Mr. Speaker, I would like to submit for the Record the accomplishments of Mr. Norton Hurd of Deltaville, Virginia. Mr. Hurd, whose grandfather fought at the Battle of Gettysburg, grew up in Deltaville, Virginia, and attended Lynchburg…
Mr. Speaker, I would like to submit for the Record the accomplishments of Mr. Norton Hurd of Deltaville, Virginia.
Mr. Hurd, whose grandfather fought at the Battle of Gettysburg, grew up in Deltaville, Virginia, and attended Lynchburg College, studying history while playing varsity tennis, baseball, and basketball. After graduating from Lynchburg, Mr. Norton became a teacher and coach at Amelia High School before signing up for the U.S. Naval Air Reserve in 1941. After receiving his flight wings in May 1942, Ensign Hurd was stationed in Minneapolis, training pilots in open-cockpit planes in the frigid temperatures of Minnesota. He, however, longed for combat.
Ensign Hurd repeatedly asked his skipper for a transfer, telling him ``I don't want to tell my grandchildren, when the war is over, that I fought the battle of Minneapolis.'' After flight training sessions in New Jersey and Massachusetts, Lieutenant Hurd found himself aboard the legendary aircraft carrier Wasp, heading for Guam. Lt. Hurd was a member of the Hell Razors, and flew in the first group of Navy planes to bomb Tokyo. After surviving a showdown with a Japanese fighter near Chi-Chi Jima, one of his engines failed, and he crashed into the Pacific within 100 yards of the Wasp. After being rescued, Lt. Hurd was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, given to those who distinguish themselves by heroism or extraordinary achievement while participating in aerial flight.
After returning home from the Pacific, Mr. Hurd opened Hurd's Home Appliances in Deltaville in January 1946, figuring that after the war everyone would need appliances. In 1947 he married Alvine Taylor, and they have three children together, Myra, Jack, and Michael. Mr. Norton is a charter member of the Middlesex Lions Club, has served as presidents of the Deltaville Community Association and the Middlesex County Chamber of Commerce, and for 25 years was on the Board of Directors of the Bank of Middlesex, First Virginia Bank. He is also a member of the fire department and rescue squad, and has been inducted into the Lynchburg College Hall of Fame. Mr. Hurd is an outstanding athlete, gentleman, and asset to Virginia, and is loved by everyone who knows him.
I would like to submit for the Record a recent article about Mr. Hurd in the Baysplash, entitled ``Hell Razor: Staying Still's Been the One Thing Norman Hurd of Deltaville Can't Do.'' I recommend my colleagues in the House of Representatives to read about this fine American in the First District of Virginia.
Hell Razor: Staying Still's Been the One Thing Norton Hurd of
Deltaville Can't Do
(By Capt. Bob Cerullo)
As a young lad, Norton Hurd, now nearing 90, loved to sit
with his grandfather on the porch of the home his grandfather
built after the Civil War. He recalled the day his
grandfather ``gave me a dime to stay still and not say a word
for ten minutes because I was always jumping and carrying
on.''
His grandfather, Jesse C. Hurd, had been shot in the leg at
the Battle of Gettysburg. When the Civil War ended he arrived
in Deltaville and did logging work, fell in love with the
place, became a carpenter, built several homes including his
own, and fell in love again, marrying Ida Harrow of
Deltaville.
Their son (and Norton's father), Jesse W. Hurd, married
Mabel Norton, also of Deltaville. Jesse W. loved farming and
eventually opened a grocery store to sell the crops he grew.
Young Norton worked the crops, milked the cows, gathered
eggs, tended the store and dreamed about baseball. Ted
Williams was his hero, and there is a family legend that
Norton's first words were, ``Throw it here.''
Norton, who didn't share his father's love of farming,
attended Lynchburg College, studied history, and played
varsity tennis, basketball and baseball. After graduation he
was a teacher and coach at Amelia High School, and he recalls
coaching a student named Monte Kennedy, who went on to play
for the Brooklyn Dodgers.
training for combat
With the drums of war beating in Europe, it was only a
matter of time before Norton faced being drafted, probably
into the infantry. ``I had played a lot of baseball and I had
played every position, at one time or another, except
catching,'' he said. ``I have not had any desire to be a
catcher. So I said, `I think I would really rather be up
there pitching than down there catching'.'' Determined to be
a pilot, the gangly young teacher signed up with the U.S.
Naval Air Reserve, Air Corps. A few weeks later he reported
to Anacostia, MD, for a physical, where doctors found he was
underweight, had a cold and was running a fever; they told
him to go home, stay still, rest and eat. Staying still was
the hardest part, and after consuming dozens of bananas and
quarts of milk he was back in three days, both heavier and
fever-free.
By August of 1941 he was flying an open-cockpit N2S Starman
bi-plane, and with seven hours of in-flight training he was
transferred to Jacksonville, Florida, where he got his wings
in May of 1942. Ensign Hurd was then stationed in
Minneapolis, where he trained pilots in freezing cold open-
cockpit planes for two winters. ``It got so cold up at 5,000
feet that you couldn't stay in the air for more than 30
minutes,'' he said. ``The Red Cross ladies knitted ski masks
for us, but it was cold.'' There were several close calls
when a student panicked and he had to take over the controls
to avoid crashing the plane.
