Posts Tagged With: flying

“Hey, Vicky….Look What I Just Found!”

Daddy's Favorite Toy

It felt a little weird to write “Daddy and his favorite Fokker under the Facebook picture, so I  settled on “Daddy and his favorite toy”. Next to my mother and myself, that plane was my father’s pride and joy. Years after he graduated from that to a sleeker Cetabria – which became OUR toy – he kept the prop to that plane. I suppose he planned on putting a clock in the middle. I don’t think he ever really made up his mind.

For a while the prop sat in his photography darkroom in our basement. I can still remember the chemical smells signaling that my father was beginning the developing stage of his pictures. Curled up in a half-round orange-red love seat in his darkroom, we would talk for hours while my mom cooked and baked upstairs. Everything had to be made from scratch. To her it’s like magic. Finding exactly the right combination of ingredients to make smiles appear on people’s faces. Pierogi, golabki, chrusciki, babki, makowiec…her list of masterpieces are endless.

My mom’s house has become a storage warehouse over the years, for all the things I have needed to get rid. Stuff I didn’t “have room for at the moment”, or was just too sentimental to throw away. Now, almost a year after my dad passed away and with the move to either Myrtle Beach or the Cape nearing, we are slowly going through his things.

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A Plan B for Viewing Mr. Muscles on the Boardwalk!

Learning to do my first pre-flight check with Daddy

Some of my fondest memories growing up is all the time I spent in airplanes with my Dad. We logged hundreds and hundreds of hours flying together in both aerobatic gliders and Cetabrias. We would flip and spin, dive and steep climb, touch and go and buzz various buildings out in open fields. Every weekend and day off from school, you would find the two of us either doing maintenance on planes or flying.

I would sometimes bring a friend with us, and it was always a riot to see who would chicken out and who would actually go up with us. I’ll just say that more boys chickened out than girls! And…more than one BOY ended up needing me to hand him an airsick bag after enduring just a few minutes of aerial antics. I can vividly remember the glassy eyes and green faces of the poor guys, their ego shattered.

Autumn here in upstate New York, is undeniably spectacular. Layers of rich colors blanket the Catskill and the Adirondack mountains and we soared so high, soaking in the beauty. For hours we would float quietly in the sky in the glider, Dad telling me stories about his childhood back in Latvia. Or, we would perform all sorts of tricks up in the sky, the roar of the engine making it impossible then for any conversation other than flying information.

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