• A Japanese Submariner’s Dream

    On September 15, 1942, while patrolling south of the Solomon Islands during the Guadalcanal campaign, I-19, a Japanese submarine, sighted and attacked the American aircraft carrier USS Wasp, which was part of a task force transporting the 7th Marine Regiment to Guadalcanal.

  • Ed Caeser in his New York Times article, “The Epic Hunt for a Lost World War II Aircraft Carrier,” described further the search for the sunken USS Wasp (C-7). He was actually aboard the research vessel Petrel, during the search.

  • “The Epic Hunt for a Lost World War II Aircraft Carrier,” by Ed Caesar that appeared in the New York Times Magazine of March 13, 2019 aroused my interest. It described the search at the bottom of the Coral Sea for the sunken U.S.S. Wasp (CV-7), in which I had served during World War II before her sinking.

    After reading Mr. Caesar’s fascinating article, I contacted him in England by email and telephone. He expressed considerable interest in my first hand knowledge of the Wasp, and we had a most productive conversation.

    Farewell letter of

  • In mid-August 1942, having completed my two week assignment as Commander of the beach guard on Onslow Beach at the Marine Base at New River, N.C., later named Camp Lejeune, I brought my company back to the main base where we continued to train for combat.

  • By Ronald R. Van Stockum Jr.

    Timing is everything! And what it is not, location is.

    And here is the place, a 3,000-mile, nearly impenetrable chain of mountains blockading China from the rest of Eurasia – more than 1.4 billion people, and all looking to get out. Or at least to expand a little, like they did in 471 A.D.

    The Tian Chan Mountains

  • A few days after my replacement as Commander of the Marine Detachment of USS Wasp on 25 June 1942, the ship departed for the South Pacific, with my replacement, Marine Captain John Kennedy.

    Having been promoted to the rank of major, I spent the first two weeks of August 1942 organizing and establishing the Onslow Beach guard of some 150 men.

  • After my detachment from Wasp on June 25, 1942, having been promoted to major, I reported to a Marine infantry unit at a Marine Corps base near Jacksonville, N.C. that was later named Camp Lejeune. Here I took command of the Heavy Weapons Company of the newly formed 1st Battalion of the 21st Marines (an infantry regiment).

    My company, the largest of the battalion, had the strength of nine officers and 281 enlisted men. It consisted of three .30 caliber machine gun platoons, an 81mm mortar platoon and an anti-tank section of .50 caliber machine guns.

  • Pottery shards

    Pottery shards and flint flakes. You look for them, don’t you? I do. They are like movie tickets for the latest film, the one that’s already been shown. A film that seems to halt the flow of time long enough to look at the product of its passage. What has gone before us is a long, captivating film. And there are theaters everywhere.

    The Persian Gulf

  • In my last column, I described the launch of British Spitfires from the aircraft carrier USS Wasp (CV-7) in the Mediterranean for the relief of besieged Malta, 580 miles distant.

    From my battle station, I had observed Jerry Smith, Canadian Spitfire pilot serving with the British Royal Air Force, make a miraculous landing back on Wasp after discovering that his auxiliary fuel tank, needed to reach his destination, was not functioning properly.

  • On May 8, 1942, I was a Marine captain in command of the Marine Detachment on the aircraft carrier USS Wasp (CV 7).

    We were in the Mediterranean for the second time, carrying 47 British Spitfires on each occasion. They had been hoisted aboard at Greenock, on the River Clyde in Scotland. I had recorded my first impressions of the Spitfire in my Marine Journal.

  • For many years, Jeffrey Bracken thought he was just clumsy. He’d walk into door frames and excuse it as not paying attention, or he’d brush off his driving mishaps as just being a bad driver.

    “My wife kept saying ‘Jeff, there’s something wrong,’ but I just kept putting it off,” said Bracken, a history teacher at Shelby County High School.

  • Bothané

    When Susanne and I had visited Brittany in France in 1958, Jean-Michel Dunoyer de Segonzac picked us up at Quimperlé and drove us to their beautiful chateau Bothané, five miles distant. This had been the home of the great-grandfather of his wife Guillemette, Theodore Ducos, who had been Ministre de la Marine et des Colonies [Minister of the Navy and of the Colonies]. Guillemette had also informed me that it had been the headquarters of a German admiral after France had been overrun in World War II.

  • BY Ronald R. Van Stockum, Jr.


    That’s Gene Autry in the 1935 science fiction western serial entitled, “The Phantom Menace.”

    He was one of the first actors in movie serials to play himself. You see, Autry wasn’t a trained actor. And he couldn’t ride very well either.

    But director William Witney could.

    And he taught Autry how to handle a horse.

  • By Ronald Van Stockum, Jr.

    Don’t step there!

    Yikes! Look down where you stand. Walk with care. Trilobites are everywhere!

    Well, at least here in Kentucky.

    Pick up a rock in your stream. Chances are that it contains trilobites – or maybe just parts of them. That’s the problem. We want it all now.

    A big, beautiful, completely whole trilobite in three parts – the head (cephalon), thorax and tail (pygidium).

  • Reggie and Cheryl Van Stockum attended the wedding of our French cousin Gwénaelle de Benaze and Andrew Hosk on Sept. 15, 2018. It was held at Couffé, site of beautiful Contrie, the ancestral home of the Charette family, 25 miles northeast of Nantes.
    They then drove to La Basse Motte, which had been the chateau of Reggie’s great grandfather, General Baron Athanasius de Charette.
    However, before describing their visit to La Basse Motte, I consider it appropriate to  provide a summary of  its history.
    A fabulous tour

  • My wife, Susanne de Charette Van Stockum, granddaughter of hero of France, General Baron Athanasius de Charette met her cousins Jean-Regis de Lauriers and his wife Armelle de Charette de Lauriers on one of our early trips to France.

    They had been gracious in hosting dinners for us at the prestigious Interallie in Paris and at beautiful Contrie, in Couffé, the ancestral home of La Maison de

    Charette de la Contrie. 

  • Jack Quackenbush and USS Hornet

    Jack Quackenbush, my roommate at the University of Washington gave me an engraved silver belt buckle on my 21st birthday, July 8, 1937, shortly before I received my commission as a Marine Second Lieutenant. I am reminded of a little English ditty, which my mother occasionally quoted:

    “I’m 21 today. I’m 21 today.

    I’ve got the key to the door.

    I’ve never been 21 before.”

  • During 1937, my senior year at the University of Washington, I met Florence Epler, a beautiful and talented young lady, whom I dated for two years, interrupted by my service as a Marine officer.

    We might have married were it not for the requirement in those days that regular Marine 2nd lieutenants could not marry during their first two years of service.

  • When Brendan Chase looks for some peace, quiet and musical inspiration he heads to a place most of us try to avoid – the cemetery.

    There, the 28-year-old Shelbyville native composes songs, plays his guitar and finds sanctuary to sooth his painful past.

    Chase is particularity fond of Long Run Cemetery in Jefferson County where he often places a penny on the grave of Abraham Lincoln’s grandfather.

  • While enrolled in the University of Washington in Seattle, I would spend summer vacations at home with my parents in Longview, Wash. There, I was able to find employment in the huge lumber mill of Robert Alexander Long, who was born and raised on a Shelby County farm.

    A lumber puller

    Mr. Hamilton, the foreman of the planer mill, was pleased to hire young college men, who were eager to perform the strenuous work of pulling finished lumber off the chains. We would work harder, secure in the knowledge that we would not be doing such hard work all our lives.