Lloyd Woods' Newsletter

Our Claim to Fame is Our Name's the Same!

Issue No. 4, December 1994


First off, I want to thank Lloyd Wilson down in Virginia Beach, VA and Lloyd Gordon out in Hayward, CA for their generous support for the postage. It's much appreciated and along with Lloyd Garland and Lloyd Henry's help will keep us going for a bit.

Oldest Lloyd

Lloyd Gordon sent in the middle name of his uncle, Lloyd Freeman, who lives in a retirement home up in Windsor, CA. He's at the young age of 91 right now, so I guess he qualifies as our "senior" member. Welcome to the club, Freeman. Imagine, born back when they used wood to fire the steam engines!

Not the oldest, but a new member is Lloyd Eone from Omaha. Been married 46 years so that beats me. Eone was in truck transportation administration before retiring. Said his first experience with another Lloyd Wood was when their credit ratings got mixed up. Sorry about that but welcome to the club anyway. We're all down on our luck sometimes.

Another Lloyd E joined us at the last minute from Walnut Creek, CA. His wife Peggy says he's a great husband and they've been married 50 years but, much as she loves him, she forgot to give us his middle name! Also picked up Marion Lloyd from Commerce, GA. He's the third that favored using Lloyd, his middle name. Claims he's ugly but we still have to have a picture for the contest.


I'm trying out a little different type font this issue. If you find it harder to read let me know and we'll go back to the last issue's Times Roman that is more or less a standard. This Bordoni is supposed to be a little less formal and more friendly. (You should see the Merced - makes one look positively effeminate!)

Thankfully, Lloyd's type experiments don't survive the transition to hypertext. - LW

Dad's Goose Was Cooked

'Twas a hot Sunday in July before the War. Dad had finally gotten a black Dodge "coach" with spare tire on the fender so we didn't have to rely on Aunt Harriet for transportation anymore. I guess his mind must have been in the locker room during a long, hot sermon at church.

We finally got out and hit the dazzling sun reflecting off the limestone of the imposing Congregational Church. Mrs. ____ was saying her "How do you do's" ahead of us to the minister when Dad interrupted with a "Hello there ____ " and gave her a hearty pat on her posterior. His aim must have been bad because her shriek was heard by the Methodists up in the next block and when her husband whirled around, I though he was going to poke Pop in the puss! The minister searched the heavens for some sort of guidance in this situation and two little old ladies almost fell down the long majestic steps!

Mom didn't say a word. I was admonished however, not to roll down the windows once we were seated in the car. That trip home I learned more words describing the human condition than I could imagine plus something about the female psyche that related to "Hell hath no fury ..." At least I didn't have to go to church the rest of the summer and fortunately, it didn't make the town paper.

Claim to Fame

Lloyd Gordon also sent us our first "Claim to Fame" as he was one of the engineers that worked getting the San Francisco Bay Bridge put back together after the earthquake in 1987. (While visiting relatives in the Bay Area the day before we drove over that bridge and down the Embarcadero Freeway in SF.)

See the article and photo in issue 9. - LW

A hobby of his is collecting stamps and sports cards and the football cards go back to 1957. Gordon is married and has one son. James D. Wood. He suggested we might hold our convention, whenever that is, in Las Vegas or someplace where there is something to do other than talk to ourselves!

Good idea. Maybe you Pacific Section guys could try it out for a regional convention first. If you survive all those scantily-clad dancing girls, let us know and we'll see if we can sneak out there. Another idea a little closer to the middle of the country might be a short cruise on a Mississippi stern wheeler. That's close to Iowa. I guess they have gambling there too but I don't know how much the show girls are wearing. What we need is someone to get the ball rolling! Also, there's the Lloyd Wood show out in Nashville, Indiana. He too (Ellsworth) just made it under the wire.


I know religion and politics are best left out of the conversation but I do think it's time to take Uncle Sam and the rest of the government to task over the inclination to renege on commitments made to the citizenry. I'm talking about pensions and Social Security where the recipients paid their dues in good faith expecting the contract to be honored. If the government can pay off the bonds held by foreigners (whose countries never repaid American loans) and the financial community, it is morally obligated to honor pension promises. The "means testing" and other expedient solutions will ultimately destroy what little faith we have left in the nation. Rest assured history can repeat itself and we can fall just as the Romans and other societies did. We need to elect leaders that know how to solve these problems ethically - not those that would deny medical services to the aged to get them off the pension rolls. So if you want to air your own political convictions just send it in. I'll include it (but if I don't agree with you the print might be a bit small).

