: Montage of sights in Mobile, Alabama. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

IN 1942 DADDY SOLD THE FARM AND WE MOVED TO MOBILE IN A HOUSE WE RENTED ON LEMON STREET, THEN TO ONE ON CAULDRON AND QUAIL AND THEN TO A HOUSE IN THE PROJECT WHERE WE HAD WORKED ON SOME OF THE HOUSES TOGETHER. THEN DADDY BOUGHT A HOUSE ON ARLINGTON STREET. WE WERE SAD WHEN WE LEFT THE FARM BECAUSE IT WAS A LIFE WE WOULD NEVER GO BACK TO AGAIN. IT WAS LIKE,  “GONE WITH THE WIND”.

English: Aerial view of the port and city of M...
English: Aerial view of the port and city of Mobile, Alabama, USA. The view is from the harbor on Mobile Bay to the northwest over the central area of the city. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THE JOBS WHILE WE WERE IN MOBILE. DADDY GOT A JOB AT BROOKLEY FIELD AIR FORCE BASE DOING CARPENTER WORK. HE FOUND OUT ABOUT A SCHOOL FOR AIRCRAFT MECHANIC TO WORK ON ENGINES FOR AIRPLANES JUST OUTSIDE BROOKLEY FIELD AIR FORCE BASE IN MOBILE. AFTER I GRADUATED FROM THE SCHOOL I WENT TO WORK IN THE ENGINE SHOP INSIDE THE BASE, REBUILDING ENGINES. THEN OUT ON THE FLIGHT LINES TO WORK ON THE ONES IN AIRPLANES THAT THEY HAD TROUBLE WITH. WHILE I WAS THERE I KNOCKED SMALL BUMP OFF OF MY RIGHT THUMB AND GOT LEAD POISON IN IT FROM THE HIGH TEST GASOLINE. IT CAUSED KNOTS TO COME UP IN A VEIN ALL THE WAY UP MY ARM. THEY DOCTORED AND LANCED THE KNOTS AND PUT SULPHUR SALVE ON IT AND GAVE ME A LOT OF SHOTS TO STOP THE POISON. THEY FINALLY DID STOP IT BUT SAID IF THEY DIDN’T I MIGHT LOSE MY ARM. NOT LONG AFTER THAT THEY LAID ME OFF AND I WENT TO WORK ON THE FARM FOR MY SISTER AND HUSBAND.

WHEN I TURNED 18 YEARS OLD I HAD TO REGISTER FOR THE DRAFT AND SERVICE AND WAS DEFERRED BECAUSE I WAS WORKING ON THE FARM. ANNIE LEE, MY SISTER HAD MARRIED A MAN BY THE NAME OF HARLOW SHERRITTS. THEY LIVED ON A FARM ABOUT A HALF MILE FROM OUR FARM THAT WAS PARTLY OWNED BY HARLOW AND HIS FATHER AND THEY NEEDED SOMEONE TO WORK AND DRIVE A TRACTOR FOR THEM. I WENT TO WORK FOR THEM FOR 20 DOLLARS A WEEK WITH ROOM AND BOARD. I ENJOYED GOING BACK TO THE FARM BECAUSE I WAS BACK AROUND NEIGHBORS AND THE AREA I GREW UP IN AND GOING BACK TO THE OLD SWIMMING HOLE. I LEARNED TO PLAY THE GUITAR WHILE I WAS THERE WITH AN ERNEST TUBB SONG BOOK. 

Sgt Louis Clifford Cliff Mancill

John Travis “John T.” Wilson, Sr

 

 

John Travis “John T.” Wilson,  Sr.

