I'll be 82-Nov 24th. Sure happy you enjoy the 87th history.I just want the people in Stone to remember the 87th and the part,that Stone became history as to our stay in their city. I think often about my stay there. As i recall right near Redlands there was a Fish and Chip store and the movie theater down the road a bit. As Bob Hope would say-Thanks For The Memories.(Pleasant) Jim If you remember Jim,email me at william.clarke77@ntlworld.com Biography of James P. Hennessey E-345 May 1944 Jim was born November 24, 1925 in Bayonne, NJ. His father died in 1930, leaving his mother to raise him, his three brothers, and six sisters. He attended local schools, received his high school diploma, and entered the Army in March 1944. He had IRTC (Infantry Replacement Training Center) training at Camp Croft in Spartanburg, SC, then proceeded to Ft. Jackson where he was assigned to the 87th. The 87th passed through his hometown when they were shipping out via Camp Kilmer. On Feb 26, 1945, Jim was wounded near Neuenstein, Germany. He was sent to a hospital in Paris, but says: "It was rough on a 19 year old who didn't smoke or drink and not too fond of chocolate ... don't know how I was able to recuperate." Jim was discharged from the Army on December 15, 1945 at Camp Upton, Patchogue, Long Island. He married his wife, the former Dolly Tagliareni, in 1949. They have two sons, and two grandsons. He retired in 1982 after working for 35 years as a mailman for the Bayonne Post Office. Says Jim: "It seems the Acorn patch on my shoulder ended up in my heart, for I feel blessed to have friends in the 87th.'' Here's Jim in his recreation room. Judging by the extensive mug collection, he's been to a lot of reunions.! Jim with wife Dolly JIM HENNESSEY'S SCRAP BOOK WW2 *************************************************************** Gilbert C. Dehnkamp, ex-PFC BAR man I spent a few weeks in Stone as a member of G Company, 345th Infantry, 87th Division. At the time I arrived there, I was only a few days beyond my 19th birthday, which I had celebrated October 20 on the Queen Elizabeth, two days before we arrived in Scotland. Young, strong, and 6'4" tall, I was selected to go up to Glasgow on a small river boat to move the "division baggage" from boats into warehouses and then reload those boxes into goods wagons to be transferred to the Midlands.Therefore I arrived in Stone a few days later than most of my buddies.We were billeted in an old factory located roughly across High Street from the Stone Brewery,whose products I rather liked--in moderation, of course.I am a bit uncertain of the name of the pub nearest our billet, but it was either Black Swan or Blue Swan.The Crown and Anchor was a bit upscale, but very nice. I also had a couple of other special assignments, one as a temporary MP in Hanley, and a second to guard a manor house somewhat out of town after F Company went off to Liverpool to handle outbound "division baggage". During that time, the battalion officers had a party there. When they left, they told us that we could have the ale in the keg that had been tapped, but that a lorry would come the next day to pick up the full keg. The lorry picked up three empties! We left Stone shortly afterward. In 1991, my wife and I spent several days traveling around Britain on a BritRail pass. We spent a few days at an inn outside of Stoke-on-Trent. We were able to arrange to spend a few hours in Stone, but the weather was bad and we left on the first available train. Six years later, I returned on a very cheap British Airways ticket. Got a train from London Saturday AM to Stoke-on-Trent and connected on a single car unit to Stone. Upon arrival, walked down to High Street, had a pint at Crown and Anchor, went on to near the large church, and on return checked out several shops including those in the old Stone Brewery. It was a November day, rather short. At Crown and Anchor, had the traditional fish and chips and another pint before walking on to the railway station to catch that same single car unit on its way to Stafford to connect to London. Gilbert C. Dehnkamp, ex-PFC BAR man And a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you! I do have fond memories of Stone. One of those memories has to do with the very good bread we were served there. I was told that it wan made with high extraction flour, and was much tastier than the typical bread we ate in the USA.. Another had to do with the presence of the WAAF's, WRENS, and ATS girls in the pubs. At just barely 19, and having been brought up by a strict mother, of course I behaved myself; conversation was as far as things went. Gil Dehnkamp PFC G-345 ************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************ And a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you! I do have fond memories of Stone. One of those memories has to do with the very good bread we were served there. I was told that it wan made with high extraction flour, and was much tastier than the typical bread we ate in the USA.. Another had to do with the presence of the WAAF's, WRENS, and ATS girls in the pubs. At just barely 19, and having been brought up by a strict mother, of course I behaved myself; conversation was as far as things went. Gil Dehnkamp PFC G-345
