Ancestors of Sarahjane, Nancy, Wade, and William Doyle
Generation No. 1
1.HerbertWadeDoyle, Jr.1, born October 23, 1937 in Charleston, W.Va.. He was the son of 2. HerbertWadeDoyle, Sr. and 3. RunellaLouiseWalters. He married (1) RoslynMiriamGreenberg1 June 21, 1963 in Columbus, Ohio. She was born April 14, 1943 in Columbus, Franklin Co., Ohio. She was the daughter of Sam Simon Greenberg and Florence Wasserstrom.
Notes for Herbert Wade Doyle, Jr.:
Some more facts before I tell you a story. Degrees: Wayland Babtist College (Plainview, Texas)- Bachelor of Science in Occupational Education, Business Management and Electric Power Technology ; Rollins College (Winter Park, Florida) - Associate of Arts, Business Administration and Economics; Community College of the Air Force,- Associate in Applied Science, (1) Work Center Management, (2) Electric Power Technology, (3) Instructor in Technology.
My sister, Nancy Lou, and I were the first twins born at St. Francis Hospital in Charleston, W. Va. on October 23, 1937. It was a wet and windy day. It rained so much that the Kanawha River swelled its banks and my Daddy could not get home in Dunbar, W. Va. that night, so the story goes. My parents owned a white frame house on Frederick St one block from the river. The flood waters ran the street but not into our yard. I don't remember much about living in Dunbar except a pet goose Daddy brought home in our car and put in a cage in the back yard. We had to cross the railroad tracks near our house to get to our street . This is 2002 and I am 64 years old at the time of this writing.
We moved to Bluefield , W. Va. when I was 2 1/2 years of age and lived there in three locations until I was 13 years old or there about. Daddy's job was transferred by Linde Aire Products Co. in the summer of 1940. The first house was at 1308 College Ave on the corner of Maryland Ave. Our house was two stories made of brick with a thorn tree in the front yard were Nancy was always getting bit by the tree. My older sister tell me of the time when she was playing in Billy Wassum's back yard with other neighbor kids her age. My sister Nancy and I followed her except we went in the back door and helped ourselves to the sugar and butter sitting on the Wassum's kitchen table.
The house was sold and we moved in 1942 to Farmer Street and rented a big white house at the end of a dead end street. In the old fenced hunting dog quarters we had chickens and a gardener named Gray Eyes who told us a lot of stores while taking care of the chickens.
We , Nancy and I, went to a little school up on the hill near by for the first grade. Whitethorn School on Maryland Ave was a two room school with first , second and third grades, There, I and other boys, chased the girls into the bathroom and got into trouble. Bad News! Big Time! This was 1943 and we three all came down with scarlet fever. Our house was quarantined and Daddy had to go to a hotel because the Doctor would not let him come home.
I had a special friend, David Platnik, who lived one street behind us. His mother and my mother were friends too as they had the common interest of twins, David had twin brothers. David had a train set which we played with except on the Jewish High Holy Days. (I found out why we did not play those days after I married Roz).
Daddy lost his job and big money and we moved to 1701 Bland St. ,across from St. Lukes Hospital and Goodkoontz Drug store. It too was a big white frame house with a front bay window. Today it is gone, replaced by a used car lot.
We, Nancy and I, went to grade school at Preston Street School. One day, in March 1948, it snowed so bad school was dismissed and we had to go home. Now Nancy and I did not go straight home as we had to stop to play in the snow with some kids. One of the boys let me use a broken sled. We had to sled down a big hill and of course I had to do one more ride before we went home, higher up the hill in the woods. On the way down at a good speed I hit a stump covered with snow and lost control. That's when I went under a parked truck and split my head open with blood ever where . Nancy was yelling ," Don't let him die." while I went up to a house and asked for help. Two things saved my life. A vet from the war came running, applied a pressure point and took me to the hospital. The second and of course the most important was my brand new War War II pilot's helmet, lined with thick sheep skin wool. I had bought it by saving money from selling "GRIT" newspapers. The helmet saved my life as the cut on my head was less than 1/8 inch from my brain. So much for a sled ride.
Then I went to Fairview Jr. High School (which has been torn down) and met my first puppy love , a girl named Arlean. She could not go to the big dance with me because she was a Jewish girl and her mother would not here of it. I also had the chore at home Durning the winter to keep the furnace hot. I was not to good at that as I spent a lot of time doing my school home work watching the fire. It keep going out. The only time the house was warm is when my grandfather came to town. My chore in the summer was to keep the small garden in the back yard growing. Weeds had a field day. Playing was what I wanted to do. On the way home from school for lunch one day I broke my arm going after an apple in a tree behind the hospital. DUMB. I could have broke my neck. I was lucky though, because while the doctor was setting the compound fracture, he discovered a small tumor which was begnine.
