Thursday, December 31, 2020
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
Obituary for Beverley McCraw
Friday, October 16, 2020
Good News about the 2022 USMFA Reunion
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Monday, July 13, 2020
Obituary for Paul B. McGraw Jr.
We're sorry to share the sad news that Paul McGraw passed away quietly on Thursday morning, July 9, 2020. In addition to being a husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, veteran, businessman, and community leader, he was a long time member of the US McCraw Family Association. He regularly attended reunions and hosted the reunion in 2012 in Spartanburg, SC.
Paul was featured in an article in Fall 2017 Newsletter that you can read by clicking here.
Friday, June 26, 2020
USMFA Members and Friends
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Story by Steve McGraw
"Mike"
Mike knew how to solve my problem. "Here, Stevey; wipe your nose with this!" he encouraged me as I cried and cried, first out of fear of the huge, boisterous horses moving all around me, and then because my nose was leaking so badly . . . making things even worse.
"Noooo . . . I n-n-need something c-c-cleeeean . . . like a hankuchif or a
tishew . . . " I whimpered . . . which I guess shouldn't have been entirely
unexpected for such a little boy who had been on this big planet for
only about four or five years.
"It IS clean," Mike assured me with the authority, confidence and
wisdom of one who was all of nine years old, and with that
trademark, typical big grin adorning his face.
"But it's ROUGH," I responded through my tears and dripping nose.
"Sure it's rough; it's supposed to be - it's burlap, but it's clean," Mike
continued to assure and console me as he leaned over and helped me wipe my face and eyes and blow my nose on the old feed sack. "See?!" he said enthusiastically as he guided me through my latest crisis. "The horses won't bother you; they're nice," Mike explained as he led me over to the nearest beast, boosted me up and let me run my hand down the horse's mane. "See - there's no reason to cry."
He was right, of course, and I stopped crying, but I never forgot how
gentle and kind he was that day. It is one of my earliest memories of my
first cousin Mike from so many years ago when I was such a small,
frightened "city kid" who had just been introduced to the "country" in a
big, scary way.
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On a recent unseasonably warm and dry weekend winter day, I went on one of my occasional motorcycle/nostalgia rides and ended up at Sherwood Memorial Park. There I visited Mike's grave amongst the rest of them, situated on a windy hilltop in Salem, Virginia with a commanding view of much of the beautiful surrounding Roanoke Valley. My cousin Mike's remains are buried there in the same part of the cemetery where my parents and maternal grandparents and other family members are located.
The grave markers never tell enough of the story. They can't. On a
1' X 2' concrete, brass and marble monument there's not enough room
to explain the lives of the deceased; their special personalities, their
ongoing contributions to our lives, their importance to those of us
who can still remember them so vividly. Mike's marker reads:
MICHAEL L STIGLICH
VIRGINIA
SSGT US AIR FORCE
VIETNAM
MARCH 5 1946 OCT 8 1969
On this visit I was again surprised at Mike's age when he died - only 23,
many years younger than our two sons are today.
As well it should be, this cemetery is a peaceful, quiet, solemn place, and
I sometimes journey there when I need to slow down the world around
me and spend some uninterrupted time thinking, and remembering...
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"You guys want to walk up Tinker Mountain?" Mike asked my brother Tony and me and several of our cousins.
"Sure!" I said. "Where is it, and what does it look like?"
"It's right over there," Mike laughed, pointing off in the distance toward the
rugged old mountain, several miles away.
"Oh, that's 'Dead Man's Mountain'," I corrected him. "Mom told us all about it! It looks like a dead man lying under a sheet; this end's the head and that end's the feet - see?!"
Mike laughed again and nodded his head, "Yeah, a lot of people call it that, too. Y'all want to take a hike up to the top of it?"
"Yeah, let's go!" said a chorus of younger male and female voices, a
cohesive, fun-loving group of first cousins and others who were always
willing to go along with Mike's ideas and plans for us.
Of all the grandchildren of Hazel and Byron Poff, Mike was the oldest and the
biggest and, along with his sister, Linda and his brother, Jimmy, he
enjoyed taking us on adventures and doing things with us, and we
were always happy to be included.
After getting permission from the various powers-that-be and making promises to return by a certain time long before dark, we followed Mike over hill and dell, across creeks and gullies, through meadows and pastures and forests and finally up the side of Tinker Mountain to its craggy cliffs and rough rock faces.
What a view! We could see all the way back to where we had started and
everything else for miles and miles around. In the late fifty's there was
no Interstate 81, no huge housing developments, no fast food restaurants, very few hotels and almost no pollution. It was a clear autumn day and most of the trees had lost their leaves, so our view was virtually unobstructed. Mike seemed to know where everything was and he took his time to point out all the sights to be seen from such a splendid vantage point. Finally, it was time to head back.
