The Forgotten Base

The forgotten base; Few remember that thousands of young men trained, played and sometimes died at Pennfield
by Nellie Allen

    In memory of John Morden, outstanding veteran, pilot, husband and father who died in this Year of the Veteran, before he could see this story in print.

    The young men came from as far away as Australia and New Zealand, eager to fight the Second Great War from the air. They landed in Pennfield Ridge, a flat stretch of highway in the midst of blueberry fields, 60 kilometres southwest of Saint John.

    Here they would spend months training and learning to work together as air crews. They would mix with the people of the small communities surrounding Pennfield.

    Some would fall in love, marry and make their home here; some would take new wives back to their country; some would die and be buried here.

    They were very young, in their late teens and early twenties. With the increasing need for aircrew, age limits were adjusted to include those from 17 to 33. In 1943, more than 60 per cent were under 20 years of age.

    Early in the war, on Dec. 17, 1939,Canada, Britain, Australia and New Zealand signed an agreement, known in Canada as the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan, detailing how the various countries would train pilots and aircrew for the Royal Air Force.

    The escalation of war made the need to train pilots and aircrew even more urgent.

    Canada was the ideal location, away from the war in Europe and close to the resources available in the United States.

    Pennfield Ridge was one of 151 training schools located across Canada, and one of three in New Brunswick. Today there is little to remind us of what was there. The tarmac is there but alders, grass and blueberry bushes have grown up around it. All you can see as you drive by is a strange chunk of concrete rising above the bushes and three identical houses on the opposite side of the road.

    Sixty years later, who remembers? There are few left to tell the stories. I remember every time I pass the site. There are the three houses that I have learned were for Department of Transport personnel associated with the base. There is the huge concrete "thing", where the gunners practiced.

    Thousands of people drive by every day and have no idea of the significance of this location.

    Little is written about the Pennfield base. One author refers to it as the least successful of the training units. Cited as reasons were problems with the Ventura planes they flew and persistent fog that closed the base for days or weeks.

    In November 1940, a half million-dollar contract was awarded to build the No. 2 Air Navigation School at Pennfield Ridge.

    To the many small communities in the area, still struggling out of the depression, this had an economic impact they could never have imagined. When the base opened in the summer of 1941, it was expected that advance training for air observers and navigators would be the focus. After the fall of France this changed and, in 1942, the British decided to move four of their Operational Training Units to the safety of Canada. Number 34 Operational Training Unit was moved from Greenoch, Scotland to Pennfield Ridge.

    Here, men were put together as four-man crews and trained for operations over Europe and the Middle East.

    The RCAF and the RAF shared responsibility for running the base and training school. The British arrived with their families and searched out accommodations in small communities nearby. As local Maynard McKay remembers it, "Every cottage and room for miles up and down the coast became home for these people.

    Families of three were sometimes crowded into the spare room of a local home. Pennfield Ridge went from a community of 188 people in 1939 to approximately 5, 000 by 1942." With a chuckle, McKay also remembers, "The British brought their lorries with them. The steering wheel was on the wrong side and they were not used to driving on the ice we had. They were sliding all over the place and into the ditch. They had to switch over to our type of vehicles." An impressionable schoolboy of 7, McKay remembers standing near the highway with the planes swooping down, a hundred feet over his head. He recalls men at target practice, on nearby Seeley's Cove Road, letting him shoot a machine gun mounted on a post.

    Today, McKay is an airplane aficionado with extensive collections of models, books, and videos of every kind of plane. Just say the name of a plane and he can recite the key specifications.
    The base was a complete community with a hospital, theatre, dance hall, sports facilities and accommodations for thousands of trainees. It straddled Highway 1, with most buildings on the north side.

    Private businesses expanded to meet their needs. Cottages were built to accommodate those operating the school. Three restaurants were located on the south side of the road.

    The base put on parties for the school children. Local theatres, dance halls and social clubs also entertained the staff and trainees and some met the woman they would marry.

    One incident was not so pleasant. A young RAF sergeant was accused of murdering a woman from Blacks Harbour, whom he met at a dance. He was tried and found guilty. He was the last person to be hung in Charlotte County and it is said that his ghost still haunts the St. Andrews Courthouse.

