[ConorMacNessa]

Outstanding, Kathy!

My Dad was quite good at knot-making, having gone through Navy Boot Camp in WWII. He used to show us how to tie bowlines, etc. during his later life. By the time I joined the Navy, there was absolutely no training in knots or, for that matter, any other aspect of marlinspike seamanship.

About the only thing I learned about knots in the Navy was the difference between a square knot and a granny knot - and God help you if you tied your kerchief in a granny knot!



Where are the survivors of the massacre at Benghazi? The silence of the Obama Regime on this question is deafening!

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[Kathy in Alaska]

Long, long ago I used to teach knot tying to my brother’s Webelos den. And I don’t remember what age, but teaching the little guys how to tie a tie. LOL!

Square knots and granny knots...boy, does that bring back memories. d:o)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Camp Clairborne was located near Alexandria, LA. This was about the 3rd week of July 1943. It was a very hot and humid area in a large camp. We were located about seven miles back from the main gate. We were housed in one story tar paper covered barracks, heated with small pot bellied, sheet metal, wood­ burning stoves. Water put on the wooden floors to scrub them ran through the cracks before you could use a mop. I believe the unit was the 365th Engineers. Everyone in the unit was a Specialist of some sort. They built a new Officers Club there using entirely Engineer Troop Specialists. After picking up cigarette butts for two days I volunteered to drive a truck. Surprise, I actually ended up with a Military Driver's license and drove a truck daily. I would start the day by getting a load of fresh, hot bread from the Bakery, then meet a friend who was hauling milk, butter and eggs. We would slice open a loaf of warm bread, put a cube of butter in it, and, along with a quart of milk, started a nice new day.

Not a bad way to start the day. LOL!