Living at the Statue of Liberty


Friends who lived with us at the Statue of Liberty in 1937. It was then referred to as Bedloes Island. Military families, who lived at nearby Governors Island were sometimes quartered in homes st the Statue. Though only four, at this time I do have memories of playing with my friends and riding the ferry boat. I have seen the Statue many times, when traveling overseas and visiting New York. It always feels very familiar to me. Not many believe me when I tell them I once lived there. —Hudson Phillips

VA History: Soldier’s Homes

One hundred and twenty-seven (127) years ago, on August 27, 1888, the cooperative relationship between federal and state soldiers’ homes was formalized in a Congressional act “to provide aid to state or territorial homes for the support of disabled soldiers and sailors of the United States.”

image001A handful of states established soldiers homes during the Civil War, well before the Federal system of hospitals-homes was authorized in 1865. The earliest state home was established near Boston, Massachusetts, in 1862. Before the Civil War ended, on March 3, 1865, Congress authorized the first Federal system hospital-home–known as the National Home for Disabled Volunteer Soldiers (NHDVS)–specifically for veterans of the U.S. (Union) volunteer forces. The National Home was the ancestral origins of today’s VA health care system. Read the rest of this entry »

A Return to Fort Davis 2005 in the former Panama Canal Zone

by Hudson Phillips

Fort Davis is referred to as “Davis,” or in local dialect, “Dah-vees.” (Roads into Davis are unmarked.) The former military base is still “present,” but, to keep this in military terms, it is “not accounted for.” Former officer and non-commissioned quarters are now the homes of Panamanians and some new homes and condos have been constructed on the former military base. Local residents are, generally, very helpful in giving travel directions but it is always important to remember that you are a stranger in what is now THEIR neighborhood. Our visit included 88 year old Col. Ernie Nelson ret. (A former Post Chaplain at Davis in the ‘50s), and his daughter, Karen. I represented, my father Col. Hudson Phillips, now deceased. (former Protestant chaplain at Davis at the beginning of World War II) and his family. Fort Davis experienced many changes during and since the periods that we had lived on the Post and it took us some time make adjustments.

The old post theater was our beginning point. The movies that I saw there as a child are now hailed as “cinema classics”: Beau Geste, King Kong, Citizen Kane and so many others. The classy art deco building is recognizable today, though in a terrible state of neglect. Some of us remember the days when a special bugle call summoned people to the evening feature from all points of Fort Davis. Most walked to the movies and that path is ingrained in their minds. Karen realized that, when she lived at Davis, she could see the theater from her house. Though doctored and embellished by landscapers and carpenters, the location of the house is apparent. Chaplain Nelson got out of the car and straightened up to his full 6’2. It was clear that he was becoming a colonel again. With a little more effort we found Karen’s other home and the Post swimming pool. The gym was around the corner. Karen had been in some kind of competition at the time she had lived there so we both peered in and imagined the thousands of basketball games and the oceans of sweat. We continued to push for MORE, MORE. Read the rest of this entry »

Life at the Statue of Liberty

IOutlay of the Statue of Liberty and Bedloes IslandMG_20141123_0014_NEW-3by Hudson Phillips

People are skeptical when I tell them that we were quartered for a short time at the Statue of Liberty in l935 that was then Bedloes island. This image of the Statue indicates the structures that on the island at that time. Part are the remains of an old fort and some housed people who work there. The long flat roof building to the lower right had two story apartments. They are consistent with what I remember.Though my dad was stationed at Governors Island, I spent my days with my mother and grandmother in the proximity of the Statue. I was four. My memories are broken up into what I have been told I did and those that I clearly experienced. I remember the arrival of some of the great passenger ships. We had a wide window on the second floor and we would all lie on the bed and store the moments. The ferry rides were frequent and also made a lasting impression. I rather took the statue for granted. When I played with my chums I assumed that other children had statues like this next to their houses.

Wanted: A Permanent Home

IMG_0933The Museum of the American Military Family & Learning Center needs your help. We’ve found a building to buy in Albuquerque, NM, and can take immediate possession with $35,000 down, and open the doors this summer.

MAMF honors Military Families—of all branches and all generations—If we all pitch in, we can help create a permanent museum showcasing Military Families.

All supporters will be recognized in the museum in a permanent display. Together, we can do this!

They are an all-volunteer 501c3 nonprofit. Your contribution will help make this a reality.


We’ve Found a Building For MAMF–Please Help Us Buy it!

After years of looking, the Museum of the American Military Family has found a great building in a perfect location in Albuquerque, NM.

It will cost around $220,000 to buy. With your support, we can create a physical museum and library dedicated to our unique culture.

Your tax deductible contribution in any amount will help us continue to:

Honor America’s Military Families
Share their stories
Preserve their legacies
Recognize the countless men, women and children who stand beside America’s Service Members
We are a 501c3 nonprofit with an all-volunteer Board. Your support will be acknowledged in the museum building.

It will take all of us to create this unique museum–we appreciate your support!

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Moving to Germany—(Not the Recommended Way)

By Circe Olson Woessner

The curious thing about memories is that some details are quite clear, and others are foggy. This memory is how I remember the sequence of events unfolding, although the timeline might be flawed…27 years is a long time ago!

Erik, Bad Hersfeld, Germany

Erik, Bad Hersfeld, Germany

When it became obvious that we were moving to Germany, I got excited. Ft Sill was no longer interesting to me and I was eager to move onto my next adventure.

A true Army wife, (albeit brand new) I could shuck off an old life and location and embrace, full-on, a new one. Once a decision was made, I’d go full-speed ahead.

When my husband’s orders came, even though he had a couple of months left of school, I suggested I go over to Germany and stay with my parents who were living in Heidelberg.

My reasoning was this: I could start scouting out Bad Hersfeld– it was only a few hours away. I could get us a place lined up. Because our toddler was quite a distraction in our lives, my husband was not opposed to having some peace and quiet to study.

To save money, I decided to try to fly “Space A” out of Tinker Air Force Base, OK. We arrived at the BOQ and checked in with the other Space A people. Then the waiting began…my husband had to get back to school, so Erik and I spent 2-3 days waiting for a flight. We waited, eagerly, then impatiently, and finally admitted defeat.  I was not a high priority and because I had a child, there were additional considerations- which resulted in delaying our departure.

I called my husband who came and got us and took us back to Ft Sill.

Two weeks later,  we coughed up the money for a ticket, and drove to Dallas where Erik and I boarded a commercial Delta flight for Frankfurt.  Read the rest of this entry »