We moved again. This time to Glenwood Park, about 8 miles east of Bluefield, and Nancy and I went to Princeton High School for four years finishing at 17 years of age. We lived in a big house set on fourteen areas of land with a barn and chicken coop. I got to take care of chickens and raise one and a half areas of food for the family. My skills as a farmer had improved. I also caddied at the local golf course and learned to play. (I am still not a good golfer.) I became a member of the Pocalier Club , a pin pal club for the Norfork and Western Railway, and that is how I met my first true love (joke) Susanne Long. She lived in Roanoke, Va., just down the street from my cousin Bonnie Jo. She was Baptist and her father did not want his little girl going with a Methodist. He caught us smooching in his living room and "Pop Went The Wesel". This love did not last long. She wrote me a "Dear John" letter my first year in the Air Force. ( By the way my father was raised Methodist and my mother Baptist. I guess that was a mixed marriage.)
When I graduated from high school I did not have the $35.00 for tuition to go to the local collage or the bus fair to get there so I joined the Air Force at age 17. I had 50 cents in my pocket when I went, June 6, 1955, to Samson AFB , New York on the finger lakes near Geneva for basic training. It was cold but we cleaned the beach for the dependents to go swimming and I had a fight with another airman. Loss a tooth, got in trouble, and had to clean the stairs with a tooth brush to teach me a lesson in patience. From there I went to Shepard AFB, Wichita Falls, Texas were I learned to be an Aircraft Electrical Tech and to dodge dust storms. I learned another lesson because I got into fight with a big guy and loss another tooth. "Don't be so quick to hit someone when they call you a name." (The reason for first and second fight.)
My first real duty assignment was at Westover AFB, Springfield, Mass. about March 1956 and I worked on F-86 fighter planes. I was indirectly evolved in the accident of a plane blowing up. The crew chief ask me to turn on the power after he had changed a fuel pump. Boom. I was lucky again, no one was hurt. The commander had said the day before that one more accident and he would be replaced and sure enough he was replaced. I went TDY (temporary duty) to Yuma, AZ. and learned there was a place that was warm in the winter. We had flown there in a two engine cargo plane, and froze. I also saw the dirt streets and night life of a border town in Mexico.
Then Sept 1957 I was assigned Goose Bay AFB. in Newfoundland and worked on F-89 fighter planes. Now this is one cold place but not the coldest place I have been. We got a lot of snow. I also found out were my ex commander went. You got it, my new commander. (Note: My folks had moved to Tucson , Arizona in 1958.) My second true love was Dona Zigler in New London , Conn. I had meet her in Springfield just as I was leaving and we wrote while I was in Goose Bay. I spent two great weeks in New London when I returned from cold country. She wanted me to convert to be an Episcopalian, "When we get married", her words. We had different idea as to what that meant and I am not sure to this day as to what I would have been converting. She wanted me to go to work at the local ship yard . I re-enlisted at the beginning of my next duty station and she broke up with me .
My next duty was Lockborne AFB., Columbus ,Ohio, September 1958 to October 1963. I changed fields to be an In flight Aircraft Refueling Tech. While I was there I went to a lot of places TDY. We went to Lajus Field in the Azores twice. While there one night Airman Fish and I were working on a KC-97 Tanker and we turned the job over to another crew. Ten minutes after we left one of the crew members walked through the prop and was killed. The little village on the beach had great wine and cheese so we went there to relax. Speaking of relaxing. We Spent R and R (rest and recuperation) in England twice for 10 days each were I met Jennifer Crook in Queen Mary's Rose Garden at the tea house. She showed me London and the sites. Went once to Spain for 10 days and saw Seville with a beautiful escort . About the 21 day of December 1961 in Columbus I was a passenger in an auto wreck and was thrown about twenty feet into a field of snow. I had multiple injuries and spent 6 months in the hospital. Again I was lucky. The driver and the occupants of the other car died. After about four more months I was able to go back to work full time and the Cuba Crise happen. So off to Platsburg AFB, N.Y., TDY were I found out how good a kitchen sink Pisa was. Great. Then to Goose Bay for a few days in the snow. Oh Brother.
