Milton Lloyd Whipple

1911 - 1987  (75 years)  Submit Photo / Document    Has 90 ancestors and 2 descendants in this family tree.

• Name	Milton Lloyd Whipple
  Birth	15 Jun 1911	Show Low, Navajo, Arizona, United States
  Gender	Male
  Initiatory (LDS)	9 Jun 1984	ARIZO
  FamilySearch ID	KWZS-7X7
  Death	7 Mar 1987	Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States
  Burial	11 Mar 1987	Show Low, Navajo, Arizona, United States
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  Person ID	I161435	mytree
  Last Modified	25 Feb 2024

  
  

  Father	Willard Whipple,   b. 16 Mar 1858, Provo, Utah, Utah, United States d. 5 Apr 1941, Show Low, Navajo, Arizona, United States (Age 83 years)
  Mother	Emma Melissa Oliver,   b. 21 Sep 1867, Payson, Utah, Utah, United States d. 29 Aug 1948, Show Low, Navajo, Arizona, United States (Age 80 years)
  Marriage	23 Sep 1884	Adair, Navajo, Arizona, United States
  Family ID	F18766	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family 1	Donna Peterson,   b. 24 Feb 1916, St. Johns, Apache, Arizona, United States d. 15 Dec 1996, Westminster, Orange, California, United States (Age 80 years)
  Marriage	2 Jun 1933	Show Low, Navajo, Arizona, United States
  Divorce	Yes, date unknown
  Divorced	31 Aug 1939	Arizona, United States
  Family ID	F41074	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	20 May 2024

  
  

  Family 2	Virginia West,   b. 31 May 1916, Lakeside, Navajo, Arizona, United States d. 17 Jan 1994, Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States (Age 77 years)
  Marriage	24 Aug 1946	Gallup, McKinley, New Mexico, United States
  Children	1. Milton Dale Whipple,   b. 27 Mar 1949, Show Low, Navajo, Arizona, United States d. 3 Jan 2016, Arizona, United States (Age 66 years)   2. Val Willard Whipple,   b. 25 Apr 1953, McNary, Apache, Arizona, United States d. 3 Oct 2018, Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States (Age 65 years)
  Family ID	F41075	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	20 May 2024

  
  

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  Birth - 15 Jun 1911 - Show Low, Navajo, Arizona, United States Marriage - 2 Jun 1933 - Show Low, Navajo, Arizona, United States Divorced - 31 Aug 1939 - Arizona, United States Marriage - 24 Aug 1946 - Gallup, McKinley, New Mexico, United States Initiatory (LDS) - 9 Jun 1984 - ARIZO Death - 7 Mar 1987 - Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States Burial - 11 Mar 1987 - Show Low, Navajo, Arizona, United States  = Link to Google Earth

  
  

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  Milton Lloyd Whipple I Milton Lloyd Whipple better known as ‘Fat’ will try to tell my life st o ry as best I can. I was born in Show Low, Arizona territory June 15, 19 1 1 along with a twin brother Melvin Floyd known as ‘Slim’ he was abou t 1 5 or 20 minutes younger than I. According to reports I weighed abou t 5 po unds and he about 2 ½ pounds at the most. They say they could pu t him i n a quart fruit jar very easy so he had to be pretty small. We were the tail end of a family of 14. One girl Laura and 2 boys, Jose p h and Oliver died at infancy. The rest of us grew up to raise a family . T here were 11 of us: Lidia, Willard Jr., Harriat, Nancy, Alzada, Annie , Or son, Charlie, Howard, Milton, and Melvin. There are three of us left , Alz ada 87, Charlie 80, and I at 75. The first of our ancestors in America was John Whipple, also known as Ca p tain John Whipple. He came to America on the ship ‘Lion’, who’s maste r wa s William Pierce. It sailed from London on June 23, 1632 and arrive d in B oston Sept. 16, 1632. My grandfather, Edson Whipple was born in Denverston, Whittingham Count y , Vermont on Feb 5, 1805. He was the son of John and Mismeth Hutchiso n Wh ipple who were descendants of early settlers in the New England . My grandmother Harriat Yeager Whipple was born in Glenchaster County, N e w Jersey, July 15, 1826. The daughter of John and Ann Hyiet Yeager wh o we re the descendants of the early Dutch settlers in Pennsylvania. Sh e move d to Philadelphia where she heard of the restored gospel and in co mpany w ith her sister Mary crossed the plains and arrived in Utah in 185 0. On No vember 4, 1850 she married Edson Whipple. My grandfather grew up to manhood in Vermont where he married his firs t w ife Lavinia Goss in 1830. They moved to Boston, Massachusetts about 1 83 3 or 34 and lived there until 1837. Then they moved to Philadelphia wh er e they joined the Latter-Day Saints Church. In 1842 they