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When Arch first pulled up to Post 1503, he thought it was a post office due to the brick exterior and prominent flagpoles. However, once he learned the true purpose of the post, he signed up for a life membership. He quickly started volunteering for bingo and his first day on the job was a Thanksgiving Day celebration. (He told them he wanted to finish watching the Dallas game first, though.) He loved interacting with everyone at bingo and volunteered to help for over 15 years, finally retiring from his position as a pull tabs seller in 2021. Arch is proud of his record of selling 17 buckets of 230 pull tabs during a single night—an impressive 3910 total! |
For many years, Arch volunteered to support the annual VFW golf event and organized three of the tournaments: one in Richmond and two at Fort Eustis. Arch has also supported holiday celebrations at the VFW as the Easter Bunny, Santa, and an elf. He was also a prolific recruiter for Post 1503 for 14 years and has quite a collection of hats to show for his success. Additionally, Arch was elected as the Seam Squirrel for the Military Order of the Cooties for two terms and is still a member of the Cooties today. |
Arch was born in Fitchburg, Massachusetts, a small country town, in 1943. It was a mill town, known for its woolen and paper mills, as well as a local furniture store. He was the younger of two boys and grew up in a turbulent household. Arch describes his mother as an "angel” and the anchor of the family. Originally from Canada, she was a devout Catholic woman who worked in a woolen mill and supported her boys with as much stability as she could provide. However, Arch’s father was a violent alcoholic and bounced around to different jobs. At times, his mother temporarily moved the boys to ensure their safety.
He attended a Catholic grammar school and served as an altar boy. However, anyone who has met Arch knows he always seems to find himself in the middle of mischief. His brother tattled to his mother on April 15 when Arch skipped school for the opening day of the fishing season. However, the nuns stated that they knew they couldn’t stop Arch, since he had such a passion for fishing. The nuns also used the infamous "ruler” method when he practiced his penmanship, but he remarked that if they continued to rap his knuckles for his mistakes, he wouldn’t be able to write at all.
After completing grammar school, Arch attended Fitchburg High School. Although he didn’t particularly connect with any of the academic subjects, he was a member of the football team. His high school career came to an abrupt end at the age of 16. Another student flicked a cigarette butt at him and the teacher saw Arch brushing it away. She accused him of smoking and despite his attempts to prove his innocence, the administration told him he would be suspended. Instead, Arch says he stubbornly made the decision to leave school permanently. He worked in the woolen mill with his mother for a year and later took a job constructing furniture.
It was also during this time he got engaged. Arch met his future wife while on a Catholic Youth Council trip to Hampton Beach. Another group’s bus broke down and Beatrice climbed aboard his bus. The first time Arch saw Bea, he told his friend Frankie that he was in love. Prior to proposing, Arch purposely instigated an argument with her and then ended it by asking her if she wanted to get married, just to see her expression.
When he was 17, Arch found a recruiter and signed up to join the Navy. He headed to Boston for a swearing-in ceremony and was shipped out less than a month later. At the Great Lakes Naval Academy, they provided him with a duffel bag and a shovel (for the snow). After six months there, he completed his training and was sent to Rhode Island for his first duty station as a Seaman. During this time, he visited with Bea by borrowing cars to drive between Connecticut and Massachusetts.
Afterward, he was stationed in Iceland, primarily for automotive mechanic training. Although getting his request for leave approved was tricky, he was able to marry Bea during this time. The rest of his tour in Iceland was challenging, as Arch did not adjust well to the long periods of darkness/light that occur in the Arctic Circle. After this training, he didn’t receive the rating he had hoped for and went back to being a Seaman.
Once he returned stateside, Arch was stationed in Virginia Beach and worked on the Admiral’s yacht. In April of 1965, his ship was sent underway to the Dominican Republic due to a political uprising. While the violence was contained and a new government was set in place with the aid of US intervention, Arch found himself missing the birth of his first child: his daughter, Lisa.
When he returned home, his wife was a bit miffed at only receiving a quick kiss from him before he started fawning over his daughter. He replied, "I’ve seen you before, but I want to see my new daughter!” In between changing diapers and learning how to be a father, he was assigned to the USS Beverly W. Reid and later the USS Little. Two years later, his son, Paul, was born. However, Arch received transfer orders and had to leave to South Weymouth, Massachusetts, only two weeks later. At South Weymouth, he was part of the base police and was chosen as the Sailor of the Month in February of 1968. His family lived in Fitchburg and Arch traveled there regularly to be with them.
He received orders to Naval Air Station Point Mugu in California. He was a Craftmaster and was in charge of a craft with a crane, which stopped civilian boats from coming into the waters of the air station. One day at 5AM, a sudden and violent storm hit. An Air Force helicopter was trying to bring a drone back to shore, but their cable broke. Arch said he and his crew would ensure the drone was safe. He worked until 2AM to secure the drone. Arch returned to the pier to find his family waiting for him there, as the storm had surfaced so quickly and they weren’t able to send out any communication. Although some liked to tease Arch for his smaller stature, he knew, "It doesn’t matter the size of the person, it’s the ability to get it done.” Some in the Command were also reluctant to take Arch seriously because he was a First Class rather than a Chief. However, Arch took his job as a Craftmaster seriously and notes, "It all depends on how you take your command.”
He was then sent to Survival School, which was meant to prepare the group for supporting operations in Vietnam. In September of 1966, the USS Passumpsic AO-107 oiler set sail. They were dry docked in the Philippines, in charge of refueling four rigs for 10 months.
When their deployment was complete, his detailer gave him a choice: to go to Japan or an aircraft carrier. He picked Japan and was there on a tender for a year. He loved his crew, earning several awards for his excellent leadership and care for the men. During this time, he was separated from his family for almost two years, so he was happy to land in Long Beach afterward.
Two months later, in 1973, Arch and his family were stationed in Hawaii on a submarine base for three years. He loved his time there, enjoying relaxing days on the beach with his children. He even purchased a VW Bus with working music and AC for their adventures.
To end his career, Arch went to the Naval Amphibious Base Little Creek in Norfolk. There, he oversaw LTV, a type of landing craft. (He was the first First Class ever to take charge of LTV.) After being enlisted from 1961-1980, Arch retired with 19 years and 3 months of service as an E-6 in the Navy.
Arch stayed in Little Creek with his family after his retirement. He loved the area and lived happily there for many years. He worked for the Hartz Mountain Corporation, a company that was known for its flea collars for dogs and cats. As a regional manager, he oversaw the VA, NC, and MD branches.
After Bea’s passing in 2004, he remained for an additional two years before moving to Woodbridge. He quickly got involved with the VFW and has been part of our Post 1503 community since 2006.
He has also continued with his hobby of golfing, a sport he has enjoyed for over 40 years. (Arch started playing when he was stationed in Virginia Beach.) Although he may not be as intense of a player as he was in his younger years, he still enjoys a good round of golf with his buddies.
As his grandchildren live close by, Arch gets to enjoy their company regularly. Arch still pops into the VFW for a few drinks and a bit of his trademark mischief. His words of wisdom are a reminder that "everybody needs a sense of humor.”