Shore Leave In Naples

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I was up in Wisconsin visiting family,  from my mother's side of the family. She was born and raised in Central Wisconsin, In a little town called Wautoma. We stayed with my Aunt and Uncle Jerry and Nancy Mankowski, who are still living on the old dairy farm.

One afternoon on the kitchen table Jerry is telling stories about his Navy days. He served for the USS Wadleigh in the fifties. The Wadleigh was a small destroyer. Jerry told us a story about when he got shore leave in Naples, Italy.

This was not long after World War II and all the devastation that entailed! Jerry in a couple of friends with the town in Naples. They got a hotel room for three days and two nights for only ten dollars! It was a very nice hotel. But after World War II, not a lot of tourists were going to Italy because of the war devastation.

Jerry and his friends partied in the town and had a nice supper that evening. They said the meat and their food tasted kind of strange. After the shore leave was over, They started talking with some of the guys on the ship. They said a lot of restaurants in Italy are still using dog and rat meat in their food. 

Jerry and his friends did not understand how poor the Italians were after World War II. In order to get by they would use marginal meats and just not tell anybody about it. The mayonnaise would make no mention of what type of meat it actually was! But that's okay It didn't kill him!

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Booze Under The Rumble Seat

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The great things about visiting relatives is that you can ask them questions about your family history. And you can hear the stories that your parents didn't want to tell you!  That's the good stuff!

My Uncle Jerry is at the kitchen table where he tells the stories. He told me about my grandfather, and now he ran moonshine for Al Capone crime family in Chicago during the wild thirties.

My grandfather had a Pontiac coupe with rumble seats in the back. Underneath the rumble seats was a large empty area. You couldn't see what was under the rumble seat when the rumble seat was closed. That made a great hiding place for booze!

So my grandfather would drive from South Chicago, to a coffee shop somewhere in North Chicago, where he would park across the street, and park his car in the direction that he was wanting to go, which would be south. That told the mobsters that they needed to load full bottles of booze to go south

My grandfather would sip coffee coffee shop until the manager would come out and nod his head. That meant that he was ready to go. So my grandfather would leave the coffee shop, get into his car, and head south to South Chicago where he would stop at another coffee shop.

At this coffee shop he would park across the street pointing north, telling them that he had full booze to be unloaded, and needed to be reloaded with empty bottles. After he was done for the night he grabbed two or three hours sleep and go to his daytime job shoveling loose asbestos! No mask, no breathing air, no nothing back in those days.

My grandfather was paid five dollars a trip by the Capone crime family. That made ten dollars a night total. Making ten dollars a night during the Great Depression in the thirties was a lot of money! That was back in the days when people would try to sell an apple for a nickel! So if you were making ten dollars a night, you are making good money!

When Al Capone was convicted of tax evasion by the Untouchables, and put in prison, my grandfather decided it was time to get out of town. So my grandparents bought a dairy farm in Central Wisconsin, and settled down as a country farmers. He farmed  for the rest of his life, and we were sitting in the kitchen table in the old family farmhouse.

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Swimming In The Mediterranean

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I was up in Wisconsin with my wife and mother, visiting my mother's family, who still lives up there. We were staying with my Aunt and Uncle, Jerry and Nancy Mankowski, who are still living in the old farmhouse.

One afternoon we are sitting around the kitchen table telling stories. Jerry was telling about his old Navy days back in the fifties.  He served on the destroyer USS Wadleigh, DD 689. Wild board that ship they went on a Mediterranean cruise.

They stopped in many ports throughout the Mediterranean when they were there. One of the places they went was off the coast of Israel and Lebanon. Country of Lebanon was having political issues. The USS Wadleigh was assigned to cruise, very slowly, at only five knots an hour, up and down the coast of Lebanon and Israel.

Those two countries are very small so going very slow is not a problem. While they're sailing up the coast, the captain ordered crew swimming! That means the crew can take turns jumping into the sea for a swim. Times of cruise swimming was very popular among the crew. It was also very rare for that captain to give that order. 

