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This section might be a little long as I am going to try to give you some of the highlights you would have learned if your father had ever changed his opinion.
Time line
Everything you see here can be confirmed with a little research. Just the facts and you can make up your own conclusions. Just a thought. Your cousin Taylor has unofficially been nominated to the position of family historian. She has all the information from my Ancestor.com account and has a lot of additional information. She also has copies of some of the books I wrote. They are all out of print, but much of the information is still valid.
If you look at the Great Grandfather section, you will get an idea why I included this section. Your Great Grandfather wrote his memories on scraps of paper shortly before he passed away.
Born in Kansas City, MO January 13, 1947
Immediately moved to Phoenix, AZ where I went to Papago Elementary School through the 2nd grade. Don’t remember much but did ride my bike to Phoenix last year and took a couple of pictures. I posted them here in the Photo Memories section.
I remember getting one of the first TVs on the block. It had 2 channels which started broadcasting at 4:30PM in the afternoon and signed off at 9:00PM. I also remember when mom put it in the attic because we were spending too much time watching it. Exciting times.
Moved to Arlington, VA
Don’t remember much, but I do remember that it was a very old farm house. 2 stories with a basement you had to go outside to get in it. Right after we moved in, Mom, Jacque and I went to Boston for a few days while dad replaced all the floors in the house. They were pretty bad. In the back of the house, we put in a nice concrete patio that stretched around two big oak trees. He also put a long patio walkway behind the house connecting the patio. On the side of the house there was a long field. My father used to teach us how to shoot a bow and arrow. Got pretty good too. We use a long bow. In reality, I never had an opportunity to shoot a compound bow.
Back in the 1980’s, I had a business trip to DC and had the evening all to myself. I drove the rental car to the house and nobody was home. As I was about to leave, the guy across the street asked if he could help me. I told him that I used to live there, and my name was Cliff Philip. He said “no you’re not. Cliff Philip is a lot older”. Seems he lived there when we did and remembers us. After we had a glass of wine, the people came home. I knocked on the door and the man answered. His wife was asking him if he wanted her to call the cops. Then she said that If I had lived there, I would know the names etched in the porch concrete. I told her “Cliff, Fran, Jacque and Flip”. They let me in because only someone who lived there would know those names. We had a great tour of the house and I explained a few things like some of the old wallpaper inside the cupboards and a little trap door in the wall in the kitchen. I asked and they told me they paid $210,000 for the house and it was the cheapest in the neighborhood. I remember my father telling me he made a killing on the house when he paid $10,000 for it and sold it for $12,000. Times have changed.
Looking at the google maps, it shows that a brand new modern looking house had been built in the old property. Looks funny. I just looked at Zillow and saw the "new" house at that address recently sold for $1.5m. Talk about wishing we still lived there.
We went to the Northern Baptist church. Loved that church and until we moved to New Jersey and started to attend a Methodist Church, I was inclined to become a Pastor. I guess things have changed over the years.
I had my first job as a Newspaper Boy for the Northern Virginia Sun for the neighborhood. Trust me when I say that a paper route on a bicycle in the Virginia winters is a little chilly.
The street we lived on had a little slope on one direction. We were terrors in the winter time when we rode our sleighs down the hill.
Down the street and around the corner, I would play with Jimmy Deans’ children. This was when he had his TV show and was just getting started with the sausage. You would probably recognize the name of the breakfast sausage you enjoy.
One of the best things I can remember about Arlington was the field trips we took to Washington, DC, The Capital and all the historic sites around the area. What a great place to learn about our Nations history.
In the 5th grade, we moved to Ramsey, NJ
When dad was transferred for his work, we moved to the Ramsey Golf and Country Club area of Ramsey, NJ. We built the house and dad finished the basement himself. We even had a fireplace and a ping pong table in the basement. Dad had a personal remote to the black and white TV. He would hit me on the back of the head and tell me which channel to turn the TV to. Of course, there were only 4 channels.
While we were living in Ramsey, they built a Drive-in Theater directly behind our house. We used to jump the fence and turn up the volume on the speakers near the fence and watch the movies while standing on chairs and boxes looking over the fence. The theater has long since been turned into a business park.
I graduated from Ramsey High School in 1965 after receiving a Varsity Letter in Basketball, Golf and Soccer. Wish I had spent that much time studying…. After my high school graduation ceremony, my car was packed and I immediately drove to York Harbor, Maine where I worked for the summer. It was an interesting job. I first started working at the Marshall House in York Harbor during the summer of 1964.
