The Chief served his country for the duration of the war and stayed in the reserves afterwards. After a few years, he decided to come back on active duty to finish up twenty years of active duty and earn a normal retirement. He did this through the so-called "TAR" program, which stood for Temporary Active Reserves. Because he was over 65 years old when I made his acquaintance, he was actually on some kind of official waiver to be assigned to sea duty. He loved going to sea on a ship.
During the 1930's, Chief Morrissey had invested some money with a schoolmate of his who was expanding his restaurant business. That fellow's name was Howard Johnson. The result was that when I became acquainted with the Chief, he was an extremely wealthy man. That wealth led to something that seemed fairly bizarre at the time. We would come into port from a month out at sea. A long chauffeur-driven limousine would appear at the end of the pier, and Chief Morrissey would be whisked off for his weekend. His home was in Cohasset, Massachusetts, as I recall. And his wife was bedridden with some long-term debilitating disease, for which she had round-the-clock nurses. He would spend his weekends with her when we were in port and then he would return to the ship in time for Monday morning muster.
Typical Ship's Office |
We decommissioned the Maloy in 1965, after which the Chief was transferred to a shore duty assignment to complete his career. He was a real gentleman, a good shipmate, and a beloved member of the crew.
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