U.S. COAST GUARD PBY-5A 48314
"Forever Amber"
The Rescue of Jack Beauchamp Mutton, August 19, 1947
100 Miles South East of Goose Bay, Labrador
By Lieutenant Colonel Ted Allan Morris, United States Air Force (Retired)
Copyright 2008
The U.S. Coast Guard has always had numerous responsibilities. Following WWII, missions assigned to the Air Detachment in the very bleak and cold area of Newfoundland, Labrador, and Greenland consisted of the following: Aerial resupply of Long Range Navigation (LORAN) stations; Air surveillance of Ice Bergs for the International Ice Patrol; and the preservation of lives and property through Search and Rescue.In August 1947 a very successful search and rescue mission took place. Mister Jack Mutton of Pickering, Ontario, flying a float mounted Fox Moth aircraft wile doing survey work in an area 100 miles south of Goose Bay, Labrador, crashed while landing on a small lake. The aircraft floats struck a submerged snag flipping the aircraft over and sinking it except for the tail section.
Nine days later, on the 19th of August, after much fruitless searching, the Coast Guard was asked to aid in the search. Eight hours into our search a flashing signal was seen near the edge of a small lake. As we circled the lake wagging the wings and making repeated low passes to check out the lake for landing our PBY-5A Amphibian, Mr. Mutton never stopped flashing his signal. He had retrieved a piece of enging cowling and spent hours polishing it with a wool sock. He was not taking our low passes for granted and kept signaling until we landed. Crew members rowed a life raft ashore, picked him up and returned him to our aircraft. He had had only wild berries to eat the previous nine days, and readily accepted a can of peaches.
Mister Mutton was then flown into the Air Base at Goose Bay and gave us all his greatful thanks and “hearty well done.”
In February 2008, 60 years and 6 months after the rescue of Mr. Mutton, I received the following letter and copy of the diary he kept during his days alone, hoping and waiting for rescue.
Memories don’t get much better than this.
From: Barbara Arenal [mailto:ptwolf@peoplepc.com]
Sent: Sunday, February 24, 2008 11:14 PM
To: tmorris@zianet.com
Subject: A VERY Belated Thank You!Dear Mr. Morris –
This message may come as small shock to you. My recent discovery has come as a LARGE shock to me. I write to you with tears in my eyes, and a lump in my throat. I recently acquired my first home computer, and I had felt like a kid in a candy shop. I have been playing around and searching things on the Internet (something I was never able to do before this) and having fun. This evening I, on a whim, decided to Google my fathers name. He passed away in 1988, from complications of Parkinson's disease. He was my forever hero, the person I loved MOST in this world, and I still miss him so terribly.
I really never, in my wildest dreams, imagined that anything would come up in regards to my Dad. But low and behold, there on the screen, staring back at me was a website that contained his name, and more importantly...referenced Him, and very pivitol event in his life!
You see, Mr. Morris, my father was Jack Mutton, the Fox Moth pilot rescued by the crew of your airboat! And seeing his name, reading your webpage story, and seeing the picture of him (though hardly recognizable) in the boat with the crew after being picked up, brought a huge flood of emotion to me. This was MY father, his story, his rescue picture, on a website for the world to read about! I am so touched, and so very (pleasantly) surprised by this discovery!
As you may or may not know, my father was in the RCAF until the war in Europe broke out, he then traveled to England and joined the RAF. He flew many missions, and many different kinds of planes; Sunderlands, Halifax's, Dehavillands to name just a few. He was awarded many medals, and the most revered of all, the Distinguished Flying Cross, during his years in the RAF. After the war, he returned to Canada and after his military career, went to work flying photo survey in Goose Bay, Labrador. It was during this time, that his aircraft was damaged and sank and he was missing in the wilderness for 10 days. My brother was a year old, my mother was 8 mo's pregnant with my sister. Had my father not been rescued, Mr. Morris, I would not even be here today, to tell you how much this has meant to me to "stumble across" your website and see this never-before-seen-by-me photo of my fathers rescue.
