"Teenage Warrior is primarily about the effect WWII had on 'baby brothers' who watched older brothers leave home to serve their country. Being left behind, feeling useless, and all the normal frustrations of early teens. Bill became a 'teenage delinquent' before the term was coined. He wrangled his way into the Navy at 15 and soon had doubts that he could handle it. Remembering his Dad's words, 'I'll help you get in but won't help you get out', he served 32 months during the war. 26 months were spent at sea and 12 months were spent in combat zones. The WWII tales in this book vary from "serious" to humorous. Bill survived the explosion of the Chicago Naval Ammunition Depot, hurricane Cobra, a surprise Japanese 'Betty' bombing of B29's at Tinian, and a "psycho ward" on Roi Namur Island. The book is full of surprises as Bill remembers some of the good times he had even in the face of battle. Bill became a WWII Veteran, same as his four older brothers."--Back cover.

Silver Threads and Golden Strands

Memoir of a Teenage WarriorBy William Farmer Sr.

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Copyright © 2011 William Farmer Sr.
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ISBN: 978-1-4567-6594-1

Chapter One

Searching For Truth And Peace

TRY NOT TO BE OFFENSIVE, A PEACEFUL life is better for everyone's sake. In my way of thinking, "Politically Correct", seems to be a way to spin fiction into truth to fit their goals. "The Golden Rule" has stood the test of time, and has served me quite well. It has a better overall return than Wall Street.

Based on my calculations, Mississippi's population was about 51% African American, 47% "White" and 2% "Indian" when I was born. This mix allowed us to understand and appreciate other people's values, and respect their rights. Our community had a mutual respect and concern for one another. People survived because we knew who was most needy, had true concern, and everyone gave whatever they could spare to keep the oldest and weakest alive. Death was never far away in the 1930s. Don't get me wrong, I know several rural counties in Mississippi were not that way; just like side of beef, there are choice/prime cuts, and then many tough cuts. We lived in a good community. Humans, like animals, respond in kind, to the way in which they are treated.

Faith, Then Religion

Regardless of race or ethnic differences, people in my neighborhood had "Christian Love" for the people they knew. On the other hand, all of us were skeptical of strangers until we were satisfied that they were trustworthy. Their status was earned or lost by their behavior.

My family tree has produced and nourished strong faith for centuries, but the variety of religions has been a source of many disputes. Some misguided people put their religion first. Every denomination thinks, absolutely, that they are the "Right Church". I will argue about many things, but not religion. To me, spirituality means "Strong Faith and Righteous Living".

Farmer Family History

The Farmer Family has been traced back to England. They moved to Scotland to find work and more freedom. The English Parliament tolerated a Roman Catholic king until his wife gave him a male heir. Then, Parliament invited "William of Orange" over from The Netherlands, in a bloodless coup, to be King of England. His mother was an English princess. That was early in the 1600s.

A war between England and Scotland came along soon thereafter and the Farmer boys, with many other Scotsmen, fought for the Queen of Scots; they ultimately lost. As recompense, the cocky, young King of England went to a village in Scotland and demanded that the Scots pay allegiance to him. Being "HARD HEADED", the Scots refused to kiss his ring. The vengeful King had every man, woman, and child in that village massacred. In a 1972 visit to Scotland, I found no locals who loved the "Brits". Over 350 years, have passed and very little has changed in Scots' attitudes toward the British.

Our family tree is hard to trace because our ancestors had a price on their heads when they left Scotland and went to Ireland. They took the first available ship to America and laid low for hundreds of years because they were afraid of being turned in as English traitors. They settled in Carolina Colony, blended in quietly for almost two centuries.

My daughter-in-law found that the territory of the colony extended from the present southern line of Virginia to the St. Johns, in Florida. The first permanent settlement was Charles Town, on the St Johns River. It was established by the English in 1670. This historic site is preserved to this day, a few miles outside of present day Charleston, South Carolina.

Eventually, those families split out to different places. For many years, my forefathers lived in Wilkes County, Georgia. During General Sherman's march to the sea, his troops left court houses and our family records burned to ashes. It has been said that later, after the ratification in 1831 of the Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek, two brothers and their families set out for a Choctaw reservation in Scott County, Mississippi. It may have been there that a Choctaw Maiden entered our family and added that great heritage to our bloodline.

As these families traveled, they kept track of their mileage in a very unique fashion. I've been told that one spoke in a rear wheel of the wagons was painted white; so, the children could take turns counting the turn of the wheel each day. The circumference of the wheel was 21 feet. It would take the following calculation to determine the number of miles covered in a day: Turns X 21' = Total feet divided by 5,280. Hey, it gave the kids something to do that was useful and kept them occupied on a long trip. As a father of five, I can see the need to keep the "are we there yet" questions to a minimum.

One family decided to stay at a small Creek Village with an assortment of log cabins near the fall line of the Black Warrior River. It was a village named in honor of the legendary Indian, Chief Tuscaloosa. Today it is the home of the University of Alabama.

My great grandfather, Perry de Layfette Farmer, and family continued to Harperville in Mississippi. Harperville was a small community that centered its economy on a flour mill that was built and ran by George Harper in 1868. My granddad, Joseph Bonaparte Farmer, Sr., was one of Perry's sons. I don't know for sure; but, he may have been named after Napoleon Bonaparte's brother, the King of Naples, who later came to America to start a new life just as our family had.

Grampa Farmer was about a quarter Choctaw, as best we know. His mother, Nancy Elizabeth Wheelus Farmer, taught him to speak the Choctaw language. He was a kind, peaceful and loving man. He had many traits that reflected Native American culture.

Grampa was an Ecologist before that name was created. He loved his land and tried to leave it better than it was when he received it. He was a deputy sheriff at one time and his job was collecting back taxes. Houses owned by poor African Americans were old and valued low; but, often they could not pay their taxes. Grampa paid for a few elderly couples when he had enough money. He was repaid in some cases. People did the best they could; everyone was just surviving.

Grampa was born in April 1866. He never learned to drive a car. He had a buggy and an old horse named Frank. Grampa liked bananas. When he ate one in his buggy, he tossed the peeling to Frank. I never knew if Frank liked banana peelings, or if he was just hungry enough to eat anything. Frank died in 1937. Digging a grave for a horse with pick and shovel is a massive undertaking.

I want to pause here for a "word from my Sponsor". In my view, there actually is only one race, "The Human Race". We are all equal in the sight of God. If you are a person who does not believe there is a God, you can see the "Creator" in His Creation. If you can't see that, join the Marines, volunteer for Afghanistan, serve in combat, and you will see more clearly!

On Mother's side, The Matheneys were French Huguenots. They moved to England four hundred years ago to escape death threats. In 1620, Cardinal Richelieu was the "Head of Church and State" in France. He persecuted non-Catholics, as Saul of Tarsus did the Christians at the beginning of the early church. Eventually, that situation was the reason our forefathers cited the need for...