10-06-2021: Nice little exchange today. I'll put a link to the VERY LARGE photo at the end of this section. It looks to me as if it's a presentation for the benefit of some hospitalized personnel. I think I see a caduceus on the clothing of the sleepy guy at our left.

From: "Brad Shirakawa" bshirakawa@hotmail.com
To: "fsheffi1@san.rr.com" Cc:
Sent: Wednesday October 6 2021 12:57:54PM
Subject: Parks 1954
Mr Sheff;
Found your site online... wondering if you have any knowledge of this event at Parks in August of 1954? Some entertainment for the men? No worries if you don't know.... Much thanks!
Brad Shirakawa

From: frank sheffield
Sent: Wednesday, October 6, 2021 1:05 PM
To: 'Brad Shirakawa' bshirakawa@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: Parks 1954
Hello, Brad,
That event is completely unfamiliar to me, but surely looks interesting. I wonder where all those people are today. Were you there for that, or at that time? I'll put the image and your inquiry on the Parks page, if you like.
Frank Sheffield
San Diego CA
USA

Brad Shirakawa To: frank sheffield
Hi Frank:
I'm researching some old images, but I wasn't quite born yet in 1954. One woman in the photo is still alive, but isn't doing very well. They all came from the Buddhist Temple in Alameda, I presume as entertainment. Sure, put it out there and we'll see if we get lucky. Sure appreciate your help! Thanks!
Brad Shirakawa

The PHOTO

05-05-2021

From ABTonne:

My story at Parks AFB began in 1952 when my dad, Captain Alvin B. Tonne, was relieved of flight duties at Davis Monthan AFB, Tucson, Arizona (at his request because of recurrent nightmares reliving two crashes he had survived, bailing out of B-50s over the mountains of Arizona and in the water off of Goose Bay, Labrador) and assigned duties as Provost Marshal and later (when he was promoted to Major) Squadron Commander of a basic training squadron at Parks. I was 5 years old at the time and worshipped my father. I am the first born of we four siblings. A sister and brother (Cynthia and John) joined our family in Arizona and my baby sister (Judy) was born at the hospital/clinic at Parks AFB in August of 1956.

My earliest memories of Parks revolve around Saturday excursions to the base with my dad in the Jeep he had been issued to help carry out his duties as Provost. Saturday was the day he would finalize paperwork from the previous week or just check on any Friday night mayhem that may have taken place in his absence. We lived in Hayward which is about 11 miles from the base. I loved that old Jeep, partially because I felt like I was in the military when I rode in it, but mainly because on the days when my dad would come home in the Jeep he always made sure to leave a small box (the two piece size) of Chiclets gum under the seat for me to “discover”. As Squadron Commander, on occasion he would inspect the troops on a Saturday morning and he would take me along so I could watch the inspection. He was strict, but never unfair in his inspection review. I think at that young age I was already forming a decision of what my avocation would be. I enlisted in the Air Force in 1968 and spent the next 22 years serving our country, retiring as a MSgt in 1990. But, I digress.



Another activity that was especially memorable and fun for my sister and me was the auction that my parents enjoyed attending in the area. Can’t remember where exactly it was located, but I do remember a huge red barn where the auction was conducted. My parents let us kids play with other children whose parents were at the auction and we had a blast playing all the games so popular with kids back then; tag, hide and seek, etc... I recall also motorcycle hill climbs that took place, somewhere near the base, off the road that came from Hayward to the base. It seemed impossible to me that anyone could climb the side of a dirt hill, that was at least 100 feet high and straight up, on a motorcycle without killing themselves. Actually the hill was probably only about 30 feet high at probably a 45 degree angle. Still, it was exciting to see the riders attempt the climb and sometimes succeed, as we drove by.