Uncle Jerry has a lot of stories from his Navy days, it seems it was a good memory for him. I can understand that I spent four years in the United States Air Force in the eighties, and I have lots of good memories from those days as well.

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Cooning Melons

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I had flown up to Wisconsin with my mother, and wife, to visit my mother's brother, my Uncle Jerry and Aunt Nancy.. We did a lot sitting around and talking the whole week. Life there is very slow!

One afternoon we were all around the kitchen table telling stories. Jerry was telling most of the stories since he's a good storyteller. Both Jerry and my mother both told a story of them cooning melons from the neighbor.

The neighbor across the lake reported my grandfather had a gun that he not was allowed to have. The sheriff came by the farm and confiscated the gun. Ever since then my grandfather and this neighbor across the lake was on bad terms.

So two of his kids, my uncle Jerry and my mother Bernadine, both teenagers at the time, decided to coon some of his melons. That neighbor had twenty acres of watermelons, just on their saw the lake from the family farm.

So that summer they would go by rowboat across the lake and coon some watermelons. Cooning is going at night, and to the fields, and stealing fruits of a farmers crop. In this case it was watermelon.

They would row in the rowboat across the lake, take some melons, and as they rowed back across the lake, they ate the melons and threw the remains in the lake. So they had the fun of stealing the melons, eating the melons, and then getting rid of the evidence down to the bottom of the lake.

Sounds kind of bad, but those are just country kids having a good time. The twenty acres of melons produced thousands of watermelons, and a handful didn't make any difference. But I imagine it was lots of fun rowing across the lake at night.

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They Are Always Looking Up

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My mother, my wife, and I flew  to Wisconsin, to spend a week with my Uncle Jerry and Aunt Nancy. They live in small town called Wautoma, in Central Wisconsin. They live on the old family farmhouse.

We were all sitting around the kitchen table and Jerry was talking about ice fishing. Ice fishing is a very big activity here in Wisconsin.

Because of ice fishing rules in Wisconsin is no more than three holes and one pole per hole. Well you have one hole in three poles. They guys around there always cut out three holes with one pole and one tip-up per pole. So one fisherman can only have three tip-ups at a time.

They told us that the game warden can drive the top of the hill, and from his car with his binoculars, look to see how many tip-ups you may have. If you have too many tip-ups, you'll get a big fine!

He told us they us live fish on the hooks, and let them flop around. He said the big northerns pikes that they like to catch, just sit at the bottom of lake and look up all the time. They're always looking up. Because that's where the sick fish go. When fish that are sick, they swim to the top of the lake to get more oxygen. Those big northerns will swim up and eat them!

So they put their bait in the water connected to a tip-up. When the fish swims up take the bait, the tip up will be pulled up. When you see your tip-up go from laying down, to straight up, you know you have a fish at the end.

You then walk over to the hole, grab the tip-up, and then hook the fish really good. Very slowly, pull on the line, and pull the fish up out of the water, and up through the hole. Then you're free to save the fish, or eat it on the spot.

Fisherman in Wisconsin have these little wooden shacks that are heated, have TVs, and radios, and they pull them on the ice. So while they're waiting for a tip-up, they can hang-out comfort. They have portable stoves for heating or cooking their freshly caught fish.

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Signs All Around

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I was up in Central Wisconsin this summer visiting family and friends. I was with my mother and my wife. My mother was born and raised there and still has lots of family there.

We stayed with my Aunt and Uncle, Nancy and Jerry Mankowski. One day I was walking down to the old milk house with Jerry. We were going down to his windmill to drink some water. When he started telling me about his predictions for winter.

You said the berry bushes were full of berries. He said the bushes are all berries late in the summer, he'll know we'll have a cold winter this year.  You sit at the squirrels and muskrats are busy and late summer That's also a sign of a cold winter coming up.

Jerry also showed me the ants on the ground. He said look at the ends how they're building around the wall around their nest hole.  He said when the ants do that you can expect lots of rain coming up soon. He said that they are preparing for it now.

