My Dad tought me to fly 27 years ago.

He bought a Luscombe 8E with 115 Hp on floats to teach me when I was about 15.
We worked diligently on this 2 or 3 days a week for the whole year.

About 2 months before my 16th birthday my Mom died and put the family in turmoil.
I went away to boarding schol and soloed about 3 weeks after my 16th with a local instructior in a 150.
My dad must have done a good job because the instructor soloed me after three hours in the 150.
(Prior to the 3 hours in the 150 I'd never landed a land plane)

Having my dad teach me to fly was one of the fondest memories I have of my child hood.

Take you time and start well before they are old enough to solo so you have an
outside force (their age) rather than your judgement holding them back from Solo.
(They can't argue with the age, they can argue with the judgement)


My dad is now in his late seventies and no longer flies,
but two years ago I rented the club cardinal and flew him from Souther CA back to Osh
it was fun and brought back warm memories.

My (then ) 17 year old son met us in Osh and flew back with us.
I did not carry on the tradition of teaching my son to fly, he just is not bitten
by the airplane bug. Our big father/son project was rebuilding a 67 mustang convertable
from the gorund up.





Paul