I have many more memories of our life in Hayward that were all a direct result of dad’s being stationed at Parks AFB; endless afternoons playing street ball with the kids on our street; numerous trips over the Oakland Bay Bridge, through Oakland to San Francisco where we were treated to lunch at #9 Fisherman’s Wharf; attending the East West Shrine Bowl game (just dad and me); attending the 10th Anniversary meeting of the United Nations Assembly in San Francisco, June 1955; seeing the Grand National Rodeo with my dad at the Cow Palace in San Francisco 1955 with head liner Rex Allen and his talented horse Koko. Then there was the infamous incident in early 1956 on a Wednesday evening at First Baptist Church in Hayward. The church was having new sewer lines installed and the ditch was at the front edge of the parking lot next to the building. I was teasing my sister, Cindy, which caused her to try to retaliate against me. She was chasing me and I tried to jump over the dirt pile along the edge of the sewer line ditch. I misjudged the height of the dirt pile, tripped and fell head first on the sharp edge of the front bumper of one of the cars. My forehead had a one inch gash and I was bleeding profusely. I ran into the church trying to locate my mother who scooped me up, yelled for my dad and hurried to our 1954 two tone blue and white Dodge station wagon. Fifteen minutes later I was in the emergency room of the Parks AFB clinic where it was determined I would survive and two butterfly bandaids were applied to my gashed forehead. I remember being so relieved I did not have to get stitches. My last memory of Parks AFB was the series of vaccinations we had to receive before we rotated to dad’s next assignment as Personnel officer for the 18th Tac Fighter Wing at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa in the fall of 1956. I was 9 years old when we made that move. The nurse giving us our shots was a WWII veteran who served in the overseas theater for a period of time during the war, which meant she was an “old” Army nurse who had been in the service for awhile. She had a memorable technique for giving shots to dependent children. Now, remember those were the days when syringe needles were sterilized and used over and over again. Knowing full well that any given needle might not be as sharp as it once was, she had me look away from her. Then she hit me in the arm with her fist and almost simultaneously gave the injection. Never felt the shots.

I am sure other memories of my time associated with dad’s tour at Parks AFB are hiding somewhere deep in the recesses of my soon to be 75 year old mind. If they should come forth, I will gladly share those with you too. Have a blessed day.


12-22-2020

From Traci Kjelshus:

Hello, I have been looking for pictures of my father. I know your email is for stories from people who were at Parks, but I was hoping you might be able to help me. My father has passed away and I am looking for any military picture I can find of him. (I have none). He was part of the Air Police Course from July 1956 to November 1956. I don't know what flight or anything he was a part of. His name was Alvin Challstrom. If you can't help that is fine, I am just trying any possible source to see if there is a class picture out there with him in it.

Thank you
Traci Kjelshus

12-21-2020

A message from James Hill:

I arrived Nov.1954 the last class for the year was underway.so I had to wait till after the year for a new class.so I just hung around the training area and watched the class that was underway.I got to know the instructors .I spent a lot of time ate the USO in Hayward an was invited to have Christmas dinnner with a family i CastroVallley needless to say I have fond memories of my stay in CA. a se note I went to France from Parks

06-25-2019

From Hugh D. Frye

In 1956 I attended the Air Base Defense course. I also practiced with Parks AF B rifle drill team (Screaming Eagles). On St Patrick's Day, 1956, we marched the parade from the wharf to City Hall bare bayonets, In forgetable.

Hugh D. Frye.
MSgt retired

06-07-2018

From Leonard Granger:

When the Army drafted me in 1952 I went to DesMoines Iowa to take the physical and all. Came home and told my parents I was going to join the Air Force. Mom said you are in Army and they will call you up in a week. I said i am going to pray all the way to the the Air Force recruiters office I took my college degree and spoke a few minutes to the Air Force man and he said just how soon do you want to go in the Air force. I said right away, so I went with a group by train to Parks AFB just two days later. While going through Basic Training in about the 3 rd week, I was called to the Commanders office. He said, How did you get in the Air Force as the Army says they want you to report to Ft Ord here in California ASAP I told them I enlisted in Iowa and the recruiter never asked about the Army so I said nothing. Commander asked do you still want to stay in AF? I said yes so he and 1stSgt went into a room and talked. When they returned commander said if you want to stay AF tear a corner of this TWX, so I did, then 1stSgt tore off another and then the commander waded the TWX up and tossed in the trash can. Said go back to the training group.. YOU ARE AIR FORCE. AND I STAYED AF FOR 22 YEARS, retired as M/SGT.

