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My home at Clermont Harbor now being very large and complete, was an ideal place to display antiques to their best advantage. My mother's health at this time was poor, so she came to live with us at Clermont Harbor. Her home in Charlottesville, Virginia, she sold and I moved the entire stock of antiques to Clermont Harbor. Thus began "H. T. Carr Antiques" at Clermont Harbor.
World War II was upon us and most of my time was spent in the war effort. I was approached on the subject of establishing an observation post at Clermont Harbor for the U. S.
Air Force, Third Fighter Command. I built this post known as "Osborn 5" and fully equipped same. My commanding officer was Col. L. E. Brown, who in a citation said, "For the best served post in all of Hancock, Harrison and Jackson Counties". My official title was that of Chief Observer. Later, in another citation, I received the silver wings of the U. S. Air Force, and each observer under my command also received gold wings for their war effort. The post itself was built in the shape of a lighthouse, fifteen feet in diameter at the base, and six feet at the top, and about forty feet high, with stairway inside to the top. This was a very busy post during the early war years. One incident I will never forget. A German tri-motor plane approached from the east, was correctly identified, and reported at once. In a very short space of time, the air was swarming with U. S. fighter planes going through all kinds of maneuvers. I did not know that this was all about. In a citation later, I was told that a captured German plane was flown from the east coast to the west coast to test the ability of the observation system, and that "Osborn 5" was one of two posts in the entire system to correctly identify this plane and that the fighter planes had theoretically destroyed this plane.
Of all my war efforts, the following I believe to be of the greatest importance. German submarines were operating in the Gulf of Mexico, sinking ships at will near the mouth of the Mississippi River. Somewhere they were receiving supplies, but where they had such a large range of choice.
One dark night, I had retired for the night, two men came to my home and awakened me. I would like to mention their names, but all I will say is that they were well-known alcoholics. At this time they were not drinking but were scared beyond any description I could give. They told me the following story.
They were throwing a cast net into the Gulf of Mexico at Clermont Harbor when some large object came out of the water and moved out into the Gulf. Most of the time I would have thought, just a drunkards nightmare, but they were sober and beyond the