One amazing piece of irony of this whole "discovery" is that just last month, after having my fathers personal effects packed away for many long years, I went through them, and found his hand written diary from his challenging 10 day ordeal. I had not read this diary, in probably 30 years. I had some time on my hands, and decided that it might be a nice legacy and keepsake for his two Grandsons, to transcribe his diary/account of this ordeal, so that they could read about their Grandfather and know what a brave man he truly was. And, because, after 60 years, the writing was beginning to fade and the newspaper articles were starting to break up from age. So, in January, I began my project, to create a written memorial of my fathers experience, to honour him and pass down to future generations. I sent a copy to each of his grandsons (my sisters son, and brothers son) and kept one for myself. They were thrilled to receive this "booklet" about him, as were their parents. It was a very moving, and personal thing for me, and I learned even more, while doing this, what a wonderfully strong and honourable man my father was. But, I never thought that ANYone else in the world would ever know about his ordeal, but we 3 siblings and our children. So, you can imagine my shock, to read about it now, and know that others throughout the world who visit your website, will hear of Jack Mutton, his close encounter with mortality, and the Wonderfully courageous and diligent men of the US Coast Guard, who brought him back to his family!
How can I ever say Thank You, enough, to you and the other crewmen, for being a part of that (for us) momentous experience? Had you not flown that route, looked his way, caught sight of his shiny metal saviour, my mothers life would have been so much different, my brother and sister would have never known their father, and I would not exist. You were truly Angels (with silver wings), presumably guided by the hand of God. But Most Assuredly, Tremendous Heroes in the eyes of Jack Muttons family and friends.
I also, never, in the deepest recesses of my imagination, thought that I would ever get the chance to extend my words of deep gratitude to those men! Never! I sadly assume, that not all the crewmembers are still living, but for those of you who are still gracing this earth, God Bless you profoundly, one and all, for your hand and efforts in rescuing my father. I am absolutely thrilled to be able to write to you, you have no idea how profound this is to my heart! I hope your children, and grandchildren realize what an amazing job you performed in ALL of your rescues, especially the Sabena Airliner crash (I also read your account of that tragedy, how terribly sad!) I feel that I have been truly blessed to have discovered your site, and it is with my Sincerest Gratitude and Respect that I say, THANK YOU, Mr. Morris, for finding my father over 60 years ago, and giving me a life with this wonderful man! You hold a special place in my heart!Respectfully yours,
Barbara J. Arenal (I live in the US now)
From: elizabeth appel [mailto:izacambria@thegrid.net]
Sent: Thursday, February 28, 2008 9:11 PM
To: tmorris@zianet.com
Subject: RESCUE OF JACK MUTTONDear Mr. Morris: I am writing to you in regard to your website and the description of the rescue of Jack Mutton in August 1947. I am his daughter, Elizabeth, whom Jack's wife Rose was carrying when his plane went down. I was born a month later, to join my year old brother. Six years later our sister was born. She discovered your site and with great excitement, sent me the information. I must express my great gratitude and thanks to you and the crew of Forever Amber, after all these years, for your heroic efforts and success in finding my father and bringing him to safety. What an amazing discovery in 2008 to find this information and to fill in some blanks in my knowledge of his experience. Thank you for posting this ... it is an impressive portfolio of good deeds and courage! I hope this finds you well and in good spirits. I live in California and just recently shared a copy of my father's journal while he was "lost" with my children. This discovery is amazingly timely. I especially appreciated your photos. Are you living in Canada or the USA? If you care to drop a line I would be thrilled. I will be leaving for Africa (love of travel inspired by my Dad) 3/11 and returning 3/26. Very best regards to you and my heartfelt thanks for so much!! Elizabeth Appel
izacambria@thegrid.net
21 March 2008
Mr. Morris,
Here is a copy of Father’s diary and a few copies of photos. I hope they bring back good memories of days gone by and some smiles. Father would have been embarrassed by the fuss, but I am PROUD! Please keep in touch.
Regards,
Barbara Arenal
Editor's Note: In addition to the information provided by his daughters above, it should be noted that Flight Sergeant Jack Mutton worked his way across the Atlantic on a Cattle Boat from Canada to England, where he enlisted in the R.A.F. in 1936. By 1938 he was a flight engineer on Sunderland Flying Boats, and in 1939 was posted to Ceylon flying convoy and anti-submarine patrols. In June, 1940 he went to Egypt and Malta, from whence his crew evacuated Anthony Eden from Greece, and King Peter and the royal family of Yugoslavia to safety when the Germans invaded those countries. In the spring of 1941, he was assigned to the North African Desert, where he was a fitter on Bristol Beaufighters. In mid-1941 he went to Rodesia for pilot training, and returned to England where he flew Wellingtons for Coastal Command, and then Halifaxes flying meterorological observation ("met flight"), conducting operations over France, Belgium, Holland, and Norway. He transfered to the R.C.A.F. in 1944, and towed gliders over Normandy, Arnhem, and at the Rhine Crossing action.