When I was going through basic training 1952 at Parks AFB, CA we had a gathering in a large hanger building and the Base Commander spoke to all of us about the importance of our training. As he spoke a pigeon from up in the top pf the hanger building flew down and drop his poop on the hat of the commander, Do one laughed and commander did not notice what had happened. as he had more decorations on his hat. Later the Air Police removed all the pigeons out of the hanger areas .

After finishing Basic Training I was made permanent party. I had just got married and the next month was assigned the Supply Sgt in you will not believe???? YES====, the WAF Squadron and only man assigned that squadron. When M/Sgt Spernyak, the Base Commanders inspection Team Leader, visited the WAF he was surprised to see me. assigned there. He returned and rescued me to the Base Finance Office where I worked till re=enlistment. I was accepted for the Air Force Band as Base Drummer, and a Command Inspection Team But reenlisted to fill a AF space in Greece assigned to the US Embassy and Airport. Got to greet many as they arrived in Greece. Recall greeting Gomer Pyle and asked him if he had any breakfast. He said no , so I took him to breakfast. I also greeted Marylin Mansfield with hug. and the tour of duty will always be remembered. However, my wife came down with POLIO and was sent to Germany for treatments for over 4 months, I would catch a AF passenger flight every other week to visit her. On my last flight they said no AF this week so have to take a Navy plane to Naples, Italy and refuel and on to Germany. At Naples I was bumped off the flight by someone with a higher priority. That plane took off a C-47 and crashed killing everyone and I at the time with a wife and 2 children.

02-14-2017

From DeWayne Bremer
Portland OR

We were Oregon boys…fresh out of High School…Myself, Doug Watkins, and Darth Miller. It was june 11, 1956 and we were going to become Airmen in the United States AirForce, learn a trade, grow up some and become whoever we were to become.

It was my very first airplane trip and knew only a couple of guys in this group from High School (Central High School, Independence Oregon )..Wendell Bastion and Chuck Jacobsen. We were so called Adults now and with much fanfare..THRUST into the real world…never ever to really look back.

We landed in Oakland California..Hurriedly herded onto a blue AirForce bus and sometime later..arrived at Parks Air Force Base near Pleasanton California..one of the few AirForce bases in the world without a runway.

14 weeks later we were assigned a training school, promoted to Airman 3rd class and given a 10 day leave and a Train ticket to Montgomery Alabama. We by now consisted of Myself, Doug Watkins and Darth Miller.

6 months later…Doug, Darth and Myself (Firmly educated in the art of Denture Making) found ourselves driving back to Oregon with one of our class-mates, his wife and small child..for another 10 day leave ..before our first work assignment …Edwards AirForce Base, near Barksdale California.

From Edwards AFB in a little over a year..I signed up for and accepted a transfer to the only oversea’s post I could get…Pepperell AFB, St.Johns Newfoundland..Canada.

A little over 2 years later my 4 year hitch was up and I left Pepperel for an honorable discharge at McGuire AFB in NewJersey..and another plane ride back to Portland Oregon..and the eagerly sought for.. civilian life.

3 marriages later, (The third one has lasted 40+ years and still working) 5 children and a successful career as a licensed Denturist for what seems like forever..I am now just a little over a year from reaching the age of 80.

I have done alot off research lately trying to find info about that Grand adventure of June 11, 1956 and have found nothing..so I want to submit my own evidence of flight 245 and also a picture of our Tech School pose..just so anyone out there is looking for this…

Thank you…and to anyone finding this….You are welcome.





