Auto-biography of Jerry c russell The Early Years



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I worked the next two years as the project manager on the WEPCO project as well as did marketing work and helped out on other projects. The WEPCO project was a real challenge as we had to develop the configuration and all the basic software as well as the applications. We had a system that had over twenty computers of five different kinds. We did it with about twenty people, on schedule and close to budget. A year or so after WEPCO, we sold a similar system to Southern California Edison. I again did the marketing presentations, but they could not name me project manager, so I recommended a friend who was then working in marketing support, Tim Kenealy. We needed to develop a set of advanced application software and needed special talent to form a advanced software group. I knew a guy Ralph Massiello who worked for one of our competitors who was very good. I talked him in to coming with us and forming ad advanced software group. He agreed if I reported to him. I went along with this and we hired a good group of about 15 top people in the industry. They reported to Ralph and he reported to me. I did not want to stay in Management, even though at that time I was Manager of System Development. I did not like all the administrative, and personnel work associated with management, and decided to stay in a consultant role which was based on my technical capabilities and industry stature. Eventually Ralph got promoted and reported direct to the Vice President.. I felt this would be much more secure, as I could go any place in the industry I wanted with my background, but after a few years in management, you are just another manager if there was trouble in the company or business. Also I made more money than any of the managers, other than my boss who was the Vice President, and most of the time I made more than him. Eventually Ralph got promoted and reported direct to the Vice President . Later he left and became the president of one of our major competitors. They had trouble on the SCE project and I was asked to step in to help Tim. I got it straightened out finally although I found out much later Tim never forgave me, as he felt it put him down. He went on up through management over the years and 20 years later I ended up working for him.

