William H. Sager, Jr. - Private First Class, U.S. Army Infantry 1944-46 WW2 Veteran

 William H. Sager, Jr. - Private U.S. Army Infantry 1944-46 WW2

Dad with his WW2 Veteran hat, close friend Inge Ruff, great grandson Edward Sager, and daughter in law Terrie Sager at Brasstown Bald, GA. May 2021 (our last visit)


Dad’s Bronze Star, Combat Infantryman Badge, and others from his service in the U.S. Army, 5th Infantry Division - Red Diamond. Great-grandson Luke Bateman, formerly USMC, now serving in USCG, has all these medals now and was going to display them in a shadow box. Willi has the memorial flag. We were very grateful to our local VFW Honor Guard for their part in honoring him at our memorial service with a 21 gun salute and nice tribute!


As we remember our military veterans on November 11, I have been thinking about our father. Bill Sager enlisted as an eighteen year old at the end of WW2 in 1944. His account of his experience in basic training is quite a unique story. This is from his 380 page typewritten autobiography he gave us in 2001 when he was 75 years old.


l'm the guy who was so happy to quit school and go in the service so I wouldn't have to study anymore.  I just hated to study.  So what happened when I was in the service?  Well, in basic training some of it just seemed so easy - as I said I was in great physical shape so that part was easy.   We had a drill sergeant who for some reason, that I'm sure the Lord knows, took an immediate dislike to me - perhaps because I was a Yankee and physically had no problem in doing anything they wanted us to do (I think this really go to him) - I’ll never know.  He was about 5' 3 or 4" tall and must have weighed about 135 lbs.  All of his uniforms were tailored to him which meant all of his shirts fit him like a glove.  He had all the seams where you would press your shirts (three stripes down the back) sewn into his shirts.  Seemed he had quite an ego too and we were the ones who were going to feed it.  Don't get me wrong about what I'm going to say next - but this little drill sergeant was from the hills of Georgia - most of my dealing with anyone from Georgia was they were “hill billies” - had very little education and didn’t do much work..  (This was 50 years ago and we had gone through a depression and now were in the 2nd world war)   I'm certain he too quit school, just like I had - but he probably never made it into the 6th grade.  Anyway he took an immediate dislike to me and seemed to always be picking on me.  One time I wasn't paying attention in one of the lectures and we were sitting outside in the hot Florida sun and I was sort of nodding off - he came up behind me (and I didn’t see him) and I did have my helmet liner on - he hit me over the head with his ever present swagger stick (this was like a conductors baton but about ½ inch in diameter and about two feel long).  It made such a resounding sound that I don't think I heard anything for about three days after his blow on me helmet liner.  A couple of days after that episode he was teaching us map reading and all of a sudden it dawned on me that here was this little guy who had been in the Army for about 12 years, seen combat, been wounded (badly) and was brought back from overseas so he could teach us how to stay alive when we were in combat.   Here he was actually trying to help me stay alive when I went overseas.  Boy was this a revelation.  This wonderful little guy was helping us all to gain some knowledge so we could stay alive a little longer.  What a change in attitude I had  - this was now a wonderful little guy and how I studied everything that he or anyone presented to us.  I even told some of the others that the little sergeant was really helping us and they'd better pay attention. I know he did a good job - I did get through my overseas experience thanks to God and a lot of other people and that wonderful little sergeant from the hills of Georgia.  He still managed to pick on me when he had the chance but it didn't bother me - I loved him.  The Lord just opened my eyes and I just loved him. If there had been a book about this Wonderful Sergeant I would have studied it from cover to cover.  

Now  Listen - about my little Sergeant, here was someone who had almost died so he could pass on what he knew and help me live.  Does this sound familiar?  Here was someone who had almost died so that I could live?  Ever hear of someone else who not ALMOST died but who actually did die so you could live and have eternal life?  Sure you have - I want to know as much as I can about that man.  We all want to know as much about what He wants for us - How do we find out ?  IT IS IN THE BOOK - the Bible - the Book that shows us just what He did and what He wants us to do - READ IT AND PRAYFULLY STUDY IT - HE'LL SHOW YOU.  

Some things in basic training are just unbelievable.  We had M1 30 caliber rifle issued to us and we’d have them all during training.  We were told to treat them VERY well and make certain that you called it your “rifle” and not a gun.  The first time a recruit called his rifle a gun the sergeant got all bent out of shape and shouted in the recruits face and told him to report to him when we were dismissed.  At the end of the day when we were dismissed the recruit was seen standing at attention  by the Command Office with his rifle next to him and he was would first point with his finger to his rifle and say in a very loud voice, “This is my rifle” then he would point to his crotch and say, “And this is my gun”, then back to his rifle and said, “This is for killing”, then pointing to his crotch again and saying, “And this is for fun”.  He went on and on like this for over an hour before he was dismissed.   We all got the message.

