Some of Dad's U.S. Navy Ephemera from 1947

OK, so what are ephemera? Wikipedia says, "Ephemera are any transitory written or printed matters that are not meant to be retained or preserved. The word derives from the Greek ephemeros, meaning "lasting only one day, short-lived".^[1] Some collectible ephemera are advertising, trade cards, airsickness bags, bookmarks, catalogues, coasters, greeting cards, letters, pamphlets, postcards, posters, prospectuses, defunct stock certificates or tickets, and zines." 

In other words, stuff we tend to throw away. In my family, especially on my dad's side, a lot of that sort of thing has survived. His older sister Beulah Vee died just short of her eighteenth birthday, so he was the only child after that event. My grandmother Rosa Mae Wright never really got over her death. I've written a series of blog posts about the shrine of memorabilia she kept in Beulah Vee's hope or what she called her daughter's cedar chest. Hope had gone, I guess. You can read them here and here. Mamaw kept a lot of material, much of it ephemera. Most of it has been donated to the state archives since it offers a snapshot of Beulah Vee's life in Gadsden in the 1920's and 1930's.

As we discovered when we cleaned out the house in 1999, my grandmother kept lots of other ephemera, some of it dealing with dad's time in the U.S. Navy in the late 1940's. I've written a couple of blog posts about his service; they are linked at the photos below. I recently came across REAL ephemera my grandmother had saved, some of dad's Navy change of address forms. More comments below. 

I've covered some other ephemera on this blog, including bookmarks, match books, and I don't remember what else. One of these days I'm going to get around to a couple of posts using my mammoth movie and concert ticket stubs collection! 

Dad did fireman's training at the Navy's Great Lakes center in Illinois, so this card dated February 19, 1947, tells his parents he is transferring to San Diego. Beginning in July 1946 he had done twelve weeks of boot camp at Bainbridge, Maryland. 

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This card was mailed to 1113 Chandler Street in Gadsden; I always knew the address as 1313, a spooky number easy to remember, so a change occurred at some point, presumably in the 1950's. 

This card informs my grandparents that dad is being stationed "overseas" and giving an address in San Francisco to be used until further notice. 

This address is a bit more specific and apparently a correction postmarked four days after the previous one. These two cards were sent to a post office box my grandparents were using for some reason. Presumably the "NavRecSta" is the Navy Recruiting Station in San Francisco. 

I've written about dad's time in the south Pacific aboard the USS Errol here. Another more extensive post on his Navy career is here. 

Dad in the U.S. Navy 1946-1948

My father Amos J. Wright, Jr. [August 26, 1926-July 31, 2003] spent just under two years in the U.S. Navy soon after the end of World War II. His tour sent him to the south Pacific on a small cargo vessel that sailed among a number of tiny  islands bringing provisions to U.S. personnel still on duty there. 

In this post I let dad tell the story of that period via some journal entries he wrote years later and photos from the time. I've done some other posts about him on this blog. One shared photographs from his time at Auburn which was divided by his Navy years. He graduated in 1950. In another I looked at his work as a very active and longtime member of the Alabama Archaeological Society. Those efforts led to the publication of several articles and two books related to Native Americans in the state.

You can see other navy photographs of dad, a group portrait of his basic 
engineering class at the Great Lakes Naval Station and a listing of the first crew 
of the USS Errol in my blog post "Dad and the USS Errol". There are a number of photographs in dad's Navy 
scrapbook I haven't used here; I'll probably do another post on the topic in the
future.

This material is taken from a handwritten journal he wrote from October
1993 until January 1999 about events in his life. I have corrected small matters
such as misspellings, missing punctuation and apparently missing words. I have 
also added some paragraph breaks and a footnote. The photos below the text are
from the scrapbook dad put together; most have information on
the back that I have included.


24 March 1997

I enlisted in the regular navy in July 1946 and was sent to Bainbridge, Maryland for boot camp. I was there for 12 weeks with no leave. Since I had one year of ROTC at Auburn they made me a company commander which afforded me a few perks.

When I finished boot camp I was given a 10 day leave in late October and went home. I went to Auburn and spent a couple of days there. I returned (all by train) to Bainbridge where they shipped me out to fireman's school at Great Lakes, Illinois. I was there all winter. We (our squad of 6) would fall out before daybreak and march a mile in the snow to chow. We had leave, and I went to Chicago and Milwaukee every week-end. 

I met a girl at a skating rink and dated her the remaining time I was there. I graduated in March 1947 and was sent (by train) to San Diego. I was given a 10 day leave en route which was through Gadsden to New Orleans on to San Diego. I spent 30 days there (never knew what for) and went over to Tijuana on weekends. About 1 May they sent me to San Francisco where I stayed on Treasure Island in the bay for about 30 days before they loaded us on one of the troop ships (a former Presidents line) where we went to Hawaii and stayed there several days with shore leave. 

