Hellcat News, (Kirkland, Wash.), Vol. 31, No. 3, Ed. 1, December 1976 Page: 5 of 19
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Remarks by Ted Brewer
at Memorial Service for
Maj. Gen. Carlos Brewer
On 9 October, 1976, at
Upper Arlington Church of Christ
Friends and family, we are here, even
in the midst of our strong grief and
sadness, to celebrate a beautiful life, a
strong life which has left gorgeous and
in evocable traces on our hearts.
I would like to say a few words about
He was born in 1890 in Kentucky in a
town called Golo. The story,was that the
name of the town came from someone
who said you couldn't go any lower than
Golo. It was a very humble beginning,
but Dad's father was a very hard
working man, and some of his industry
and ability were passed on to my father,
and his five sisters and brothers.
So when he became of appropriate
age, he wanted to go to West Point,
which he did. He did very well at West
Point, where he was in the Class of 1913.
When he got out of West Point, they
wanted him to come back as a
mathematics instructor. He liked that,
because he liked to teach other people —
he liked to help other people, and he
had an ability in mathematics and all
creative things. He taught math at West
Point for five years. (During that time
some of us were born.)
His interest in mathematics, and his
creative spirit led him later on, when he
was at Ft. Sill, Oklahoma, to develop
new techniques of artillery fire control
which were used to defend the United
States in World War II.
In fact, during that War, he trained
and commanded the 12th Armored
Division. He served overseas as an
artillery commander using some of the
techniques which he had developed.
I can remember well in Pisa, Italy,
where the war had ended in Europe and
he came down and we had a very happy
reunion. This was followed by a reunion
in Heidelberg of my older brother and
me and Dad.
Dad's active military career ended, by
his choice, in four years serving with the
ROTC at Ohio State University. He liked
that service. He liked the People he met
here. He liked Columbus.
So he decided, quite logically, to retire
here. It was also very central to the
family, and he loved his family — loved
to get together often.
But he was not the kind of man to
retire immediately, so he worked ten
years more with the Ohio State
Research Foundation. Then, at last, he
nominally retired, but he still found time
to help the less fortunate. He was always
thinking outside of himself. "Who is in
greater need than I am? Whom can I
He was young physically and mentally
throughout his life — it was incredible. I
admired him. He regarded the body as
the temple of the mind and spirit. Mind
and spirit meant a lot to him, in a strong,
He played polo in his youth. He played
an excellent game of tennis. He could
always beat me at chess. Even up to his
last months, he would win three out of
four games, only losing if he became
bored. Whatever I know about chess, I
owe to him.
Just a week ago Tuesday, the day
before he died, I visited him in the
hospital and I told him that his
granddaughter, Carolyn, had taken up
chess. He said, "That's wonderful. When
I come home, I must send her a chess
book which she'll enjoy and learn a lot
If there was one word that I had to
choose to describe Dad or distill his
essence, it would be fidelity — fidelity
springing from a deep and abiding love.
Fidelity to his country, fidelity to his
church, to his family, to his friends. I
don't think this fidelity ever wandered
or deviated. It was incredible to me.
Now, I'd like to close by reading
several things which I think you can
almost feel coming from his spirit. One of
them deals with young and old, which
my wife, Gretchen, selected:
Young Enough and Old Enough
"I am young enough to dread sorrow
I am young enough to have joys and
— deep longings, high dreams,
and many, many problems
— And old enough to know there is a
for every joy, and a cure for every
a solution for every problem, a
fulfillment of every aspiration.
I am young enough to love to play
And old enough to have learned that
most fun is having a hard task and seeing
I am young enough to want to be good to
and old enough to know that true
beauty is from within.
I'm young enough to seek far and wide
and old enough to know that I most
often find them in being faithful to the
task at hand.
I'm young enough to learn the lesson,
forget the experience, and pass on to
I'm young enough to dread sorrow, pain
and old enough to be grateful for their
chastening and mellowing influence.
I am heir to countless hosts before me,
and give my world to those to come
Reasons enough to be both proud and
to glory in all whose lives touch mine
with immortal fire
and to feed the flame reverently
to pass it on, brighter yet, to future
— Ted Brewer
John & Liz
152nd Sig. Co.
Lambert & Elsie Hary
Ray & Wylma Dimick
GEORGE G. MOSS A/714th
1017 W. Washington Street
Springfield, IL. 67202
"a" 714th Tk Bn. Meets
Another glorious fall weekend was
consummated by the faithful of 'A'
Company of the 714th Tank Battalion in
their gathering of fruitful thoughts for
the winter of '76-'77. May the Good Lord
grace them with a pre-spring gathering
March 4-5, 1977 at the Hospitality Inn in
Fort Wayne, Indiana. Get your
reservations in early for that one.
Harold Baldwin and his wife Madelline
contacted a huge Ramada Inn on the
outskirts of Toledo at the Junction of
L-75 and U.S. 20. The anxious ones were
arriving early Friday while awaiting the
late arrival of Moss (10:30). A large
dining room was available for the needs
of those in attendance. Earl Norris
showed his many slides of so many
places and faces. He always supplies a
surprise for each of us that can make it.