I'll be 82-Nov 24th. Sure happy you enjoy the 87th history.I just want the people in Stone to remember the 87th and the part,that Stone became history as to our stay in their city. I think often about my stay there. As i recall right near Redlands there was a Fish and Chip store and the movie theater down the road a bit. As Bob Hope would say-Thanks For The Memories.(Pleasant) Jim
If you remember Jim,email me at william.clarke77@ntlworld.com Biography of James P. Hennessey E-345
May 1944 Jim was born November 24, 1925 in Bayonne, NJ. His father died in 1930, leaving his mother to raise him, his three brothers, and six sisters. He attended local schools, received his high school diploma, and entered the Army in March 1944. He had IRTC (Infantry Replacement Training Center) training at Camp Croft in Spartanburg, SC, then proceeded to Ft. Jackson where he was assigned to the 87th. The 87th passed through his hometown when they were shipping out via Camp Kilmer. On Feb 26, 1945, Jim was wounded near Neuenstein, Germany. He was sent to a hospital in Paris, but says: "It was rough on a 19 year old who didn't smoke or drink and not too fond of chocolate ... don't know how I was able to recuperate." Jim was discharged from the Army on December 15, 1945 at Camp Upton, Patchogue, Long Island. He married his wife, the former Dolly Tagliareni, in 1949. They have two sons, and two grandsons. He retired in 1982 after working for 35 years as a mailman for the Bayonne Post Office. Says Jim: "It seems the Acorn patch on my shoulder ended up in my heart, for I feel blessed to have friends in the 87th.''
Here's Jim in his recreation room. Judging by the extensive mug collection, he's been to a lot of reunions.!
Jim with wife Dolly
JIM HENNESSEY'S SCRAP BOOK WW2
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I spent a few weeks in Stone as a member of G Company, 345th Infantry, 87th Division. At the time I arrived there, I was only a few days beyond my 19th birthday, which I had celebrated October 20 on the Queen Elizabeth, two days before we arrived in Scotland. Young, strong, and 6'4" tall, I was selected to go up to Glasgow on a small river boat to move the "division baggage" from boats into warehouses and then reload those boxes into goods wagons to be transferred to the Midlands.Therefore I arrived in Stone a few days later than most of my buddies.We were billeted in an old factory located roughly across High Street from the Stone Brewery,whose products I rather liked--in moderation, of course.I am a bit uncertain of the name of the pub nearest our billet, but it was either Black Swan or Blue Swan.The Crown and Anchor was a bit upscale, but very nice. I also had a couple of other special assignments, one as a temporary MP in Hanley, and a second to guard a manor house somewhat out of town after F Company went off to Liverpool to handle outbound "division baggage". During that time, the battalion officers had a party there. When they left, they told us that we could have the ale in the keg that had been tapped, but that a lorry would come the next day to pick up the full keg. The lorry picked up three empties! We left Stone shortly afterward. In 1991, my wife and I spent several days traveling around Britain on a BritRail pass. We spent a few days at an inn outside of Stoke-on-Trent. We were able to arrange to spend a few hours in Stone, but the weather was bad and we left on the first available train. Six years later, I returned on a very cheap British Airways ticket. Got a train from London Saturday AM to Stoke-on-Trent and connected on a single car unit to Stone. Upon arrival, walked down to High Street, had a pint at Crown and Anchor, went on to near the large church, and on return checked out several shops including those in the old Stone Brewery. It was a November day, rather short. At Crown and Anchor, had the traditional fish and chips and another pint before walking on to the railway station to catch that same single car unit on its way to Stafford to connect to London. Gilbert C. Dehnkamp, ex-PFC BAR man And a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you! I do have fond memories of Stone. One of those memories has to do with the very good bread we were served there. I was told that it wan made with high extraction flour, and was much tastier than the typical bread we ate in the USA.. Another had to do with the presence of the WAAF's, WRENS, and ATS girls in the pubs. At just barely 19, and having been brought up by a strict mother, of course I behaved myself; conversation was as far as things went. Gil Dehnkamp PFC G-345 ************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************ And a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you! I do have fond memories of Stone. One of those memories has to do with the very good bread we were served there. I was told that it wan made with high extraction flour, and was much tastier than the typical bread we ate in the USA.. Another had to do with the presence of the WAAF's, WRENS, and ATS girls in the pubs. At just barely 19, and having been brought up by a strict mother, of course I behaved myself; conversation was as far as things went. Gil Dehnkamp PFC G-345