Then we went to Wake Island and on to Guam taking about 2 weeks. At Guam I was assigned to the USS Errol AG 133. It was a small (175') cargo ship that was brought in from the Philippines for refurbishing. We spent about two months getting her sea worthy. About 1 July 1947 to 1 July 1948 we took 3 week trips to Saipan, Tinian, Truk, Ponape, Ulithi and other islands carrying frozen cargo to navy personnel on these islands. We had large walk-in reefers (freezers) in the hold which had to be checked every hour. This was my job when I was on watch which we stood 4 hours on and 4 hours off when under way. 

We also carried natives and their goods between the islands as they had no other transportation. Sometimes the deck would be covered with men, women and children where they ate and slept. One trip we carried the coffin of a high ranking princess, and when I went down in the hold to check the reefers I had to walk right by her casket which was made out of wicker kind of like a large basket. It smelled like a fir tree. The ship would moan and groan and I was scared out of my wits every time I had to go down there.

The reefers would have frozen strawberries and other goodies destined for officers' clubs, and we would carefully open one end of a carton and pilfer a few packages sealing up the carton where no one would notice. We had to serve a month as mess cook (assisting the cook in cooking, preparation and cleaning up).

We only had a crew of 13 , a Lt. (captain), a warrant officer (second in command), 3 chiefs and 8 white hats. We were authorized to hire natives to travel with us. We had about 6 who lived on the deck but ate with us. They were good workers. One of them I became good friends with--Ackuous. He was from Truk and was the one who got  me the Japanese 25 cal. rifle that I sent home. I wrapped it in asbestos tape with the bolt on the stock. I went to the navy P.O. and mailed it home. Mother told me when she picked it up at the P.O. in Gadsden they told her I could not ship a gun in the mail like that--it was against regulations. It's a miracle it even got there travelling 10,000 miles.

20 April 1997

In early 1948 we sailed from Guam on one of our supply trips to Ponape [1] in the Caroline Islands. We anchored in the bay there and were not allowed to go ashore. These were about three week trips. We anchored in sight of Ponape and a smaller island nearby. We could see a small dock on the smaller island and watched as small boats went over each day from Ponape carrying supplies to a leper colony on the island. The supplies would be unloaded on the end of the dock, and the boat left. Then the lepers would come out on the dock and get the supplies. We were so far away we could only tell that it was people.

We would go swimming here off the ship. Someone had to stand guard on the bridge of the ship with a carbine to ward off any sharks but we never had any trouble. 

On our return trip one night I was asleep and was suddenly jolted from my bunk. I knew we had collided with something. I ran up the ladder and came out of a hatch to the deck. I was still holding the sides of the hatch when a great gust of water swept down the deck. Alarms were going off and flood lights on. 

I ran forward on the deck and saw we had run aground on a reef. They reversed the engines and tried to back off but to no avail. Our radio operator sent out an SOS and the first station to reply was Hawaii--thousands of miles away. We had to wait 2 or 3 days for a seagoing tug to come from Guam. He hooked on and pulled us off. We had ballast space under the ship and the second hull was not crushed. The tug escorted us back to Guam.

Our Captain who was an old navy man about ready for retirement was court martialed and relieved of command of any ship. We white hats never knew what really happened, but we heard that the log showed a disagreement between the Captain and first officer on what the course should be.

We went into dry dock [at Guam] and remained there about four months while the ship was repaired. During this time the ship was given a complete overhaul--engines rebuilt, hull scrapped and painted, etc. While we were there we were hit by a typhoon. All ships went to sea to ride her out but of course we stayed in the dry dock it being so large that we had no problem. After the typhoon passed the coconut trees looked like telephone poles--being stripped of all foliage.

Just a few weeks after we got out of dry dock I was shipped back to San Francisco at Treasure Island for discharge. I was there for about 2 weeks being processed. We weren't required to work and had liberty on the weekend. One Saturday morning I was in line checking out to go on leave, and a Chief Petty officer came up and collected all our passes. They put us on a bus and took us to San Francisco where we had to march in a St. Patrick's Day parade up Market Street. It was after noon before we got our passes back. 


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1. Panope is now known as Pohnpei. Another former name was Ascension Island. Panope was under Japanese control during World War II; about 2000 troops were stationed there. The island was shelled several times by American battleships including the USS Alabama. The Wikipedia article on Pohnpei notes,
"On April 1, 1865, the CSS Shenandoah surprised four United States whalers at Ascension Island (Pohnpei) and destroyed them all. The local king, Nananierikie, was delighted to receive much of the spoils from this action.^[19]"

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Dad's description of his Navy time ends here. In one of the small notebooks
where she kept diary-like entries, household expenses and such, Rosa Mae
Wright also wrote about her son's navy experiences and gave a few more details.