moved with th e S aints to Nauvoo, Illinois. In May 1846 they left Nauvoo and started w es t with the other Mormons who were driven out of Nauvoo after the Proph e t Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum were murdered in the Carthage jai l . They came on west to Sugar Creek, Iowa and wintered there with the ma n y others who had been driven out. There was much sickness. Grandfathe r lo st all of his family; his wife, his two year old daughter and his mo ther . In the spring of 1847 a company was organized to pioneer the way to Cali f ornia or the Salt Lake Valley. They left Winter Quarters in May of 184 7 a nd arrived in the Salt Lake Valley July 24, 1847. He was in the Hebe r C . Kimball Company. He lived with the Kimballs after he got to the Sal t La ke Valley. The next year he ran the Kimball farm while Brother Kimba ll an d some of the other leaders returned to the east. After Brother Kim ball r eturned, grandfather went east. He went in October of 1848. He car ried th e first gold from the California diggings to the east with him. W hile h e was back there he did some missionary work. He met my grandmothe r Harri at Yeager. He wished to take her to Salt Lake so Brother Kimbal l could pe rform the marriage. They took her older sister Mary Ann with t hem. In Nov ember of 1850 he married not only Harriat, but at Brother Kim balls sugges tion he married Mary Ann also. In December he was called wit h others to g o to Iron County in southern Utah to help settle that count ry. When he fi nished that assignment, he returned to Provo and settled t here where he l ived until he went to Arizona in 1880. My father Willard Whipple was born at Provo, Utah, March 16, 1858. He gr e w up to manhood there and came to Arizona in 1882. He met and marrie d m y mother after a two year courtship in 1884. My mother, Emma Meliss a Oliv er was the daughter of William Temple Oliver and Nancy Francis Lov ern. Sh e was born in Payson, Utah September 21, 1867. She came to Arizon a with h er parents January 1881. My father served as counselor under two bishops from the years of 189 4 t o 1919. He was a leader in the developing of the Show Low irrigatio n syst em. He was well known for his non biased opinions and good sound j udgment . He was Justice of the Peace in Show Low as far back as I can re member u p until 1932. He taught us to be respectful of our elders. We ca lled ou r neighbors aunts and uncles or grandma and grandpa. They taugh t us to li ve accordingly to the principles of the Gospel . In the summer of 1897 they took their four small children and made the t r ip to Manti, Utah to be sealed in the Temple. They made the trip by wag o n and team and were gone from August until October. Mother did practic a l nursing and midwife work as there were no doctors available. She di d no t keep record of the number of children she helped bring into the wo rld , but in later years she counted nearly 250. Whenever mother was miss in g and father was getting breakfast we knew that she had gone coon hunt ing . Dad always said when she was gone, that she was off coon hunting . My first year in school was in the back end of Dad’s store. They had p u t a board petition in and was holding school in the back end. This is w he re I learned I was to do what the teacher told me to do. There were tw o b oys sitting behind me who were a little older than I and struck a mat ch a nd put it under my seat. The teacher thought I had done it. She too k thei r word over mine. This is what started the trouble. She was not le tting m e go out to recess. We were having a little round and I called he r a nam e and kicked her shins. This is when the teacher called through t he wal l to my mother to come and give her a hand. She came to help her a ll righ t, but I got the hand. This is when I learned then that you had t o do wha t a teacher told you to. I will try to recall some of the events of my life. Starting this lat e i n life it will probably be some what scattered and some what out of p lac e and mixed up. The dates I will try to recall to the best of my reme mbra nce. I was born in Show Low June 15, 1911, along with a twin brother who wa s j ust younger than I by about fifteen or twenty minutes. From all repor ts w e must have started a new era in Show Low as I can remember of heari ng pe ople referring about us as the Whipple Twins, sometimes as those da mn Whi pple Twins. Some of the earliest memories was going with my father after ‘a few stic k s of wood’, as he would say. At one