Who among us had/has a parent who flew/flies?

I got it from outside the family.
--
Gene Seibel
The Farm - http://pad39a.com/gene/farm.html
Because I fly, I envy no one.

"Jack Allison" wrote in message
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john smith wrote:
Just curious how much "trickle-down" aviation there is among us?

Dad was an Air Force fighter pilot so I claim that it's in the genes.
So what if it took me until age 40 to get my PPL. :-)

I'm 47 now, and plan to have either sport pilot or glider before I'm 53.
Kind of a long time, but that is the best I can afford.

I have an uncle that was a pilot, long ago, and my sister got her PP ticket,
just for a challenge, I think. She was current for less than a year.

Me? I LOVE anything mechanical. Ideally, I want to build my own design.
That would be my biggest high. BFG
--
Jim in NC

On 2005-09-20, LWG wrote:
On the other hand, my two boys couldn't care less about flying. I could
interest the older boy a little when I told him that chicks dig pilots, but
now that he's older he calls my bluff and says well, what happened to you?

Well, the retort for that is that he is the evidence of that. After all,
if his mother didn't dig you, he wouldn't exist :-)

--
Dylan Smith, Castletown, Isle of Man
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"Maintain thine airspeed, lest the ground come up and smite thee"

My father got his ticket on the GI Bill after WWII and owned several
planes over time, including a PT26 (looked nice painted in military
colors, but I don't remember anything else outstanding about it). So I
got to play with the controls of planes at a young age and develop a
passion. Mother took lessons but was prone to air sickness and didn't
complete the training.

john smith wrote:
Just curious how much "trickle-down" aviation there is among us?

My paternal grandfather flew ... don't believe he solo'd. He was
apartner in a Cub, but before he flew it his partner crashed and was
killed during a buzz of his home. That ended Grandads flying career,
but he always talked of it. Have a great-uncle who was a crewman on a
B-25 in the Pacific and another great uncle who was killed in a B-17
training accident on the West coast during WWII. All that said though,
my father flew and that is what I remember growing up. He sold his
plane stopped flying when I was in 3rd grade (job, family, etc), but
we'd fly with a friend of his once every year or two. My older brother
got up to his solo and decided flying wasn't for him. I was in my 30s
before I could really afford to fly regularly. Now that I've started
flying, my Dad has gotten current and is looking at a Mooney ... we'll
see, but it is fun to go flying together which we do occasionally.

Both my kids enjoy flying, but only from the front seat. For them,
it's no different than a car from the rear. We all went to OSH 2 years
ago and my son flew out and my daughter flew back. At 7 and 10, I
didn't need to touch the controls for a 1/2 hour at a time ... just tap
on the misbehaving instrument. Maybe it wasn't a direct flight, but it
was fun. My son is now asking for weekly lessons ... he holds heading
and can handle std rate turns, but altitude sometimes gets the best of
him.

Great thread that I'm glad got started.

Jeff
Velocity SE-FG

Definitely trickle down, in a lot of ways. Dad was always interested in
airplanes (boats, too, but airplanes really stuck with me). He took lessons
when I was a wee lad but I don't remember any of that. He never got his
ticket, but he imbued in me a serious interest in aviation. We used to ride
our bikes on a Saturday morning to go have breakfast at Minuteman Airfield
in Mass when I was a kid. I decided I wanted to be a fighter pilot on the
August day, 1979, when he took me to the airshow at Hanscom Airfield to
watch the Thunderbirds fly. I was so incredibly hooked that day that the
desire to do that kind of flying dominated my high school and entire college
career. It took the commies giving up to quash that dream, but I was
already a lieutenant in the USAF by then.

When I started taking flying lessons, at the tender age of 14, I used the
plotter and whiz wheel he'd used during his training. And, funnily enough,
I started my training at the same place he'd taken his 15 years earlier,
Marlboro Airport. I didn't get my ticket there, but finished my training
after I was in the USAF at Scott AFB in Illinois. Still use the plotter
every time I plan a flight (gave up on whiz wheel stuff a long time ago).

So, yeah, Dad was into aviation. Not actively, but actively enough to make
it a lifelong passion for me. Flying more now than I ever have before. I
did get a chance to take him up for a ride once a few years ago. It was an
interesting about turn on the "first ride" story, but it was neat to be able
to do that for my old man.

Shawn
Pitts Special S-1D G-BKVP
400+ hours
"john smith" wrote in message
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Just curious how much "trickle-down" aviation there is among us?

My father flew, that is how I got started. We never owned a plane of our
own, only rented. I got my first plane ride when I was three.
He was my first passenger upon passing my PPC checkride and J3 checkout.
I got to fly him to Oshkosh for his first trip there.

