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Welcome to Bud Gottesman's website !
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This website is under construction. I am learning so be patient.
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I used to look like this.
That's my destroyer, The Robert L.Wilson in the background.
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This is what I look like now.
Welcome to my "Reluctant" website.
The name of my book is "The Reluctant Sailor"
Everything about my naval career was a little reluctant.
From the very first day when I reluctantly enlisted things went wrong. Because of a mis-addressed mail notice to report for active duty, I was AWOL right off the bat.
I couldn't have reported if I had received the notice on time anyway because I was in bed with a severe case of the Measles. They actually sent two heavily armed Shore Patrol men to capture me at my home.
Things kept going consistently wrong in Boot Camp and on the Robert L. Wilson DD847 until I was eventually discharged from the navy.Information about how to order Bud's book, is directly below and then you'll be able to read a little from the intro, of his very funny and highly entertaining book !
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- I typed very slowly then but have since almost learned how to touch type. Once my fingers hit the keyboard my memory flooded back with amazing details.
I wish I had the visual aids that I now have when I wrote my book.
- The world was a different place back in the later days of World War II. The United States was caught up in world conflicts in Europe and the Pacific. We were totally unprepared for such a serious conflict.
I was 17 years old and in high school when I joined the navy. I gave up my toy soldiers for the real thing.
- I became part of what is now called "The Greatest Generation" towards the end of World War II just before they slammed the door !
- I have been telling these stories for a long time. A lot of my friends have their own stories to tell that are a lot more serious than the funny things that happened to me, so they interrupt me to tell theirs.
I never get to finish mine.
Now you know why I had to write "The Reluctant Sailor".
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What are you waiting for ?
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Don't wait !
This book could become a collector's item !
Hurry before all of Bud's books are sold !
The first edition is going fast !
You can also purchase the book at
"My Book Place"
In Tequesta, Florida - 124 Bridge Road
(561) 747-9597
And
"Martha's Hallmark" in Jupiter, Florida,
in "The Bluffs Square Shoppes" -
just north of TooJays (561)627-5050
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This is Bud with his daughter, Simm.
TIME FOR CELEBRATION !
WE FINALLY GOT A VIDEO - ON YOU TUBE -
WITH BUD IN IT !
If you would like to see a TV interview that was done with Bud from November 2003 on Channel 5 - CLICK here.
If you would like to order an autographed copy of one of Bud's books, you can email him, by CLICKING here.
Or, if you would like to see his daughter, Simm's site, about acupuncture,
CLICK here.
Or, if you would like to See Bud's neice, Ami's site, about quilts, and lots of other fun stuff CLICK here.
Or, if you would like to see Bud's grand daughter, Daina's site, about her travels and fire dancing and living in Tel Aviv CLICK here.
Or, if you would like to see Bud's favorite site, about butterflies CLICK here.
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Please understand that just because I've put this little excerpt from my dad's book here, this does not mean that it is now public domain.
This excerpt as well as all of Bud's book's contents has been copyrighted.(c) 2003 by Bud Gottesman - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Here's the intro from Bud's book
"After I graduated high school, every day I waited for Sam, our mailman, so I could question him to see if he had my notice to report for active duty, but it didn't arrive. Sam was almost like part of the family. On a warm summer day with our curtains floating in and out of our open windows we could often hear him singing out a half a block away when he had mail for Miss Beebe, from Leonard Moss, her fiancé, who was stationed in Italy in the Air Force. My life at that point seemed limited to only one thing, waiting for my notice to report for active duty, but it still hadn't arrived. What DID eventually arrive, much to our surprise, were two big Military Policemen in white uniforms with even bigger gun belts strapped around their waists. They were actually US Navy Shore Patrolmen (SP's).
My grandmother, who lived with us, opened the door and these two SP's burst into the house looking for me. Grama Rosa was a very short and stout woman with a most pleasant round face and long gray hair always braided and meticulously pinned into a bun in the back. I rarely saw this quintessential grandmother without an apron. She was born in Russia around 1883 she maintained a fairly strong though lovable accent on that day, some 39 years after immigrating to this country.
I guess the Shore Patrol guys didn't understand her when she told them that I had caught the Measles from Rubyjean, my young cousin, and that I was upstairs in bed with a high fever. They brushed her aside and rushed up the stairs, calling my name. They pulled me out of bed, still in my pajamas, each man holding me up off the floor at the armpits. They were carrying me down the stairs of our small colonial house like an escaped convict, when they ran into a formidable obstacle. My Grama Rosa was standing at the foot of the stairs blocking their exit. She was red-faced, waving her arms in the air and shrieking as loud as she could, to put her boy down, now !
This time they listened as she pointed out the very evident red Measle spots all over me. For the first time they looked at their captive and noticed the pale, fever ridden scrawny body of a very young boy who was only 17 years old, less than a week before.
As they relaxed their grip on me, I reached my hand up and grabbed the bottom rung of the wrought iron stair railing directly over my head, like I frequently did, thereby remaining airborne as they let go of me. I suppressed a Tarzan Yell that usually accompanied my swings in the stair well, as I watched those clearly frightened Shore Patrolmen beat a hasty retreat."
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