After the war, he returned to his native Canada, and on August 8, 1947, Jack worked for Photographic Survey Company. On that date, he took off from Toronto Island Airport on a photographic mission to Goose Bay, Labrador in a De Havilland Fox Moth on floats. He stopped at Rapide Lake, north of the Severn Islands (off the north shore of the St. Lawrence River near Clarke City) and on August 10, departed for Goose Bay. He was reported overdue and missing on August 11th, and the planes of No. 10 Group, R.C.A.F. at Halifax were detailed to search the area between Rapide Lake and Goose Bay, which consisted of thousands of little lakes and islands.
On August 19th, the US Coast Guard detachment at Argentia Newfoundland was asked to help with the search. The crew of Forever Amber was dispatched to fly to Goose, and en route to join the search, they flew a zig zag course about 100 miles wide, and found Jack about 100 miles SSE of Goose.
The Personal Diary of
JACK BEAUCHAMP MUTTON
August 12 - 19, 1947(Written After Float Plane Crash on Uncharted Lake in Canadian Wilderness: August 1947. Transcribed verbatim by daughter Barbara Arenal, from original handwritten entries on the back of air survey photos.)
August 12th.A good day, I got all my clothes dried, having slept in wet clothes and a wet sleeping bag last night. I have no fishing gear as it is in the submerged cabin.
I found a few berries but not enough to help.
I am hoping a search has started today. They should have some clue where I am as I told Rapide Lake I would fly until dark and then set down.
I flew 4 hours and was starboard of track as I was closing Goose Beam when I set down. I do not know my distance from Goose but I think it about 100 miles SSE.August 13th.
I feel a bit shaky and weaker. If I had brought emergency rations I could have hung on a long time. But they wanted me to bring so much equipment that I left them behind to save weight.
Went out the aircraft with the float I had removed for ferrying equipment ashore. I managed to retrieve some items but the important fishing gear eluded my efforts. I had just returned to shore when I heard an aircraft. When I could see it, it was heading directly for me. I saw it was a DC-4 and it passed right down the centre of the lake. I have a large white “S.O.S.” on the beach and had the pilot looked down he would almost surely have seen it. I also flashed my mirror but the sun was mostly obscured by a cloud.
Went out to the aircraft again and retrieved a fishing rod & reel, hooker and sinkers. I also discovered what turned the aircraft over. The starboard float has a terrific rip in it, probably from extremely sharp pointed rock. It is along the two largest compartments so most of the floatation was gone. This, plus the gusty wind just suddenly turned the aircraft over on her right side. Even had there been no wind, it would have been difficult to beach again in time before the aircraft turned over.August 14th.
A grim day – fog is lying right down on the surrounding hills. I tried to catch a fish yesterday after I had the gear set up but all I could get for bait was bees and I had no luck.
Just heard an aircraft and rushed out but it was above the overcast, flying south. Yesterday’s aircraft passed over about the same time, on the same track. Had it been clear today he may have seen me as I retrieved a large sheet of aluminum alloy from the aircraft yesterday and it gives an excellent reflection and in size is about 3 feet x 2 ½ feet so that if an aircraft comes close on a clear day I have a good chance of attracting him.
There are many bear and moose tracks along the beach but I have not seen either. If I could shoot a bear or a moose I could last for a long time.
However, I keep thinking of the Chinaman who lived for 103 days on a raft in the Atlantic and it gives me some heart. If I can catch fish I shall be o.k. but I can only use insects for bait and the fish do not seem to take them when submerged.August 14th (late afternoon).
Just heard another aircraft pass by but it was pretty grim weather and a low ceiling so I am beginning to think I am on a direct route from Goose.
If only the skies were clear and the sun shining I’m sure my reflector would attract attention. I can’t quite imagine the feeling it would be to know you were discovered but it must be pretty wonderful and I feel sure if I can hang on I will eventually attract one of these aircraft.August 15th.
