Hann's Crew: 490th Bomb Group of the Mighty 8th Air Force
By E.J. Johnson
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Hann's Crew - E.J. Johnson
CHAPTER 1
PRELUDE TO MILITARY ACTIVITIES
On November 28, 1923, there was apparently some discussion as to what I would be called … the night of my birth. My father suggested that Joe
might be appropriate, but my mother had different ideas. She was emphatic that no son of hers would be known as Joe Johnson
since there was a bootlegger of that name in the area of Pensacola, Florida, where we lived at that time. In retrospect, I thank you, Mom, for your wisdom. I was christened as Emanuel Joseph Johnson, Jr., but my family called me Jimmy
, a nickname given to my father when he was a youngster. I have been called Jim or Jimmy ever since.
We lived in Pensacola until 1935, the period of worldwide destitution. In the United States, banks were closed for some time as business activities had collapsed. No one had any money, unless he were wealthy and had funds stashed away somewhere. Most people were out of work, and those who had a job were very lucky indeed. My father was employed by the County, so he had a job. However, their payrolls were based on available funds being paid for taxes and other municipal type activities. The cash flow came in dribbles, so the employees had no regular payment schedule. I remember Dad coming home sometimes with five or ten dollars, which was a lot of money in those difficult days. However, I can also recall that when we moved to Charleston that year, his back payments due for the time he worked there came in to him for almost a year to complete paying him. That seemed to say that times were still hard everywhere.
Throughout the country, people were searching for any chance to make some money. Men rode the rails
from east to west, north to south looking for employment. These people were known as hobos
, but they were really folks just down on their luck. When the trains came through Pensacola, these transients wandered the streets, looking for something to eat. They always went around to the back door, knocked, and asked if they might have some food. They were always polite, and were helped wherever the property owner could do so. In those days, no one ever thought to lock their doors, and thefts were rarely heard of. (In the 1990’s era, one wouldn’t dare open the door to strangers because you could be robbed or killed. What a tragic change in the way we now have to live!) The interesting thing about the transients was that they had some code, or sign, used to distinguish houses where food was likely to be available. I never found the answer, but few of them bothered to go to many houses, so it was evident they knew the best areas.
In 1935, my father had the opportunity to move to Charleston, South Carolina, where a paper mill was under construction, and the contractor needed someone to handle purchasing of materials for the project – and they paid weekly – in cash! Charleston was a very interesting place to live. At that time, I was just entering high school and went to Charles-ton High. It was quite different from Pensacola, and I was delighted to walk about a mile each way to and from school. We remained there until the fall of 1936, when Dad was offered a better job at a place named Fernandina, Florida, where two paper mills were under construction at the same time.
This flurry of construction of paper mills resulted from a study done by a concern in Savannah, Georgia, to determine if the southern pine trees could be used in the production of paper products. If my memory is correct, a process was developed by the Herty Foundation, and this opened the way for operating paper mills throughout the southern part of the United States.
The first paper mill under construction was then known as Kraft Corporation, I believe. Their product was brown Kraft paper, used for the production of corrugated boxes and other similar materials. The other mill was called Rayonier, and their production was dissolving cellulose, which was used by many plants for tire cord to manufacture automobile tires, films for cameras, as an ingredient in the manufacture of gun shells, and many other applications.
When we moved to Fernandina, it was a frontier town. The normal population was about 2,500 people, no houses were available for rent, unless some cottage at the beach, owned by out of state folks who used it for summer vacations, could be rented. The influx of personnel required for construction of the two mills was more than the regular inhabitants. As a result, tent cities sprung up among the sand dunes overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, tree houses sprouted up in several locations where beautiful old oak trees along a creek through the island were strong enough to support the structure, and one guy who owned a small chicken farm on the outskirts of town decided he could make more money by partitioning the hen houses and renting the space to the new immigrants. He stayed full during the entire construction period.
Fernandina is on Amelia Island, which is on the East Coast of Florida, the northern most barrier island before crossing the boundary line into Georgia. This line of demarcation is at the center of the St. Mary’s River, which feeds from Georgia into the Atlantic Ocean. At the south end of the island, there is a large expanse of water separating Amelia from the islands south of here, so in those days you really had to make an effort to get here! There was only one road leading from the island over to the mainland, with a draw bridge spanning the Amelia River. A railroad line paralleled the highway, with a railroad trestle to permit boats to ply the river north and south – that was it!
For those having a car, there was no problem. The streets were in place to move around, some of which were paved, and others covered over with oyster shells or, in a lot of cases, just packed down dirt. Anyone else either had to hitch hike, walk, ride a bicycle, or ride McJunkin’s bus to reach Jacksonville, the closest nearby city, about 35 miles away to the south. The bus was actually a four-door sedan, sawn in half and elongated for additional seating capacity, which made round trips about four or five times a day. It served the purpose for transportation and stayed full most of the time.
My parents arrived in Fernandina to check out the situation and explore locating a place to stay, prior to my arrival later. They found a cottage at the beach and were happy to have it, even though there was no hot water, no heating, and the wind whipped through the clapboard exterior siding where gaps had developed over a period of time. This may have been a nice summer camping spot, but the winter that year happened to be very cold, and we nearly froze to death. I came into town late one afternoon on McJunkin’s transportation system. What a shock!! All through the depression, no one here had any money, with bartering between merchants, doctors, auto repair and service stations, among others, as the medium for commercial functions. The only real source of income was the shrimping industry, which was started here. Their biggest problem was distribution to nearby markets, since shrimp spoil rapidly unless iced down, and in that era, the only solution was to pack the back of a closed truck with ice and hope it didn’t melt until destinations were reached. But, at least those involved did produce some revenue.
Obviously, the city had no money either, so the block wherein McJunkin’s Bus Station
was located, just adjacent to the Amelia River, had been pretty neglected and grass had grown up between the bricks in the street to a height of 3 or 4 feet. The only clear area was where McJunkin came in on one side, made a U-turn, and stopped on the opposite side. This large U was very prominent. One of the primary problems at Fernandina in those times was food, and where to eat. There were a few very small grocery stores, but their inventories couldn’t meet the demands. Many people moving in to existing cottages didn’t have facilities for cooking, refrigeration, etc., and this also applied to the tent city groups. There were several small restaurants, but nothing really suitable for mass production to serve the demands. One place was Nell’s Kitchen,