The return trip was even more fun than the one up the mountain since we
followed Mike's example and used gravity and nature to our best possible advantage. The dry, fallen leaves had choked the draws and gullies and valleys with their crinkly carcasses, and we could sit and slide on piles of them down the sides of the mountain and its foothills for long distances before having to jump up and run to the next available natural sliding board.
Before long we were back at the Stiglich's home - sweaty, out of breath and with bits of leaves and dirt and pine needles stuck in our hair and ears and eyes and noses and shirts and pants and socks and shoes - but back on time, and safe once again.
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In 1964 Mike graduated with honors from high school, turned down an appointment to the Air Force Academy, and then went on to study at the University of Virginia but, after a couple of years, he decided that college wasn't for him. So, following in the footsteps of his parents, Myra and Leon - both of whom had served in the military during World War II - Mike and his sister Linda made the local news by joining the Air Force together in September, 1966.
Mike trained in Texas, soon earned the rank of staff sergeant and was then stationed in the Philippines. He became a cryptologist (code breaker, receiver and transmitter of encrypted messages) with the National Security Agency and volunteered for service in Vietnam.
In October, 1969 his reconnaissance plane caught on fire and crashed in the jungle, killing all six crew members and bringing to an abrupt end their promising young lives.
I'll never forget the awful emptiness that I felt when I learned of Mike's
death. He had always been bigger than life to me, and now his life was
suddenly over. By then I was nineteen years old and attending the local
community college while working a part-time job for the newspaper. As
difficult as it was for me to deal with Mike's death, I could not imagine
the pain and sense of loss which was being experienced by his parents
and siblings. The world was never the same again for any of us.
Within a month after Mike's funeral, my father committed suicide and - in addition to all of Dad's other problems and troubles - I often wondered if Mike's death may have added to his depression enough to result in such a sad, dramatic end.
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"Who's next?!" Mike shouted - maybe a little bit out of breath but never
seeming to grow tired of playing with us - and a dozen voices all
responded in nearly identical fashion . . .
"Me! I am! It's my turn! No; mine!" Mike grabbed the closest volunteer
by her arms and, holding firmly onto her thin wrists with his big hands, he
began to spin her around and around while leaning back against the
centrifugal force which was created. In the mid-sixties it was play time
again in our grandparent's expansive upper yard and, as usual, Mike
was in charge of the entertainment.
Soon this latest adventurer's arms and legs were extended straight out as
she found herself flying several feet off the ground in a twirling circle of
delight and near-fear while quietly screaming, "Stop - stop - stop . . . I -
can't - breathe . . . " Then Mike laughed out loud as he slowed his
spinning and allowed her to return gently to the earth and roll around in
the grass under the chestnut trees while giggling away the exhilaration
and regaining her breath.
"Next!" he'd shout again, and we'd all run toward Mike, who, at 6' 3" tall,
was probably one of the world's largest human thrill rides - for yet another
turn, time after time after time . . .
It seemed as though our lives - our youth - would never end. Mike was
the first and the oldest, but he was also the first to go, so he will
forever be the youngest of us all.
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Mike's name is appropriately inscribed on "The Wall" of the Vietnam
Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., and I've sought it out each
time I've visited that impressive, sobering monument since its construction back in 1993.
These links; http://www.ec47.com/thewall.htm and http://www.thewall-usa.com/
will provide you with more information about the type of unarmed aircraft in which Mike and his crewmates flew, the nature of their mission, their ultimate fate, and the precise location of Mike's name on "The Wall". And, at this link; http://www.virtualwall.org/ Mike's name can be entered into the search engine where it will provide additional information about him as well as a brief comment from another radio operator who had served with him in Vietnam.
Mike and others like him have also been honored elsewhere for their
bravery and courage. In 1998, Mike's parents received a letter from the
United States Department of Defense, recognizing that while serving
as cryptologists with the National Security Agency since its formation
in 1952, Mike and 151 others had made the "ultimate sacrifice" as
"they served in silence". Along with those other heroes, Mike's name
is listed on a monument located within the National Cryptologic Museum
at Fort George G. Meade near Baltimore, Maryland. You can read more
about this additional information at; National Security Agency Central Security Service > About Us > Cryptologic Heritage > National Cryptologic Museum
Were those other 58,225 soldiers - whose names are etched on "The Wall" of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial... or those other 151 individuals - whose names are inscribed on the cryptologic monument... as essential and important to their families as Mike was to ours? Are they missed as much as he is today, more than thirty years after his death?
My answer to those questions is quite simple: Yes, probably so. I have
no doubt that they were all special and unique to their families and friends and other loved ones.