Dennis Gibson and I began to fly the Musketeer 4726J to Canada long weekend fishing trips. At first we went to Sioux Lookout and took seaplane fly- ins to various lakes. We also flew in to a Lake that is on an island in lake of the Woods with Northwest Flying services. On that flight a famous old bush pilot Red Swanson picked us up in terrible foggy weather. We had to land on several lakes and wait on the way back, and we flew just above the trees in fog. Fifteen years later Red was flying a twin from Nestor Falls to International fog in bad weather and hit a tower, killing all aboard including the son of the guy I would later buy the island from. Some times we would take various people from work with us and some times my two oldest boys and one or two of Gibson’s (little brothers) as he was in the Big Brother program (he never married). One time we took my boys and a friend of one of his little brothers, who had been in reform school, but who Dennis thought he could re-habilitate. Before we took the fly-in to a remote lake, we stopped in a sporting good store for some fishing equipment, and the boys walked around the store. After we had been on the lake one day a Lands and Forest large plane landed and taxied to our camp. We were up the lake, and by the time we got back we could see they were searching our camp. When we got there they asked who owned a particular back-pack, and Dennis Said he did. They then arrested him and split us up and took each one into the plane to interrogate us. When they tried to do this to my boys I complained and said they couldn’t do that, and they better tell us what this was all about. They said they found a shot-gun sight in his duffel that had been stolen from the sporting goods store. It was in Dennis’s duffel. I knew immediately how it had gotten there as this kid from the reform school Jeff, must have stolen it and hid it in Dennis’s duffel. Dennis would not tell the police this however so they arrested him and flew him out to Sioux Lookout. I told the police to send a airplane back in for us as soon as possible. While we were waiting I looked at Jeff’s jacket and he had a hidden pocket under the armpit where he had hidden the gunsight. I confronted him and he just laughed about it. He knew if he admitted it he would go back to reform school and he didn’t care about Dennis. When we got back to Sioux Lookout, I went to the jail to see Dennis. He was in a grubby little cell with some drunken indians. They had fed him liver and onions, and taken his shoes and his belt. I talked to the Chief of police and he said the justice of the peace had set bail at 500$ cash. It was evening by this time and too late to get to a bank, so I went around town to see if I could get 500$. Nobody in town, including the resort owner had 500$ in cash so I went back to the Justice of the peace. We meet at his house, and I tried to explain the situation, but he wouldn’t have any of it until his wife listened for a while and it turned out she had a brother who was in the Big Brothers organization, so the JP agreed to take a check, and we got him out around eleven o’clock. The next day we went back to the courthouse and they said since they had found the gun sight in Dennis’s duffel and we were in a remote lake, somebody in the party was guilty, and so if somebody did not plead guilty, they would find the whole party guilty. Also since the value of the sight was more than 50$, the crime was a felony in Canada, so everybody would end up with a felony conviction. Since this would be transferred to the United States, my kids would presumably end up with a felony conviction there. This could affect many things for them later in like, so I knew I couldn’t let that happen. We called all over the United States to determine if it would be considered a felony in the US but nobody knew for sure. We talked to lawyers both in the US and Canada and everybody agreed the only way out was to get Jeff to plead guilty. Dennis tried talking to him and he just laughed at him, I threw him around the room a little bit with no results, he was the toughest meanest kid I ever saw. We found out from the resort owner that the Judge who would try us was due to come up from Dryden on next Wednesday and he would stay the night before the trial at the resort. The plan was to use the resort owner to help us and plead with the judge for some solution. Unfortunately there was a storm and the judge didn’t come up the night before. The morning of the trial our Canadian lawyer tried talking to Jeff and finally concluded the only way out was for Dennis to plead guilty, and he would talk to the judge. So at the last minute Dennis plead guilty and the judge fined us 300$. We never knew if the charge went in as a felony, but Dennis never had any trouble later about it either in the US or Canada. A few years later I bought a old 56 ford, and we put canoe racks on the top and put it at the air port in Red Lake Canada. We used to drive up a logging road 40 miles to the Berens river and canoe up or down the river. I had a outboard bracket with a little three horse motor and could go about forty miles in a day. We would have to make many portages on the way up, and come down them a day or two later. We tried to keep track of them as we went up and run the easy ones on the way back down. One trip with Mark and Dennis, we miss calculated, Mark and I took the canoe to try to run the portage while Dennis walked. The portage was a big roller, when we hit it the canoe went in to a big roller head first. The last I saw of Mark ,who was in the front of the canoe, was a wall of water covering him. We were thrown all over and came out the bottom with the canoe full of water, but still up-right. Our gear was floating around, but we were able to retrieve it, and were just glad we did not hit a rock on the ride. There were many trips up and down the Berens river and we caught lots of fish, and had many adventures. On one trip with my boss Sheldon Tart, and Dennis the clutch linkage broke on the car when we were way down a logging road that had a chain across it we had lifted and went under. We were able to get the car started by pushing it in gear, so we came back down the road in low gear, however the chain was at the top; of a hill, so the plan was to put Tart and Gibson on the front fenders and as I approached the chain they were to jump off, run ahead and lift the chain and I would go through as slow as I could, which was pretty fast. Amazingly it worked although I would have loved to have moving pictures of it. I fixed the clutch linkage that night at camp with a piece of a tree branch and some fishing line. It stayed that way for the next year till we junked the car. We flew up to Red Lake or Sioux Lookout until of 1977, and then because a financial consultant the company had hired for executives advised we needed a bigger mortgage, and nobody wanted to move, we decided to buy some recreational property. We almost bought a island on the U. S. side of Rainy Lake but the Federal government decided they wanted the property to use for Voyagers National Park. I contacted a realtor in Fort Frances and he showed me an island on Red Gut Bay of Rainy Lake. We bought the island in March of 77 without ever setting foot on it. Mark, Tom Wycor and myself, skied out to it for the first time. I financed the island for the first year with the guy I bought it from. After a year the Canadian dollar fell twenty percent, so I paid off the loan. This and the fact I decided to build ourselves, and apparently Kirscher , the past owner, assumed he would be able to build for us, made him mad and he caused us trouble later on.

During the seventies we sold fifteen or twenty more systems patterned after WEPCO. These were all over the United States and many foreign countries. During the seventies and eighties I traveled to almost every country in the world. I was all over South America, Africa, Asia, Australia, Europe, Japan, China, Scandinavia etc. The oldest boys, Steve and Mark went through school in Columbia Heights. Both were in the national honor society when they graduated from high school. Steve went to the University of Minnesota taking economics and Mark took Electrical Engineering. Steve got restless and moved out when he was a sophomore in college to live in various apartments with various girlfriends. Mark moved out his senior year.