My Mother-in-Law's Job

My mother was raised by Aunt Harriet in a strict Victorian environment. You might say she was quite proper as a result. When I got married she and dad came out to San Francisco to attend the wedding. My to-be father-in-law, Albert Schermesser, was the Air Express agent at the airport and Marge, his fiery Montana ranch-born wife, ran a business in the basement involving a freezer and some tanks of liquid nitrogen. After the folks arrived they took them down to show them the business - my mother-in-law was the West Coast distributor for Curtis Bull Semen! They had hundreds of vials of the stuff down there. Thought Mom was going to have a heart attack! "Son, what are you marrying in to?" Fortunately Dad been born on the Wood family farm so was able to bring some humor to the situation. I think Marge even gave him one of the blue ribbons labelled "Improved Stud Service" to boost his ego. Even Mom got a laugh out of that one!


I've limited distribution of the Newsletter fall edition and this one to those of you who replied with your middle name. Potentially there are well over a hundred more Lloyd Wood's out there hiding in the closet or just plain inert. In hopes of bringing in a few more (the above phrase ought to do it) I'm sending out cards to remind them of the address and what they're missing.

Also, in looking at some of these CD-ROM discs with the 80 million there are also Lloyd Woods (with a "s") in the world. Not as many as Wood so maybe that's why they added the "s" to make us think there were more of them! So I'll try sending them a copy of the Newsletter to see if they're interested. But why anyone would want to add an "s" to a perfectly good name like Wood is beyond me. Any other suggestions along these lines would be appreciated.


Can't get anyone else to step forward in this area so I'll take the plunge to show you how easy it is. I was born the last day of the year and was raised on Walnut St. in Batavia, IL. I mention all of this because, coincidentally, it parallels Lloyd Vance and his son in Indiana. (His wife sent the article next page.)

Still working on getting that article scanned. - LW

During high school I played the sousaphone (smallest kid in the school) and Dad had me working morning, noon, after school and night so that my hormones stayed under control. After flunking out of college I joined the Army and spent a year and 3 days in Japan. The 3 days saved me from another shooting match in Korea later. Finally graduated from Michigan with a degree in naval architecture so went to work for the Navy as most of the other work was on its way to Japan (well ahead of the automobile and electronics work I might add).

Took a boat ride from Baltimore to Philadelphia a year or so later and wound up getting married to a San Francisco girl. After that she wore me down and we moved out to California where it was "civilized" and I worked at Mare Island figuring out ballast for submarines. Last half of the '60s we moved to Connecticut, back to Mare Island, and then here to the Washington area, all in about three years!

While at Mare Island the first time I did get one ride on the bathyscaphe Trieste II down to 3400 feet. Once was enough. In Washington I got up as far as Ship Design Manager for restoring the Belknap after she collided with a carrier one night. Retired from the civil service Navy at the end of 1984 and from the contractor world last year although I still do some consulting.

Still married to Shirley after 41 years and have four grown children and three grandchildren. Only other claim to fame (afraid this Newsletter isn't going to do it) is I took a placebo sludge for seven years to prove that cholesterol causes heart attacks. Was rather upset to find out that after seven years I wasn't drinking the useful stuff but I've sure been getting my fill of it since then! My pill bill is up to $75 a month but the cholesterol is down anyway.

As for hobbies I dabble in genealogy, computers, model trains (although the bi-focals took the fun out of that), bowling, clocks, and girl watching. Whenever a skit calls for a "dirty old man", I'm the one! So you see how easy that was?

Incidentally, last month's profile, featuring Lloyd Henry from Canada turns out to be Lloyd Henry Alexander Wood I just found out. We'll have to enlarge the middle name field to handle that one! Do any more of you have second middle names?

Life's Little Problems

Ever slice the grapefruit the wrong way? Haven't figured out how to recover from that mess yet, especially after the wife compounded the problem by slicing it again the same way! First time I ever did that in 67 years.

Season's Greetings

In closing for this year I'd like to wish all of you a very cheery Christmas and a most joyful New Year. Putting this newsletter together has been fun and helps one to get past the down days (we've had a enough of them this year). I hope you've gotten a few kicks out of it and that we haven't insulted anyone too much.
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