Story
List
For
Donal Buchanan
(Donal passed away March 24, 2019. We will miss him.)
(Donal has an exciting Western Adventure story we
published in 2014. It's available in large format paperback at
Amazon. Click here to check out The Naming of Joshua Bean!)
Born of missionary parents in Japan,
Donal Buchanan's studies have included Archaeology, Old Norse, Old
Irish, Early Welsh, Comparative Greek and Latin Grammar, and Basic
Computer Programming.
He has traveled widely throughout
Europe and Asia. Among his many jobs was work for the CIA in the
U.S., Japan, India, and Vietnam.
He has published two mystery
novels, a cartoon book on bridge, and two western novels. Another
book on the adventures of Joshua Bean and one on Buchanan genealogy
are currently in the works.
Donal is married, with two
marvelous children, three grandchildren, and four great grandchildren
by his first wife, Nancy Lee.
He proudly claims two step
children and three grandchildren by his beloved second wife, Annie.
They live in Danvers,
Massachusetts.
*****
Additional info:
I
had a number of jobs before I settled down to the job that became my
career—all very short. During WW II they made use of us
teenagers. During Christmas Break from school in 44 I worked for the
Vet’s administration as a clerk. We were still working on Civil
War vets! One summer I was a Postman. It was a Black route' but all the
folks there were very nice to me. I remember sitting on a front porch
with a fine old lady who regularly gave me water to drink (a real
pleasure on a Virginia summer’s day). She remembered, at the age
of ten, watching Mr. Lincoln go by in a carriage. One time I got bit by
a dog while trying to jump a fence after delivering the mail (The Mail Must Go Through!). His owner found me on my route and took me to a doctor who cauterized the wound on my heel with
a hot iron (that was an experience and a half). I was a paper boy
for a couple of years (who wasn’t). In the Summer of 1945 I
worked at the Pentagon. “Whaddha ya know, kid?” W-well I took
Mechanical Drawing, sir!” "OK, kid, yer a Junior Draftsman. Show up on Monday.
Here’s yer badge!” So, did I release a Draftsman to the
draft? Probably not, since before the summer was over, so was the war.
The next year I went to my first year of College at John Muir Jr. College in Altadena, CA (I lived with my grandparents in Pasadena—and
later my aunt Ruth who lived next door,). I tried working as a
plumber’s helper—that ended when I put my pick through the
pipe we were digging up. I got my hands on a motor scooter and worked
for Western Union delivering telegrams. Got to meet interesting folks
like the current film Lassie (who was a Lad) at his (her?) place of
residence. I used to visit my Uncle Don who lived with his wife (whom I
remembered from Japan) in a nearby beach town. A human movie star used
that beach, whom I recognized, but his name escapes me. He was a nice
guy with a growing belly. I never talked to him. I took my next 3 years
of college at Colorado University (my folks had moved to Boulder from
DC where Dad replaced a history Prof on his sabbatical). Dad picked up
extra money being Assistant Pastor for an old friend who had a church
in Boulder. Thus I lived at home for my second year of college. I
joined the Colorado Army National Guard as a Private and when my
parents moved to Oklahoma (dad had a job at the University there), I
moved into the Armory (my roommate and I worked there as Janitors for
our rooms; we picked up other jobs around town. I worked as a waiter at
2 different restaurants. For awhile I worked as a Janitor/cum phone
clerk at the local radio station in Boulder. Then I got a steady
job with the University Binder and learned how to bind books. My girl
worked there too (I’d met her in Church). When I graduated in
1950 I married (on the same day) that lovely Boulder girl, Nancy
Lee Spence who was much smarter than me. She had one more year to go
before graduating, so we found a local place for rent ($10 a month plus
mowing their lawn). I worked that summer driving a cab for two
different cab companies (one had bought out the other so when driving
for one, we were always careful to badmouth the other). I then got a
job with a wonderful old man who was an ardent union man. We washed
windows and cleaned houses—basically mostly just washing windows.
I think the highest I ever worked was 4 stories. I worked for him for
two years. By that time Nancy and I had saved up enough for a trip to
Yugoslavia and Europe. I had applied for employment with the US
Government and had an appointment for an interview with my prospective
bosses in the Fall of 1951. I was with them for 25 years. This, with my
civilian service
during WWII gave me a total of 26 years (which, since I had over 5
years overseas service in Japan, India and Vietnam, counted as 30).
I
immediately found out that half-pay is not the same as full pay and did
various things to make up for that, but that’s another story for
another day.
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