I was in Spain many times as over the years we had lots of business there. One trip ,in the late eighties, we were selling a system to a company that had been formed to be the pool of all utilities in Spain. We had to visit all these utilities and make a presentation. Each utility went to special efforts to entertain us at the best restaurants and to show us the local sights, so it was a very special trip that took three weeks. When we visited Oviedo I went back to the hotel Principado where I had stayed twenty years ago, and when I walked into the restaurant the waiter recognized me as he had been my friend then and spent much time explaining the menu to me. I tipped him a dollar each day which at that time was a days wage. When we landed in La Coruna, a executive picked us up in a Mercedes limousine. As we were driving into town I told him I had been there twenty years ago. It turned out this guy was Senior Quiroga’s son. Senior Quiroga was the president of the company that I had dinner with. Senior Quiroga had died and there was a huge monument we visited at a town the family owned near the Ballizar power plant. Also I asked about Hyme Urou and found out he had just died of cancer. It turns out he was the top technical guy at the utility and was much revered by everybody. The executive was much impressed and he really treated us like royalty. We spent the night at the small village the family owned in the mountains. There was a villa full of price-less antiques with a large cadre of servants. They had there own hydro generating plant and the family literally owned the whole town. When we visited the large under-ground hydro plant they took me to the equipment room where the equipment I had installed twenty years ago was still in service. I don’t think the people with me believed the story until I opened the cabinet and pulled the drawings out of the instruction book. I had signed all the drawings. Senior Quiroga junior wanted us to stay a extra week and he was going to take us sailing to the coast of Africa in his yacht. We enjoyed very much the next few weeks being entertained across Spain.

Roberto Delariva and I went to China to give a seminar in the mid seventies. This was before China opened up and it was a very interesting trip. There were no private cars in Bejing, only thousands of bicycles. We caused a stir when we walked through Taineman square as most had not seen white people before. They assigned each of us a government guide and an interpreter. They interpreted the seminar, but unfortunately the interpreter could not understand Roberto because of his Spanish accent, therefore I had to do the whole week seminar. After a few days I noticed one of the people seemed to understand everything I said so during a break I talked to him. He was a PHD from University of Wisconsin, Dr Wu. He spoke perfect English and understood the technology. Unfortunately this was during the cultural revolution, so he was at the bottom on the pecking order in China. Farmers and laborers were the elite, and got the best housing etc. Finally I was able to convince the interpreter to let Dr Wu interpret for me since he understood much better. After the seminar they had a state dinner for us at the Forbidden City. I asked that Dr Wu attend but they said he wasn’t allowed since he was a intellectual. Out chauffeur would be there. I said I wouldn’t come unless Dr Wu attended, so they let him although he was so far down the big round table I hardly saw him. They took us on a tour of the great wall, and other sights. I was most interested in their steam trains, as I hadn’t seen one since I was a kid.