Birth:  Sep. 19, 1866
Escambia County
Alabama, USA
Death:  May, 1916
Blacksher
Baldwin County
Alabama, USA 

Husband of Annie Missouri Flowers. Married December 7, 1887 in High Hill, Walker County, Alabama. 
Father of sixteen children, of which thirteen children lived to adulthood. 
Church of Christ religion. 
John & Annie established a turpentine still and the Wilson Naval Store Company with his brother Robert. John T. traveled and established business accounts, and the public relations aspect of the business, and Robert ran the financial aspect, and they built a very lucrative business.
John T. Wilson owned the first Cadillac in Baldwin County, Alabama, a 1912 Cadillac Touring Car.

 
Annie bought a 1919 Buick in Mobile, Alabama and had it ferried over to the Fairhope landing.

Her son, Bosso, would later be seen “driving through town in his new car”, per the Baldwin County Probate Office. 
In 1926 before she moved to Silverhill, Annie purchased a new “Whippet” car. 
John & Annie instilled a strong sense of education in their children. The Wilson family provided room and board for the schoolteacher for the Blacksher School and actually built the school building on their property.
John & Annie saw to the religious needs of the family. He built a church building for the Church of Christ just northwest of the Blacksher home on the Wilson property. They also provided room and board for the visiting preachers as they passed through the area.

Annie later in 1930, donated the building to the Robertsdale Church of Christ, and the men of the congregation dismantled the building and moved it to Robertsdale, Baldwin County, Alabama.
(source: Carolyn Hastings Dickinson-Aug./Sept.2007 and edited by Debbie Owen) 

Family links:
 Spouse:
  Annie Missouri Flowers Wilson (1872 – 1957)
 
 Children:
  Arnold T Wilson (1891 – 1948)
  Cora Lee Wilson Mancill (1893 – 1971)
  Braxton Wilson (1907 – 1972)
  Infant Wilson (1912 – 1912)
  Infant Twins Wilson (1913 – 1913)
 

 
Burial: Silverhill Cemetery 
Silverhill
Baldwin County
Alabama, USA
 
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Record added: Sep 09, 2007 
Find A Grave Memorial# 21448207
John Travis John T. Wilson, Sr
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John Travis John T. Wilson, Sr
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John Travis John T. Wilson, Sr
Wilson’s 1912 Cadillac Touring Car 

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Seal of Baldwin County, Alabama
Seal of Baldwin County, Alabama (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

  • Annie Missouri Flowers Wilson (mancillfamilygenealogy.wordpress.com)

    English: Historic marker at Confederate Rest C...
    English: Historic marker at Confederate Rest Cemetery in Point Clear, Baldwin County, Alabama, United States. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Annie Missouri Flowers Wilson

Annie Missouri Flowers Wilson 

Birth: Nov. 14, 1872
Escambia County
Alabama, USA
Death: May 1, 1957
Robertsdale
Baldwin County
Alabama, USA 

Daughter of T. J. Flowers and Mary C. Flowers.
Grand daughter of A. J. Flowers and Cathron Flowers.
Married John Travis Wilson on 7 December 1887 in High Pine, Clay County, Alabama.
Mother of sixteen children, and thirteen lived to adulthood. Faithful lifelong Church of Christ member.
Devoted Wife and Mother.

Family links:
Spouse:
John Travis Wilson (1866 – 1916)

Children:
Arnold T Wilson (1891 – 1948)

Cora Lee Wilson Mancill (1893 – 1971)

Braxton Wilson (1907 – 1972)
Infant Wilson (1912 – 1912)
Infant Twins Wilson (1913 – 1913)

Burial:
Silverhill Cemetery
Silverhill
Baldwin County
Alabama, USA

Created by: TEXAS TUDORS
Record added: Sep 09, 2007
Find A Grave Memorial# 21448176

Annie Missouri Flowers Wilson, 1915, Blacksher, Baldwin County, Alabama

Annie Missouri <i>Flowers</i> Wilson
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Annie Missouri <i>Flowers</i> Wilson
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Annie Missouri <i>Flowers</i> Wilson
Annie Missouri Flowers Wilson

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– TEXAS TUDORS
Added: Sep. 3, 2013

– Patsy Bennett Miller

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.

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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.

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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.