Despised

Ronald Alexander Pavellas Berkeley High School Class of June 1953

Ronald Alexander Pavellas
Berkeley High School
Class of June 1953

He was everything I wasn’t: big, strong, athletic, blonde, popular, wealthy, and stupid.

We were both seniors at Berkeley High, but I was 15 and he was 17. He drove a new convertible; I rode a bicycle to school.

Why he chose me as the object of his disaffection was not fully clear to me, but my refusal to pay obeisance to him probably figured in the equation.

He had a twin brother who joined the action once in a while. At the coffee shop, one of them tipped my coffee over, flooding the counter and my lap, saying: “I’m Mormon and we don’t believe in drinking coffee.” As punishment for my loud and profane objection to this, he and his cronies pantsed me during one of the most humiliating days of my life, in full view of all those full-bodied, angora-sweatered girls who never otherwise noticed me.

I wondered what caused these brothers to focus their attention on me. Perhaps I did, or didn’t, fit a stereotype for them. Perhaps I engendered cognitive dissonance in them which they couldn’t resolve except by violence. I’ll accept that as the reason.

Nothing to forgive at this point. While being queried about attending the 60th reunion, set a few years early because 25% of us were already dead, I learned that one of the brothers was in the 25%.

I didn’t make the trek from Stockholm to Berkeley for the reunion.

Missing Relatives and Friends

I am currently dwelling upon the disappearance of all my older relatives and my only sibling. There is no one remaining in my family with whom I have shared memories from before my first child turned, say, ten years old in 1973. That’s around 35 years of remembered history which is not directly relevant to anyone living. To keep some of these memories alive I have created a Family Blog.

I have few friends left from the older times. Fred and I went to Berkeley High school together, and we have remained in touch since 1953. Gary and I met professionally in San Francisco 1963, went our separate ways in 1964, but have exchanged letters at Christmastime ever since. Denny and I met professionally in Sacramento in 1977 and quickly became pals, but we live far apart. We stay in touch primarily by Facebook.

Several other friends, all younger than I, have died. One old friend, a buddy from our time together in the US Navy, recently contacted me after around 50 years since we last saw each other. His family brought him to meet me in San Francisco when I was visiting family near there. His mind was failing under the burden of a growing dementia. He and his family wanted a photo record of this visit to remind him of it. We spent two days together traveling the San Francisco Bay Area, remembering old times and old friends when we had been on shore leave.

Arnie and me

I have made and retain other friends from newer times. We will grow older together.

So what more is there to say regarding the fading away of family and friends? I guess there is no conclusion to reach other than to recognize the obvious and to accept it.

A Memoir of US Navy Days, over 50 Years Ago— with Geographical and Historical Information

I joined the regular U.S Navy (as distinct from the Naval Reserve) in August, 1954 when I was 17 years old. I had graduated Berkeley High School in June, 1953 at age 16 and was not at all ready for more studies. I had a few part-time and full-time jobs, but was essentially footloose and hanging out with youths who had no positively-focused direction. My dad was the agent in orienting me toward the Navy. The Korean “Police Action” or “Conflict” had officially ended in 1953 through an armistice (there hasn’t been a declaration of war by the US Congress in any armed conflict since the Second World War), but the U.S. government allowed those who joined the military before early 1955 to be eligible for the Korean G.I. Bill, giving me a modest subsidy when I later attended college and university.

[Please click on all images for a clearer view]

I underwent Boot Camp training for 11 weeks at The US Naval Basic Training Center in San Diego. It is no longer there; it is being redeveloped into an “urban village.”

Taking a smoke in the laundry area (all hand washed and hung for drying on these poles) during the short noon break from studies and exercises

Taking a smoke in the laundry area (all hand washed and hung for drying on these poles) during the short noon break from studies and exercises

After Boot Camp I was assigned to the U.S. Naval Electronics “A” School on Treasure Island, California—in the middle of San Francisco Bay.

Treasure Island is a completely flat, artificial island attached to Yerba Buena Island, where the middle of the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge is anchored. The island was built by the federal government for the purpose of staging the Golden Gate International Exposition in the summers of 1939 and 1940 in celebration of the two newly-built bridges. The bridge was dedicated in 1936 and the Golden Gate Bridge was dedicated in 1937. After the exposition, the island was to be an airport for Pan American Airline’s Pacific Rim service of flying boats, including the famous China Clipper. Due to wartime needs, it was soon turned into a naval base from 1941 to 1997.

Teasure Island in SF Bay-Google

Several commands were located there:

  • Naval Receiving station for sailors and Marines bound for duty in Pacific
  • Naval Schools Command
  • Naval Station Command for administering the island
  • Western Sea Frontier Command, including “WESTPAC” (Western Pacific) to which I would later be assigned

After completing my studies to be an electronics technician, I was assigned further training in San Diego for sea duty in a group that would later be ship’s crew to the USS Bon Homme Richard, CVA-31, an Essex Class aircraft carrier then undergoing major reconstruction at the Naval Ship yard at Hunters Point, San Francisco. Hunters Point Naval Shipyard has since been abandoned and has reverted to the City and County of San Francisco.

The Bon Homme Richard has since been scrapped and its famous name is now attached to LHD-6, an Amphibious Assault Ship

The Bon Homme Richard has since been scrapped and its famous name is now attached to LHD-6, an Amphibious Assault Ship

The shipyard modernized the “Bonnie Dick” with, among many other improvements, a canted flight deck, steam catapults and modern electronic equipment, the latter using vacuum tubes because transistors were still in development.

Pavellas, Yarbrough & Cronan

Pavellas, Yarbrough & Cronan

When I was aboard, 1956-1957, we had two Far East “cruises.” We maneuvered and exercised with other ships and took shore leave in many Japanese ports, and in: Okinawa; Subic Bay, The Philippines; and, Hong Kong, BCC. The ship and all the bases in the US on which I was stationed are now all gone. During my service Fidel Castro was fomenting his revolution in Cuba, the Suez Crisis occurred and President Eisenhower enunciated the “Eisenhower Doctrine” which implied that he would send the Marines into Lebanon.

[Please click on the image to see the yellow pin markers indicating our ports of call]

[Please click on the image to see the yellow pin markers indicating our ports of call]

What remains for me are memories of shipboard life, of foreign ports, of great friendships; and, an appreciation for the values of leadership, teamwork and discipline.