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I would respond but I can't type with a lump that big in my throat...
Thanks for sharing that. Shawn "GKgloc" wrote in message ... Hi Group, I don't chime in too often, but this thread compelled me to share my strongest aviation reminiscense. I earned my PPL late in life. As with many, marriage, family and other responsibilities of life made flying an impossible dream. Living across the country from my parents, I was never able to share the joy of flying with them until last year. Two years ago, my father began battling an illness which we knew, in our hearts, would rapidly deplete his remaining years. A month after his diagnosis, I took the time to fly myself out for a visit. I endeavored to spend as much time with as possible. On my first flight out there, he seemed proud that his "renegade" son actually accomplished something in life. After some discussion, I was able to coax him into a sightseeing flight. After assisting him into the co-pilots seat of the little Cessna, buckling him in, adjusting his headset, and giving him a short briefing, we started the engine, taxied, and took off. At first he was silent, and I didn't want to speak. Sometimes words need not be spoken, but in our case, the lack of conversation was from years of a strained father-son relationship. Then, through the intercom, my father started talking to me. He talked to me in a way in which we had never spoken. He told me that he had always wanted to learn to fly, but due to his responsibilities of family and life, he could never afford the lessons. He told me about the unspoken pride he felt when he heard that I earned my Pilot's License. It was then I realized that his sacrifices in life, gave me the opportunity to learn to fly. We flew for what seemed like hours, I didn't want our flight, or our conversation to end. For several visits, I was able to take my father for a short flight. He seemed to be in another world when he was flying. Eventually, his feeble body began deteriorating at a rapid pace, leaving him bedridden. Then, late one night, came the dreaded phone call. I was able to get to his bedside, less than an hour before my father passed. During my father's viewing, I wore one of my few suits which had the little gold AOPA wing on my lapel. My wife reached up to straighten my wings, which for some odd reason, always seem to sit crooked on my lapel. At that moment, I walked over to the casket where my father lay, and pinned my AOPA wings on his lapel, gently kissed him on the cheek, and said, ""Dad, these wings really belong to you. Hang onto to them for me. You can give them back when I see you again." Those wings sat straight on his lapel... |
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Taking my Dad flying for the first, and so far only, time was pretty cool.
But I think the best thing doesn't even relate to my flying. It's something I did when I was in the USAF stationed at RAF Mildenhall in England. A Florida travel agent named Dick D'Amato got our commander to sponsor a hangar dance for a group of about 150 8th and 9th AF vets and their families he was bringing over on a trip back in August 97. I was one of the project officers in charge of putting it together. I got the enviable job of working with several enthusiastic British 8th AF historians and groups and organizing displays of military vehicles, personal affects (including several original A2 jackets restored and displayed by the 100th Bomb Group museum) and, finally, to include fly-bys and static display of a T-6 Texan, P-51C (formerly Shangri-La, then Princess Elizabeth of the Fighter Collection) and the only flying B-17 in the UK, Sally B. The logisitcs were nearly impossible, the budget nil, and complications taxing to say the least. My favorite aviation reminiscence? Two. The first was when we gathered the vets from the Officer's Club in the military vehicles and brought them to the hangar (actually arrested them for being AWOL with local enthusiasts in period MP uniforms) - which was already filled with about 600 locals - who stood and gave them a roaring ovation when they walked into the hangar! The second was a half hour later when we gathered all the vets back into the hangar (they'd been wandering around looking at the displays outside) and to the East at about 2,000 feet could be seen the landing lights of Sally B as she descended for her fly by - only to be stolen from underneath as the Mustang screamed by from out of sight behind the hangar at full throttle and below rooftop height - he really hung it all out there! As Sally B made her fly past, there wasn't a dry eye on anyone. It was the personal stories that really tugged at my heartstrings: wives and children visiting England with Dad or Grandad for the first time since the war, getting to see, hear, and touch the things that he'd been talking about for 50 years, making them real; the vets being overwhelmed by emotion as they were applauded and piped into the dance, rather than just drifting in with everyone else; the vet who relived the loss of his boyhood innocence as he sat in the tailgunner's position in Sally B. That was the most worthwhile thing I did in 8 years in the USAF. Shawn "JJS" jschneider@REMOVE SOCKSpldi.net wrote in message ... Well... I would, but Cessna wouldn't be happy about it 'cause we were in our "manly" Piper Cherokee :) See, that's another reason to own a low wing airplane. Better view of the heavens! (He exits ducking and running)! 