Last Name:  Hathaway 
First Name:  Marshall
Middle Name or Intl: 
Nickname:  
Address:  250 Sargeant St.
City/ST/Zip: Holyoke, MA  01040
Phone:  413-533-4364
Email:  marshal@valinet.com
Receive VP-28 Email Messages?:  1  (Yes=1 / No=0)
Rate/Rank:  AT2
Years in VP-28:  56-58
Deceased:  
Biography:  413)533-4364 in Patron 28 from '56 to '58. '56 Kodiak was crew5 radio/ecm,'58 Kwajalein was crew 12 Radar operator. After 17 years out of Navy,did Air Force Res and retired at 24 years of service.

Ahoy Fellow Airdales -

Thanks to Bob Self who called me last week, I'm now aware of the
PATRON 28 website and association. My list of addressees would be longer,
but after checking the squadron roster pages, a few who would certainly be
included have died, especially Chief Huvar and AT Jim Richardson, and
others who evidently haven't been found. I'm sending hard copies via
snail mail to Chief Barnhouse, my mentor at Adak, Robert Bolding, my
plane captain at Barbers Point and Kwajalien, and Chief Wright who
took it upon himself to set up morse code proficiency training at Kodiak.

Recap - I joined VP-28 at Kodiak in '56, and made AT3 soon after
arrival. Thanks to Chief Huvar, I was assigned to Crew 5 as an ecm
operator and during the tour became a radioman under the guidance of
AT3 (?)Williams who I believe was discharged during that tour.

After Kodiak, I was assigned to Crew 12 as 1st radio, and later
reassigned to radar. Dennis Olson was our navigator. During
Operation Hardtack at Kwajalien, I made AT2, and in November 1958, left Barbers Point to be discharged at Treasure Island.

Update - Some of you might remember I was a dancer. Once
discharged, I headed for New York City and got a contract at Jack Silverman's International, and also danced with the Marquis de Queva Ballet
company from France at the Waldorf Astoria. However, professional dancing wasn't nearly as fulfilling as amateur dancing was, and I got the hell
out of NYC and got a job printing IBM cards in my home town of Holyoke,
Massachusetts..

Five years after I left Oahu, I returned for personal reasons for
another five years. For three of those years, I was a portrait
photographer at Elizabeth & George Studios in the Ala Moana Shopping
Center. I lived at two locations in Waikiki, apartments on Lunalilo
Street and a neighborhood bordering Punchbowl, and houses in Palolo
Valley and finally on Kam Highway in Kaneohe. The handwriting was on
the wall of things to come for Honolulu and environs, and back to
Holyoke I came. For whatever reasons, I never set foot on Barbers
Point during those five years.

Soon after returning "home," I became chief photographer and feature
writer for a local paper, and during that time in 1975 - believe it or
not folks, after a 17-year break in service, joined the Air Force
Reserve as a staff sergeant writer/photographer with the 439th
Tactical Airlift Wing at Westover AFB, just 6.5 miles from where I live .
After six years in Public Affairs, I made master sergeant in minimum time
and simultaneously became the 439th TAW historian, a position I held for
my remaining 14 years. In 1996, I got to be an old bastard, and they put
me out to pasture for maximum age. During my years in AFRES, I did
many short tours of active duty, and many active duty tours of varying
lengths (up to eight months at a time). That included an 11-month
activation for Desert Shield/Storm. When it was all over, I'd amassed
an equivalent of more than 14 years of active duty time, including my
four in the Navy, and was retired with 24 years and 4 months total
service with 5,214 points - not bad for a reservist..

Deja Vu - Ironically, about a year after discharge I got a call from
AD3 Bob Flood who ended up in Mountain View on the Big Island with an
invitation to come on down. Within a month, I got a C-5 space "A"
flight from Westover to Hickam and spent just about the whole month of
July 1997 visiting Bob. I've already sent a separate e-mail to Chief
Chaffe to let him know Bob lives nearby him. On my way back home, I
spent a few days on Oahu billeted at Pearl Harbor, and this time,
Barbers Point was on the top of my list of places to revisit. I was
pleasantly surprised to see the home o