Alumni Sandstorm ~ 02/05/18
4 Bombers sent stuff and heard about a Bomber death today:
Bob JOHNSON ('54), Larry MATTINGLY ('60)
David DOUGLAS ('62), Jo MILES ('64)

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>>From: Bob JOHNSON ('54)

The post by Terry DAVIS Knox ('65) of Feb 3 Sandstorm is
story-telling at it's best and funny as all get out. Congrats
to Sandstorm and accolades to him.

-Bob JOHNSON ('54)
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>>From: Larry MATTINGLY ('60) 

To: Don Sorenson (NAB)

A Tale of early Hanford.....

My mother and I arrived by train December 23, 1943. I was
almost 2 years old. Dad had been there since February of '43.
My mother arrived very ill and a few days later was sent to
the TB hospital in Walla Walla for several years. 3 of her 6
sisters were on the way out west and took over my care in
turns while 2 were working at Hanford. One was in Medical
Transcription at Kadlec Hospital. My aunt Catherin was in
payroll distribution and rode the payroll bus with several
armed guards and a supervisor. Apparently some workers were
paid cash as the bus carried a lot of it. She told me there
was one place "out there" where they stopped and honked the
horn and a man came "out of the ground" and signed for a sack
of checks and money for some group of workers. She said the
bus always waited until the door was closed and the light on
the post went out before they went to the next stop. The only
thing she can remember was that it was winter of '44-'45. 
On a leave in November '45 she was on the Empire Builder
eastbound train and met an Air Force officer on his way back
to finish his Phd at MIT. She later married him right after
he finished it. He went on to do "Black Work" for Honeywell,
Boeing, and others. He was an authority on Servo Mechanisms
used to control airplanes and guide rockets. They passed on 
a couple of years ago. There is one of the Wheatley sisters
left. We lived at 206 Casey. Across the alley was 208, home
of George Myers. My Aunt Mary ended up marrying to him. He
graduated in Accounting from UW and went on to be a VP at GE
in Finance for Hotpoint. She is 96 years old and living alone
in the big house in Louisville, KY. She still has a drivers
license and can get to the store and a friend's house. We
trade emails a couple of times a month. For years Dad and I
drove to Walla Walla every Sunday. I was 7 years old when I
realized that women was my mother. I was not allowed in the
hospital so I had to play outside.

Turns out TB was a real killer in those days. One of my
mother's sisters died of it. At 7 years old I had a TB
positive skin test, meaning I was exposed and did not get it.
For over 30 years I got a free chest x-ray at Public Health
every 2 years. Dr. read the x-rays and said I had scar tissue
in one lung caused by TB. He said I was very lucky not to
have come down with it.

I know that most of us look back... some more frequently then
others. But while it seemed dumb to get roller skates at
Christmas with streets and sidewalks so rough, we did not
have it all that bad. We had good schools and most of our
fathers and some mothers had good jobs. We managed to invent
things to go along with the normal growing up.

We also had a bit of a special bonding of circumstances under
which we matured and look back on with favor. And we all have
our special tales we can tell of growing up. I personally
look back and wonder how - as much as I hated school - that 
I was able to graduate with a C avg. I failed Algebra and
Geometry but in Jr College got As in Trig. I was in a
technical sales position selling to Engineers and Surveyors.
As I gained knowledge I became very successful and was one 
of the top 5 sales persons in the world selling a particular
brand of very hi-tech instrumentation. I got several free
trips to the factory in Japan. I look back now and ask why I
gave that up for fireworks? Dumb question, fireworks was a
driving force with me all my life.

I have an offer to do a book on my life in pyrotechnics. But
all my life I have wanted to retire and have a woodworking
shop. Now I have one and I am cleaning it up to start work
and I just cannot get "into" a book.

So today the 4th of February, 2018 (it is 5 AM) I am going 
to sweep the floor in the shop and finish some shelves and a
work table and go to work. I will still do the two displays
for Dutch Harbor as they are my all time favorites and I
really enjoy working with my friend Chuck LOLLIS ('64). His
able assistance makes a difficult display easy. On top of
that he is a nice guy to be around. Even if he does have a
yappy ankle biting dog. :)

-J. Larry MATTINGLY ('60)
>>From: David DOUGLAS ('62)

Re: Women at Hanford

My mom worked at Hanford developing the film in radiation
badges, which used ordinary dental film. One day she asked
her boss, "Why are we developing these? They never have any
pictures, just shades of black and gray." "Don't ask," he
told her. She didn't find out until Nagasaki what the film
was for.

Before we moved to Richland Mom worked in a munitions factory
inserting machine gun bullets into belts for airplane
gunners. Every sixth bullet was a tracer shell. She once took
an exam for a government position (I don't know if she told
me what position). There were 600 applicants for two open
positions. Mom was one of the two hired. I think most of any
intelligence I've ever had must have come from her.

My dad went to technical school to become a watch repairman.
My mom's dad was working on the construction of Hanford and
asked him to move to Richland. There were no watch repairmen
- people had to mail their watches to Spokane for repair. We
drove out in an old Packard with dad's workbench strapped to
the top. My very first memory is of that trip - we had to
drive through a flood. Or at least, I thought it looked 
like a flood; it was probably only a couple of inches deep. 
Dad worked at C.C. Anderson's as a contract employee, but
eventually quit because the company kept giving preferential
treatment for housing to their own employees. Later he worked
for a jeweler, located on George Washington Way at the top of
the road going down to Riverside Park/Howard Amon Park. I
still remember going there after school and sitting on the
floor beside him watching him work. Eventually there were
watchmakers in every drug store/department store, so Dad went
to work for GE as an instrument specialist. Once I asked him
what he did at work and that's what he told me. For years I
wondered what musical instruments had to do with Hanford.

Thanks to everyone who has shared their memories of growing
up in Richland. It was a wonderful place to be a kid.

-David DOUGLAS ('62) ~ Mesa, AZ where it's now in the 80s. 
	I'm hoping to get back in the swimming pool before 
	the end of the month. 
>>From: Jo MILES ('64)

Re: Books about Hanford

There have been a couple of good books recently published
about Hanford. Listed as a Washington State University Press
best seller is "Atomic Geography A Personal History of the
Hanford Nuclear Reservation" by Melvin R. Adams, 2016. The
book also received a favorable review from Oxford University

University of Washington history professors John M. Findlay
and Bruce Hevly published "Atomic Frontier Days: Hanford and
the American West" in 2011. The book received an outstanding
academic title award from the American Library Association.

They are not novels, but for me, the best stories are the
real ones.

-Jo MILES ('64)
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Heard about this 16th Bomber death in 2018 today:

Cecil HOWARD ('62wb/'63-RIP) ~ 5/15/44 - 1/25/18
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