My sister was working there as a waitress and they needed a “Elevator Operator” for the summer. Not a bad job, but it did have a lot of ups and downs. The Marshall House was a resort hotel only open during the summer vacation season for some very rich people. The pay was great. We got $3.00 a day plus room and meals. Yes, I did say three dollars a day. The good part was that my worst day in tips was about $50 and my best day was over $150. Average that over the summer and it was very profitable. Just imagine the tips I would have received if I were a Bell Hop.
While I was working in Maine, my parents moved to Rocky River, OH. (Just outside Cleveland). I had to call my father in his office so I could know where to meet him in New Jersey so we could drive to Ohio together and he could show me where “we” had moved. Of course this was temporary as I was about to go to college. After the summer, I went to college at Lincoln College in Lincoln, Illinois.
This is where I met your grandmother. Actually, on the first day of school when we toured the college, we were in the library and my father was talking with this girl behind the counter helping people. He introduced us and WHO KNEW WE WOULD EVENTUALLY GET MARRIED?
Since it was a junior college, we did not have “majors” but I did take mostly Journalism and Math classes. In my second year, I was the Editor-in-Chief of the Lincolnian (student newspaper). I guess this is where I began my writing career. I’ll cover that a little later. When we moved to AZ, I threw away most of the books I wrote, but recently found a couple of them and will make sure you get copies. Even though they are out of print and you will probably throw them away, I want you to have that option.
I joined the theater group and played in several productions. In 1967, I was inducted into Delta Psi Omega (National Honors Drama Fraternity). I guess this is where Ava gets her talent.
Believe it or not, I had my FIRST PIZZA in Lincoln. A place called la Fornos and damn it was good. 18 years old and never had a slice of pizza.
After graduating from the Jr. College, I was drafted into the Army for Viet Nam. I did not want to go to Viet Nam so I enlisted in the Navy and it took 8 days before I reported to bootcamp. After bootcamp, I had several schools. These were not taken at the same time, but mostly covers my training in the Navy.
When I enlisted into the Navy, I made sure the Recruiter notated the contract to include a guarantee of Naval Aviation. Interesting part is that my records never reflected that i was color blind and that precluded my being an Aviation Electronics Mate. Fortunately, you didn't have to have color vision to be a meteorologist even though most of what we did was associated with color on a map. Go figure!
After Aerographer’s Mate school, I was transferred to the USS Northampton (CC-1) where I assigned to the Weather Office (ON Division).
The USS Northampton was an interesting assignment. It was the Presidential Cruiser and we (along with our sister ship, the USS Wright (CC-2) took 10-day alternate duty cruises and stayed as close to the President of The United States. President Nixon was the only one on-board and his briefing room was on the other side of the bulkhead for my office. I posted a picture of the Northampton with an arrow pointing to my office. The 5” gun was 8 feet from our back doors and yes, it was damn loud when it was fired. We had a lot of very dull missions but I must say that some of them got very intense and dangerous.
I was the division’s DCPO (Damage Control Petty Officer) and remember a fire on another ship tied up to the same pier in Norfolk. We got called out to help put it out.
Shortly after being promoted to E5 (2nd Class Petty Officer), your grandmother and I got married. We waited until I was promoted to PO2 because as a PO2, I would be making $256 per MONTH and as an E5, my “wife” would receive another $105 per month. We were rich! Two months later, we were transferred to Lakehurst, NJ again for the ASWEPS and Forecasting schools. ASWEPS stands for Anti-Submarine Warfare Environmental Prediction Service. Simply put, it was my job to determine the underwater sound propagation for SONAR and other tracking systems. We found a lot of "non-American" submarines in the Caribbean. That was the interesting part of my job but couldn't talk about it. Go figure.
After school, I reported to Roosevelt Roads Naval Air Station, Roosevelt Roads, Puerto Rico. We lived in base housing. Both Melinda and Skip were born in Puerto Rico while we lived in this house. Roosevelt Roads was an interesting place. Since my father lived in St Thomas, VI, we were able to go over there for weekends on Navy aircraft when they flew on Mondays and Fridays. I was a member of Met-team-B and did a lot of work with the P-2 squadrons in the area. I flew a lot with the hurricane hunters when they were there and swam with the sharks during shark season.
Realizing that I would not be eligible for promotion for several years because of Time in Rank restrictions, number of people taking the First Class exam, I applied and was accepted for a new Rate called Legalman. While I was waiting for a new assignment, I was injured officiating a basketball game on base. I was medivacked to the Naval Hospital, Great Lakes, Illinois where I underwent back surgery and rehabilitation.