Jerry said you just have to look around and you can see the signs of coming rain or of a coming hard cold winter. He said the signs are all around you just have to keep your eyes open to it. Tell me the Indians did that for hundreds of years, the signs are there for us as well.

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Cold, Sparkling, Clean Water.

Hello everyone.  Praise the Lord!

I was just recently up in Wisconsin visiting my Aunt and Uncle in Wautoma, Wisconsin. Nancy and Jerry Mankowski live on the old family dairy farm there.

Jerry and I one morning we're walking out to the old milk house. Behind the old milk house, and the chicken coop, is a windmill he bought in Indiana and had shipped up to him in Central Wisconsin. He wanted to show me the windmill, and drink some water from it, since the water there is ice cold and very clean. He had the water tested a few years ago. They told him Jerry whatever you do don't get rid of this water. There's absolutely nothing in it except water.

Most people reading this will think that's kind of strange. But with all the decades of chemicals whether industrial are farm related. Most of the drinking water in this country has some type of impurities in it. This world is a world of chemicals! Chemical residue is in the city, as well as in the  countryside. Where I live we get a yearly report of what's in the drinking water. There's lots in our drinking water that isn't really water.

His report came in said that his water from that underground well is absolutely pure water! That windmill pumps up cold sparkling pure water. That stream of underground water runs north to south. It runs by the old farmhouse, close to the chicken coop, and then runs to Beans lake, A couple hundred yards away.

He filled up a canning jar of water and drink some. Then he gave some for me to drink. The water was absolutely ice cold! It was good and refreshing to drink! Water that is very rare today!

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The Snapper And The Goose

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I was up in Wisconsin visiting family and friends. My wife and I, and my mother, we're staying with my mother's brother, Jerry Mankowski and his wonderful wife Nancy.

One day we're sitting around the kitchen table telling stories. A favorite hobby of my Uncle Jerry.  Well the stories he told us was about the snapper turtle and the goose. That's because we had gotten on the discussion of whether snapping turtles, snap only at people.

Jerry said he was on his rowboat on beams lake going fishing. Jerry today lives in the old farmhouse. And things like is just the cross the hill. Jerry and Nancy, years ago, used to live in a log house on Bean's lake. He had a couple of rowboats, and he had a couple of dozen geese, that he had around to be watch dogs.

A flock of geese will tell you very quickly if some stranger is around. It will make a terrific noise! What day Jerry was on his rowboat fishing. When he saw a goose bobbing up and down and squawking! He couldn't understand what was happening, so it kept watching.

The juice got pulled under the water and then Bobbed back up again! This happened a couple of times until Jerry finally seen the intruder. He saw a very large snapping turtle briefly long surface of the lake. That snapping turtle was trying to pull the goose under the water to drown it.

Before Jerry could row over there, the goose was gone! The snapping turtle achieved his purpose, and pulling the goose under the water and drowning it. Jerry made the assumption that the turtle when then eat the dead goose.

I know that Jerry saw What he had seen. I personally know nothing of snapping turtles. I don't know what they just eat grass or they eat meat as well. Someone here is reading this story and knows, feel free to comment in the comment section.

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Grandma And The Outhouse

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My wife and I were up in Wisconsin, with my mother, to visit her family who still lives in the central part of the state. My Aunt and Uncle, Jerry Mankowski still live on the old family dairy farm.

One day while we were there, we were sitting around the kitchen table, with Jerry telling stories. One of the stories he told was from his childhood. Getting a whipping for bad behavior!

Uncle Jerry with a couple of his friends were in the lilac bushes next to the house. The old outhouse was behind the farmhouse and in view of the lilac bushes. One afternoon me saw her grandma walk out of the farmhouse and go into the outhouse.

They had a long piece of rope with them in a lilac bushes. If I like bushes with hollow inside and was the playhouse for all the kids. Jerry and his two friends quietly snuck out and wrapped the rope around the outhouse! They tied the rope together where Grandma cannot open the door to get out! 

Grandma was able to see who was guilty through the air holes of the outhouse! Grandma was a big woman It was able to push the door open against the badly tied rope. When grandma finally got free, there was now hell to pay!