One recruit dropped his rifle and he was forced to put it in his cot and put it under the covers while he had to sleep under the cot on the floor.  This too was a real learning experience for us all and we knew we were to take exceptionally loving care of our rifles.

In basic training I always went to church although I didn't like the idea of marching in formation to go there.  One more thing to get used to and after the first Sunday in Camp Blanding I learned if I didn't fall out in formation to go to church I could walk at my own pace and get there about the time the service started.

This was my very first Christmas eve and Christmas away from my family and I didn't know what to do so I took a bus into Stark, Florida, on Christmas Eve.  I walked to a part of town where there were houses and families and I slowly walked past houses and I could look in and see families sitting around their Christmas tree.  Perhaps I was a little homesick but some how it gave me great joy to see families, that I didn’t know, getting ready to enjoy the celebration of Christ's birth - seemed like viewing a movie only I was the one taking the pictures.  





1945 after serving overseas in combat in the European Theater. He was home on furlough. He has the Combat Infantryman Badge and the Paratrooper Wings are for the Glider Corps. He was assigned to the Motor pool for that elite airborne unit at Fort Campbell, KY at 5th Div. headquarters, then called Camp Campbell.


Found out from our interpreters the Germans would see our division patches (a red diamond) and call us by a nick name I got to like  “Patton’s Red Devils”.


The 5th Division had served in the XII and XX Corps, Third Army from August 3, 1944 to the end of hostilities, May 7, 1945. General George S. Patton, Commander of the Third Army, had this to say, in part, in a letter dated November 17, 1945:

"Nothing I can say can add to the glory which you have achieved. Throughout the whole advance across France you spearheaded the attack of your Corps. You crossed so many rivers that I am persuaded many of you have webfeet and I know that all of you have dauntless spirit. To my mind history does not record incidents of greater valor than your crossing of the Sauer and Rhine."

Red Diamond patch of the 5th Division on his right shoulder. With Barbara Baxter.


Another story about his service in the U.S. Army concerned an incident in Scotland on a train in Glasgow on his way to the war.

Landing in Scotland and Moving Beyond


On our last day aboard the troop ship before getting on solid land again was a nice, calm day and I was on deck as we pulled into Glasgow, Scotland.  What a beautiful sight.  I had only seen pictures of the area but to actually see it in person was wonderful, particularly after being out to sea for six or seven days.  Seeing the vegetation coming right down to the water, oh, it was just beautiful.  The Gulf stream or something caused the vegetation to look so luscious.  

We docked and took our duffel bags and knapsacks and were put on trains headed to ... ?  No one knew.  The Army always did a good job of keeping us in the dark or perhaps they didn’t know where we were headed either.  We got on the train in Glasgow and I happened to be sitting by the window and since there were a couple of people standing outside at the train station and even though it was cold, I decided to open the window.  Almost immediately I made eye contact with an old Scottish man wearing a big black overcoat and an old cap and he shuffled over to me and reached up with his old weather beaten hand and I reached mine out to him.  We shook hands or really he just held my hand in his for quite a while looking right at me and studying my face and then he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and said in a very firm voice in his very Scottish brogue,  "Good luck to you, Yank! - God bless ya!"  Then he let go of my hand as the train started moving.  I was almost crying.  I have always wondered how many young soldiers he held hands and encouraged them as they went off to war.  It was rather obvious to me this old man was perhaps directly involved in the first world war or that he had sons and grandsons that were involved in this war.  I do hope the good Lord will let me see that man again - seems any time I want I can, after all these years, still see him and hear his firm old Scottish brogue give me courage to do a job I really didn't want to do but I knew someone needed to do it.


5th Infantry Division https://www.history.army.mil/documents/ETO-OB/5id-eto.htm


Society of the 5th Division

https://www.societyofthefifthdivision.com/


Several of the books published by this society were in Dad’s library that I now have. He attended their reunions later in life and displayed the red diamond decal on his car.





Sanford ‘Pop’ Sager joked with his grandson Bill



Our father blessed us by writing his 381 page autobiography and giving us each a copy back in 2001 when he was 75 years old. What a treasure we have of all the old family stories and his life including some stories we never heard before! Here is an excerpt about a joke his grandfather Sanford Sager pulled on him when he was a boy.