"A.J. Wright enlisted in the U.S. Navy July 20, 1946 at Birmingham Ala. Left for
Bainbridge Md. Stayed there 3 months then was sent to Great Lakes training
school in Illinois. Had to report in San Diego Calif on March 1, 1947 then sailed
on the U.S.S. Gen. Anderson for Guam on March 20. Arrived in Pearl Harbor
March 25. Left Pearl Harbor March 28 for Wake Island. Arrived there April 2.
Then on to Guam April 7 has been assigned to the U.S.S. Errol. Left
Guam July 26, 47 for Saipan [sp] and Rota Islands Returned to Guam July
31, 1947. Entered 103 Hospital on Guam M.i. on August 5, 1947. Got home
July 10th, 1948, Met him in Bham at 8:15 o'clock pm."

Dad doesn't mentioned a hospital stay, so I'm not sure what my grandmother
means by that reference. Dad had a lifelong aversion to hospitals and illness,, so maybe he didn't want to remember the details.

^{Below are photos and further comments.}

On leave in Gadsden

In Washington, D.C.

Dad wrote on the back of this one, "Long 'n' short of it. Turkey Day 11/28/46". This photo would have been taken during his training at Great Lakes. The other man is unidentified.

Fox Lake, Wisconsin

I presume this young lady is the "girl" he met at a skating rink and dated while he was at Great Lakes

At sea in the South Pacific in October 1947. This photo is the only evidence we have that dad ever wore a beard.

Another shot at Fox Lake

In dry dock at Guam

Dad and his friend Ackuous

USS Errol 

Lau Yee Chai was one of the most notable restaurants in Honolulu before, during and for some years after World War II. You can read about it and see photos here. Dad is on the left in the photo below; I presume they are waiting to enjoy some food.

USS Errol in Saipan December 1947

The deck of the USS Errol in Guam February 1948

The crew on Truk Island 1947

The Captain on Truk Christmas Eve 1947. This would have been the first captain Lieutenant Russell Quartus June, who served until September 14, 1948.

A beer party on Guam May 1948

Engine room November 1947

Control stacks November 1947

The USS Errol at Koror October 1947

Dad's Notice of Separation

^{Dad's Honorable Discharge}

Dad & the USS Errol

When Pearl Harbor was bombed in December 1941, Dad was fifteen years old. He tried to sign up after his eighteenth birthday, but he had pretty bad acne, and the military would not take him. He did work in the Goodyear tire plant in Gadsden, an essential part of the war effort.

After the war he tried again with the US Navy and was accepted in July 1946. Most of the memorabilia we have on his service is stored at mom's; I'll be digging into that one day. We also have dad's rather lengthy written memories of his Navy stint; I hope to transcribe and post that material also. He includes lots of detail and some fascinating stories.

In the meantime, here is just a bit about his Navy years and especially the ship on which he served in the South Pacific, the USS Errol. 

The light cargo ship was originally built for the US Army during the war. The Navy acquired it in April 1947 while the vessel was at Apra, Guam, and commissioned it on July 9. The Errol displaced 550 tons, was 177 feet long and had a crew of 42. The ship was named after Errol Shoal in Plaquemines Parish, Louisiana. 

Wikipedia's entry has this to say about its duties in the Pacific:

"Errol throughout her naval service carried passengers and cargo among American islands and those of the Trust Territory of the Pacific, calling at Guam, Saipan, Tinian, Truk, the Palau Islands, Ulithi, Chichi Jima, Kwajalein, Pagan Island, Agrihan, and smaller islands in the Caroline Islands. From September to December 1949 she was overhauled at Pearl Harbor, the only interruption to her constant operations in the Pacific."

The Errol was decommissioned in July 1951 and loaned to the Department of the Interior. In January 1952 that transfer was made permanent. The final fate of the Errol is unknown according to the Wikipedia page and NavSource Online. 

Dad was a member of the original crew. You can see the entire listing below. During its career in the Navy, the Errol had several captains. A listing is here. The first captain was Lieutenant Russell Quartus June, who served until September 14, 1948. 

This post, by the way, is my 300th on this blog. Further comments are below some of the photos.

Here's dad's photo of the USS Errol; I've been unable to locate any others online. Mom says dad once told her one of the only times he was really scared during his Navy service was the first time he had to climb to the crow's nest.

Here's the Navy's notice of commission of the vessel and the listing of the first crew. Dad is the next to the last name given.

Source: NavSource Online

On the back of this photograph dad wrote, "AJ Wright Jr and his friend Ackuos on board the USS Errol SW Pacific 1947".

The caption reads "Basic Engineering Class B11-1".  That's dad in the back row, second from the right. I presume this photo is a class at the Naval Station Great Lakes, north of Chicago, where dad did further training after boot camp in Bainbridge, Maryland. 

This photo may have been taken in Chicago while he was on leave.  

Dad is buried in one of the newer sections of Maple Hill Cemetery in Huntsville.