time he took us out in a snow stor m i n the field we called nineteen, when we got bogged down and had to le av e the wagon. When he made the remark he couldn’t get the wagon out t o tak e it home, that’s when the trouble started. We (Slim and I) had th e ide a that we were going to spend the night there. I had an idea that i f al l the wild animals were around as close as we thought they were. The y wer e there to see what was making all that noise that early in the eve ning . At times he would take a team and wagon with salt for the cattle and ta k e along a saddle horse and go out to the pasture to clean them out. H e wo uld take us along with him. This was quite a novelty to us. He woul d leav e us at the salt lick with the wagon and team, get on his saddle h orse an d go to clean out the pastures. We had several versions as to wha t and ho w he was cleaning these pastures. We knew what mother did and wh at she di d to clean the house, but for father to take a saddle horse an d clean th e pastures was something for us to wonder about. The winter of 1918 was extra cold and lots of snow. Dad had lots of hors e s then and he had them in barns where he could care for them. I rememb e r him having to freight hay in and have it hauled up from Daggs RR sidi ng . It seems that he lost most of his horses that winter. I think they m us t have had to boost or tail them up most of the winter . The first school that I went to was in the back part of my Dad’s store . T his is where I got my first lesson in doing what the teacher told m e to d o. I got blamed for something that two other boys done and she wa s not go ing to let me go out to recess and she didn’t. This is when my f irst less on started. I kicked her and called her a name that I was soo n to learn n ever to do again. As I said it was in the back of Dad’s stor e and communi cations between the petitions was good and in no time she h ad turned th e task over to my mother. That is the one and only time I go t two whippin gs in school the same day, my first and last. It was not long until the new school over the hill was ready and they mo v ed us up there. This is where the grade school is now (at this time). T hi s was the winter that I have mentioned having so much snow and being h ar d on the livestock. They (my parents) took us out for the rest of th e yea r (when I use the word us it will mean Slim and I). The teacher tha t I ha ve referred to was Laura Baird later in years known as Mrs. Laur a Hunt . The following school year I went to school on the hill and had a teach e r by the name of Mrs. Beck. I better mention that she had a son Willia m w ho I think must have felt that we took out on him the treatment tha t we t hought his mother, Mrs. Beck was handing out to us . At the time every one in Show Low had milk cows and they all went ou t o n the mesa to the town pasture. The Beck’s pasture joined the town pa stur e and we had to go by there to take our cows to Dad’s pasture. Our day would start with Dad rapping on the petition walls calling ‘boy s , boys, up and get those cows milked and out of the corral before sun u p’ . It was our chore to wrangle the calves and let them in to its mother . T hen the older boys (Charlie and Howard) were ready for them, as the y don e the milking. At this time we would have from 26 to 30 head of ran ge cow s to milk thru the summer months. There were always one or two you ng heif ers to break in. For some reason Dad would seem to have at leas t one co w that was almost impossible to milk, but he always insisted o n keeping h er in and come what may she had to be milked. I have though t thru the yea rs that it was more to train the boys than it was the cows . There was also horses to be broke to work on the farm and saddle horse s t o break to ride. As we grew up there was times when each boy had hi s ow n horses to break. We would have help to snub him. This was done b y someo ne riding along on another horse and holding a snub rope keepin g the hors e from giving too much trouble until he learned what was wante d of him an d he became gentle enough to ride by himself. This was not al ways as eas y as it may sound. There was always a mess up between horse a nd the rider . Those are the times you learn the horse has ideas of his o wn, and you f ind out there are just some parts of the ground that is har der and more r ocky than others, which is usually where this takes place . Breaking the m to work in the harness was usually easier because you pu t them with on e or