Bill Sager in front of Sanford Sager family home 1397 New Scotland Rd, Slingerlands, NY. age 8


Pop seemed to always have a twinkle in his eyes and I’m sure the following just shows how he would go to great lengths to “set you up” for a joke of some kind.  One beautiful day Pop asked me if I’d like to take the bus into Albany with him and we’d visit with some of the farmers he knew at the farmers market.  I jumped at the idea and he put on his good suit, tie and I dressed better than if we were going in the field to work.  We went on the bus (stopped right in front of his house on New Scotland Ave.)  to Albany and the farmers market.  Pop and I talked and talked to lots of the men there then he asked me if I’d like to have some lunch.  That sounded good to me and after I agreed to what he he’d asked he said that he had an idea, “How would you like to take a steak out in the country and we’d cook it over an open fire?”  Don’t think I had ever done that before and he made it sound like such fun.  We purchased a steak and went over and got on a bus headed to I didn’t know where.  We would look out of the window and he would ask if this looked like a good place to get off and go in the woods - if I said yes he would say that we should go on a little further.  We finally got off the bus and started walking near some woods.  “I’ve a great idea, why don’t we go up to some house and as them to cook the steak for us because it would be so much faster and we both were getting hungry by now.”  What a salesman he was.  He talked me into being the one who would go up to the house and ask the person if they would cook a steak for me and my grandfather.  Then it was a matter of which house to go up to.  We finally found one that was just the right one and we stood there and I knocked at the door and a nice little old lady came to the door and I started my spiel, in the meantime my grandfather had disappeared around the corner of the house, and when I finished the little lady said that she would be very glad to cook it for us but where was my grandfather?  About that time he came around from the side of the house and the little old lady reached out and gave me a great big hug.  Turned out this was Pop’s sister Alice and I’m sure she knew we were coming for lunch but he surly had set me up for a wonderful experience.  We had our steak and I played her pump organ most of my stay there until guess I drove them both crazy with my playing and was asked to stop.  


Sanford Sager, 1939 (b. 1863 d. 1946)


The Pause That Refreshes

 “And the king, and all the people that were with him, came weary, and refreshed themselves there.” 

II Samuel 16:14



Chassahowitzka River, FL, October 28, 2023


From The Pastor's Heart: The Pause that Refreshes

Stress is an affliction that many agree is at epidemic proportions in western society. In our fast paced lifestyles, we have succumbed to this malady in increasing numbers. The symptoms are easily discerned and include physical, emotional and mental effects: haggard, listless, tired lives; lack of focus and inability to stir up enthusiasm and energy; irritability, complaining and murmuring; broken relationships; broken bodies; burdened and broken minds; a loss of heart; indigestion, headaches, various digestive disorders; abrasive, nervous, depressed, and sleepless. The list could easily be multiplied. 


These symptoms are the result of underlying causes. We as a society have willingly exchanged hard, physical labor for physical convenience, consumption and ease; we have exalted efficiency and the accumulation of material profit and willingly sacrificed many things to achieve these goals. The fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil is evidently still a source of fascination and almost universally preferred to the tree of life. Technology and the acquisition of knowledge have enabled us to far outpace our ancestors of a short time ago in what we can accomplish and the sparing of ourselves from physical labor. Yet the lives we are living are taking their toll in many other ways, among them, stress. And as with king David and his companions, there is a weariness that settles in no matter how you live. Although the effects today are widespread, we are not the first people to experience these things. Even the most godly Christian is not exempt from growing weary and needing this refreshing. God hasn’t made us to remain taut and engaged without some relief. Our lifestyle choices frequently are very demanding and stressful. Who wants to forsake our modern amenities and go back to the so-called simpler life of a by-gone era when men scratched out their living from the soil or sea, and women toiled from early morning till late providing the basics for their families and battling the elements? Some seek positive solutions through changing their diets, engaging in various exercise regimens, vacations, entertainment, recreation, seeking professional psychological help or therapeutic drugs, taking early retirement to chase their dreams, and other ways. 


Could God have provided something better for us in this vital realm within the pages of his holy Word, the Bible? Surely it is sufficient to meet our needs with the Holy Spirit’s guidance and illumination. God certainly has foreseen this need of ours, even as he did with king David and his people. Here is a word for worn down, frazzled people of the twenty first century.


Note that David and his people were said to “come weary and refreshed themselves there”. They didn’t leave and go to Tahiti or some tropical island paradise. Right there where they had been abused and had dirt and rocks thrown at them and been slandered they came with the weariness of travelers who are fleeing for their lives and they refreshed themselves right there. Pretty amazing, isn’t it? 


How did they do it? The Hebrew word is a root word that means to get a breath of fresh air and be refreshed. Evidently they stopped their travels in the vicinity of Bahurim and took a breather. The exact same word occurs in Exodus 23:12 of the refreshment provided by God’s law for handmaids and strangers by the practice of keeping the Sabbath every week in Israel. These were laboring people who needed time weekly to take a breather. It was God’s will for them to have time regularly for that to take place. The other place this word occurs is in Exodus 31:17 where it speaks of God himself being refreshed on the seventh day after having created the universe in six days. He found refreshment by resting from his labors one day. Consistently refreshment is associated with taking time off one day in seven for the rest God planned his people should take. So we have an alternating pattern of intense activity involving labor, and a regular time devoted to taking a breather.


