A Slice of Life
Bill LItes
The most challenging thing about boat duty on the Hector, was that when not in use, the boat crews had to keep all the boats tied off to the Boat 
Boom, which was permanently attached to, and located, toward the aft portion of the ship. When a boat was required for any reason, the boat crew had to walk out on the Boat Boom to where their boat was tied-off, and go down the Jacob’s ladder to the boat. Then when they were done with the boat, they had to tie it off to the Painter Line, and climb up the Jacob’s ladder to the Boat Boom, and back to the ship. The first few times I had to do that, I had to walk very slow and it was very scary, since the 1”x 8” catwalk attached to the top of the beam, we had to walk on, was highly varnished, to protect it from the salty environment. This made it very slippery when wet, and I felt like I was “Walking the Plank” every time I went to or from the ship to a boat.
It didn’t take long for the routine to become quite boring, and with duty only every 4th day, we ended up spending a lot of time on liberty at the 
Enlisted Men’s Club or in Sasebo itself. Finally, after months of this routine, the ship made a trip to Hong Kong, to give the crew an opportunity to be exposed to other cultures of the world, and for a chance at some different scenery.
The city that I knew as Hong 
Kong in 1957, was built into the hills surrounding it, and reminded me of the Mexican border cities of Juarez or Tijuana (except a lot cleaner & more beautiful), where a person could buy anything very reasonably. I bought a tailor-made Navy blue uniform and a beautiful Chinese Cheongsam silk dress for DiVoran for next to nothing, compared to what they would have cost in the states.
Tours of the island were very interesting and informative. At the time, one area I remember was the ancient Aberdeen Floating Village, sometimes called the “Sea of Dead Ships,” where many of Hong 
Kong’s 60,000 boat dwellers lived. Here the boats had been tied so closely together, over so many years, that a person could step from one boat to the next, all the way across a portion of Aberdeen Harbor. The only boats that could get out of that mass, were the ones on the outer edge.
Located in Victoria harbor, were several large multi-deck floating restaurants, which served some of the most delicious authentic Chinese food I ever tasted. From the deck of the restaurant, it looked like one whole hillside was completely devoid of any vegetation and grey in color. When I asked about it, I was told that it was the “Pauper’s Burial Grounds”, where people with no money were buried, then after several years, their gravesite was dug up and another person would be buried there…and so on. That Chinese tradition must have been going on for centuries, involving an awful lot of people, to leave such a large scar on that hillside.
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Honolulu was everything the travel brochures advertise it to be. That was a marvelous time, with swimming, snorkeling, surfing, touring, and an occasional wonderful and delicious evening luau, with lots of pretty hula dancers.
the type of repairs not extensive enough to require a shipyard. The USS Jason (AR-8), the sister ship we were relieving, had her steam up and was ready to head back to California when we arrived. There was a brief “Changing of the Guard” ceremony, then the Jason was gone, and we began the work for which the ship had been designed.
many boat engines used by the ship, as well as boat duty. Since we were tied up to a buoy in Sasebo harbor, anyone needing to leave the ship to go anywhere (ship to ship, or ship to shore) had to go by boat. There was the Captain’s Gig, used by the Captain and the other ship’s officers, and the Liberty Launches, used to transport the ship’s enlisted personnel and for every other task know to man. The three-man crew for each boat consisted of a Boatswain’s mate, a Quartermaster and an Engineman. This meant the ship had to supply enough three-man crews to man all the boats the ship might have in the water at any one time, and still maintain adequate shipboard operations.
four years of schooling at the 
was stationed at Barksdale AFB, Louisiana, just four hours away from us. We drove over frequently to spend a weekend with them.
about giving ourselves a graduation present by joining them in Hawaii for a visit. We were getting really excited about that prospect.
before Fred graduated in May, dad was promoted again and reassigned to Wright-Patterson AFB, in Dayton, Ohio. It was quite a bit of culture shock to go from tropical Hawaii to winter in Ohio in a few short weeks!
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