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November 2007 Issue
november 07
Feature 1

PEAK
PERFORMANCE

Feature 2

KATRINA
PLUS TWO

Editorial

EDITORIAL

Wisconsin Favorites

Wisconsin Favorites
Toys of Your Dreams

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feature 1

Peak Performance
Mel’s Roles Include Co-ops, Combat, Hollywood

Fifty years as an electric co-op director is only part of the story.

Born in South Dakota in 1920, Melvin Pederson moved with his parents to Canada just shy of his second birthday and they farmed there until 1937. When the Great Depression cost them the farm, the family moved to Hayward, Wisconsin, where Mel’s mother’s brothers owned farmland.

Mel and the family worked in the woods in the winter, ran a sawmill in the summer, and farmed year ’round. His education, through the 9th grade, ended when the family left Canada.

On March 6, 1942, at age 21, Mel was inducted into the United States Army and entered basic training at Fort Lewis, Washington. Assigned to the 174th Infantry Regiment, his unit was given the task of guarding Seattle’s Boeing aircraft plant from saboteurs. A short time later, he was sent to southern California and assigned to guard gun emplacements protecting the California coastline against Japanese invasion.

He was just a regular GI, but Mel was about to have an experience few others would share.

One day the company commander called everyone out for a "dress rehearsal," Mel recalls. As the company stood in formation, the commander and "guys in suits" walked through the ranks. One hundred and fifty men—including Mel—were chosen.

A Casting Call 

The new assignment would be very different from anything Mel had been trained for by the Army; all 150 soldiers were to go to Warner Brothers studios in Hollywood to shoot a motion picture.

The film was This is the Army, directed by Michael Curtiz (Casablanca), with music by Irving Berlin, and featuring Ronald Reagan, George Murphy, Joan Leslie, George Tobias, Alan Hale, Dolores Costello, Una Merkel, Frances Langford, and Kate Smith.

Mel and his comrades would be in the grand finale, performing on a stage where they did a trick manual of arms and sang Irving Berlin’s "This Time is the Last Time."

Being film personalities was full-time work for the soldiers, who put in full days on the Warner Brothers lot for about four weeks, Mel recalls.

He had the opportunity to meet a number of Hollywood celebrities, including Reagan and Berlin. "I visited with them just like you and I are talking here," he said. "We had lunch in the cafeteria with them and got autographs."

He showed me his scrapbook, with photos of the Warner Brothers studios: a picture of the green room commissary where he dined with the stars, a snapshot of Ingrid Bergman walking across the lot, Irving Berlin chatting with a group of men.

More Mementos

There’s also a Life Magazine clipping, showing a soundstage with the finale, the scene representing Mel’s Hollywood career, being shot. It’s huge, with replica pirate ships hanging in the rafters awaiting use in other pictures, cameramen on booms, and the soldiers grouped on the stage. An "x" marks the spot in the group where Mel believes he was standing.

Mel turns the page to the sheet music for "This Time is the Last Time." On its back are autographs of Hollywood celebrities, including Irving Berlin, Joan Lester, Dennis Morgan, Paul Henreid, Ida Lupino, and Gary Cooper.

"Good Luck Melvin," Ronald Reagan wrote.

There are also scraps of movie film, cuttings left scattered on the floor.

Mel had never really sung before, but learned the tune the soldiers were to perform. During rehearsals Irving Berlin would walk among them, coaching them on their singing.

"He was as close to me as you are now," Mel says, sitting next to me on the couch while showing me the scrapbook.

The experience ended as quickly as it began. "That’s my movie career!" Mel says with a laugh.

Time for Two

Mel’s California posting brought another important development when he met Ferne Fosterling at a USO dance. "I took time out for some good things, too."

Ferne was an X-ray technician at a hospital in Ventura, Calif. The two were soon married.

The scrapbook is filled with mementos of the time they were able to spend together. Ferne lived in nurse housing, so when Mel got leave they would stay in motels. At the time, Mel recalls, the longest you could stay in one motel was three days, so on longer leaves they moved from motel to motel.

The scrapbook holds pictures of 1940s motels, tiny bars of soap bearing the names of the motels that provided them, matchbooks, receipts from hotel stays, and military passes Mel says were supposed to be destroyed as soon as they were used, but Ferne saved a few.