    Most of those who married and stayed here are no longer around. Two charming men in their eighties shared their stories with me: batman Roy Swanston and pilot officer John Morden.

    The British employed batmen to serve their officers. The batmen pressed uniforms, polished shoes, sewed on badges, made beds and carried out a host of duties required to keep the officers in the manner to which they were accustomed. One of the batmen was Swanston, a 20-year-old from Lincoln, England. After an 11-day convoy across the Atlantic, he and his buddies landed in New York. He found his way by train to Canada and Pennfield Ridge, where he served several officers.

    At the movie theatre in St. George, Swanston met a young woman from Pennfield.

    Just before the close of the base, and after months of waiting for approval from the British Air Force, they were married.

    Three months later he was sent back to England and was transferred to the British Army, as a member of the Army of Occupation in Belgium and Germany. It was three years before he saw his wife again.

    In 1942, Morden, a Canadian pilot serving with the RAF, was flying bombing raids out of Egypt, over Libya, Crete and Suez.

    On his return from one trip, all pilots who had completed 30 bombing missions were reassigned. By way of North Africa, Brazil, the U.S. and Montreal, he arrived at Pennfield Ridge to train pilots and crews.

    Men arrived from training facilities around the country and formed into crews consisting of pilot, navigator, wireless operator and gunner. As Morden put it, "This was not done scientifically. They were lined up, told to meet each other and decide who they wanted to fly with." The crews spent 12 weeks training together then shipped off to Britain.

    Morden is quick to volunteer that the best thing that happened to him in Pennfield was meeting his wife, with whom he spent 60 years. After the war, he continued to fly. Did he like flying? "It beats working," he responded with a chuckle.

    The crews practiced their flying and navigating skills by doing "cross- country" flights over New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. Bombing practice was conducted on an island in nearby Lake Utopia and over the Bay of Fundy. A "crash boat", for rescuing downed flyers from the Bay, was manned by air force personnel and docked at Blacks Harbour.

    There were crashes in the bay, on the base, and in the hills of Charlotte County and Nova Scotia. Records at the British Commonwealth museum, in Brandon, Man., indicate 35 men died while assigned to Pennfield. Some were never found but their names are inscribed on the Ottawa War Memorial. Some were returned home.

    Ten airmen are buried in the Rural Cemetery in St. George. The St. George Legion has installed flags and honours the memory of these 10 men.

    The British Commonwealth Air Training Plan united thousands from Commonwealth Countries, as well as Free French, Polish, Italian, Norwegian, Belgian and Dutch. The number of trainees who passed through Pennfield is not known. Veterans Affairs Canada lists 131,553 Air Crew graduates of the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan program in Canada.

    Nearly 50,000 of them were pilots. The ground organization responsible for this program consisted of more than 104,000 men and women.

    At the end of the war, the Pennfield buildings were dismantled and sold. John Hawkins remembers his summer job, taking down the buildings and removing nails so the wood could be reused. This was rather ironic as Hawkins had seen his family home moved down the highway to make way for the building of the base.

    The tarmac and the hangars remained for several more years. RCAF Heavy Transport flew from there. Trans Canada Airlines, a precursor to Air Canada, used the airport until they moved to Saint John in the 1950s. After the hangars were gone, the tarmac was used for car racing and now has come to an ignominious end as a place for drying seaweed.

    VE Day, May 8, 1945 was possible because of the commitment of these young men and others, like them, who passed through our training schools. Winston Churchill is said to have referred to the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan as Canada's greatest contribution to the Allied victory and a letter from U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt described Canada's role as the "aerodrome of democracy." At Pennfield, there is no memorial or sign indicating that people lived and died there. There is nothing to suggest the importance of those blueberry fields, relative to the winning of the Second World War.

    The morning after my visit to the site was clear and crisp. As I packed up my car in the darkness there was a sliver of a moon in the cloudless sky - a perfect morning.

    Minutes later I was driving across Pennfield Ridge. There was none of the fog that often blankets the area. I thought of those young men, who bravely faced fog, snow and wind as they prepared for their fight for democracy. I said to them, "You would love it today. It's a perfect day for flying".

SOURCE: New Brunswick Telegraph-Journal (Saint John, NB) - September 17, 2005.

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