My nick name is Tony, I drove an ice cream truck on the streets of Las Vegas in the late 1950’s. I chose Tony for my vender name (Tony Curtis was my favorite actor). The name has remained with me to this day.
I was born in Washington State in 1940.
Soon after the 2nd World War broke out, my father was hired to manage 3 Hop field ranches in New York State, just outside the very small cross-roads village of Bridgewater. Hops being the flavoring of beer, beer was very important during that period.
When the war ended, my father, mother, older sister and myself moved back to Washington State.
Yakima Valley, at that time called itself the “Fruit Bowl of the Nation” and was a great place to live and grow up in, especially for kids.
The valley and surrounding area was mostly farm land, fruit orchards, Hop ranches, corn fields and even some dairy farms.
Irrigation ditches were great places for swimming holes during the summer and the neighborhood kids met there nearly every day.
I remember, when I was a pre-teen, we, the other kids and I, would play hide and seek after dark until 8 or 9:00 PM. Never a worry of safety.
Winter was a great time for fun as well as summer, snow forts and snowball fights, as well as sledding. Our home on was situated on a bluff with a drop off slant in back, of about 40 feet which led down to a Pear orchard. Nearly every day after school and on the weekends we would sled and play games into the late evening.
In my teens, my friends and I would work in the orchards or the cannery.
The 1950’s were wonderful – I am sad for kids growing up today, they may never witness those great times.
My sister and her husband, a USAF Fighter pilot, invited me to move to Las Vegas with them in 1956. Living on a military installation was a new and awesome experience.
Strange, I ended up joining the US Navy in 1951.
After boot camp, I was sent to Treasure Island for Electronics school – while standing in chow line one afternoon, I noticed a very small craft heading out toward the ocean and asked one the guys in line with me “what is that?”
I was informed that it was a submarine and that they always operated alone.
That was it, the next day I headed to the personal office and volunteered for “sub” duty.
After completing submarine radar school in New London in 1963, I reported aboard the USS Balao (AGSS 285) out of Key West, Florida.
Nine months later I was transferred to the USS Shark (SSN 591) out of Norfolk, Virginia.
That was the greatest adventure of my life.
What does all of the above have to do with emergency survival?
But….what is going on today has me just a little concerned. I feel a need to prepare for survival for myself and family. I do not have any kind of background in survival techniques, so I will need to teach myself.
Fortunately, there is a ton of stuff on the internet that will be of help.
I have started my research, it is an adventure, and I need to share with others the source of this valuable information.
So, this BLOG will provide links to information which may be of value to others who may share my general view of up coming possible dangerous events – that is in the area of economic and political emergencies.