There’s an 8-by-10 picture taken about this time that Mel says is his favorite. He’s in uniform, standing straight, obviously in peak physical condition.

"I was in tip top shape."

Given the situation, Mel and Ferne were lucky to share as much time together as they did.

Back to Business

Soon Mel was sent to advanced infantry training in Oregon to prepare for his next assignment.

He and Ferne planned a rendezvous in San Francisco, but just before they were to meet she received a telegram, also preserved in the scrapbook. It reads, "Darling: Unable to see you in San Francisco as planned, will write later. You can answer care of this office. Love, Mel."

Mel was sent to Honolulu, from where he was able to contact Fern. Then he went to sea.

In the scrapbook, in her neat handwriting, Ferne wrote, "Mel left Hawaii. I didn’t hear from him for well over a month, until after the invasion of Leyte."

Mel spent more than a month shipboard, where he joined the 96th Infantry division preparing to invade the Philippines and begin forcing the Japanese off the islands.

"October 20, 1944, is a day I shall never forget," Mel says, getting very quiet as he contemplates the landing on Leyte.

"It wasn’t fun. That’s all I’m gonna say."

This is the portion of Mel’s story he would rather not recall in detail. Mel and his comrades met savage resistance, with aircraft overhead strafing the beach.

Recording a bit of his history for his children, Mel wrote the following about the invasion:

"Prior to our landing, the big guns on the navy ship reduced the beach to big shell holes and considerable debris. This, however, did provide protection from enemy fire. Once the beach head was established and a supply of ammunition, supplies, and equipment was on shore, we proceeded to move inland."

The beachhead took a week to 10 days to secure, Mel remembers.

In the scrapbook is a magazine article about the 96th’s invasion of Leyte, the headline reading, "They were combat virgins."

Mel laughs at this.

"I think we were well-prepared. We had advanced infantry training and were well-trained. The 96th was a well-disciplined, highly trained division."

Guerilla Fighters

As they started moving inland, the Americans met members of the Philippine Liberation Army.

"They were very beneficial to us," Mel says. "They knew the area, knew what to expect, and proved to be our guardian angels. I met up with an old man from the Philippine Liberation Army. He was a real friend and stayed by me as much as he could. He was great."

Mel was astonished at the Filipinos’ ability to use a simple blade, called a bolo knife, as a deadly and also utilitarian weapon: "I was amazed at how fast they were with them. When we were walking through jungle, they would see a snake and cut its head off faster than the wink of an eye."

Mel kept admiring his Filipino friend’s bolo knife and his ability to use it.

"He was deadly with it. After our friendship developed, he presented me with a bolo knife."

As he told this part of his story, Mel left the room and returned holding the knife, a foot-long sheathed dagger with a handle curved to fit the user’s hand, wielded more as an extension of the arm than a conventional knife.

The scrapbook contained many photos from the island of Leyte: men cutting coconuts, island residents cooking outside bamboo huts, soldiers in camp with their pants rolled and shirts off, soldiers holding captured Japanese flags. In most, the men are smiling or laughing, often with an arm on a buddy’s shoulder.

Even during the hardship of war, "We were always cutting up," Mel remembers.

Mel got a brief glimpse of his shining achievement as a movie star when the cast of This is the Army toured the Philippines. Mel met many cast members again when they were on Leyte, and he was given a preferred seat at their performance. He was the only soldier there who had been in the movie.

Sidelined by Illness

While on the island, Mel was stricken with schistosomiasis, a liver and intestinal disease contracted from wading through rivers and rice paddies.

"As we were getting set to go to Okinawa, I got very ill. I spent a great deal of time in Army hospitals in the Philippines. A number of us had it. They didn’t want to ship us to the U.S. I guess they were afraid that it would be spread."

The disease was common among the islanders, Mel says. In its severest stages victims are seen with huge, distended stomachs and thin, emaciated arms and legs.

Mel and the other Americans, though, received the best care available and the disease never progressed to that point. As far as he knows, none of the Americans died of the disease.

While he was in the hospital, Mel’s unit shipped out for Japan.

"The unit went to Okinawa," he says, "and got shot up very bad there. Most of the outfit were killed on Okinawa."

He was on a hospital ship headed for the U.S. when word came that the war had ended.

