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Chapter lX Honeymoon to Pots and Pans
JOHNSTON and Palmyra and the little Kingdom of Kane-ohe
were hardly more then a honeymoon for the young PNAB. But
in the spring of 1940 the outfit had come home to the full
responsibilities of housekeeping.
There was something simple and direct about meeting nature
as the water’s edge – limping around with coral sores and
going without letters and women and beer. There was nothing
simple about the work at the main nerve center – the endless
snarls to undo, the constant need for diplomacy, the intricate
fabric of scheduling goods and services costing millions of the
people’s money.
For Ferris an associated, the honeymoon of starry-eyed
pioneering was over.
“I soon realized,” Cliff Wilson wrote him, “that the reductions
made by congress in the appropriations as originally
requested, with no comparable decrease in the scope of the
work required, would necessitate endless care on your part ….
“
Web Masters Note:
Continued in a book located somewhere in our lovely world.
The name I believe, “Johnston Atoll” and the stories of that
by-gone era. The author is unknown there for proper credit
cannot be given at this time. Perhaps a reader of this story
can shed light as to the name of the book and the author?
Likely written sometime after 1940. I hope you enjoyed
walking down memory lane with me in this saga of yesteryear,
the written journal of America’s workingman.
JOHNSTON and Palmyra and the little Kingdom of Kane-ohe
were hardly more then a honeymoon for the young PNAB. But
in the spring of 1940 the outfit had come home to the full
responsibilities of housekeeping.
There was something simple and direct about meeting nature
as the water’s edge – limping around with coral sores and
going without letters and women and beer. There was nothing
simple about the work at the main nerve center – the endless
snarls to undo, the constant need for diplomacy, the intricate
fabric of scheduling goods and services costing millions of the
people’s money.
For Ferris an associated, the honeymoon of starry-eyed
pioneering was over.
“I soon realized,” Cliff Wilson wrote him, “that the reductions
made by congress in the appropriations as originally
requested, with no comparable decrease in the scope of the
work required, would necessitate endless care on your part ….
“
Web Masters Note:
Continued in a book located somewhere in our lovely world.
The name I believe, “Johnston Atoll” and the stories of that
by-gone era. The author is unknown there for proper credit
cannot be given at this time. Perhaps a reader of this story
can shed light as to the name of the book and the author?
Likely written sometime after 1940. I hope you enjoyed
walking down memory lane with me in this saga of yesteryear,
the written journal of America’s workingman.
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