Personal Narrative Of My Life Story

I was born in Rutland, Vt Dec 9, 1950. Moved back to Maine when I was a couple months old. I basically grew up on two farms during the summers with my grand parents. Life was pretty simple back then, compared to today. Grandfather Tibbetts did not have electricity or phones. He worked his 500 acres with his horses or steers. The family all picthed in and helped hay or work in the woods. We learned math and spelling through Cribbage and Scrabble. We read with kerosene lamps or lanterns. My other grand father had a tractor that we plowed with and did farm chores with. He also had electricity and phone. We still lugged water from the well ! I learned to drive a vehicle when I was old enough to reach the peddles and we would ride around the fiels in the pick up truck. Most roads were dirt back then and those that were “tarred” were rough ! I sometimes miss those days. We did not have …show more content…
of 1975, from the USS Dale, DLG 19. I did two tours to the Mediterainian, at Charleston, SC. I failed to mention, we moved from Newport, RI to Mayport, Fla. In 73. I stayed in Fla for a couple years after I was discharged and the reception was ok. People there understood, as so many of us had been in the war. Interation of White, Blacks, Hispanic and Orientals....Yes all of us on one Ship of 280 personell, we all needed to get along and co-exist! We all became friends and we all relied on each other to cover out butts. Who wants to get thrown overboard out at sea? LOL Everyone was treated the same, and each night for supper/dinner. We had Soul night, Spanish night, Oriental night,,,American night. Always had good food to eat and plenty. NOTE: when out to sea, we ran out of milk after 2 days,,,We made our own water so had plenty of purified water. I also brought a couple of my African American friends home with me to Palermo for a weekend or longer. Earl & Elsie welcomed them into our house. I have never seen race as a factor. They are people like