Each of us adds some history of our
lives to keep a lively chatter going. We
are still in this together and will forever
remain so. Baldwin had a forced
retirement, at age 65, from the
carpenter shop and has gone to college to
"gain a little knowledge". Bowling
Green, in Ohio. That is close by the
Maumee River. He also has some of the
best abstract art that can be visualized.
His "art" supplied poems or prose on
most of us from those days of yore. He
can recall our writing to our girl friends
so many years ago.
The train jumper from the banks of
the Hudson, Buscavage, and his wife
Marie, will always find the time to visit
with those men and their wives. He has
his own inimitable way of explaining the
situations of yesteryear and yesterday.
He was, is, and will be a heavy
equipment operator for all of our days.
Eddie Buscavage, always there, always
reliable, just let him know who, what,
when and where, and he'll answer for us.
Three rivers, the St. Joseph, the St.
Mary and the Maumee flow toward Lake
Erie and carried Bob and Jo Fudge from
Ft. Wayne to enjoy a weekend of mixes,
and that covers most of it. His half gallon
went first. Jo made a cheese ball,
brought meats and breads and, well, just
supplied those in between snacks that
we all need. Bob has a knack of balancing
the scales of our subjects, like "I believe
that's right". His job is still with
International Harvester and he goes way
back a few years with that firm.
The high bluffs of the Ohio River just
east of the Miami holds the home of Otto
and Nancy Heublein. Like Baldwin, Otto
is something of an artist, only in a
different way. Otto has shop work
hobbies in metal and wood and supplies
the guys from 'A' Company with his
handy work. His duty of 8 hour days
allows him time to help in vocational
classes in his home community area of
Cincinnati. His wife Nancy seems always
to be there when we need snacks and
the preparation thereof. They have a
problem of knowing which car to drive
where and when.
The Licking River flows southward
through central Ohio just east of
Columbus, through the community of
Newark. Pete Holman, the Father of
Pat, and Frances, the Mother of Barb,
united to make a home on Spring Street.
Pete has 2 sons also, Tom the only one
not married. Pete was laid off at Roper
Mfg. but picked a job winner with the
Dept. of Defense at a missile base or
Army unit of that nature. The old tank
driver of the 2nd platoon can recall those
men we were fortunate to serve with.
We had the pleasure of one couple
stopping by in their camper on the
homeward trail from a beautiful vacation
in the high country. Earl and Marge
Norris stop by early and stay late. Their
home town of Canton, Ohio gets water
from wells as the closest river hits a
neighboring town. Earl has the beautiful
photo slides and the transmitter to make
our visits fulfilling. Marge is always
available to help with the coffee, the
menu and the napkins, the quick wit and
the youthful gags. Earl still works in the
saw manufacturing but is now in a
managerial position. He is always helpful
where our fraternity is concerned.
Many times in our discussion of
History we mention the Delaware. We
have many men whose home towns are
on the banks of the Delaware but only a
Cadre platoon Sergeant, later 1st Sgt.,
by the name of Oliver can supply some of
the inside info that our conversations
need. Give him a fellow cadre member
and we're off. His wife Irma operates as
the Ass't Driver thru the maze of
highways we have today. She has a quiet
way of keeping things on an even keel.
Bernie handles an order desk for an auto
parts firm, been with them since 1932.
No ages given in this column (?).
Memory says Bernie and Irma married
in South Carolina with Attison as a
Pop (Howard) and Bertha Walton
were in the midst of those attending.
They are from the Kentucky side of the
Ohio at Cincy and rode north with Otto
and Nancy. Now, Bertha keeps a close
eye on their poodle Mitzy, but what
happened at Toledo should never happen
to a dog owner. The Motel Manager had
to remove Mitzy from the bar for
bumming drinks. I still think that the
dog knew where to look for Pop. The
wrong gal returned the poodle. Bertha
remains quiet but Pop keeps the area in
a laughing mood with his barracks
stories of old.
For a wrap up, June and I stopped by
Eagle Lake in south central Michigan
(north of Elkhart, Ind.) to locate Pappy
and Marguerite Meyer. They are at 651
South Shore Drive, just north of U.S. 12
and west of Adamsville. Over a can of
Pabst, Harold related the story of his
social security being supplemented by a
40 hour week job of picking up and
delivering air tools to garages and
stations. At 67 he puts in an average of
100 miles a day in that area of Indiana
and Michigan. A far cry from his days as
a gunner and Helm as his driver. We
used that steel helmet for a lavatory, for
boiling duck, for a urinal plus its
intended use for protection. Pappy and
Marguerite have an electric heated home
for two in the fishing district of R.R. #3
Edwardsburg, Michigan, just north of
U.S. 12. You can take South Shore Drive
or Brady Road.
June and I had another wonderful
weekend with friends of yore. It is
always our pleasure to get together with
those men I knew so long ago. Make it a
date for March 4-5, 1977. If you can just
drive in for a visit please do so. My time
is clocked for the future.
George G. Moss
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