
Christmas Eve is kind of cool when you get calls from folks you had not heard from for a while and from folks that you are in regular contact with. Both give you good feelings and especially when one shares something with you that opens the door to knowing another special person. That is what happened when my friend Dwight Porter told me of his relative who was a great person, a WWII Navy WAVE and wonderful poet. Her name is Helen Anderson Glass. Dwight shared a poem she wrote on her first Christmas Eve in the Navy. I wrote her and asked if I could share that poem with you. Not only did she agree but she wanted to know about me, USS ORLECK and our Destroyer USS ORLECK Association. She said she might someday even write a poem about the ship for “them” meaning you who served aboard her. So tonight I am posting a couple of things. First an article that is on-line telling of her wonderful life and her voluntary service. The second thing is a Youtube interview she did that is very good. There is a lot on-line about her if you Google her. She has written hundreds of poems. She is 92 years of age.
Tomorrow on Christmas Day I will share another of her poems (a Christmas poem entitled “That’s What We Want For Christmas” and a special piece she did for us. You won’t want to miss that. I will post it tomorrow evening.
Merry Christmas to all!
Bob Orleck
“A WAVES NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS”
Twa’s the night before Christmas
 Our first one away
 From family and friends
 And we cried as we lay
On our cot or our bunk
 That served as our bed
 With bobby pins or curlers
 Entwined on our heads
We wanted to look sharp 
 when we went ashore
 in our neat new uniforms
 because we were at war!
We were those young women
 That enlisted from every state
 In the Army, Marines and Navy
 who were not quite sure of our fate!
We decorated the trees
 For the barracks and halls
 Remembering home and the fun
 Of making snowmen and snow balls
Instead of a Christmas goose
 Plum pudding and mom’s pumpkin pie
 Some would eat “G I” rations
 Not questioning “Why?”
And when we said our prayer
 That sad holiday night
 We prayed that everything
 Would turn out right
We prayed the war would soon be over
 And in some way
 We could look back
 With fond memories of that day
When we sang Christmas carols
 In the hospitals and the mess hall
 And knew it really was to be 
 A very Merry Christmas after all.
(Helen T. Anderson AMM 3 /C- Dec. 24, 1943
NAS Miami-OpaLocka, Florida)
My first Christmas away from home)