Today we live in the era of twenty four X seven everything. Nothing closes down or even slows down. Widespread belief in the theory of material evolution erases even the memory of why we have seven days in each week. Factories have to maintain efficiency, and the constant, unchanging pace is not God’s will for us. There is no refreshment for mankind. No matter what your opinion about the Sabbath, or the Lord’s Day, may be, it is clear that our modern society is out of step with God’s plan of regular refreshment for our lives. God didn’t give us this in order to bring us into some form of formal legalism like the Pharisees. The Sabbath was clearly made for man – Mark 2:27. 


When was the last time you were refreshed? Is your life showing signs of stress and fracture that is so commonplace today? Don’t wait until you can afford a fancy vacation, or pin your hope of a remedy on a diet or drug or exercise regimen. God may be simply telling you to take some time each week to spend with him in being refreshed with and by him. He knows how much we all need to work and then take a regular breather. It takes time to do this. You can’t do it while you’re busy pressing along in the press of humanity toward the same goals the world is frantically pursuing at a maddening pace. And no substitute will accomplish what this simple, spiritual remedy will do for you. Put God’s Word to the test and prove for yourself how good his way is. Seek the refreshing that was so effective in a highly stressful situation to these godly people of long ago. May God give you the refreshing and renewal you need in his fellowship. Take a regular breather with God.     


Your loving pastor in our powerful Lord Jesus,

Ed Sager



"Can faith really produce better health? Can corporate worship reduce hospital visits? Can prayer replace pills? Modern medical research reveals in 80 to 90 percent of studies what Christians have known for centuries: Weekly church attendance, daily Bible reading, and a constant attitude of prayer is the prescription for healthy living—mind, body, and soul."
From the back cover, “None Of These Diseases”
by S. I. McMillen, M.D. & David E. Stern, M.D.

Cousin Bill Llewellyn Interview - Final installment

 Cousin Bill Llewellyn Interview - final installment

This is the final installment of the interview in 2004 Rutgers University did of cousin Bill Llewellyn. 


Charles, Emily, Bill, Mabel (Charles’ sister) and Esther Llewellyn in Barnesville, Ohio in 1930.


 

Bill Llewellyn with Judy Vail Reese 2012


SH: This is side two of tape two. 

WL: Okay, so, John, when we got on the LCI, would kneel down by my bunk and say his  prayers and that was kind of a little embarrassing, as I lay there smoking a cigarette. So, I moved  in with Gebhart and this other young officer, we had four on the boat sometimes, he moved in  with John, and they used to argue Catholic things. [laughter] There was … another officer I  knew, … whose name I don’t remember any longer, but he was madly in love and he and his  girlfriend got married just before they shipped out. He was on one of the other LCIs and I knew  him pretty well and he said [that] they didn’t have sex, that they weren’t going to have [sex].  They wanted to be married so [that] they got the pay while he was overseas, but they weren’t  going to have sex until they were married in the Church. So, as I say, it was kind of a nice  world, but it was different. [laughter] … 

SH: Were your parents able to travel out to Madison for the wedding? 

WL: Yes, yes, they came out and they were there. Of course, I … didn’t know much [of] what  was going on hardly. … [laughter] Then, an old roommate of mine and a fraternity brother,  Barclay Malsbury, [who] died a few years ago, he was fairly active in the Rutgers alumni stuff,  but he was in the Air Corps and I somehow got a hold of him and he and his wife flew up. …  He’d been overseas, but they were in Louisiana, I think, in an airbase. They flew up and he was  my best man. So, he helped me through. Other than that, it was [just family]. 

SH: Was there housing for you and Stella in Detroit? 

WL: No, no, we had to find someplace. 

SH: Was that tough? 

WL: Yes. … Finally, we were in a hotel for a few days, but hotels only cost about three-and-a half bucks a night, though, you know, in those days. We used to stay in the Pennsylvania Hotel  in New York City and that was, … as I recall, three-and-a-half bucks, [laughter] a nice world,  and so, we found a little place. … I was saying, "Well, maybe you’ve got to go home." She  says, "Nope, we’re going to live together." So, she found a place and it was … a little apartment 

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in the back of the house, right opposite that island in the Detroit River, [Belle Isle?] but, anyway, I got off … the trolley at Crane, Hibbard and Holcomb, I remember that, to go home, but it was  an old couple [that] owned the house and they had this thing in the back. … Of course, they  enjoyed having a young married couple there, but his name was Frame. [laughter] So, he felt  like … 

SH: Family.  

WL: And he was a Fuller Brush man. 

SH: Did any part of your Rutgers education help you when you were in the military? Did it  come into play more in your civilian life? 

WL: An education is an education, you know. [laughter] I was one of the few engineering  officers, I think, that really was an engineer, … so, that helped. … 

SH: Did you ever entertain any thoughts of staying in the military? 