During this period I made several trips to South Africa. This was a very long (18 hr) flight from New York, we stopped to fuel at a island off of Africa in the middle of the night. I gave several seminars with ESCOM the state utility there. Since I was there in the summer,(winter there) it was always dark when I went to work and dark when I got through, so I never saw much of South Africa. After three trips like this I told the country manager Al Loyd that I wasn’t going to come anymore unless I got to see more of South Africa. As a result he set up a spectacular trip for me at the end of my latest seminar. He chartered a twin engine airplane for me and flew me around the country. We went to a private game reserve near Kruger Park. We had to buzz the landing strip to scare the Impala off the grass runway. The pilot waited three days for me while I was treated like a king at the game reserve. I had a private villa made up like a grass hut, free booze, great food and entertainment. They assigned me a private guide who drove me in a Land Rover over the game preserve. He sat in a seat mounted high up in the air spotting game and telling the driver where to go. We saw every kind of African animal you can think of, dozens of different types of antelopes, deer, water buffaloes, crocodiles, lions, elephants, rhinos, etc. It was spectacular. They teased a large rhino until he charged the land rover and chased us a half mile or so. The same with a bull elephant. One night they took me out to a bamboo enclosure where there were lions. We sat in this enclosure looking out where they had killed a Impala and left it hang in a tree. The lions came up to feed, and they gradually brought up the lights so we could watch from not more than forty feet away. We had to wait until they were done and left before we could get out. On the way back to Johannesburg the pilot let me fly the airplane and as we approached the airport I saw the largest airplane I had ever saw approaching the airport. It was monstrous and appeared to be hardly moving. It turned out this was the inaugural flight of a 747 to South Africa. I had never seen one before. On the flight back from Johannesburg to Rome we had to land at Nairobi Africa. They warned us not to get off the airplane, although most passengers did as we had been on for so long. In order to get back on we had to be strip searched by black irregular looking soldiers. One of the ladies had a fit as there was not much privacy, they were going to arrest her but the flight crew got her out of it but she still had to strip. It was not long after this that some Arabs high jacked a EL-AL plane and flew it to Nairobi, where there is almost no law. The Israelis sent in a commando team to the airport and rescued the plane and crew while shooting up many of the airport security? police.

During the next ten years I took many interesting foreign trips, to almost every country in world. We spent quite a bit of time is Australia, and the far east and I went around the world several times. Had a good time for a week in Perth Australia, on the west coast.

The Early Island years

During the late seventies and eighties we used the Musketeer to go to the island almost every week end in the summer and every other in the winter.. Usually I took guys from work for two trips or so and then Toots and the kids. We usually flew up Thursday or Friday night and back Sunday. The weather did not stop us very often, although we did fly with some low ceilings. I knew the route so well I could go pretty low without getting lost. The airplane was great during this period with little trouble. I did the inspection work myself and had it signed by a friend who is a Aircraft Inspection license. One winter Sunday with the temperature around 40 below, we heated the engine and took off from International Falls, as I started to leave the airport area I noticed oil on the windshield. I turned around but before we could get back to the field the windshield was covered. I was able to land looking out the side window and slipping the airplane. It turned out the crankcase vent had plugged with ice and the pressure had blown out the propeller oil seal. Took the airplane in Einardsons hanger and replaced the seal in about two hours and still made it home. One trip coming up with grandma and some of the kids, I heard a plane on the radio that was lost around the Falls. Einarson was trying to help him on the radio but didn’t know where he was. In listening to him I thought I knew where he was so we diverted over into Canada to try to help. Before I could get in the area he ran out of gas and went down. I began to get his emergency locator beacon on the radio, so I detuned the radio to try to peak the signal as we went in the area. We were able to see them crashed on the ground. The airplane was destroyed and they were laying and standing around it. I called Einarson and we stayed over them directing the ambulance to them. Nobody was killed but several were in the hospital for a while.

CONSTRUCTION PROJECTS

When we took our first trip to the island we went in the new red Lund boat that we had just bought. Got it at a discount by going through Gibson’s brother who was a friend of the Lund family, who were from Wadena MN. We took some building materials with us figuring on starting to build a small cabin. When we got there we took a good look at the old log cabin and decided we may be able to fix it up instead. The floor and roof were partly missing, it was full of bat shit, and the foundation logs were rotting. However we cleaned it out rebuilt the roof and the floor and gradually fixed it up. We used the building materials we brought to build a outhouse, that we at first used both as a toilet and to store our tools. We brought in a gas oven we got from John Hulen as they had replaced theirs, and propane tanks. On a trip a few weeks later with a bunch of guys from work, we hauled in a gas refrigerator and installed gas lights. We took the old rusted wood stove out and put in a new steel woodstove. By the end of the summer the place was very livable. We were in there a lot the first few years both during the summer and winter. It was cold in the winter as there was no insulation in the log walls and the floor was not tight to the walls. The stove would heat it all right but the temperature difference between the floor and the ceiling was extreme. We could be roasting at eye level and there would be snow on the floor. After a few years we decided to build a porch on the front of the cabin. We got the lumber from the sawmill Pearson had been running up the lake. It was rough cut, but strong. We built the porch which greatly increased the comfort of the place especially in the summer. The porch is well built, and will probably be there long after the cabin has fell in. About five years later the kids decided they wanted to build a big tree house. We convinced them to build a smaller tree house, and we instead built a small outpost sleeping cabin. It is very comfortable to sleep in during the summer as it is open on the front, just covered with screen wire.