After the Navy, I took a job as the Assistant Supervisor Trust Legal Service at the First National Bank of Chicago. That was probably the most boring job I have ever had. As such, I looked for another job and fell for a “get rich quick scam”. Ended up being a tough lesson to learn.
The “scam”, did, however, send me to seminars and helped me pass the test for certification by the Chicago Board of Trade. As a “Broker” my only job was to make random telephone calls to sell the firm’s services and products. I couldn’t wait to get away from that. This is one of the reasons why I don’t like telephone scam calls. Meanwhile, as a Broker, I taught a class for Risk Management for two semesters at Palatine Junior College.
We moved around a little in the Chicago area and then to Bloomington/Normal, Illinois where I took a job with RCA Service Company. After a little over a year, the local manager informed me that I was number 1 salesman in the region. He then mentioned that the sales of Telephonic Interconnect was transitioning to a “Hub” City approach and that the product was no longer going to be sold from the local offices. As it turned out, the top 5 salesmen could keep their jobs and move to one of the hub cities such as Chicago or St. Louis. We were also allowed to seek out and find lateral positions throughout the RCA umbrella. It took me 3 days before I managed to get an interview with RCA Government Communications Systems Division in Camden, NJ. After the interview and when I got home, I received a call making an offer to join their marketing team. Even though I did not have a 4-year college degree, I was told that all of the Navy’s training I had had helped me get the position. We moved to Washington Township, NJ and I worked in Camden, NJ.
My job at RCA was to market high technology to the US Defense Department. I traveled to Washington, DC constantly and probably visited most of the Defense facilities around the country discussing classified concepts and programs. Things were going well until Eaton Corporation purchased the Defense division from RCA and merged the two marketing departments. As the most junior member of the department, I was first to be let go but was joined by several others. It took me 3 days to accept a job offer from Cubic Defense Systems in San Diego. California here we come.
One of my Washington DC contacts was Senator Ted Kennedy. Most of the time we met at the Ambassadors Club at the Washington International Airport or some other bar/restaurant. He loved his drinks. Two interesting little stories:
1. One day I was early for our meeting at the Ambassadors Club and was having a drink at the bar. I struck up a conversation with the lady sitting next to me when Ted Kennedy came in and sat down to my left. The lady, who had a paperback book, ripped a page from the book and asked me if I could have him sign (autograph) it for her. He did. Then she asked me for my autograph saying that if I knew Ted Kennedy I must be important too. Little did she know.
2. During another conversation with Ted, I was asking for information on other members of Congress and the Senate. When we got to the name "Joe Biden", he told me to stay as far away from him as possible as he was the most EVIL man he had ever met. Looking back I tend to agree.
Cubic was a surprisingly good company to work for and I enjoyed my job. That is until I was asked to approve an expenditure for $400,000 to a foreign country as a US Government research project. The day after I asked questions and brought the issue to the legal department, I was fired and escorted out of the building. Needless to say, I stopped by the NIS office at the Miramar Naval Station on my way home. To make a long story short, two top executives ending up making deals and received 15-year prison terms. However, as a whistle blower, I could not find a job in the industry so I had to make some big decisions.
After I was shot at twice (bullet holes on the side of the trunk and the FBI took the bullets) while driving down Rt-15, I was offered Witness Protection but decided to stay and fight. Your dad spent some time with a friend named Joe Jones and his family. Aunt Melinda went to stay with one of her friends and Grammy and Uncle Sean went to stay with a friend of Grammys. I moved around and lived in my car for about a month. Then I was able to rent a room for a month or so before everyone moved back together after the threat was gone.
In and around San Diego, I did a lot of computer consulting and wrote a few computer related books (many under my own name and several as a ghost writer for other authors). Your dad probably threw any copy he had away. None of them were very popular anyway. It may surprise a lot of people, but I also helped a Missionary Pastor and his wife publish 8 books. I did all the editing, formatting, and graphics for two of them. I do have a couple copies of some of the books and will make sure you received a copy of them after I die. Some friends have agreed to deliver them because I believe your parents would destroy them if they received them first. Graham and his wife were the parents of Steve Truscott, Sean’s instructor at Family Karate. I did a lot of Database Management for various companies around the San Diego and Los Angeles areas. All my programming background was in VBA using Microsoft products as the main platforms.
After 9/11, I took a job with SCE in Security at SONGS (San Onofre Nuclear Generating Station) and am somewhat saddened to hear and see that it has been torn down. I had transferred to Operations and retired in December of 2012 just days before I had cancer surgery. Everything turned out just fine. After your Grammy retired in 2014, we moved to Green Valley, Arizona. At this point, we are still living there.
Some more interesting things:
I assume that your father hasn’t told you much about many of these things, but I thought you just might be interested.