DeWayne Bremer

09-13-2015

From Bill Holman
Madison, Wisconsin

Most of the information on this website is from people who were in training squadrons at Parks AFB. Mine is a little different. My training was at Lackland, and I was listed as an A/2C Chaplain's Services Specialist. In June of 1955, knowing that I was due to be separated from active duty the following February, and with a pregnant wife, I was reassigned from Lackland to Parks. During most of these 8 months at Parks, my duty was in the Chaplain's office at the AP School, which was in one end of their mess hall. If you remember the layout at Parks, the base hospital was at the far (east) end of the base, and consisted of some buildings that were probably constructed when it was a Navy base during WW2. It was here that my (then) wife, Elly, gave birth to our first son, Steve on November 12, 1955. Steve will be 60 this coming November, and his son is in the Navy in Washington State. During most of our time at Parks, we lived in an apartment in Komandorski (sp?) Village.

In the summer of 1971, when Steve was almost 16, we drove from Wisconsin to California on a vacation trip. He was anxious to see where he was born, so we stopped in Pleasanton to see if the old facility was accessible to civilians. It was not, but we did find some local people who filled us in a bit on its history since we had been there. We learned that it had been both a Job Corps Center, and a minimum security prison, and that it was (for a while) where Patty Hearst was held. When we asked what had become of the hospital buildings, we were told that local Fire Departments were using the old buildings to practice putting out fires. Steve did not feel that was a fitting tribute to his birthplace.

We haven't been in that area since, but if anyone finds the remains of those old Parks AFB Hospital buildings, I'm sure that Steve would appreciate your erecting an appropriate plaque for his entrance into the world.? ?The attached photo was taken with yours truly holding Steve, in our 1950 Plymouth, in the parking lot at Komandorski Village.

12-10-2015
Lou added three more photos and a Parks AFB map:

Here's a map I was given upon arrival at PAFB.
2) A/2c Lou Barkacs wife: A/3c Ruth Zemke Barkacs Photo of P-Town, where we rented an apartment after we married at 195-A Wisconsin Ave. Remember a local watering hole called The Starting Gate?

07-06-2015:
Lou Barkacs added a statement and another photo:

Found the attached among some other misc, stuff. Didn't even remember having it. It's my flight from AP school. It would date from 1956. That's me, upper left corner. Our TI was a Kraut named Fritz (can't remember his last name). One day, he made us fall-in outside the barracks. He said, "Gennlemen. zee barracks id sheety, zee latrine is sheety, you are sheety". Then we had a big G.I. party. Fritz was a piece of work, funny. After you post this, send me the most direct link. Thanks, Lou Barkacs

05-24-2015
From Lou Barkacs AF 15-545-621
(AP Training Flight B, Class 29026)

I enlisted 07 NOV 55. After basic at Lackland 3702 BMTS Flight 915, I was sent to Parks for Air Police training. From there assigned PCS to Naha Air Base, Okinawa for 18 months. Next I was back at Parks, permanent party, 2349th Air Police Sqdn. They must have missed me. Here's what happened next:

This posting was to be short-lived, however. Since Parks had no runway, it was of limited use to the Air Force and was, therefore, scheduled to close permanently later that year and everyone would be reassigned to another base.

Buildings were being shuttered and equipment was being salvaged or scrapped. This included removing the two-way radios from the Air Police pickup trucks in which we patrolled the base. The only way to contact our operations center was by phone from one of the buildings still in use. Until a unit phoned in, OPS had no way of keeping tabs on its patrol units. Without the close scrutiny of the “cat”, the “mice” were free to play.

I had met one of the gals who lived in the WAF barracks. It was early one evening, dark, and I was bored. On a lark, I drove around to that billet and honked the horn, thinking maybe she’d come out.

Somebody did come out, ran to the passenger door, jumped inside and kissed me. I did not know this WAF; she drew back and said, “Who are You?” Turns out she had been dating another AP named Joel and she assumed it has been he waiting outside in the Air Police vehicle. Once we’d sorted thing out, I asked, “Well,you wanna go for a ride?” She did.