(OT) My dad and I are going to Pittsburgh next week for a 100th Bomb Group
reunion. It's great to listen to all the stories!
http://100thbg.org/index.htm

-Greg B.
Yes, it is. I got introduced to one of the members of the group when I was
in college and then again in the USAF at Scott AFB when they did their
reunion in St Louis in 92 or 93 when he introduced me to Rosie and a few
others. Facinating listening to these guys joke about the mission where
Rosie's B-17 was the only one to come back! And then, oddly enough, hooked
up with the same guy again (Irv Waterbury) over here in England and joined
him for a tour of Thorpe Abbotts with his wife. Nice little case of
momentoes he donated to the museum, too. His sax is there in the case (the
same sax he was playing the night I met him in 1991 at the 100th BG
restaurant in Cleveland, if I'm not mistaken). Fascinating and extremely
generous man who's company I thoroughly enjoyed, but for too little time.
Irv passed away in, I think 1998 or so.

And, to top it all off, my last unit with the USAF was the 100th Air
Refueling Wing at RAF Mildenhall. It's been a loose but very interesting
association with an extraordinary unit.

Shawn
Former Capt, USAF

No one in my family flys or flew.

For my 7th birthday, I got a 15 minute ride over my home town, and I
"KNEW" I wanted to be a pilot. I watched "Sky King" every Saturday
morning on TV, then whirly birds, then ripcord, then sea hunt... but
that flight and Sky King is what turned me on to flying.

Unfortunately, we were dirt poor, living near the indian territories
of the north woods of Wisconsin... and this was never going to happen.

"Never say never"!

Fortunately, when I was 10 years old, my family moved to Colorado, and
I got a good college-prep and college education, got my first real job
and learned to fly in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I'm glad I did! Flying is
the best thing that has happened to me in my lifetime!

Best regards,

Jer/ "Flight instruction and mountain flying are my vocation!" Eberhard

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CAP-CO Mission&Aircraft CheckPilot, BM218 HAM N0FZD, 233 Young Eagles!

None, in my case. My father had an uncle by marriage who was a pilot.
He took my
dad up one time (long before I was born) and put the plane through all
sorts of aerobatics.
Scared him to death. It was his first plane ride and also his last. The
uncle died in a crash soon thereafter. I remember that his widow had a
clock made from the prop (what
was left of it). That misadventure didn't prevent my dad from buying me
plane rides on
a few occasions. He was dead by the time I started flying myself.

I grew up off the end of the runway at AKR, which was also a Naval Air
Station in those
days. Among my early memories are the Navy jocks coming over in their
Corsairs every
morning. There was also considerable blimp activity - both the Navy and
Goodyear, who
was the area's biggest employer. I used to visit the airport a lot, but
could never afford
flight training until I had finished school and found a job (in another
state). Thereafter
I wasted no time, and have been at it more or less continuously ever
since.

The only blood relative with an aviation connection was an uncle who
was a tail gunner
in a WWII Navy patrol plane. He never talked about it on the few
occasions that I saw
him. Another uncle by marriage had a plane, but I only got to fly with
him one time.

David Johnson

My dad was AAF and soloed a Stearman in 1942; then he had an attack of hay
fever and they washed him out. Curiously, he never told me he'd been in
flight training until long after I'd bought my plane; it came out when I
grilled him about his WWII experience.
I had an uncle who was a B-29 crew chief and went on after the war to
run a metal shop for Pan Am. And a great-great uncle who flew in WWI, but
he was dead long before I knew him and I never learned what unit he was in.

Seth
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None, in my case. My father had an uncle by marriage who was a pilot.
He took my
dad up one time (long before I was born) and put the plane through all
sorts of aerobatics.
Scared him to death. It was his first plane ride and also his last. The
uncle died in a crash soon thereafter. I remember that his widow had a
clock made from the prop (what
was left of it). That misadventure didn't prevent my dad from buying me
plane rides on
a few occasions. He was dead by the time I started flying myself.

I grew up off the end of the runway at AKR, which was also a Naval Air
Station in those
days. Among my early memories are the Navy jocks coming over in their
Corsairs every
morning. There was also considerable blimp activity - both the Navy and
Goodyear, who
was the area's biggest employer. I used to visit the airport a lot, but
could never afford
flight training until I had finished school and found a job (in another
state). Thereafter
I wasted no time, and have been at it more or less continuously ever
since.

The only blood relative with an aviation connection was an uncle who
was a tail gunner
in a WWII Navy patrol plane. He never talked about it on the few
occasions that I saw
him. Another uncle by marriage had a plane, but I only got to fly with
him one time.

David Johnson