I met Roz and fell in love for the first time really and even thought she was Jewish we were able to work that out. We have been married for 39 years at this writing. I married Roz June 21, 1963 and we moved to Pease AFB in New Hampshire across the bay from Maine. We were only there for three months when I was off to school to Shepard AFB, Texas (again) to be a Missile Faculties Tech for the Atlas program. Roz was pregnant with our first child, Davita Anne. Roz went home to Columbus to have the baby, and then joined me in Texas. So I went fishing with a friend and a very very large "White Tornado" (went across the river first) bounced out of the sky and made a mess of the base. Covered my car with two inches of mud. I did not catch any fish either.
We went to Lincon AFB at Lincon Neb. Sep 1964 and was there until the Air Force closed down the Atlas program. This was a very cold place to be in the winter when a snow storm buried the car in four feet of snow. I worked in a dangerous place called a missile silo and one night almost went kboom.
Off we went to Fairchild AFB, Spokane Wash. in 1966. I again changed fields to become an Aero Space Ground Equipment Repairman. ( Note: Roz's folks moved to Tucson, AZ. in 1968) Jefferson was born. I was there. He weighed eleven pounds, two and a quarter oz at birth and has not lost and oz since. But I was soon to go TDY to Okinawa for three months, back home for a while and then to Guam for six months. In route to those places I stopped in Alaska, still not the coldest place I have been. I also stopped in Japan. I was promoted to TSgt in Gaum. On the way back home a TSgt needed to leave early so I gave up my seat to him. The plane crashed on Wake Island and he was one of the few who was killed.
When I got back to Fairchild I had orders to go to Okinawa and report January 1969. Ros could not go with me at that time because she was pregnant and a lack of housing on Okinawa. She went to Tucson were she stayed with her parents. Jay was born in Aug 1969. Traveling alone with three children Roz joined me in Okinawa but was late because she missed the plane and had to catch the next one. Yep I had to go TDY to the Philippines for a week during a cyclone. Butch was borne at Camp Kue Hospital on Nov 13, 1970 and shortly there after Okinawa became once more part of Japan. Boy did all the rules change and when were not under the USA. I made MSgt in the 376 th Bomb Wing. Roz and I were able to go to Tapia City in Taiwan for some fun with the help of our Okinawa friends who looked after the kids. I also became a Freemason near the end of my stay in Okinawa with the Grand Lodge of Japan and we stayed until 1973.
I ask to go to the southwest but the Air Force sent me to Patrick AFB., Fa. were I became a MFT on the Titan Launch Pad , 40 and 41. Wow ! We launched missiles to space and to Mars.
About May 1975 we went to Wichita Falls, Texas, Shepard AFB, what again, to write the Career Development Course and to teach MFTs for the Titan program. I joined the Scottish Rite and Shrine. I made SMSgt and this was our longest stateside assignment of 3 years, 3 mounts, and 10 days. We did the normal things that families do.
And then off we went to Grand Forks AFB, Grand Forks, ND in May of 78. The coldest place I have ever been . The telephone pole is the state tree and the mosquito is the state bird. Flat as a pancake with nothing in the way to the North Pole. I was the Branch Chief for the Minute Man Missile Facilities Repair with 143 men and women working for me. After 18 mounts of cold weather I retired from the Air Force 31 Jan , 1980 and moved to Tucson 1 Jan 1980 .
Then 15 Jan 1980 I went to work for Industrial Time Systems and bought it in May 1981. We bought a house and settled down to work and to raising a family. I also joined Adobe Lodge and demitted to the Grand lodge of AZ. I became a Past Master, then for 10 years the Treasurer and after a year and half I am The Treasurer again. Davita and I played in Rainbow and then she got married to a Captain in the Air Force. She and Kurt had three boys . Rox and I had to go off and visit them when we had time from the business. In 1989 I sold the Clock part of the business and only sold Fire Alarm systems to electric contractors. Jay married and has three girls . This is 2002. What did I do for 20 years. Work. I retired.
More About Herbert Wade Doyle, Jr.:
Military service: Bet. June 06, 1955 - January 31, 1980, USAF Retired SMsgt
Occupation 1: Bet. January 15, 1980 - December 01, 1998, Tucson, Owner, Industrial Electronic Systems
Occupation 2: November 15, 2001, Tech for Simplex Grinnell in Tucson, Az.
Retirement: May 15, 2002, Tucson Az
More About Roslyn Miriam Greenberg:
Occupation: Sec/Tre
More About Herbert Doyle and Roslyn Greenberg:
Marriage: June 21, 1963, Columbus, Ohio