While in Puerto Rico, I trained and became a Certified Basketball Official. Mostly I worked intermural and high school games. After I was injured and was released by the doctors, I again officiated Basketball games around Chicago and Bloomington, Illinois. One of the college games I officiated was attended by President Elect Reagan. When one of the Secret Service Agents told me that he (President Elect Reagan) was attending the game and showed me his gun while asking “who is going to win?”. I told him the winner will have the most points.
Motorcycles
You may have also heard, but I was very active in the motorcycle community in Southern California. Some of those activities include:
Author
When I said I was proud of your father and how successful he has been in the computer industry I actually mean it. When I say he surpassed me a long time ago I mean it. I wrote 10 computer related books on VBA, MS Access, MS Excel, MS Word and Quattro. Some of them were written as ghost writers for other authors.
In addition, I helped 2 Missionaries edit and publish 8 Religious teaching books. Actually, 2 of them were their personal biographies. Two, in particular, I not only edited and formatted all the text, I generated all of the graphics in the books and took the cover photos. The cover of one of them (Here Comes The Bride - Part I) was taken of the hands of 2 of our Karate students. They wore their white uniforms and we put a sheet under their arms. Pretty cool picture.
I recently learned from a friend I used to work with that your parents installed a pool in the back yard. Outstanding. I will pray that you guys use it safely and have a great time. Did your father tell you he was on the High School Swim Team? He is a good swimmer.
Let me tell you about “my uncle Fred….” Not really an uncle as much as an adult cousin that we called “uncle”. We visited him and our cousins on our way to Florida to see my grandmother. Uncle Fred was on my mother’s side of the family. The only time I met him was when we took a car ride/vacation to my grandmother’s house in Florida. We stopped to spend a few days in Alabama and visited Uncle Fred. I must have been 8 or something.
I didn’t play golf, so I got to ride in the cart. Uncle Fred gave me a quarter and told me to get something to drink from one of the machines. There were several choices, but I had never had a Mountain Dew so thought I would try it. When uncle Fred saw it, he grabbed it and threw it away saying that only N_(slur word) drink that around here. After the round of golf, we went back to Uncle Fred’s and after dinner dad piled us into the car and we left. Never saw him or any of his family again.
We spent a few days with grandmother and went home. That was the last time I remember seeing or talking with grandmother. Dad did not want us raised in that racist environment. I remember sneaking around and listening to mom talk with her mother (grandmother) when dad was out of town on business. Phone was in the kitchen and mom would take the long cord into the dining room to be quiet. She would sneak calls but we weren’t able to even talk about Uncle Fred or the kids. Could never talk about grandmother either.
I have always thought it was my fault because I could have made another choice and we would still have family members to know and love. To this day I don’t drink Mountain Dew. As a mature adult I logically understand it was not my fault. But it happened because I chose the Mountain Dew rather than the Pepsi.
For the rest of the story, my parents, uncles, aunts, parents friends….everybody lied to me “We don’t discuss your uncle”. “We don’t talk about that”. “That’s nothing you need to be concerned about”. I could continue but I think you get the picture. Sounds to me like what you are being told about me. I guess history does repeat itself. I have been plagued by the fact I chose the wrong drink from the machine. Imagine how many more family members we might be able to find.
Sound familiar? Sounds like something you are hearing about me. I have never appreciated it when "Parents use their children to punish the grandparents for something".
At least someone loves me.
Hyprocrisy
Another thing that bothers me is the hypocrisy your parents are showing. I have learned that your father and mother have become active in the church. They talk about forgiveness and loving their neighbors. I just think it is hypocritical that your father will not even talk with me about how I might have changed. But, then again, that is his priority.
Things change over the years. I understand that. Take the Lord’s Prayer for example. The following is the way I learned it.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.
I understand that your parents have been making sure you (and they) have been attending church and Sunday school. I’m glad. I didn’t give that to my children. Look at the Prayer again and think about the words “forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us…”
Interesting words. Your grandmother (father’s mother) has already (many times) forgiven your father. He certainly hasn’t reached out to forgive her. But then again, her only sin is being married to me.
I, on the other hand, am working on it. I guess only time will tell and I really hope that I will be able to forgive your father for the way he treated his mother.
Appears that your parents are punishing me and your grandmother for things we may or may not have done in our younger years. The sad part is that they are punishing you 3 children to do it. You may want to ask your parents about it, but the last thing your father said to your Grandmother was "As long as you are married to dad, you will never see my children!" Your father didn't have the courage to say it personally, he sent it to her in an email. THAT says a lot.
Moon as seen from our front porch