By: John Manocchio, Camp Reporter
The following is a story of the life of Altoona, Pa, boys in the CCC camp at Winslow, Arizona.
The first thing I want to tell the parents in Altoona who have their sons here is what kind of camp this is and the kind of work done here. This is a forestry camp under the Department of Agriculture. We are located in the Sitgreaves National Forest.
The work done under the forestry service, includes road construction, building telephone lines, and building miles of fences for the ranchers. Also, construction of stack tanks to hold water for the cattle when it rains.
This part of Arizona has much timber. Common trees are juniper, cedar, and yellow pine. Not far from camp is the largest yellow pine in the United States.
All the Altoona boys are enjoying themselves very much. Here in camp each Saturday and Sunday most of the boys go for a hike to the nearest ranches. Some play ball and pitch horse shoes. Since it is so warm here in the day, they go swimming in the nearby creek.
At present every crew in camp is working on the Chevelon Butte. A historic place where the famous Indian called Geronimo made his stand to fight the soldiers after the Civil War. Geronimo’s fort is located on the top of Chevelon Butte which is about 9000 feet above sea level and located about eleven miles from camp.
From the top of the butte one can see as far as the eye can. Looking over many mountains, canyons and hundreds of miles of Arizona waste land. The Chevelon Butte is a very large mountain and the top has a level plateau of more than 200 feet.
The boys also have built a ranger fire station on the top of the butte since it is so high. The rangers can see everything from there. Not far from Chevelon Butte is the Tonto Rim where the late Zane Grey wrote many of his western novels.
Most of the boys from the East never dreamed they would see such wonderful things here in the West.
Brazzo, who holds an advanced first aid card, hurriedly applied treatment to the wound and then started to rush the woman to the Winslow Hospital. Remembering that the truck could not go over 30 miles an hour he flagged a passing motorist and transferred her to the faster car.
CCC Legacy Journal: Vol. 34, Issue 2 - March April 2010
Remembering Tally Perrizzo, Co. 715
By: Norman C. Horton
Tally Perrizzo was the mess Sergeant at Co. 715, a CCC camp in Caledonia, MN in 1934. I was a platoon leader. Once in a while, Tally and I would BS about school subjects in the company kitchen at night. Tally was very intelligent. He had a quick wit, good sense of humor and made quick quips in the midst of conservation.
One time I had a broken jaw and it was wired shut. I came into the mess hall that evening and sat down at my usual six man table. We were fed boarding home style. Of course, there was nothing I could eat.
All of a sudden, I could see two KP’s coming towards my table. They wore white chef caps, white jackets and aprons and they were carrying trays on upraised hands. There were 400 guys in the mess hall plus officers in their own section.
Just then I hear Tally say over the loudspeaker, “We will now serve Curley Horton his supper.” I looked at the officers. They were choking, trying to hold back their “guffaws”. All the rest in the dining hall were roaring with laughter. I wanted to crawl in a hole and pull it in after me. The trays contained several straws, clear soup and a glass of milk.
Eventually, Tally was sent to St. John’s University at Collegeville, MN and became a Priest specializing in education. When I last heard of Tally, he had finished a tour as Principal of Lourdes High School in Rochester, MN. Lourdes is rated as the top Catholic Education School. Tally developed cancer, resigned and died shortly after.
His fellow priests said Tally was well known for his quick wit, humor and sharp witty barbs. A characteristic he retained his whole life. Thanks Tally, for the clear soup and straws. Rest in peace.
PS. This is how I came to have a broken jaw. I was walking with three friends along the sidewalk going downtown in Caledonia, MN. It was dusk and approaching darkness. All of a sudden something hit me square in the mouth. I was knocked clean out into the street. I managed to stay on all fours. I did not want to go down flat. I saw the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper and Orion, plus a lot of other stars. A guy had run out of the darkness of the alley and nailed me.
I saw a man running and my friends chasing after him. They were unable to catch him. It was apparent that I was the guy’s target as there were four of us walking in a group.
I made it back to the CCC Company hospital and the doctor wired my broken jaw shut.