Mel spent the rest of his army days in the hospital. He was sent to Harmon General Hospital in Longview, Texas.

Discharged from the Army on November 25, 1945, Mel was required for several years to report to Veterans Hospitals to check for lingering effects of his illness. Fortunately, there were none. His military honors include the Combat Infantryman’s Badge, a Philippine Liberation Ribbon with 2 bronze battle stars, the Good Conduct Medal, and Asiatic Pacific Campaign Ribbon.

Back Home

Mel and Ferne headed to Hayward to make their way into civilian life but found, as did many returning GIs, that returning to peacetime life was not easy. Jobs were hard to come by, especially in Hayward.

He accepted an assignment helping discharge returning troops at Fort Sheridan, Illinois, then worked at a Highland Park grocery store, returning in 1948 to Hayward and the grocery department at the Co-op food store, where he worked until 1965.

Mel became Hayward’s postmaster and he also worked as a meat salesman, in emergency medical services, and with his son operating the Hayward Liquor Store. Eventually they sold the building and business to a cooperative supermarket, where Mel worked part time in the liquor department until retirement.

Mel and Ferne were able to build a happy life for themselves in Hayward. They raised five children—four girls and one boy. They enjoyed 51 years of marriage before Mel lost Ferne, who passed away October 10, 1995.

Mel’s life has been characterized by a desire to serve not only his country, but also his community.

He served several years in the National Guard and on the Round Lake Town Board with a long stint as town chair. He was elected to the Hayward Board of Education and served 15 years.

Now 87, Mel marked 50 years as a director of Jump River Electric Cooperative at last month’s annual meeting.

Looking back at his Army years and what he learned then, Mel feels military service is an experience all young people should have.

The horrors of war, however, are not something he would wish on anyone.

Mel points out the lyrics of the Irving Berlin song he and his fellow soldiers sang in This is the Army.

"This time we will all make certain, that this time is the last time."

"Unfortunately," Mel says, shaking his head, "that hasn’t happened."

This story, written by Paul Mitchell, first appeared in the Sawyer County Record on Veterans Day 2004.

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Katrina Plus Two
Rural Leaders Connect with Crescent City

 

Adams–Columbia Electric Co-op’s Keith Wohlfert, a member of the current Wisconsin Rural Leadership Program’s class, traveled with the group to New Orleans in September, and he offers the following personal account of his experience.

As a nation, we recently marked the two-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina’s devastation to the greater Gulf Coast region.  Lest we forget, it was the subsequent breaching of levees built to protect the city that brought unprecedented destruction upon New Orleans. Hurricane Rita arrived three weeks later, tracking west of the city, wiping out coastal communities across Louisiana and Texas. Destruction stretched far beyond the city limits.

In September I traveled to Louisiana as a participant in the Wisconsin Rural Leadership Program (WRLP); this trip was the regional visit in our two-year curriculum. Centered in New Orleans, we met with local leaders and decision makers to hear first hand what went wrong post-Katrina. We heard about grassroots leadership so vital to the ongoing effort to rebuild. We talked to people and listened to their stories. One cannot help but be moved by the accounts of folks who experienced the hurricanes, the flooding, and the long road to rebuild their lives.

Heading Home

Trains are an ideal place to meet people. So it was on Amtrak Train #59, the famed City of New Orleans. I met Albert and Shirley Bryant as we disembarked during a brief stop in Memphis. They were going home to New Orleans after living in Chicago for almost two years. The couple knew what it was to watch in disbelief as the floodwaters rose up to overtake their one-story home in minutes. They also experienced wading through chest-deep water to flee their home for the safety of higher ground. Frightening as it is, their story is not uncommon in the least among the victims of New Orleans.

Albert and Shirley were eventually relocated to Houston. From there they made their way to a cousin’s home only to be forced out by Hurricane Rita. Then it was on to Chicago.  It was nice enough but it wasn’t home. Both missed their old friends and the neighborhood that had been home for a lifetime. Albert longed for a pot of gumbo. But theirs was a bittersweet homecoming. Waiting was a new apartment but gone was their home and all of their possessions. Family and neighbors are still displaced with no promise they’ll ever return. Although we parted company, Albert and Shirley remain in my thoughts.

