As cook in the galley of LST 832, the day which was most memorable to me
was Christmas 1945. The war was ended and we had so much to be
thankful for. We were so fortunate including the fact that in all the
Kamikaze attacks, we did not take a hit, and on our last journey back to the
Philippines from Okinawa before the truce, our convoy survived an enemy sub
After our occupation duties ended and while waiting for our release to
go home, we found ourselves ready to celebrate another Christmas aboard the
Mad Hooligan. Very early Christmas morning, I had the watch in the galley.
For hours, I worked. I made 28 loaves of bread, baked mince meat and apple
pies, and started the turkeys to roasting. Finally my shift was over.
Exhausted, I went below and hit the sack, sleeping from 7 AM till 2 PM.
Hungry and eager for chow, I came back to the galley, only to find the
cupboard empty of all the Christmas treats. Everyone I was told, enjoyed
the meal. Better yet, we were to be on our way very soon- for home.
No one had to be forced into the chow lines on the Mad Hooligan. Excellent
meals were prepared by our cooks. The ships baker topped off most meals
with excellent pies. Many shipmates take credit for supplementing these
pies with a generous scoop of homemade ice cream. Each week a group of
volunteers would crank up the old fashioned ice cream freezers to produce
a product that puts today's supermarket ice cream to shame.
OUR DAILY BREAD
Some of the flour that was used to make bread had tiny weevils in it. This
cartoon is a reprint of one which appeared in the PORT HOLE PRESS, our