A monthly publication of the Meridian Amateur Radio Club October 1997

President Report:
GE to all: Hope everyone is enjoying the cooler temperatures. Another Summer has passed us by, and Fall with it's fresh air and colors has arrived.

A successful VE session on September 20th, brought us three new hams to the area and one to upgrade from General to Extra. Now that's a lot of study and dedication. Congratulations to everyone that tested. TNX again to Mr. John (W5DEJ), Ronny (KD5DKW), Gene (W5MBJ), and ole Howard (W5UTL) for their help with the exams.

There have been several hamfest with more coming up soon. Hope everyone gets to go to one or two and spend a little money on some new equipment. Isn't that what we all think and dream about?

73's KI5FW Dennis

Vice President Report:
V.P. Conner had a busy month. It went by fast. Hope all are well. I would like to pass on the Amateur's Creed to you.

The Radio Amateur is:
Considerate...never knowingly uses the air in such a way to lesson the pleasure of others.
Loyal...offers loyalty, encouragement and support to their fellow radio amateurs, their local radio club, and to the American Radio Relay League, through which Amateur Radio is represented.
Progressive...with knowledge abreast of science. It is well-built and efficient. Operating practice is above reproach.
Friendly...slow and patient sending when requested, friendly advice and counsel to the beginner, kindly assistance, cooperation and consideration for the interests of others. These are marks of the amateur spirit. is their hobby. They never allow it to interfere with any of the duties they owe to their home, job, church, school, or community.
Patriotic...their knowledge and their station are always ready for the service of his country and their community.

73's and 88's C.P. W5OQY

Who wrote the Amateur's Creed?

The Amateur Creed was composed in 1928 by Paul M. Segal, then 9EEA in Denver and General Counsel of the ARRL. The creed has been updated a few times over the intervening years, to update the text and put it into contemporary terms. The Amateur's Creed appears in a number of ARRL publications such as the Handbook, and is just as valid today as it has been for nearly 70 years.

Radio Communications Conflict?

This is a transcript of an actual radio conversation between a US Naval ship and Canadian authorities off the coast of Newfoundland in October 1995.

US SHIP: Please divert your course 0.5
degrees to the South to avoid a collision.

CANADIAN REPLY: Recommend you
divert YOUR course 15 degrees to
the South to avoid a collision.

US SHIP: This is the Captain of the US Navy Ship. I say again, divert YOUR course.

CANADIAN REPLY: No, I say again,
divert YOUR course!


CANADIAN REPLY: This is a lighthouse..
.......... Your call.


The FCC has fined Robert J. Powers, KB7TQA, of Puyallup, Washington, $1600 for operating on an unlicensed frequency. The action by the Compliance and Information Bureau was adopted by the Commission August 19. The fine stemmed from a violation that occurred a few months before Powers got his Technician ticket in April of 1993.

According to the FCC order, FCC agents from the Seattle Field Office discovered Powers on January 26, 1993, operating a radio station on 27.455 MHz "without authorization from the Commission." He was cited for violating Section 301 of the Communications Act. Agents used direction-finding equipment to trace the signal to Powers residence, and the FCC reports that Powers admitted to operating on the unlicensed frequency. Powers initially was fined $2000. The FCC subsequently reduced the forfeiture to $1600. Powers was ordered to pay the fine by September 22, 1997.

The FCC also cited Victor Pessaro of Melbourne, Florida, for CB radio service violations that occurred in early 1994. Following up on interference complaints, FCC agents tracked down Pessaro as he was operating on frequencies other than those authorized by FCC rules. In addition, Pessaro refused the FCC agents request to inspect his station. Consequently, the Vero Beach Field Office issued a Notice of Apparent Liability to Pessaro for $5750 for operating over the regulated power limits in the CB radio service and for failing to allow an inspection. The forfeiture was later reduced to $750, and the FCC upheld the fine in an order released August 22. Pessaro has until September 22, 1997, to pay his fine.

All the Good Things

He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was
one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful.

Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving - "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice-teacher's mistake. I looked at him and said,
"If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"

It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since
I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.

I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking
tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the
front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to
Mark's desk, removed the tape and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."

At the end of the year I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instructions in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in the third.
One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves - and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Marked said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend."

That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much!"

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.

That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip - the weather, my experiences in general. There was a light lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a side-ways glance and simply says, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is."

Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend." To
this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.

I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark, I would
give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me.

The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the
funeral? It was difficult enough at the grave side. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark
took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water.

I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math
teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said.

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chucks farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that" Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put this in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki,
another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all
times," Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

written by: Sister Helen P. Mrosia

The purpose of this letter, is to encourage everyone to compliment the people you love and care about. We often tend to forget the importance of showing our affections and love. Sometimes the smallest of things, could mean the most to another. I am asking you, to please send this letter around and spread the message and encouragement, to express your love and caring by complimenting and being open with communication. The density of people in society, is so thick, that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, I beg of you, to tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. Sister Helen P. Mrosia

NCRC is starting their V.E. program on November 30th @ 2 PM in Philadelphia.
Contact Bobby (AC5NK) for more information.

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