Slow Road Back

In 2007 it’s possible to travel to New Orleans and not realize what happened here two years ago. From outward appearances the downtown business district and the historic French Quarter are open for business. New Orleans is gradually returning to its former status as a convention and tourism destination. Yet within walking distance there’s another reality. Schools are boarded up and businesses closed. It’s hard to imagine that they will open anytime soon. It’s still common to see a “FEMA trailer” in a front yard. Behind it may be a home under construction or the foundation where a home once stood. Thousands of homes still display the spray-painted “X” as a reminder of rescue efforts and bodies found inside.

One of the most important lessons learned was that the majority of those affected by Katrina and her aftereffects were middle-class homeowners and taxpayers. Today, these homeowners are still struggling to return to their homes and rebuild their lives. There is a deep-felt resentment held in the hearts of many, especially for the federal government. Insurance companies and other levels of government are commonly held in low regard. Yet there’s an undeniable determination to survive and to rebuild; community spirit and volunteerism are at the heart of this resolve.

Volunteers Stepping Up

Our WRLP group experienced the good feeling of volunteerism with a day spent working on a project in the Sixth Ward. Mold-covered walls and interior fixtures were stripped to the studs. Outside, a large construction dumpster was quickly filled to capacity by the hard-working crew. Across the street another WRLP crew painted interior walls and made finishing touches to prepare a home for its elderly owner.

You might know someone who has traveled to the Gulf Coast region as a volunteer. Many Wisconsinites have made the trip more than once to lend a hand in the rebuilding effort. Among them are the 80 employees from Wisconsin’s electric cooperatives who joined 3,000 co-op workers from across the U.S. to completely rebuild the region’s power-distribution system. Billy Gibson, communications director for the Association of Louisiana Electric Cooperatives, acknowledged the hardship thrust upon Louisiana: “We’ll never forget the sacrifice you made to help us,” said Gibson. As a footnote, the Louisiana Electric Cooperatives recently made a contribution to a flood-ravaged electric cooperative in Minnesota.

Two years later Katrina, Rita, and the floods rarely make headlines. The media have tired of the story. As a people we’ve become immune to the images of desperate people clinging to rooftops and broken levees and finger-pointing bureaucrats. That’s not to say we’re unfeeling for the victims but other things now occupy our conscious thoughts. We’ve moved on even if deep down we know it’s a story whose conclusion has yet to be recorded. The floodwaters have receded but there’s still a lot of work to be done in New Orleans and the Gulf Coast.   

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EDITORIAL
by Perry Baird

Valued Vets

At the beginning of their military careers: (from left) Elsa Johnson, Joshua Glonek, and Joey Williams grace our November 2002 cover; Mel Pederson strikes a pose at basic training in Ft. Lewis, Washington.

We couldn’t help but admire the sentiments contained in a recent e-mail. The writer offered the following definition:

A VETERAN: Whether on active duty, retired, National Guard or reserve, is someone who, at one point in his or her life, wrote a blank check made payable to “The United States of America,” for an amount of “up to and including my life.”

With a nod to the November 11 Veterans Day observance, we’re printing a cover feature this month on an individual who first offered up that blank check 65 years ago and who received some fascinating and life-altering experiences in exchange. He’s Melvin Pederson, a director of the Jump River Electric Cooperative board who recently marked 50 years of service as a co-op director.

Time to Remember

In the November 2002 edition of our magazine, we ran a story focusing on future veterans—three cadets from Wisconsin electric co-op service areas who were attending the United States Military Academy at West Point, New York. We recounted that upon graduation from the four-year program, all faced at least five years’ active duty as Army officers, and with hostilities in Iraq and Afghanistan underway, they knew they’d likely see service in a war zone.

Elsa Johnson, who hailed from Chippewa Valley Electric Co-op lines, and Joshua Glonek, from East Central Energy’s service territory, were seniors at the academy when I first interviewed them; Joseph “Joey” Williams, whose family was on Jackson Electric Co-op lines, was a sophomore. Elsa and Josh graduated from West Point in 2003, Joey in 2005. We managed to get updates on each of them.