Unfortunately for Jerry there is a willow tree close by, so Grandma always had the selection of dried willow branches to choose from! She calmly selected a very nice sturdy branch, and used it to get effect on Jerry's behind!

Even though Jerry got a really severe whipping that day, It was good for him. A good whipping  now and then, makes for a fine man later. Today, it is one of Jerry's treasured memories, and he still laughs about it today.

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Dumpster Love

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My wife and I, and my mother flew up to Wautoma, Wisconsin, to see my Aunt and Uncle, and other relatives my mother has of there.

We had a great time sitting around visiting, drinking coffee, and just enjoying everyday. One morning, my Uncle Jerry Mankowski, said he needs to go to the dump. He had a couple small bags of trash.

Tell me that the dump opens at eleven in the morning. He wanted be there by at least quarter till to get line. He said that there usually a long line at the dump. So I was kind of expecting dozens of people in line down the road.

We walk down to his pickup truck and throw a couple bags in the back. We drive down to the dump about twenty miles an hour. Tell me small country lanes that's probably fast enough. The dump wasn't very far away. Wautoma is a very small town in Central Wisconsin. 

We got there and we were third in line! When the dump finally opened, for the grand total of six cars line! Even though we were third in line it took us a grand total of ten minutes to be in and out! We waited at the gate longer than we were in the dump.

While we're driving around to the dumpster, Jerry tells me a story. He said a few years ago he was dumping the trash. The middle age to elderly lady pulled up behind him, to do the same. She struck up a conversation with him. She said she was looking for a boyfriend and want to know if he was interested!

He thought it was kind of funny that this woman was interested in him. I kind of laughed and said that's a great story. But to myself I told knew that this woman was just looking for a rich old man. She was looking for someone to leach money off. Small town problems same thing reflect big town problems.

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A Pocket Full Of Suckers

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I was up in Wisconsin this summer, visiting my Aunt and Uncle, Jerry and Nancy Mankowski. I still live on the old dairy farm, in the central part of the state.

Jerry was telling me that he felt very very sluggish for a long period of time. Then you can barely move around. So he went to the doctor to see what the problem was. At the VA clinic they gave him a lot of different tests.

The VA clinic gave him a complete physical and running a bunch of tests including blood test. They discovered that the problem was low blood sugar. Is blood sugar wasn't low all the time and it would just spite down at certain times of the day.

Dr showed him all the test results and charts. They didn't think he needed medication. The doctor told just to keep them suckers in his pockets!  They just told him when he feels a little sluggish to suck on a sucker to add a little sugar to his blood.

That's a nice homegrown remedy for an occasional medical ailment. If your blood needs a little sugar, A nice sucker should do the trick!  Don't need expensive medications, from multi-million dollar pharmaceutical companies. You just need to sucker now and then. But don't we all!

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A Calf In The Snow

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My uncle Jerry and I were sitting in his living room talking and telling stories. I went up there to visit family and friends this summer. My mother is from there and she still has lots of family there. I escorted my wife and my mother there also.

Jerry was telling me a story about how a neighbor cow had her calf. He said he always provided a warm place with straw or his cows to calve her young. Jerry said that was all wrong and he shouldn't do it that way. He said that makes the cows weak and sickly their whole life.

You said back in the day they would let the cows have their calves outside in the snow and the cold. He said by doing that the cows would grow up stronger and healthier. He said the cows that were born in the winter were always the healthiest cows that produced the most milk.

And he went on and said the cows born during warm weather always had health problems and didn't produce as much milk. My uncle Jerry grew up on this dairy farm and led this area as a life. He knows a lot about dairy farming. I'm from the city and don't know anything about it!

Weather this is true or not I do not know. But it does make a lot of sense. If you're born and grow up and harsh conditions you tend to be tougher and stronger. This is even the case with humans. If anybody has a pity on this please leave a comment in the comment section.

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Falling To Her Death

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I was up in Central Wisconsin visiting family this summer. My uncle Jerry took me to a little town called Wild Rose. There we ate burgers and beer at tavern called sluggers.