more horses and put them to work, they would tire an d give in much f aster. A few days hard work and they were ready to giv e up . In the spring there was the manure which had been taken out of the stabl e s in the winter time to be hauled out on to the farm ground and sprea d ou t to be turned under. This usually went on the garden and where th e swee t corn, potatoes and squash was to be planted . Going back to my earlier days, Dad had two large stallions, Toby and Pri n ce and then in later years, old Nig. There were also mares which mean t th ere were always colts in the spring to contend with . There were usually at least two teams to use to do the plowing with. The r e was a sulky riding plow and a walking plow. The sulky had to have thr e e horses on it and was used more on the larger fields . The plowing would start in the spring as early as the ground was ready a n d would usually last until April and May. This was the plowing gettin g th e ground ready for the planting. This would include planting of th e grain . Oats and wheat was first then came the corn. Then the staple cr ops; swe et corn, potatoes, squash and the garden . One of the main chores in the early spring was to get the ditch cleane d o ut. This took from a month to six weeks. This was all done by hand, w it h a shovel. Each share holder would be assessed so much work and mone y pe r share. There was a higher assessment on the work as every family h ad mo re men folks than money. This is the place every boy learned what i t wa s to have to be to the job at 8 o’clock and work 8 hours a day, 8 t o 12 a nd 1 to 5. Then there would be a 5 to 10 minute break every hour . This wa s up to the ditch boss. As a general rule there were from six t o ten me n in the ditch at one time shoveling. The main ditch was abou t 4 to 5 mil es long and the lower one about 2 ½ miles long. This work wa s done by th e boys and the men, along with the thrashing of the grain i n the fall o f the year. This made it possible for me, and I am sure ever y other youn g man at that I time in Show Low, felt as though he had grow n up with eve ry man and boy there and knew each one as a friend and neig hbor . During the summer months there were the regular chores along with cultiv a ting, irrigating, hauling of hay, mending the fences out at the pasture s , with four sections to be repaired every year. This was some of my mo r e pleasant times going out there with one of my older brothers and camp in g out for a week or two. The only water there for us was the water fro m M ormon Lake. This was the best and only water out there at this time . Mos t of the time there were dead cows lying around, some of them in th e wate r. It never seemed to stop anyone from drinking it and I have no t known a nyone at that time to get sick from using it . In the late summer (August), before school started was the time to ge t i n the winter wood supply. This mainly was the cook stove wood, junipe r an d oak. This was hauled by team and wagon and always meant a days wor k. Ea rly morning, unlike after dark, our family and the Hanson family us uall y worked together. This would require going six or seven miles out , somet imes on the Indian reservation as far away as Forest Dale. But mo st of th e time we went out west to Joe Tank and Deep Tank. We would hav e to try a nd locate a place where we could find enough for a load. Mos t part we wou ld take the team and a long chain and pull the trees down a nd drag them u p to the wagon. Some of us would split it up while the oth ers brought i t in. When we had enough cut and split we would load it an d start the lon g trip home. We would have to keep this up for about 2 we eks so as to hav e enough for the winter. The pine wood for heat could b e found in close a nd could be got in the winter. Some times by going ou t and cutting dow n a big pine tree and dragging it in on the frozen snow . When school started then came the time to start harvesting the crops, sh o cking the grain, cutting the corn and shocking it. Bringing these crop s i n and getting the fields cleaned so the steers and cows that were t o be s old could be brought in and put there where they put on a little w eight a nd be ready to drive to the RR which at the time was down to Dagg s Sidin g to be loaded, which was an all days job sometimes longer . This was done in October late. Next came the time to get the turkey rea d y for the Thanksgiving market in Holbrook. Mother and father always rai se d turkeys in the summer about 