We bought a snowmobile to get across the lake in the winter. On one of the early trips we were trying to go across the lake at night in a snowstorm with two of us on the snowmobile and another guy on a sled we were towing. The snow was so heavy we got lost. Finally the snowmobile overheated and failed a piston. Fortunately we had skies with us, but we didn’t know exactly where we were. After a while in the dark, we could see a little bit and recognized a shoreline. You couldn’t see any thing with the snowmobile light on. Finally I found out if I took the sparkplug out of the failed cylinder I could still run the snowmobile alone and I was able to direct the other two to the island. We got stuck in slush on the lake many times. Once Gibson and I got stuck at night and worked hours trying to get out, only to get stuck again. We weren’t sure exactly where we were and we were wet with the temperature below zero. I finally got the snow machine out but I couldn’t find Gibson. He didn’t answer when I yelled. I walked the whole area and finally found him laying down. He said he was too exhausted to answer. Finally found a familiar shore and we got back to the cabin. The problems with getting stuck in the slush prompted me to buy a all terrain vehicle called a ARGO. I had seen it advertised. It has eight tires, tracks and floats. We went to Hamilton Ontario to get it on a trailer. I built a cab for it and we used it for our winter trips from now on. It would go through almost any slush and we used also in the summer to travel over portages and even across lakes, with a outboard on the back.

We did still have lot’s of exciting things happen even crossing with the ARGO. We went through the ice a half a dozen times. The first time was when we were crossing at night with the cab on.. Mark and Gibson were aboard. As we approached the island, the front dipped, and water splashed over the front. We had driven into a big crack and were floating. We moved across with the tracks spinning, to the other side but it wouldn’t climb out. We took the wooden cover off since it would float, and it was decided somebody had to jump out on the ice to anchor the cable from the winch. Naturally I was elected, so I stood on the front of the ARGO and dove/slid forward on my belly. Fortunately the ice held and I was able to anchor the winch and get us out. Another time I was testing the ice with the ARGO before taking off from it with the airplane. I went through with the front of the ARGO and as it was at an angle began taking on water. I went to the back and jumped up and down to break it through also. Finally it broke through also and the thing was level so we stopped taking on water. However we were in a hole in the ice the size of the ARGO and it wouldn’t come out. Gibson was on the shore about 200 yards away. On instruction he got a took a rope and came out on the part of the ice that was solid and was able to throw it to me. I then fastened the rope to the rear hitch of the ARGO and with him pulling on the rope and me in the front to raise the rear, it climbed out backwards. Another time Toots and I were coming out in April when the ice was starting to get soft. It seemed thick enough so we started off across the bay with a load of lumber. Out about 200 yards from shore we got stuck in slush. I got out and went around in front to try to push, but when I lifted on the front of the ARGO my feet went through the ice, Fortunately I had a hold on the ARGO so I could pull myself out. However the force broke the front of the ARGO through. Again I had to force the rear through also to level the machine. We were now 200 yards off shore with a load of lumber, Toots and the dog, Mitzi. I laid the lumber out on the ice from the ARGO and we were able to sneak off on it and work our way to shore on foot. We then had to fight our way back through the snow and bush to Stan’s resort. Then I had to figure out how to get the ARGO out or it would freeze in. We went to Fort Frances and bought 300 yards of rope, and I got my cross country skies. After working our way back to a point on shore near the ARGO I tied the rope to a tree and walking on the skies, worked my way back out to the ARGO. Then by fastening the rope to the end on the winch line on the ARGO, I was able to winch the ARGO out. I had to reconnect the rope and the winch several times as we kept breaking through the ice for the first 50 yards or so. Toots swore she would not go up again in April, although it was only because of the unusual ice conditions that winter that caused the problem



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