WL: No. … 

SH: You mentioned that you got your orders to return to the States the day Roosevelt died.  What was the reaction of the men around you? What did you think of Truman’s ability to  govern? 

WL: Oh, Truman horrified us. [laughter] As my father said, "The haberdasher from St. Louis."  [laughter] … He embarrassed you when he was in public and [said] some of the things he said.  It was only later that you realized he was a pretty solid guy. … No, we knew that Roosevelt was [sick]. We didn’t know how bad, but we knew he was pretty bad and, obviously, he shouldn’t  have been there for several years, because he … practically gave the store away while he was  dying, but, no, Truman was an embarrassment and only later did we realize he was kind of one  of the best ones, maybe, yes. 

SH: Do you recall any of the celebrations that followed the end of the war in Europe and the Japanese surrender? Did you take part in any celebrations?  

WL: … Yes. When did it [end]? 

SH: The war in Europe ended in May of 1945. 

WL: That was when it ended in Europe? So, I was at sea or something, then, I think. SH: That is right. You did not go there until … 

WL: July. 

SH: You would have been coming back then.

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WL: Yes. I have … very little recollection of the ending of the war in Europe, except that it  happened. I was in Detroit when V-J Day [happened] and that, of course, was a happy time. … 

SH: You were in Detroit when the war ended. 

WL: Yes. 

SH: Were you released immediately? What did they do with you? 

WL: … I actually got out in November, some time, and then, the termination date was  December, … because of accumulated something or other, [leave time?], but I think I attached a  copy of the thing, [his discharge papers]. It doesn’t say where; I think I got out at Great Lakes or  something like that, but I don’t really know what the location was. I don’t think it was in Detroit  itself, but I’m not sure. It might have been. … I remember being interviewed by the guy and I  just don’t remember where. … Then, we went back to Madison, … and then, I contacted, wrote  a letter to, Westvaco in Charleston and, you know, … of all things, that letter got lost, because …  I contacted them later and they had never received it. … As I waited, I wasn’t sure I wanted to  bring a Wisconsin bride to Charleston, South Carolina, because [there was] no air-conditioning,  [there were] cockroaches this long running around, and so, when I didn’t hear right away from  Westvaco, I started looking at some of the paper mills in Wisconsin, Kimberly-Clark. … They  said, "Sure, we’ll give you a job," and I said, "Where?" and they said, "Well, you’ll be out here  … on a drawing board," and there’s about thirty drawing boards out there and I said, "No thanks, I don’t think I want to do that." So, I went to [the] Marathon Corporation. They had a  converting [plant] and some mills in [the] Neenah/Menasha area and they said, "Well, we think  (Grover Keith?), up in Wausau, Wisconsin," … their original mill was in Wausau, "is looking for  somebody, if you want to go up there." So, I went up there and talked to Grover Keith and he  said, "Yes," and so, I got a job there and, actually, … this was an old mill. … So, my first winter  was in Wausau, Wisconsin, after two years in the South Pacific, and I don’t know … if you’ve ever seen [this, but] there’s an ad, Employer’s Mutual or something like that, that shows the  Wausau train station, on TV. Well, I had a room and I walked past that thing every morning to  the bus station. I didn’t have a car and it was ten, fifteen below every morning, [laughter] and  then, I’d take this bus out to the mill, and then, Stella came up and we got a crazy little  apartment. … The people [do not] realize today … what nice places they can rent. There was  nothing, you know. This was a one-room deal on the third floor or something, … but, then, they  had bought a mill over in Menominee, Michigan, on Green Bay, at the mouth of the Menominee  River, and so, they transferred me over there in May, and then, I was there from May … ‘46 to  ’51. … Then, in ’51, … we bought a mill out in Oswego, New York, and I went out there as  plant engineer. I was out there for eight years, … but that first winter in Wausau, oh, it was cold. [laughter] 

SH: You mainly stayed with the paper mills. 

WL: I stayed in the paper industry, yes, … actually, the whole time. 

SH: Were you mostly situated in the New York/Great Lakes area?

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WL: No. I was in Oswego as plant engineer until ‘59, and then, I went back to Neenah,  Wisconsin, where we had the central engineering [department] and worked on projects in  Naheola, Alabama. … We had a paper mill expansion and new board machine down there, and  then, another expansion there, and so, I spent a lot of time in Alabama, but I didn’t want to move  my family down there. I had kids in high school. So, I would go down on a Monday and stay  two weekends and come back on a Friday, and then, stay a week, and then, do another three weeks [there] and I worked it that way and the family lived in Appleton, Wisconsin, where there  were good schools. … So, that was during the Martin Luther King times and everything.  [Editor’s Note: Mr. Llewellyn is referring to the Civil Right Movement.] … I took the position, I  told Southerners I knew that I didn’t agree with what they did, but I stayed out of it, other than  that. It was their state, not mine. … When I came South in ’41, of course, it was totally  segregated and the work crews out at the mill would always have a white foreman, even if  everybody else was black. Blacks just didn’t have a chance on anything. … Again, I stayed out  of it. When they asked me, I told them I disagreed with it, but I left it at that.  