50 to 60 every year. These had to be kil le d and dressed and taken to market. Sometimes this was not done until C hri stmas time. Henry Lewis, my brother in-law, Nancy’s husband, always t oo k charge of things as he was very good and knew just how to do the kil lin g. This is also the time to do the killing of the beef to be put up i n bo ttles. Also the butchering of the hogs which my father made his ow n curin g and it took several weeks to finish the job. This had to be pu t on, han d rubbed in and wait so long, then again this would take him ab out 3 week s before he would put it away in a large wooden box he had jus t for thi s purpose. Next came the putting in of the ice for the next summer. When the ice be c ame thick enough and the weather was cold it was cut or sawed in 18 in c h blocks usually about 12 inches thick, hauled in and stored in sawdus t a nd packed tight with snow. This would take several days as it had t o be d one just right, but it was well worth it in the summer time to hav e it. I n those days there were no electric ice boxes or freezers. The fo lks ha d a ice box to put ice in to keep the milk and left over food cold . The y also used it for cold drinking water and making home made ice cre am. Th is had to be turned by hand to freeze it . Along in the middle 1920s Show Low irrigation board decided to build ano t her damn up on the creek out from the Jaques ranch before the elk spri n g draw. This had to be done by team and scrapers with the rocks being h au led by wagon. This work was done in the fall of the year, after the su mme r rains and before the winter snow got to bad. They used slip tongu e an d from some where they got some wheat scrapers. For the most part on e tea m was enough. On the larger ones it usually took four head or two t eams . The wheel scrapers required what was known as a snatch team to help lo a d them up. Loading these scrapers up was very touchy for the young ma n th at was loading. The ground was heavy clay mixed with rock and this t ime o f year sometimes frozen. To be jerked and thrown or hit by the John son ba r could really hurt. There was a kitchen set up under a tent and m eals we re provided for those who stayed and camped there. The cook was u sually J oe Stock who was one of the best camp cooks there were. Sometime s uncle L on Merrel would do the cooking, but with the hard work these me als alway s were very tasty. This damn was built three or four different years before the county ca m e in and helped with heavy equipment. Since then, there has been no mo r e trouble. The highlights in the way of entertainment in these years were the bon f i res at night, both summer and winter. The winter was playing fox and ge es e. This was done by making a large circle in the shape of a wheel wit h th e circle about 150 feet in diameter. There the center would be abou t 15 f eet in diameter with trails running out from the center all around . Thes e trails were made by everyone getting in a line and tramping th e snow do wn then choosing up sides. The center part was the safe area. T his is whe re the geese would run for safety . Then there was a game we called bull ducket. This was played with throwi n g rocks and could be very dangerous. There was ‘steal the pile’. This w a s done with both sides having a pile of sticks which would be stolen fr o m the other side. There was one called ‘run sheepy run’. Then there w a s a recess game we called ‘leap frog’. Most of these games were playe d a t night at a bon fire. There were also times when we would coast down the school hill on a sle d . There was a hill up back of the Harrison barn where we could coast i f t he snow was right. During the Christmas holidays we always looked forward to the dances a n d socials they would put on in the old church house on the hill . I finished my years of high school in Show Low under the teacher Miss Ur i ght. She had taught there for several years . In the spring of 1929 my brother Howard had a job on a look out towe r o n Lake Mountain. He was still going to school when they called for hi m t o go up there to work, so I went there to hold his job for him unti l he f inished his high school at Snowflake. This was my first experienc e of loc ating fires from a tower and then going to fight them. At that t ime the o nly transportation was on horse back. One horse to ride, and pa ck your to ols on the other. The experience I got there came in handy a s I worked fo r the Indian Service several years through the 1930’s. During