On the way back he pointed to a house and told me the story of how a woman died there. She lived alone she had no husband or family. She lived in this house with about a hundred acres. But she did have a neighbor behind her who lived on another farm.

This neighbor was an elderly man who also lived alone. This elderly man would several times a week check in on the lady. Especially the long cold winters of Wisconsin. Folks up there, in that part of the country, are still neighborly, and still strive to take care of each other.

One day this neighbor fell down the stairs going down into her basement! She had left her phone upstairs. When she fell and hit the bottom of the basement, she broke her back in three different places! She was completely paralyzed and could not move. She also had other injuries that were life-threatening!

The lady laid there for three days before she finally passed away! She was paralyzing could not move and she could not call anyone! For three days she laid there not knowing what would happen. It appears she could move her hands a little bit. Because she scribbled on the basement floor her last will and testament!

The elderly man who checked up on her finally came only to find her deceased. He immediately called the police and an ambulance! There they confirmed her death and discovered her last will and testament. She willed her entire property over to this elderly man who would occasionally check up on her.

The older man had his own farm and many acreage himself and had plenty of money. He didn't need this inheritance from her. What he did with the house and land I don't know. But always pays to be neighborly and nice to your neighbors. If I get paid in this life but most likely you'll get blessed in the life afterwards!

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Solar Power Airport

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I was just up in Wisconsin with my wife and mother. My mother was born and raised in the area. A lot of my mother's family still live in that area of Central Wisconsin.

One of the big news this summer up there was the airport in Wautoma, Wisconsin. They have a small general aviation airport there with lots of acreage around the airport. So they came up with with an idea to utilize that acreage.

Except for the runways and taxiways, they are going to put solar panels all around the airport to generate electricity for the town and area. The city is going to put solar panels on around two-hundred acres, which should generate ninety-nine megawatts of power, to power around fifty-thousand homes!

I thought it was a fantastic idea and a good way to use land but otherwise would be unusable. But it seems a lot of people I'm town don't like it. I would suspect that most of those people whom are complaining, never go out to the airport anyway!

Seems like a great way to produce electricity free from the sun without having to generate it. And it's going to be on land which no one goes out to anyway. Unless you're a pilot, or a family member of a pilot, we have no reason to go to a general aviation airport, so why would it matter to them?

You might say well it's going to cost the town money. That's not the case since a private company will build and provide the maintenance, in exchange for the ensuing profit it would regenerate.  So the local taxpayers would not be burdened with increased costs.  Seems like a good idea to me.

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The Secret Bomb Shelter

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I and my wife with my mother was up visiting my Uncle and Aunt, Jerry and Nancy and Mankowski. They both are still living on the old family dairy farm. My mother still has a lot of family living in that area.

I was sitting down with my uncle, and he was telling me about the local news. He said that a couple of towns over, they had leveled a building, so that they could build a parking lot.

When they leveled of the building they found underneath something very interesting. They discovered an old nuclear fallout shelter that was constructed for the town. They built the shelter in the nineteen-fifties, to I'm sure, a great fanfare. But since that time it was slowly forgotten about, except for a few city officials. After the Cold War they sealed the shelter off.

After about thirty years everybody had forgotten about the shelter. That's until they tore down the building that was over it. That's when they re-discovered the long lost shelter that was underground. The shelter was full of dehydrated food stuffs, for the hundreds of people they planned on keeping safe in there for weeks at a time.

The city officials decided to just throw away all the dehydrated food, and fill in the old shelter with dirt! I just shook my head and told my uncle that I thought that was a great waste. But when word of the dehydrated food, most of it was taken by the local hunters.  But for just a little money, that could keep the shelter in place, and just put it in the parking lot on top of it.

It's just a little extra money they could have kept their nuclear fallout shelter! But these days you never know if you're going to need one! Both Russia and China are still threatening us with nuclear war! I thought it would be a good investment just to keep it around.

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The Phone Harvest

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I was talking to my mother earlier, and she told me the story that she heard from her brother Jerry Mankowski, in Wautoma, Wisconsin. Jerry is my Uncle and he still lives on the old family dairy farm. 