8437R "carlos" wrote in message ... Wow! Thanks for sharing this... You should sell this story to Cessna... "JJS" jschneider@REMOVE SOCKSpldi.net wrote in message ... Taking off at 4:30 am on a 4 hour flight with my teenage daughter on our way to see her cousin's graduation ceremony. My girl had just broken up with a boy friend and was really depressed. She begged to go on this long trip, as she was really close to her cousin. They didn't get to see each other very often, as they attended college far apart. The weather was iffy. I decided to try the flight anyway as the ceiling and visibility were great at the departure airport and for the first 200 miles of the route. We could check the weather as we progressed and turn back if things didn't get better. Just as we reached cruising altitude I saw a shooting star screaming through the crystal clear pitch black air. I asked my kid if she'd seen it... trying to cheer her up, but she hadn't. She began looking, though. Then there was another streak, intensely bright and colored. Then more and more of them. A full fledged meteor shower had broken out and we had the best seat in the house. Here we were hanging in mid air with the most amazing performance going on around us. It was if the almighty had magnified and colored these flying jewels every color of the rainbow. Big ones, little ones, and some that seemed to stretch nearly from one horizon to the other. My daughter's whole outlook on life was changed in an instant. We watched the show in total silence with eyes and mouths wide open. When the show was over, she came out of her funk and later struck up a REAL conversation. Something too rare to behold between a teenage girl and her daddy. Her eyes sparkled like the meteors we had just observed. Although we'd always been close, I believe a stronger bond was formed between us because we had witnessed something so rare. An event that very, very few if any other people had experienced in the same manner. Then to top things off, calls to FSS had ground fog at our destination, but as we got closer daylight arrived and the fogbank was spotted from 50 miles away. Another call to FSS and they told us weather was clearing at nearby airports. The fog lifted and dissipated as we watched, while still clinging to lakes and ponds. It was surreal. We landed in CAVU conditions and made it to graduation on time. Oh yeah, on the way home we stopped at a grass strip on the edge of a lake with a good restaurant within walking distance. I'll never forget the trip. Neither will she. "EDR" wrote in message ... 1980's... Watching the string of landing lights of arriving aircraft east of Oshkosh stretching out over Lake Michigan. (Amusingly, followed by watching the arrivals try to find a parking spot in the dark with out flag-people.) |
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Watching a total eclipse of the sun from on top of an overcast layer.
Paul |
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I find it quite surreal to fly just under some very small scattered puffy
clouds while tilting my head back and looking vertically upwards out of the canopy. The little clouds go zooming past at 100 knots just above my head. Paul "Jay Smith" wrote in message ... carlos wrote: Oops... We Cessna pilots believe everyone else like to look at the ground! BTW, your post got me thinking about the one quality of low-wingers I hadn't thought-off... unrestricted view of the heavens, clouds, etc... Only if they are Grumman's, Ercoupe's or similar canopy style aircraft. |
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Taking a WWII Mosquito pilot flying for the first time in 50 years.
Paul "ShawnD2112" wrote in message ... A Florida travel agent named Dick D'Amato got our commander to sponsor a hangar dance for a group of about 150 8th and 9th AF vets and their families |
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Suddenly my screen's gone a bit blurry. Sniff.
Paul "ShawnD2112" wrote in message ... I would respond but I can't type with a lump that big in my throat... Thanks for sharing that. |
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I've got less than 100 hours and now working on my IFR ticket but my best moment was on my first cross country. First leg from SQL to Davis (0O3?) where I met my friend who I hadn't seen for 3-4 years for a coffee. then got caught in a some rain to STS. Nothing major but on a first cross country I was a little scared. then flying home, I climbed over the mountains near Marin and then seeing San FRancisco and all the very familiar places....alcatraz off the left of my nose, teh bay bridge to my left, Marin underneath me, and then while over the bay seeing the sun getting ready to set mid-span of the Golden Gate Bridge and realizing I was all alone. A minute later I got my clearance through Class B, overflew SFO listening and watching all the heavies waiting to take off. the next best time was getting ATIS on my checkride. "Palo Alto Information Brave. time 23:30 Zulu on December 17th, 2003. The 100th anniversary of powered flight by man....." I really wish I had a recording of it. I got goose bumps. The DE said, "wow that's pretty cool." These were the 2 times I said, "Damn, yes I am a pilot." I'm sure there will be another 40+ years of memories on the way..... Gerald |
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My first (of what I hope will be many...) occured today:
..9 of dual is now in the book. A great day...a really great day! Regards All... Jay Beckman Chandler, AZ Student Pilot (.9 Hrs) |
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Hey, welcome aboard... Wish I was young and just starting - again...
denny "Jay Beckman" wrote in message news:uDEYb.1195$o52.655@fed1read02... My first (of what I hope will be many...) occured today: .9 of dual is now in the book. A great day...a really great day! Regards All... Jay Beckman Chandler, AZ Student Pilot (.9 Hrs) |
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Jay Beckman wrote:
My first (of what I hope will be many...) occured today: .9 of dual is now in the book. A great day...a really great day! Regards All... Jay Beckman Chandler, AZ Student Pilot (.9 Hrs) If you are doing your training with Chandler Air Service, make sure you get some of your dual instruction in their Super Cub. That way you can get a checkout quicker when you get your certificate. Also, get some spin and acro training in one of their other aircraft. It will help you with maneuvering flight for your flight test. |
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