SH: From Appleton, Wisconsin, where did your family move? 

WL: Oh, then, … that was ’59, we went … back to Appleton. … In ’57, American Can had  bought Marathon Corporation. Marathon Corporation … made the first frozen food packaging  for, what was the original frozen food people?  

SH: Birdseye? 

WL: Birdseye, yes, and they worked with Birdseye on their early packaging and they were bread  wrapper and food packaging [products], you know, solid bleach food board products, and then,  in around [the] early ‘50s, they bought Northern Paper Mills, and so, they got into Northern  Tissue and Towel and most of the machines I put in were for toilet tissue or were tissue  machines. So, I’ve made enough toilet paper to supply the world for a long time. … In ‘66, when American Can decided to reorganize and … centralized their engineering, … they had the  can operations, of course, they had Dixie, they’d bought Dixie about the time they bought us, and  then, they had our tissue and towel and food packaging, and they put all the engineering together  in Fairlawn, New Jersey. … The guy who was chief engineer in Neenah just didn’t like the  [idea], decided he didn’t want to go to Fairlawn, New Jersey, and get mixed up in this thing. So,  he left and went with Champion Corporation and they made me chief engineer for the pulp and  paper operations. So, I moved the remnants of what used to be an engineering department to  Fairlawn and rebuilt it there, because a lot of the guys quit. … They’d always lived in Wisconsin  and they weren’t about to move to North Jersey, and so, I was working in Fairlawn [in] ’66. … During that period, we built a new mill in Halsey, Oregon, which was for tissue and towel, and  that was the first mill in the country that didn’t smell. … We decided we wanted to do it if we  could, and then, the community, you know, Eugene, Oregon, it was just … thirty miles out of  Eugene, they were all far-out liberals and everything there, and environmentalists. So, we  actually collected all the stray smells and incinerated them in the lime kiln … So, the mill didn’t  smell. It was a clean mill that way and that started up in ‘69, and then, the head of pulp and  paper operations, a VP, a guy named John Bard, I never did like the bastard and he didn’t like me  either. So, I had to get out of paper mill engineering in American Can and I was made director 

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of environmental engineering in the environmental group for the whole corporation. … We  fooled around with such things as the "litter gulper," which was [to] pick up cans and litter along the highway, and some of the other problems. … I was working, then, in Greenwich, where  they’d moved out of 100 Park Avenue, like everybody else in New York was doing at that time, to a big office in Greenwich, Connecticut. So, I commuted. … When we moved back, we were  living in Upper Saddle River, and so, [I had] to go down to Fairlawn, and then, I commuted  across the Tappan Zee, about forty miles each way, for three or four years, when I was working  in Greenwich. … Then, Champion, my old boss, who had … left Neenah, went to Champion,  they had an opening for directing an expansion and they had a mill in Mogi Guacu, Brazil. …  You know, with Stella, she’d been born in Argentina, and so, I said, "Okay." I took a three-year  contract then to go down to Brazil. We lived in Campinas and worked in Mogi Guacu. … It was  my fault. I didn’t handle it, the language and everything else, and so, they were in the process of  replacing me when, and I know that, I have the guilt, that that was a factor, but, anyway, Stella  contracted polio down there and that was in December ’75, yes. … We’d been down there a  little over a year, a year-and-a-half, and she [was] paralyzed right up to her neck. She couldn’t  turn her head. All she had was her face and her mind. Otherwise, she was totally paralyzed and  it shouldn’t have happened. She shouldn’t have … caught it at that age and, if she caught it, it  should have killed her, and it didn’t quite do either, you know. … So, I had to bring her back to  New York and she was on Roosevelt Island, in Goldwater Hospital, … as a quadriplegic, from  about March of ‘76 until she died, in November of ’79. … So, I got jobs doing what I could  around there and I worked for Parsons and Whittemore, in the Pan Am Building, … as assistant  chief engineer for about a year-and-a-half, I guess, and then, they really moved all their  operations to Alabama and I had to stay. … I was living on 220 East 54th Street, and then, when  I finished work, … they put in the cable car over to Roosevelt Island, I’d go up … to ride the  cable car over and visit with Stella for two or three hours every [day], you know. God, I couldn’t  abandon her. If she were a vegetable, I could have walked away from it, but she was the same  gal I married, except she couldn’t move, you know, and that’s a rough deal. … Then, I had a job  with Rust Engineering. They opened up an international engineering office up in Greenwich and I tried commuting by train for about a week [laughter] and it was awful. 