Of two things I am absolutely certain - I will always miss him, and
there was only one Mike.
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Steve McGraw
Monday, May 25, 2020
Memorial Day Greeting from USMFA
Sunday, April 26, 2020
USMFA Reunion Update
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Monday, March 9, 2020
2020 USMFA Reunion Update!
Hello Members and Friends of The United States McCraw Family Association!
I hope you are all beginning to see signs of Spring where you live. I don't know about you, but to me it is such a relief to see more sun and milder temperatures!
We have a lot of news to share about the activities of USMFA and our reunion that is less than four months away. Time will fly by and it will be here before we know it.
Our 2020 Reunion will be held in Fairhope, Alabama from Friday, June 26 through Sunday, June 28, 2020. Our host, Phyllis Pittman Ledine has put together a terrific reunion. Our reunion is a great time to visit with family members from around the country, make new friends and connections with family members interested in our family genealogy, and share stories of your family with other descendants of William I. We will get updates on ongoing research to find the land that William settled on as well as our DNA project. Our Saturday night banquet will include a delicious menu and live music. Many people enjoy wearing their kilt or tartan to the Saturday night banquet. So, if you own one, be sure to bring it and wear it to the banquet.
To register for the reunion, click here 2020 Reunion to complete the registration process online at our website. If you prefer, I have attached the reunion registration form to this email. You may also register by completing the form and mailing it with your check to Tim McCraw at the address on the form.
Phyllis has made arrangements for those who are interested to meet for dinner on Thursday and Friday nights. If you are interested in one or both of these optional events, please let Phyllis know (phyllisledine@gmail.com) so that you will be added to the reservation. You will find more information about these locations at their websites and on the registration form.
Thursday night we will meet for dinner at McSharry's Irish Pub.
Now is a good time to make reservations for your hotel stay. The Holiday Inn Express on Greeno Road (US 98) will be the location of our meetings. A block of 10 rooms is being held for June 25, 26, and 27, 2020. The rooms are $109 for Thursday night and $139 each for Friday and Saturday nights. The room block code is RFC. Your Holiday Inn reservation is entirely separate from the Reunion registration and must be handled directly with the Fairhope Holiday Inn Express. The hotel phone number is 251-928-9191.
I have attached information from our Fall newsletter about the reunion, Fairhope and the surrounding area. There is plenty to do in the area so that you can extend your stay and make a vacation of it if you are able. Mobile, as well as the beautiful beaches of the Gulf are not far away.
If you haven't visited our website lately, you haven't visited at all. It has undergone a complete overhaul in the time since our last reunion, and our Webmaster, Scott McGraw, has redesigned the site and added many new features. Not only can you register for the reunion online, you may now join USMFA online at the website and/or renew your membership. Click here Join The USMFA! to join USMFA or renew your membership. I am also attaching the paper membership form to this email so that if you prefer, you may complete it and mail it to Tim McCraw with your check to the address on the form.
New for this reunion is The Carol McCraw Award of Merit. This award is designed to "honor family members who have made significant contributions to our association or to society." The first award will be presented to Carol McCraw posthumously at this summer's reunion. Scott has created a page on the website further describing the award and Carol's amazing contributions to our organization. As the primary researcher and author of It is McCraw not McGraw we owe her our gratitude for compiling a massive amount of information about our progenitor William 1 and his descendants in such a usable book. We will be presenting this award to other deserving family members every two years at our future reunions. Nominations for the 2022 award are open and you will find information about the award as well as the nominating form here Carol McCraw Award of Merit Be thinking of someone that you would like to honor in this way. It is never too soon to complete the nomination form.
By popular demand, we now have a USMFA store! Many people at the 2018 reunion said that they would like to purchase USMFA items. Your wish is our command! You may now purchase shirts, cups, travel mugs, can coolers, magnets, buttons, pillows and much more with the USMFA logo and the 2020 Reunion logo. Be sure to visit the website and our new store here USMFA Store
See you in Fairhope!
Janet Harvey
USMFA Secretary
Tuesday, February 4, 2020
Re: 2020 USMFA Reunion
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While you are on the Gulf Coast, why not make a vacation of attending the 2020 reunion and visit some local attractions before or after the reunion? I have attached information about the reunion and attractions in the surrounding area for your information.
Also, now is a good time to renew your USMFA Membership. Many members like to renew their memberships at the same time that they register for the reunion. A fillable membership form for the 2020-2022 period is attached for your convenience. You may complete the form and mail it with your check to Tim McCraw at the address on the form.
As a convenient alternative, it is now possible to complete the membership form and pay online at our website. Click this link Join The USMFA! to visit the membership page and join or renew your membership for 2020 - 2022.