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Grandpa Knew What He was Talking About

Michigan is a Prime Target of Terrorist Attacks?

Old people like to tell stories and my granpda was no exception. He didn’t usually make up stories, but sometimes it was obvious that he had gotten his information from a single source a single time and you didn’t always know how right or wrong he was.

One such story Grandpa used to tell me about how Michigan was a prime terrorist targets because the US had radio towers there to control the nuclear sub fleet. I always thought that was weird, because wouldn’t the army have more than one radio station? And why would you put radio stations for subs so far from the rest of the Navy?

Turns out he was right about the radio tower part (still not convinced on the terrorist target part).

How and Why of Submarine Radio in Michigan (and Wisconsin)

FM radio operates in the Mega Hertz range, eg 106.9 FM means that the station operates a frequency modulated radio broadcast on the 106.9 MHz, or 106,900,000 Hertz, wavelength. That means the radio waves are relatively short and you can use a relatively short antenna to send and receive that radio signal. AM uses longer radio waves and needs longer antennas which is why Walkmans and cell phones can include FM radio easily, but not AM.

To broadcast radio through the water to the depth that submarines operate you need to use extremely low frequencies in the 76 Hz range.

Republic, MI and Clam Lake, WI had Extremely Low Frequency radio stations that did indeed broadcast to the US submarine fleets. The radio stations couldn’t be built just anywhere because the antennas need to be “2,140 to 3,726 miles” (thanks Wikipedia!) long. Since a wire antenna that big would be unwieldy, the army hooked 26 mile wire antennas into the bedrock and let the earth be a big antenna. The locations in Wisconsin and Michigan had the right kind of rock to make that easier to do.

The radio stations have been decommissioned since 2004 which makes me wonder how they’re communicating with subs today.

Reading and Learning Comes Full Circle

My grandpa had lots of interesting stories because he was always learning. He subscribed to and read Scientific American and the Reader’s Digest and the Stars and Stripes magazines, among other publications. He was a news man that loved news. I can’t count the times he would literally pull me to his side, and point emphatically at some section of an article which he had circled and underlined with a ball point pen.

I like to think that he learned about these ELF radio stations from an article in one of his magazines. You see, I also love reading news and science articles. Most of my reading today is done online, including today’s big find. Lockheed Martin and the Department of Defense are working on making two-way communications with submarines possible.

Let me state for the record that I fully intend to tell my grandkids about this some day.

Footnote:

More information about the Clam Lake location can be found at the Federation of American Scientists website.
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A trip to Grandpa’s camp

I have a lot of fond memories of my grandpa. As we cleaned out his house something reminded me of a trip I took out to his camp when I was a kid. The details are a little fuzzy, but here are the impressions that remain.

To get to the land we rode in his big red van. I got to sit on a wooden box with a padded top and play with the 8-track machine. There might have been a seatbelt attached to the box, I can’t remember. At least one four wheeler was in the van, and maybe a three wheeler too.

Once we reached the land we rode a four wheeler out to the camp itself. I was very impressed that the four wheeler had a switch on it to change gas tanks so you could drive somewhere, and know that you had gas enough to get back.Papa had brought my bb-gun with us and we strapped it to the rack on the back of the wheeler — I think it was with those black rubber bungee cords that don’t stretch much. He made a big deal about making sure it was secure. At least it seemed like a big deal to me back then.

One we were there, I think I might’ve gotten a tour. I remember there being 6 or so bunk beds with musty old mattresses. I was very impressed with the mousetrap they had set up. The mousetrap was a 5 gallon bucket with the handle fixed in the upright position and a board leaned against the side for the mice to climb up. The wire handle had plastic grip on it which could spin and which was covered in peanut butter to attract the mice. I never knew if it really worked until I looked it up on youtube tonight. They do work! Looks like my grandpa knew what he was doing.

I still have the bb-gun. It is a pump action, and I remember that I was supposed to pump it 10 times for maximum power. I could hardly pump it 6 or 7 times and had to lean on it with all my weight to get the full 10. I shot at hanging pop can — I doubt I even hit it. I also shot at trees that I now know were WAY out of range of the bb-gun. Papa was a good sport and encouraged me anyways.

We took a little hike, and I was carrying my bb-gun down the trail with me. Even though Papa had been teaching me various ways to carry a gun safely for some reason I tried using the bb-gun as a walking stick. That got a little bit of mud in the barrel. I shook it then tried to look down the barrel to see if it was cleared. That’s when Papa stepped in and gave me a good stern lecture on not getting dirt in your barrel, never ever ever looking down a barrel. When I suggested shooting the gun to clear it out I got the never-shoot-a-gun-with-a-blocked-barrel lecture too. Once that was over he opened the bb loading hole, blew a quick puff of air through the gun and cleared out the rest of the mud.

It was either on that same trip or one around that same time that we went out riding down some dirt roads, on the wheeler agan, where the trees were bending all the way over the road from both sides.I remember being impressed with how pretty and picturesque it was. When we got to a good spot we took a break and had a snack. I had a Shasta Red Pop. Papa always had Shasta Pop in the mini-fridge at his house back then, and Red was my favorite.

Papa always tried to make his grandkids feel special and loved. On that trip he sure succeeded.

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