Hurd, impatient for combat, kept asking his skipper for a
transfer, and the skipper in turn asked him if he knew what
he was saying, and why he wanted to be reassigned. ``Well, I
joined because I thought there was going to be a fight,''
Hurd told him. ``I don't want to tell my grandchildren, when
the war is over, that I fought the battle of Minneapolis.''
Three months later he was in Wildwood, NJ, where he trained
to fly Curtiss SB2C dive bombers; pilots nicknamed the
cumbersome plane ``The Beast.'' Next, at Otis Field in
Massachusetts, he learned to land a plane on an aircraft
carrier. ``The first time I want out there to land I had to
find the carrier and make three landings to qualify,'' he
said. ``The Navy figured if you could land on one of the
little carriers then you could land on anything. I looked
down at that carrier and it really looked to me like a wooden
roof shingle floating in the sea. I made it.''
The Hell Razors
Sent to Maui, Hurd reported aboard the legendary aircraft
carrier Wasp, steaming for Guam. He was a member of the
infamous air group known as the Hell Razors, and flew in the
first group of Navy planes to bomb Tokyo. On a flight over
Chi-Chi Jima, a Japanese communication center near Iwo Jima,
he was jumped by a Japanese fighter, which he shot down.
then, within about a hundred yards of landing back on the
Wasp, he engine failed and Lt. Hurd plowed into the sea.
It was February, the churning sea water was cold, and the
plane hit the water hard, ``My head hit the cockpit. I was
momentarily stunned,'' he said. ``When a fighter goes in it
goes down in the water, then comes back up. The water came
over my head. I thought I was sinking so I jumped out of the
cockpit and crawled out on the wing. Then the plane came
up. I swam back to try to get the lifeboat that I knew was
stored under the pilot's seat.''
Pilots sometimes debated about whether one could be sucked
down when a plane ditched, Hurd recalled, and ``I didn't
think it was time to settle that debate right there, so I ran
off the wing again and jumped overboard. My head was
bleeding. All I had was a Mae West life preserver, a dye
marker and a whistle. I was treading water and blowing the
whistle. In the waves, one minute I could see the carrier
going away; in the next I couldn't see anything. I was
bleeding and thinking about the sharks. It finally hit me
that there was no place to swim to. Finally I saw a destroyer
coming. Then, God, I am standing in the water blowing my
whistle. It steamed right on past me. Then finally it backed
up. They threw me a rope and wanted me to climb up it. I was
so weak I couldn't do it. Then they threw me a net and pulled
me up and put me in sick bay.
``They sewed up my head, then took me up on deck to be
transferred back to the Wasp. The transfer basket from the
Wasp arrived with ten gallons of ice cream aboard. Then they
put me in the transfer basket and sent me back over the
raging sea to the Wasp. So I figure I am worth ten gallons of
ice cream.''
Hurd was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, given to
those who distinguish themselves by heroism or extraordinary
achievement while participating in aerial flight, as
evidenced by voluntary action above and beyond the call of
duty.
back home
Undecided about what to do after the war, Hurd said he
thought about sailing a boat around the world but couldn't
find any of his friends who were ``crazy enough'' to go with
him. He headed to Deltaville to relax and contemplate a
career, but the future was decided for him. His father had
sold his grocery business for $5,000, which he used to buy a
store for Norton. ``When I came home my dad said, `I got a
place','' he recalled. ``My father never wanted me to leave
home. Dad was a hard worker and expected the same from me.''
In January of 1946 Norton opened Hurd's Home Appliances,
figuring that everyone would need appliances after the war.
With his father's help he obtained credit and a stock of
scarce home appliances, and had more customers than stock.
In 1947 he married Alvine Taylor, daughter of the founder
of Taylor's Restaurant, still a Deltaville landmark. ``When I
came home from the war and saw Alvine Taylor, I knew she was
the most attractive young woman I had ever seen anywhere,''
he said. ``We were married two years later.'' They have three
children: Myra Wall and Jack Hurd run Hurd's Hardware, and
Michael, a former prosecutor, is an attorney in Deltaville;
his office is in the renovated old store once run by Norton
and his father. Jack and his wife live in the old Hurd home
built by his great grandfather, Jesse C.; Michael and his
wife live in a home Norton built in 1953.
Norton, a charter member and later resident of the
Middlesex Lions Club, also has served as president of the
Deltaville Community Association and the Middlesex County
Chamber of Commerce, and for 25 years was on the Board of
Directors of the Bank of Middlesex, First Virginia Bank. A
member of the fire department and rescue squad, he has been a
member of the Phillippi Christian Church since he was 12 and
has served as a deacon, board member and elder. He is perhaps
best known as a baseball coach and player, and once played
with the Deltaville Deltas. He also has been inducted into
the Lynchburg College Hall of Fame.
Hurd retired from his business in 1981, at age 65, but
still is actively involved. While Jack now manages the store,
Norton's often there on Saturdays and other days when Jack is
off. Since he retired he has found more time to golf, often
playing 36 holes straight.
Of his many awards and wartime memorabilia, he seems to
treasure most a tattered copy of the Amelia High School
yearbook compiled by his former students and dedicated to
him. A copy was sent to him while he was fighting in the
Pacific. He considers it perhaps his proudest possession.
It's unlikely Norton Hurd will earn any more dimes, as he
did from his grandfather, for sitting still. That never was
something he liked to do.