Jerry lives in the farmhouse and still has twenty-six acres around it. He doesn't do anything with it, but he lets his son do some farming on the acreage. His son Mike has a small farm a few miles away. Mike is a middle-aged full-bearded, ex-biker, who now farms, after he had a major heart attack.

After harvesting a crop of corn, on ten acres behind the barn, Mike decided it's time to disc under what remained of the crop. After you harvest corn you still have the stubble from where the corn stocks or cut, And the old root system. All this leftover plant material gets disc under into the dirt, to be ready for next year's planting.

Mike was driving his antique, 1941 Farmall H tractor, pulling his disc, and discing under the plant material when somehow his phone slipped out of his pocket and he lost it!  He drove around and looked everywhere for his phone but could not find it anywhere. So he had to buy another phone and forget about the old one.

After waiting out the long Wisconsin winter, when the land was cut covered with snow, which now has melted, Mike could think about replanting in the spring.

His father Jerry walked the fields just to look for any large stones that might damage the equipment. When is spotted a strange looking item in the dirt!  He walked over and picked it up. It was Mike's old phone! The phone was in the dirt and covered with snow the entire cold winter!

Just because he had nothing better to do Jerry decides to plug in the phone and recharge it. He took it to the barn cleaned it up real good and plugged it into the charger. After several hours he came back and tried to turn the phone on. The phone came on, and it worked just fine, as if nothing happened!

My cat already long bought a new phone. So my uncle Jerry kept the phone, and he still using it today! Once or twice a week you use the same phone call my mother down in Texas. Every time he calls I think of the day that the phone was harvested from the old corn field!

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The Admirals Steaks

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I was just up to central Wisconsin visiting family. My wife and I escorted my elderly mother there. My mother was raised there on a dairy farm. My Aunt and Uncle are still living there today.  My Uncle Jerry is my mother's older brother.

One afternoon, Uncle Jerry was telling me about his navy days. He served in the early fifties on a destroyer named the USS Wadleigh, DD 689. Named after the World War One admiral, George H. Wadleigh.

My Uncle Jerry's job was in the boiler room, and the engineering department in the bottom of the ship. One of those jobs was to maintain the temperatures of the food refrigerators and freezers. One of the items in the food freezers were steaks specifically for the captain of the ship, and the admiral of the fleet.

Once in a while when Jerry wanted to get in good with the cook, He would bring up a couple of the Admirals steaks to the kitchen. The cook with fry up the steaks, and Jerry and the cook with dine on the admiral steaks! Jerry said they always had plenty and didn't miss a few once in awhile!

The ships cook appreciated the gesture of a steak now and then, so my Uncle Jerry never went without eating a good meal on the ship during his cruise!  My Uncle Jerry has been out of the Navy for sixty-five years now, so I guess it's safe to tell the story!

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Low On Salt

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I was up at my aunt and uncle's house in Wisconsin here recently. They own the old family dairy farm. While we were there he told me a lot of interesting stories.  Here is one of those stories.

My uncle, Jerry Mankowski, told me a story about a medical emergency that happened to him a few years ago. He woke up one morning with his hands shaking! He could not stop them from shaking. Also he had little feeling in his body.

His long time wife, Nancy, said that she would take him to the clinic. Jerry told her no, he really needed an ambulance! She called an ambulance immediately! When the ambulance arrived, off they went to the local hospital!

Upon arrival at the hospital, a battery of tests were performed. As my aunt and uncle sat there, the doctor's convened and discussed. They knew what the problem was almost immediately, but they just wanted to make sure.

The doctor eventually came out and revealed what was the diagnosis. Jerry had very low sodium levels in his blood!  He was just low on salt! The doctor turned to my aunt Nancy, and said to her, " put the salt shaker back on the table!"

Now both of them put plenty of salt on their food. The salt shaker is always on the table. It's popular today to have a no salt diet. But that is not healthy for us. Our blood needs to have a good salt content for a healthy body.

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