the depression our wages at that time was $90.00 a month and we o n ly got paid once a month. We also had to furnish our own grub. This jo b w as usually three months, May thru July. Sometimes we would have to g o bac k in August and September for a week or so. Work was hard to find a nd w e were glad to get the chance to work at any kind of work . I started going to Snowflake High School in the fall of 1930. The scho o l had started a school bus from Lakeside to Snowflake at this time. Th e y went the way of the old Linden road. There was no pavement at all o n th e road anywhere. The road was always so dry and dusty or wet and sno wy o r slick and slippery that it took one hour to two hours to make th e trip . There were no heaters in the bus. There was an exhaust heater th at woul d help the chill some. But it was not meant to warm the bus. Ther e was no t the equipment to take the snow off the roads that they have no w. The ro ad blades they used at that time had to be pulled by truck an d chain. Whe n the snow got deep and frozen there was no way to move it f rom the road . In times of deep snow my brother Orson, who lived out on t he ranch wer e the Show Low High School is now located, would take a fou r up team an d a v shaped drag and work out at night to try and keep th e snow pushed t o the side of the road as it was snowing before it becam e frozen solid . The road was cleared this way from Show Low as far north and west to t h e top of the Pierce hill or to the cement dip just over the hill. Ther e w ere many times you could not see the fences along the road where thes e ra nches were. In riding the bus it did not give us much time to take part in any athle t ics as we had the bus there waiting when our classes were finished. Th i s did not help to build up our interest in going to high school. During the years of riding the bus there were some happenings that wer e v ery funny and some of them were not, but they were the usual things , I’ m sure, that happened thru the years. Not worth mentioning here, bu t at t he time they were rather amusing or serious which ever the case . This is where I met my first wife Donna Peterson. Her mother moved to Sh o w Low to teach school and we became engaged. Donna and I were married t h e 2nd of June 1933 at the home of my sister Alzada in Show Low by the J us tice of the Peace, Jesse J. Beady, about 8 in the evening. We had as w itn esses our friends, George and Nell Woolford . At this time the depression was well on its way and little if any work w a s hard to come by. There were several of us that went to Holbrook to en li st or sign up with the CCC camp. It was to get started by the 1st of J uly . Our pay would be $30.00 a month. I would get $5.00 and the wife wou ld g et $25.00. I worked at this camp all that summer. Its head quarters was just sout h o f Pinetop just before the reservation fence. We worked out in the woo ds b uilding and improving spring and water holes for the wild game and a lso b uilding roads and trails in the forest for fire roads. It helpe d a lot wh en it came to getting to forest fires as I learned in later ye ars as I wo rked at fire protection for the Apache Indian Reservation . I stayed in th e camp all that summer. I was there all that summer driving truck for a Mr. Jerry Porter form He b er. He was one of the bosses to oversee the work. We worked road buildi n g in the forest and we also made paths thru the wooded areas. We spen t mo st of the summer at Phoenix Park. It was located south and west betw een C lay Springs and Heber. From there we would go out and cut fence pos t an d also build fire roads in the forest . Our main camp for all the troops and headquarters was south of Pineto p o n the west side of the highway going to McNary just before you crosse d th e reservation line. There was a big canyon in there and also a sprin g wit h plenty of water. With the exception of what few local boys were t here , the rest were from down in Texas. The camp was made up of about 50 0 CC C men and it was run army style. Army officers and NCO’s along wit h som e of the older men were hired as foremen. I was there all that summ er. Th ey moved the camp to Globe for the winter. In the meantime I go t a job i n Lakeside at the Fish sawmill and worked there in the winter w hen it was n’t to stormy. I worked around on different road jobs the next summer and winter, but t h ere was very little steady work and it was a hard time to get work. Th e g overnment finally set up some different