Catching Up

Josh is now a captain and company commander at Ft. Lewis, Washington—the same post where Mel Pederson began his Army training in 1942. After West Point, Josh completed Ranger and Jump Master schools and spent six months in Iraq as a member of the 82nd Airborne. His current assignment is with a Stryker unit (a rapid-response mobile force), and he expects to deploy again next year. Josh got married last fall.

Elsa attended the Army’s 18-month aviation school after West Point, and she’s now a captain flying Apache helicopters with the 101st Airborne. Currently at Ft. Campbell, Kentucky, Elsa spent two years in Korea and expects to leave for Afghanistan next January. Completion of aviation school added two years to her five-year commitment.

Joey, like Josh, completed Ranger and Airborne schools and is also now serving with a Stryker brigade, this one at Ft. Wainwright, Alaska. He was assigned to the unit after it had deployed to Iraq, and he joined his company there for a three-month tour last fall. Joey recently spent three weeks in the Philippines helping to train soldiers from the Guam Army, and he expects to eventually re-deploy to the Middle East. He was married last year in a ceremony at West Point.

When we reported on them in 2002, the three cadets weren’t technically “veterans” yet. Now, with overseas deployments under their belts, there’s no doubt, and we honor their ongoing service—and that of all others through the years who have offered that blank check.

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As the holidays approach, according to an age-old poem, children have visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads. Today, children are more apt to take the sugarplums for granted. Their Christmas visions are of toys—and, thanks to TV, these toy visions are plentiful indeed. Sadly, they are all too often of cheaply made toys, of dubious educational value and fleeting appeal. Even worse, we are now bombarded with warnings about foreign-made toys that may hurt their little recipients or make them sick.

What can parents or grandparents, aunts or uncles, or adult family friends do?

One wonderful solution is to think of the toys of your own childhood—toys and dolls that had lasting appeal because they sparked the creativity of their little owners. Every playtime was a different experience, because old-fashioned toys’ limits were set only by your own imagination.

Today you can reminisce about your childhood and let your youngsters see and experience the toys that used to dance in the heads of children in earlier generations. Treat the whole family to a day in the Fennimore Doll & Toy Museum.

This wonderful museum is owned by the City of Fennimore. It was originally established in 1991 to house a private collection but has been expanded to house play items from around the world, ranging from 1810 through 2004. The current museum director is Connie Neal.

The museum has two main display areas. One is the Toy Room. This room holds one of the finest collections of early Fisher Price toys, including a display of nearly 70 pull toys. Other fine collections are tops and tin windup toys from the 1930, ’40s, and ’50s. Familiar characters from cartoons and other Disney films, Sesame Street, Star Wars, and Westerns are all here, along with more current figures such as Ninja Turtles and Bat Man. Tractors, bears and stuffed animals, Pac Men, and the Beanies are also well-represented.

In the Doll Room, little girls (and their grown-up counterparts) will be delighted by dolls of all ages, origins, and composition. There are baby dolls, little-girl dolls, teenagers, and mature dolls. There are male and female dolls. Doll-sized furniture and accessories help tell the stories of these dolls. Miniature settings and dollhouses are represented in tiny detail, as are the inaugural gowns of our First Ladies over the years. Dolls depicting famous people are there, from Elvis to Shirley Temple. And contemporary young ladies will swoon over the 736 custom-styled Barbies. Even today’s popular American Girls are there.

Be sure to visit the Gift Shoppe—a great place to kick-start your Christmas shopping. This shop is a haven for doll collectors, offering many quality dolls and doll furniture in a wide range of prices. Child-size furniture, bears, other furry animals, doll clothing, and American Girl publications are all available.

Whether you’re just looking, reminiscing, or doing some shopping to give Santa a hand, there’s no finer place than the Doll & Toy Museum to put you and your family in the holiday mood.
Linda Hilton

                The Fennimore Doll and Toy Museum is located in downtown Fennimore, at 1140 Lincoln Avenue. (The main entrance may be in the process of restoration; if so, signs will direct visitors to the rear door, off of Madison and 11th St.) Parking is available nearby, and the museum is handicapped accessible. Admission is free, though contributions are vital to the continued success of the operation. From May through December, the museum and gift shop are open daily except holidays, 10–4. The gift shop is also open January through April, Monday through Friday. For further information, visit www.fennimore.com/dolltoy or call 888/867-7935 or 608-822-4100.

 

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