We began dating. After about three months, we discussed getting married. This proposition was too sudden for me. I suggested that, since Parks was soon closing, why not wait until we both got to our next postings, write to each other, and see how strong our feelings for one another remained during the coming months apart She was having none of it. I never saw anyone wade through military paperwork and red tape as fast as she did. What could I say? We had one last hurdle to clear before permission to marry got final approval; counsel with the base chaplain. After about an hour, we got the O.K.

So, Lou from Elyria OH and Ruth Zemke from St. Paul MN got a license at the Alameda County Courthouse and tied the knot in Oakland on July 17, 1958. As we walked out of the church, I said, “O, My God, what have I done?" Ruth tersely replied, “You married me and you’re glad!"

We finished out our tours at Sheppard AFB TX. That chaplain commented that, even though he was granting approval, he doubted it would last. That was 57 years ago; shows how much he knew.

08-24-2012

From Don Parsons (Flight 50):

I was in flt 50 in Jan 1955; started in Des Moines, Ia; flew to Omaha, Salt Lake City, then Oakland, Ca; bussed from the airport to Parks AFB.

I and another airman replanted one of the palm trees that had died in front of the base theater; all of our flight attended a nationally televised boxing match at the base gym; I think Gil Cadilli was one of the boxers; we marched to the match and marched back to the barracks. I processed thru Parks in 1957 when I went to Guam. Flew from Travis to Hickam; then to Kwajelein and then to Guam.

I was assigned as an Air Policeman to Fairchild AFB, Spokane, Wa; transferred to headquarters as a personnel specialist; then served 16 months at Anderson AFB, Guam, M. I. as a personnel specialist.

Don Parsons
Norwalk, Ia

09-12-2011

From Bob Brooks (Flight 329):

Hi Frank

Just found your website yesterday. I’m second row left. One of my memories is when they told us we were going to have a party Saturday night (gullible me) I thought “Wow, here a week and we get a party..cool”. Little did I know that meant GI party. Get out your shoe polish and a toothbrush and go to work polishing the floor. Use your blankets to make it shine. I was welcome to reality time. Not funny then but later looking back very funny.

Bob

Bob included the "yearbook" photo of his flight, and said he will send the others (326 through 333) so I can put them in an album on FotoTime. He included the URL of this wonderful site where you can search for friends and see and to do many other things:

airforce.togetherweserved.com

08-08-2011

From Leslie Droe:

Hi Frank

Following a search on Parks AFB I came across your web site. I was wondering if it is still active? I took basic training there from February 12, 1953 thru April 1953. I was in Flight 72. I have the AF photo of Flight 72 and also have the names of the airmen from a copy of the order providing the Marksmanship scores. If anyone is interested in a copy of either of these items please provide my name and e-mail address.

Do you know if the Parks facility is open to visitors? Would love to pay it a visit.

Les Droe
Hacienda Heights, CA
ldroe@verizon.net

03-03-2011:

From Dean Gleisberg:

I was pleasantly surprised to find your photo album and pictures of basic training flights for the summer of f956. I, myself, went through basic training there at Parks from 12 February thru April of 1956...before the summer training began. Following my basic training I went immediately to work OJT in Permanent Party status in the Parks AFB, Finance and Accounting Office. I remained there till November of 1956, wherein I was reassigned in a PCS move to Lowry AFB, Denver, CO for 2 more years. Then I returned to California with an assignment at Mather AFB, in Sacramento.

I have long since forgotten what Flight number I was assigned in my basic training squadron. I have nothing but the most pleasant of memories of my nine month assignment at Parks AFB. I enlisted in Colorado Springs, CO and was inducted in Denver, CO. It was there that I was informed that I would be going to Parks AFB for my basic training. I flew from Denver to Oakland, CA and all along the way, one could see nothing but that white stuff (snow) on the ground below. When we reached the Sierras, the clouds began parting, the snow on the ground disappeared, the sun came shining through...and I recall saying to myself: "It's true! It's true! California is the land of sunshine!" We landed in Oakland on a beautiful February day...and I pleasantly recall seeing the palm trees and flowers everywhere...it was a beautiful sight to behold, for sure! It was my initial discovery of "paradise"...and a life long love affair began!