kinds of jobs where we coul d wor k 2 weeks on and 2 weeks off. In the winter of 1934, I went to work over in Apache County up until t h e job was shut down on the account of too much storm. This was the wint e r Lloyd Vaughn was born, Dec. 15, 1934. He was born in St. Johns. We th e n came back to Show Low and lived there until spring. I got work with t h e Indian Forest Service in the summer of 1935. I worked up there up o n th e lookout tower as a fire guard until August or September, then I wa s lai d off. There was always work you could get, but there was no money for the wor k . We would have to take what ever we could get. It was mostly what yo u co uld use or trade for something at the stores for groceries. Leroy El lswor th had a store there in town and he was very good to take this in a s he c ould in turn trade it to the stores in Holbrook for more food an d supplie s. Some times it was really hard to come by any cash. There aga in in th e summer I would go back over to White River and work for the In dian Fore st Service fighting fires and on the towers. This was a very in terestin g job as there were very few roads in there and there were lot s of fish a nd other game to be had. In the winter time from 1936 to 193 9 we would mo ve down to Tucson and work for Donna’s brother in-law, bu t this was neve r too pleasant for me. In the spring of 1939 they decide d we should ge t a divorce, which we did. This was in the spring of 1939. I then went to Prescott and tried selli n g sewing machines. I worked there until the first of the year 1940 wh e n I came back to Show Low. For the rest of the winter my parents wer e i n the valley spending the winter and working in the Temple, while I s taye d and looked after their home. In the spring I went to Mesa where I went to work for a friend by the na m e of Fred Campbell. I had worked with him in White River and at Show L o w several different times. I worked with him until I went to work in t h e state hospital. I worked there off and on until I went into the servi ce . During this time I was around my children Vaughn and Paula, but my ‘ x ’ was not very understanding and would do everything she could to kee p m e away from them. I could not find them when I went into the servic e an d she would not let me see them or tell me where they were . I went into the Army in the Medical Corp in August 1942 and was sent t o A bilene, Texas for three months and into South Carolina where I finish ed m y basic training. Then in Feb. 1943, I was sent back to California w her e we were put on a ship and sent to India via New Zealand and Austral ia . Then to Bombay, India then up along the coast to Karachi fighting i n th e South Seas. We were in a troop ship and was alone and no escort . I don’ t know how we made it, but we did without too much trouble . We were there for about four months then put on a troop train and sen t t o Calcutta where I was put on detached services with the military pol ic e and was to buy the beef and food of all ports for the troops. This w a s in the 1943. There was a famine and there were sights there that wou l d tear your heart out. People were starving and we were not allowed t o sh ow any concern. I was here for about six months when I was sent up t o th e 20th bomber group to buy and butcher their beef, which was quit e a chor e. I was in charge of all the inspection of all meat food for al l the tro ops there and also over the Hump. We had to fly this meat over in planes. While here I had the pleasur e o f meeting General Stillwell who was inspecting our operations. He wa s a v ery nice and friendly man. We were in charge of the horses that wer e ship ped from Australia and New Zealand. This in its self was quite a c hore a s these horses had been on ship for 2 to 3 weeks and they were har d to ha ndle. When they were released from the ship and corals they woul d break a nd run in a stampeding manner and were very dangerous and coul d cause suc h damage if they ever got out of control. They were very mea n as they ha d been mishandled on the ship by the crew men. We would hav e to keep the m there for quarantine for so many days and also doctor th e ones that wa s sick and had some kind of accident. Then we would ship t hem to Rangoo n for the Chinese Army to use as pack animals. The report s were that th e Chinese would eat them as there was a shortage of meat u p that way . (This is all I have, I don't know if he ever finished his life story. De b bie Palmer Morgan, grand daughter.)