SH: It was what you said you did not want to do, correct? 

WL: Yes, only other way, and then, you’re up there with no transportation. … I said, "I’m  either going to quit this job or," I bought a car, bought a little … ‘76 Celica, I guess, and that was  fun, you know. You’d leave about seven-thirty in the morning, driving out of the city, no traffic, and [come] back at night, not bad, … but you couldn’t park in front of the building where I was  until seven o’clock. So, I’d just work a little late and I’d drive in and I’d get there about seven  o’clock and park in front of the building and that worked out fine. … You couldn’t park there  Saturday … or Sunday, and so, … some time Friday night, … I had to get the car someplace  else. … I parked up by the heliport and all over the place, and then, I found out that the clubs  that close about four o’clock in the morning [had parking]. … I’d set the alarm and get up at four o’clock in the morning and take the car from in front of 220 East 54th Street over to about, oh, 52nd and Third; between First and Second Avenue, they had alternate side parking. … These guys would be leaving and I’d park my Celica there for the weekend and that worked fine, as long as I was there, and I did that for a couple of years. [laughter] You tell people you get up  at four o’clock in the morning to park your car, they’ll think your nuts. 

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SH: Stella and you had two sons. 

WL: Yes, we had two sons. 

SH: Can you tell me about them? Did they go to college? I was going to ask about the Vietnam  War, since your sons’ generation was involved. 

WL: … They were thirteen months apart, born in ‘46 and ‘47, and so, they weren’t in the war.  Peter, the older [one], graduated from the University of Wisconsin, … and the year, now, I’ve forgotten, and then, he went into the Peace Corps. That’s the way he avoided Vietnam. … I  think Peter was a little slow in getting out of college, so, John graduated about the same time, but  his girlfriend, who wanted to marry him as soon as possible, her father was Annapolis, Class of  ’42, I think, so, … he went into the nuclear sub program. … He graduated from Duke and went  … directly into that, and then, after his indoctrination as a naval officer, they got married that June, I think. … He graduated in the middle of the year. He started out as a physics major and  changed to mechanical engineering, after he found physics majors had to learn languages and  things, which he wasn’t any much better at than I was. … That was always my disappointment; I  never learned Portuguese well enough to think in it. … They say when you really know a  foreign language, you can think in it, and I know a little, but, as I say, my (secretary bilingual?) … got much better at her English, but I didn’t learn much Portuguese. [laughter] … So, that’s  the way they avoided Vietnam. … Peter, right now, he’s still living in Honduras and he’s kind  of messed up his life. He tried to start a fish farm and I don’t think that’s working very well. … Why would you want a fish farm in the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, you know? which is Honduras. His daughter, my granddaughter, stopped by this summer. She’s up living  with an aunt in Union City, New Jersey, and his son is fifteen. He came up a month or so ago.  He’s with Uncle … (Noël?) in, what’s the German name, oh, right near Union City? anyway, but  the whole family is up here. Peter’s still in Honduras, you know. All the Hondurans want to be  up here and he’s down there. … So, I don’t know how he’s going to come out. 

SH: Did your other son retire from the Navy? Did he stay in? 

WL: No, he didn’t stay in. His wife pulled him out after eight years, because, as she said, …  they have two daughters, … her mother and her grandmother raised her and she didn’t want to  raise their daughters with her mother while John was off at sea. So, he got a job with Union  Camp, here in Savannah, when he got out of the Navy, back in, a long time ago. … About five  or six years ago, I guess, Union Camp was sold to International Paper, I think. … He’s decided, along the way, that I wasn’t very nice to him, or to his wife, or I favored his brother or  something, so, he doesn’t talk to me. … So, that’s kind of sad, it’s silly, but, if that’s the way he  wants it; I talk to his wife once in a while. She has a business in Savannah here, Llewellyn and  Associates. She’s an enrolled agent for taxes and she’s a good accountant. She is a pain in the  ass in some other ways … and she convinced John that he’d been abused. … I don’t care.  [laughter] So, I think she over convinced him and, all of a sudden, he decides that his mother and  father favored his brother and he wasn’t treated fairly, and he kind of sulked, anyway, though. I  realized, in looking back at pictures, he was always sulking about something. … I’ve lost him. 

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So, that’s all right. As I say, I keep track of his daughters and by talking to his wife once in a  while and that’s the way it goes. [laughter] 

SH: You remarried. 

WL: … Stella died in November of ’79. … There was a guy, Bob (Gravis?), also living in 220  East 54th Street, who died of prostate cancer in April of ’79. … When you live alone in a …  "doorman" apartment house in New York, why, you have a favorite doorman you tell your troubles to, and Jack (Hogan?), when he was sober, was a great doorman, [laughter] good  Irishman, and, one day, he brought Connie Gravis, a few months after Stella died, over to me and  he said, "You two ought to know each other," [laughter] and we did. She’s been a wonderful  wife and we’ve had a lot of fun and she’s totally different from Stella and that’s the way I  wanted it. [laughter] … 

SH: How long have you lived on Hilton Head? 

