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Howard Herron Memoir - University of Illinois Springfield

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<strong>Howard</strong> <strong>Herron</strong> 4 3<br />

into the government for this Black Lung. The widow women, a lot <strong>of</strong> widow<br />

women was left, their husbands died from it, they get-- lot <strong>of</strong> women<br />

right here in Auburn--they get Black Lung from their husband. Now after<br />

they awarded me the Black Lung, I got a letter from them if I would prove<br />

up that I was married, that I would add so much too for my wife. And so<br />

I did and they well, after she passed away I had to tell them and they<br />

took <strong>of</strong>f what they was giving for her. It was a wonderful thing. Black<br />

Lung.<br />

Q: Are you taking medicine for that?<br />

A: I take Quinidine. I take one pill every morning.<br />

Q: Do you have any trouble catching your breath?<br />

A: No, I had a heart attack. I had a heart attack in 1949 and I was in<br />

the hospital in Milwaukee. I was on my way to Canada and it hit me there<br />

and I was in the hospital three months and for two months I couldn't get<br />

out <strong>of</strong> bed. I got over it I guess and I am still taking medicine.<br />

Q: I understand that during World War T there was a terrible flu<br />

epidemic, do you remember anything about that?<br />

A: Yes, <strong>of</strong> course I was in the navy then and I was appointed police <strong>of</strong><br />

the ship and you worked four hours on and about eight hours <strong>of</strong>f. And<br />

then you'd go back four and on the ship where the heat comes from the<br />

boiler room up there, they would pile up there, the men would and cold<br />

and sick and everything else. And they had their pea coats on, that was<br />

a heavy blue coat, and the captain would say, "Get them <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> there, get<br />

them <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> that thing." You would get them <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> it and you'd go away<br />

and come back and they would be piled up there again just like they were<br />

before, and you had to do it again, and you hated to do it but. . . .<br />

Q: They were trying to keep warm?<br />

A: Yes, but the captain wanted them <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> there, and if they did have<br />

the flu they would give it to the other guy. I remember our Chief Mate,<br />

Red Griep was his name, we pulled into New York and we had to take him<br />

over to the side in a stretcher and put him in a boat and take him to a<br />

hospital. And he looked up and smiled and he said, "Look out now, don't<br />

you drop me." If we would have dropped him we would have dropped him in<br />

the water <strong>of</strong> course, but we took him and he did die that night. But I<br />

was very fortunate, I went through it all and I never got sick. When I<br />

was at Great Lakes I had a job <strong>of</strong> taking eight men, firing squad were<br />

called there, pallbearers, and there was more than eight men, there was a<br />

firing squad. I'd take an eight men, firing squad and pallbearers and<br />

color guards and they would meet us at the Great Lakes Training Station.<br />

This was my first job in the navy. They would take us to some funeral<br />

home and we had some sailors died and we would conduct a funeral there<br />

and then. They would take us in taxicabs to the next funeral. We'd make<br />

four funerals a day. That was my job for a while. I was glad to get rid<br />

<strong>of</strong> that job. They had an awful nice meal for us at the place where we<br />

would go. I saw them lined up at Great Lakes, they died like flies.<br />

They didn' t have boxes to send them in. They would just cart them up.

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