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

"Seth Masia" wrote in message
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My dad was AAF and soloed a Stearman in 1942; then he had an attack of hay
fever and they washed him out.

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Interesting,

Would antihistimenes have been a disqualifyer in those days?

Jay B

Recently, john smith posted:

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.

My father flew P-51s during WWII, but we only flew together a couple of
times. I have had a life-long interest in aviation, and could identify
most aircraft by the age of 4 (there was an AFB nearby). So, perhaps there
was a genetic component involved! ;-)

I couldn't afford to get a PPL until my early 50's, but, better later than
never! ;-)

Neil

My wife has a couple of hundred hours sitting in the back seat of her
dad's Bonanza and Kingair.

When I took her up for the first time after getting my PPL, her face lit
up: "A headset for me? Dad used to give us earplugs."

I appreciated her flying experience when I couldn't locate the airport
during our first trip together (Columbia,CA). I asked her to help and
she must have pointed out at least 3 grass strips in the area before we
found it.

2 years later, she can STILL spot airports more quickly than I!

I just went to Columbia last Friday... Even after landing there, at
least eight or nine times, I still found myself looking in the wrong
area??? I was actually a bit surprised that I didn't locate it sooner
(I was well past the 49er bridge)!

Isn't that a great little place to fly into? The kids love climbing
through the rock caves!

Best Regards,
Todd

My Father was a Navy pilot during WWII in the Pacific. He flew TBF
Avengers and PBYs during the war then F4U Corsairs after.

That pretty much ruined any desire to do anything else for me. :^)

john smith wrote:

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.

No one in my family had anything to do with aviation. I never even had
any friends who flew. My only contact with aviation was movies, books
and magazines. Looking back, I am surprised how I ended up where I did.

Do airlines really fly along victor airways at that altitude? I thought
by now everyone would be going direct.

I can tell you for certain that airlines do fly along that victor
airway, but you can't hold me to the altitude. I have a hard enough
time calling out 5 and 10 mile checkpoints with reasonable confidence
in my judgement of the distance.

How about if I retract my original statement of 50,000 feet and just
call it "way the heck up there!" ;-)

Best Regards,
Todd

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


Great question!
Dad learned in the Navy, later owned a small plane (Cherokee, I think)
with his partner, both engineers (electrical and civil). They traveled
the Dakota prairies a lot and it was better than driving all those miles
to clients in small towns.

He died in 1971 when I was in college. I'd love to know for sure what
kind of plane it was, and the N-number. Anybody know if I can find out,
three decades later?

My brothers and I were all Air Force brats. Dad (
http://geocities.com/viewptmd/Dad.html ) joined the Army Air Corps in 1940
or thereabouts. Graduated from Cadet training in October 1941. Lousy
timing. The war started about a month later. Of his class of 250 at Moffet
Field, only 26 survived the war.

All three of us eventually became pilots. I was the last, soloing two weeks
after Dad passed away. I never got to fly with him in the right seat. Sad.

--
Bob (Chief Pilot, White Knuckle Airways)


"Ross Richardson" wrote in message
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My father was an instructor in the AAF (Army Airforce?) in the early parts
of WWII in California. Growing up we were never around planes other than
the stories he told of the cadets. My first ride was at a resort in a
float plane when I was a kid. I also found out that my mother was a pilot;
I found her certificate when I was cleaning out the house after my father
passed away a few years ago. I have all of my father's original log books
from the CPT days in Arkansas and into the service. I surprised my father
when I showed up in a plane and gave him a ride after I got my
certificate. He was ecstatic that I could fly. Actually, he thought my new
wife had the certificate at first. That was 35 years and 1000+ hours ago.
Wow time goes by....


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Regards, Ross
C-172F 180HP
KSWI