WL: Too long. We didn’t expect it to be this long, but I did several things towards the end  there, after Stella died. … The last job, I was working … at Simons-Eastern, which was a US  affiliate of HA Simons, which I worked for for eight or ten months, out in Vancouver, British  Columbia. … Connie and I lived out there for a while, and then, we moved and I was working in  Atlanta and we were living together there, and then, we invited the nice couple we knew below  us if they’d like to come to our wedding and [they said], "Ah, you’re not married?" [laughter]  We said, "No. Second time around, it [living together] doesn’t seem that important," you know.  [laughter] So, then, when that job … ended; it was an expansion job at a paper mill in Augusta,  Georgia, … that I was involved with in the consulting engineers office, HA Simons, and that  ended in December. So, I was terminated in December of ‘82. So, we came down here in ‘83  and, you know, after a while, … I was sixty-three or four and, if you had a regular job and you  were into [your mid-sixties], you’d stretch it out as long as you could. I don’t think they should  let you, but you could, but, … after you sell yourself in another job, you say, "Oh, the hell [with  this], I don’t feel like selling myself anymore," and I had enough that I thought I [should retire].  I haven’t handled … some of it too well. I lost a little money a couple of times, but there’s still  enough. So, we’ve stayed here since ‘83. 

SH: Do you have a passion now, anything that you are active in?  

WL: It’s been golf, basically, and my springer spaniel. I’ve got a passion for a springer. … In  the last few months, she’s eleven years old and she got all crippled up with arthritis and we can’t  take our walks every night. I take her out for a walk and she sits on the pad and I get out there  and I say, "Come on, Molly," and she sits there and just looks at me, doesn’t move. So, I say, "Okay," and I go back and we do something else, but its [primarily] golf, and I’ve enjoyed doing  things around the house, in the yard. … 

SH: How do you think World War II shaped the man you are today? 

WL: I don’t know. …

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I mean, I was in Charleston, I was working at Westvaco, I was beginning to go with a Betty  Techlenberg, a very nice young lady that worked for the personnel manager at the mill, … the  personnel manager later became the manager, and I probably would have married and stayed in  the Charleston area. … I didn’t tell you how I met Stella, did I? Oh, yes, (Freeman Hyman?) and so on, yes, and that was the first time I’d really fallen madly in love. So, I sent Betty the  letter that said, … "Something happened and I won’t be seeing you like I thought I might," and  so, that got me to Wisconsin. It certainly changed where I lived. I had been in the paper  industry enough before the war that I liked it and it was a nice industry. It’s not quite as nice [now]. Nothing’s quite as nice anymore. Of course, they say people in their eighties don’t like  anything and I’m no exception. I think the world’s going to hell. … I went in as an engineering  officer and it was a wonderful adventure, but, other than that, I don’t think it changed me too  much. … There weren’t any … life changing revelations or anything that came about. … Then, I wasn’t involved in the type of action … where I’d maybe live, maybe die. … 

SH: Did you use any of your GI Bill benefits? 

WL: Oh, just once, in living in Oswego, and I think I mentioned that, I think it’s ’53, I bought a  National home, which was a prefab house, one of the first ones. … I got a GI loan for thirteen  thousand dollars to help buy the thing, but that’s the only [time]. I wasn’t any place where I  could use education benefits or anything. All these guys that lived in the city [could] and I was  always; you know, paper mill towns are great. I loved them, a nice place to [live]. … 

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Where was I? 

SH: You were talking about the mill towns. 

WL: … I mean, they were great places to raise families and I ate lunch at home, really, until the  kids were … out of high school. … There was no place else to eat. I just came home. It was the  easiest thing to do. So, it was a nice life, but there weren’t any schools or things. When I got to  

New Jersey, I’d hire some of these guys to work in the engineering department and they’d have  about five degrees, but, you know, it was [due to] boredom and that was their recreation, you  know. It didn’t mean they were any better at what they did. [laughter] … That’s about it. 

SH: Unless there is anything else that you want to add to the tape, I thank you again for coming. WL: I guess we covered most of it. 

SH: I look forward to seeing your letters and documents. 

WL: Yes. … You might as well have these things someday, so, I’ll kind of aim in that direction.  You want some pictures [to go] along with them?

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SH: Of course. Thank you again. 

WL: [laughter] Okay. … 

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Reviewed by Brett Gorman 2/12/06 

Reviewed by Shaun Illingworth 3/2/06 

Reviewed by William Llewellyn 11/20/12

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