It dawned completely overcast but has cleared somewhat and the sun is shining through broken cloud. I cannot get bait for fishing – I tried bees with no success whatsoever. I think a bit of fresh meat would do and if only I could get a bird or squirrel I might have some luck. I don’t like going too far from camp when the sun is shining in case an aircraft should appear. I don’t feel too hungry most of the time but any exertion makes me feel shaky and I get short of breath. I have been eating some berries I found. I do not know what they are but I tried them in easy stages, one or two at first and as I felt alright, I increased the amount and I now eat a handful at a time. They taste like unripe apples.
I have just been around to the other lake which adjoins this one and managed to bag a squirrel. It provides bait and I shall eat the good portions after cutting it very thin and drying it in the sun. It is a great pity that I have no means of making a fire as I would prefer the squirrel cooked.
It has been sunny with excellent visibility all day and no aircraft has passed over. If it had been like this yesterday when two passed over I couldhave attracted at least one. It is blowing practically a gale.August 15th (Afternoon).
It is blowing a full gale and the aircraft is breaking up. The starboard float, which I left on, is coming off and the wings are breaking up. If it keeps up much longer it will be entirely gone which is a pity as it acted as a marker. If only an aircraft would pass slightly to the West now, he couldn’t fail to see my signals. However, fate has been against me with regard to passing aircraft.
Fishing is impossible but I am hoping the wind will have dropped tomorrow so that I can try again, as I found seven minnows washed up on the shore, evidently battered on the rocks.
I ate most of the squirrel but could not chew it, but swallowed it in small hunks washing it down with water. It was rather grim but I am willing to eat anything to survive in the hope that I am found to return to my wife and baby who need me so much.
If I could manage to shoot a moose or bear I could last a long time but the chances of this are very remote.August 15th (Evening).
Just had another look at the aircraft and it is almost gone. I feel a lot better after my lunch of squirrel and I now feel certain that if I can catch fish I can make it.
On my first night ashore the mosquitoes were so bad that I splashed some of the insecticide and spilled quite a lot on my right shoulder. The people in store had given me 5% DDT Barn Spray which is quite poisonous and dangerous. It made me feel quite sick for two days and I had a terrific burn on my right shoulder, which is only just healing now. The berries I have been eating seem to be o.k. and I have also had a few handfuls of raspberries, which tasted marvelous. It is a great thing to be in a properly erected tent with sleeping bag, ground sheet, a spruce bough bed and to feel quite warm at night. I think now that it would have been very difficult to carry out the operation as planned. The wind is terrific up here at times and seems to spring up suddenly. Some of the lakes we could not have beached and no anchor would hold the aircraft in these winds.
The only way the operation can be carried out is to have a third man and the pilot to fly the two in and call again for them on a pre-arranged date or upon every third or fourth day. This is definitely the only way to carry out the operation without placing the aircraft in great danger. Magnifying glasses would be a good item in emergency equipment for starting a fire if no other means are available. It is getting quite cold now so will crawl into the sleeping bag to keep warm.August 16th (Morning).
It has dawned a perfect day but very cold. However, the main consideration is to have the sun shining brightly to make my reflector effective. I am praying that an aircraft will pass close today although his position relative to me has to be right. In the morning an aircraft would have to pass to the east of me to be able to see the rays from my reflector, and in the afternoon to the West.
It is so cold this morning that I shall have to remain in my sleeping bag until the sun warms things a bit. Have been around to the other lake and tried my luck with two of the minnows but lost both of them off the hook. I think the high wind and bears have driven the fish to deep water and it is quite shallow in shore around both these lakes. If I only had an evening when the fish were biting on insects I might have better luck. Raw fish must be rather grim but no worse than raw squirrel. This is actually my eighth day without food as I hadn’t a meal at all on the ninth and only a light breakfast on the 10th and nothing since except the squirrel and a few berries.
The wind is becoming very high again and I believe it is going to be as bad as yesterday. The visibility is excellent but there is so much cumulous cloud formed that it is overcast more than sunshine. Yesterday and today, with perfect visibility and no aircraft passes, but the day before yesterday and two aircraft passed over with 10/10 and ceiling on the deck. It must be some sort of fate that decries these things.August 17th (Morning).
Today dawned a perfect day, brilliant sunshine, not a cloud in the sky and not a breath of wind. However, there is quite a breeze now but only normal for this sort of day. I went around to the other lake and got some more berries and they certainly do help. When I returned I weighted the float by putting rocks inside to act as ballast and it is quite stable with me on it although I have only the spade as a paddle.