In 1959, I met my wife (my other life long love of 51 years...as of this past 28 February) in Sacramento while assigned to Mather AFB. I then went for one more hitch of 4 years (for a total of almost 8 years) getting honorably discharged on 7 November 1963 following two years at Clark AB in the Philippines. I went on to work in Civil Service for 26 more years for both the Air Force and the Department of the Army. I finally retired 2 October 1990 having served 34 actual years total in the Department of Defense (including both AF and civilian duty). Actually, my retirement pays me for 35 years, because I was given an extra year's credit for having accumulated a full year of unused sick leave.

As mentioned, it was quite a wonderful surprise to have happened upon your web site. I've attempted previously to try and see if I could "google" anything about Park's history...especially in the way of photos...but to no avail. And then, Bingo! I finally hit the jackpot finding your fantastic web site...just this evening! You are to be warmly congratulated for having created such a historical gem! For old-timers like myself, it really brings back wonderful old memories...of a far more care free time. It was a real emotional experience too...I wiped away a tear or two..on seeing those old familiar sights...long thought forgotten. Thank you, Frank, for creating such a memorable web site!

I've attached my Parks basic training graduation photo (note: we were still wearing "blues" for our pics as it was still early in the year). I've also included my "USAF Bio." Well, guess I've rambled-on long enough here, it's time to get this e-mail sent off to you. Thanks again for sharing your fantastic web site. It really made my day (or should I say, evening?) that's for sure. Please take care and God bless.

Sincerely,
Dean Gleisberg

01-21-2011:

From Larry Apodaca - Synopsis Of My Life

Strategic Air Command Specialist Branch. Fairchild and Westover AFB 99th bomb wing. Avionics, Instrumentation B-36 and B-52.

Continental Airlines: Avionics, Instrumentation Lab. (Retired)

AlliedSignal: Supervisor, Space Shuttle, B-1, B-2 and SR-71 Black Bird Avionics and Instrumentation Lab. (Retired)

SpeedFam Semiconductor: Technical Support Engineer R&D

Extensive schooling through the years with various types of photography. Fortunate to have two photographs published by the International Library Of Photography. Had three photos displayed at a museum in France.

Married 53 years. We had eight children. Sadly, losing one at an early age. My wife and I have 16 grandchildren and two great grand children. We are a blessed family and very close.

I worked part time for the YMCA teen center. My wife volunteered her time at the Y child care.

At this time, both of us are no longer working. I do keep busy as VP of a photography club.

2010-12-07:

From John Kage:

I reported in at Parks 5 Feb 53. I was in Flight 58, T.I. was a big Texan named Kennedy. I believe his first name was David. He carried a bamboo stick 40" long and would sneak up on me to see if was maintaining the proper space behind the guy in front of me. I was 5'1" tall, weighed 109 lbs and was always out of step. I am sure he could be heard screaming my name and threatening to do obscene things with his bamboo stick, in town. In Dec 56 on my way back from Japan I processed through Parks and was reassigned to Truax Field, Wisc where I re-enlisted. Before I left Parks I looked up Kennedy, he was a Buck Sgt. by then. I had just sewed on Staff stripes so I gave him a hard time about out ranking him. He told me I was a brown noser. Often wonder where he ended up. I have (had) a flight picture but can't find it.

RR1 Box192
Oquawka, Ill 61469

2010-12-07:

From Lavada Cowen:

My brother (Alfred Cowen) served in Japan during the fifties. He was very young, when he returned at age 22 he had Cancer, and it took two years for him to die. I am looking for him Anywhere on the internet. Can you help me. He was an Airplane machanic.

Sincerely...

2010-05-06:

Received from Gil Madrid a note that he had the yearbook from Parks AFB Flights 334, 335, 336, 338, 339, 340, 341, July 1956. He sent the URL so you can look at the photo pages. (Seems as if Jesus "Gil" Madrid has removed his scans from his FotoTime page)

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