However I went out to the aircraft to fish but no luck, although I saw a number of fish jumping. While at the aircraft I reached in through the hole I had previously made in the cabin floor and found the axe, although it is not of much value. However, with this I chopped through to the cockpit and retrieved the two maps I had been using and also my sunglasses. I then took my baited line well offshore and reeled out as I returned but I don’t expect anything will come of it as it has been out about two hours now. There is quite a high hill on the opposite side of the lake and I thought I would go around and try to climb it. However, I got down near the end of the lake and realized it was an impossible task, as a man perfectly fit would find it none too easy. My reflector’s working very well and if only an aircraft would come within visual range on a day like this I could not fail to attract him. I have an idea that I may be on the track between Goose and Gander but if so I would have thought more aircraft would have passed over. I just reeled my line in and fortunately the bait is still intact. It is a bit too rough for it just now and it may calm down this evening.August 17th (Afternoon).
I removed a square section out of the top of the float so that I could put my feet down inside and find it works quite well. I took the float out to the aircraft again, swimming and pushing it ahead of me and really got the things I need. I retrieved the casting plug and spinner for fishing, a matchbox compass containing 13 ½ matches, the 50 rounds of ammunition for the gun, the mosquito nets and one pair of stereo glasses with which I may be able to start a fire. I now have two fishing rods complete with lines and reels and I shall try my luck at casting tonight. I also retrieved my razor and shall have a shave and spruce up a bit, it makes a person feel better.
August 17th (Evening).
I have done quite a hard days work; even for someone who was being fed it would have been a fairly strenuous day. However, I can take it somewhat easier now as I have everything I want from the aircraft. I shall concentrate on fishing and am going to rig an anchor for the float so that in the calm of the morning I can anchor offshore and do my casting. It is much too shallow inshore and goes down very gradually. Incidentally, I am writing this by the light from a flashlight which I plucked from the cabin the first day and it works fine although it had been completely immersed.
Today has been perfect visibility again and I only need an aircraft within visual range on a such a day to be able to attract attention. I caught an 8 inch fish in the rocks this afternoon, and small as it is, I think I will eat it tomorrow, especially as I can now cook it.August 18th (Morning).
It has dawned a grim day – high winds and completely overcast so there is no hope of being seen today. Tomorrow will probably bring fog and rain as the wind is easterly and I suspect a warm front is moving up from the South. The high wind and consequent high waves makes fishing impossible – one of the most important things for me to do. I went around to the other lake last evening and picked quite a number of berries and I have got to like them, although there are not many left.
It has cleared somewhat and there is some sun now but the wind has increased and is now very high. It makes a great difference when the sun is shining, the outlook is so much brighter in every way.
I have been around to the other lake and done some casting but it is not successful as I cannot get into deep water. I would take the float around into that lake but it will not go through the small connecting stream. It’s a great pity that I didn’t bring a .22 rifle as I could have bagged quite a number of birds, which would help keep me going. I find I couldn’t cook the fish today as the matches are not dry enough and I don’t want to spoil them in futile attempts.
I have just cleaned and skinned the fish and it looks quite appetizing to me. I only wish it was 50 times as large. I expect I shall eat it raw today, as I have had nothing but berries and the squirrel. The sun is obscured now by a high, thin overcast and my reflector would be of no value. This is my eighth day here now and the tenth without food and I have done remarkably well for being so long without it. I ate the fish raw, chewing it, and found it quite passable. This confounded high wind stops me from fishing which is so important. It also seems to drive all animals and birds back into the brush. I expect I shall have it all day tomorrow also, as the lows up here seem to take some time to blow themselves out.August 18th (Afternoon).
I have spent most of the afternoon making a pack of cards and have it half finished. It will help to while away the time that I spend in the tent. I am becoming weaker and it requires a great deal of effort to do things. I am hoping I get some fish before I become too weak to carry on fishing as the fishing requires a lot of effort, as I have to paddle the float out to deeper water. However, I only retrieved the plug and spinner yesterday afternoon and have not had a chance to give them a try in deep water. I certainly hope they are the sort of lure that the fish here will take. Just had three hands of solitaire and got out on the third hand, which isn’t bad.
The wind is still blowing very strongly, but the visibility has been very good today, although the sun has been poor. I want to try the stereo glasses for starting a fire but it needs the noonday sun. I tried it yesterday afternoon and almost had one but the sun was too late and not hot enough.
I went outside a short time ago and saw a seagull hovering over a little bit of beach just above me. I took the gun and went up, as I thought if I waited I might get a shot at him. However, he wouldn’t come down and then I discovered what it was that had attracted him. It was a fish on the beach evidently having been caught in the rocks in the high waves and it was quite a good one, weighing about two pounds. I have just cleaned it and I think it is a lake trout or salmon, at any rate it is quite red and looks very good. I must get a fire tomorrow if at all possible, as this fish would give me two meals.
The wind is still very strong and seems to get a hum to it, much like an aircraft in the distance, and had me constantly on the alert in the beginning but I have become used to it now. The DDT poisoning still bothers me a little as I also got the fumes up my nose. It is dangerous stuff and should not be used on a camping trip.
I think I will try a couple more hands of solitaire.August 19th (Morning).
Today has dawned cloudy and quite cool, although there is not very much wind. The center of the low passed over here last night and the wind is now NW. I have shredded and scraped all the meat from the fish and then wring it out in a piece of netting. It looks just like canned salmon and I have just had some and it is quite good.
It is obvious to me now than any searching aircraft are not covering this area as I would have seen or heard one by now. The 3 aircraft that passed over were airline planes and were certainly not looking for me. I was hoping that some more airline aircraft would pass, as it doesn’t matter whose attention I attract so long as my position is reported.
I am going down the beach now to arrange my S.O.S. as it is probably blown about and drifted over with sand from yesterday’s wind. My feed of fish seems to have done me a great deal of good and I feel much better.
I have a new idea for the float now to get it out into deeper water. I have about 300 feet of rope and I am going to make an anchor out of a large rock. As soon as it is calm I shall paddle the float out and drop anchor about 300 feet offshore. I shall then pay out the line as I return to shore and when I again want to go out, I merely have to haul on the line and pull myself out. This will be much easier than paddling with a spade which is quite hard work.
It is so cold today that it is unpleasant and the sky is completely overcast. I find that the wind is directly from the north and feels quite wintry. However I have quite a lot of clothing and can always crawl into my sleeping bag if it gets too cold.
It is a wonderful thing to have a tent and sleeping bag and to be able to keep warm and dry. I imagine exposure would be much more severe than lack of food. I won’t get my matches dry today, as they require much more sun to dry them sufficiently to use.
I have just completed my anchor rope and have now only to wait for calm water to get the float out and get the anchor down. It has turned out reasonably well but the wind is still very strong and it is cool. I had hoped to be able to cook the remainder of the fish but the matches will still not work. Someone had waxed them and this seems to prevent them drying out.
I guess the three aircraft that passed over in 2 days were just an odd chance as I have not heard one since, which is about a week.
I just had another try at lighting the matches but they won’t even light when I burn the head with the magnifying glasses.
(There are no further notations or entries after the last sentence above. Jack was rescued by an American Coast Guard aircraft crew, on the afternoon of August 19th, 1947.)
ABOVE:
Two crew members bring Jack back to 48314 for the flight to Goose Bay.
The
tail of the Fox Moth can be seen floating upside down in the water just
above the starboard blister of the PBY.
ABOVE: Aircrew of the Jack Mutton Rescue near Goose Bay, 19 Aug 1947
2 September, 1947Dear Jack;
Many thanks for your swell letter. Have passed it on to the crew members and they are glad to hear that you are well and happy with your family again. Your new work sounds good, and as you pointed out, we are glad it will be with twin engined aircraft. Lots of luck in all you do. We all were happy to have been of service to you, and after meeting you personally, hope we will meet again. If you ever get to Argentia, we are located in the main hangar, and will be looking for you, My typing is poor, and especially so tonight as I'm leaving tomorrow to retrun to the States and bring my wife up here. It has been five months now and we finally got an apartment, for which we are very thankful. Will hardly know my son, they say he has grown to be quite a young man, and he is only thirteen months.
Our radioman, Corbett, is making some prints and will forward a set to you in the near future.
Best wishes and regards to you and your family always.
Sincerely,
SIGNED WILLIAM C. MORRILL
I hope readers have found these experiences interesting and I thank you for allowing me to reminisce.