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Sometimes I wonder at the 'junk' we save in tubs and boxes, stuffed into the closet or garage because they totally represent precious memories.
This weekend's cacophony has been brought to you by my grandchildren, children, and a wife whom I love, and bends too far backwards trying to please everyone - especially the grandchildren. The hint of toys a generation old caused quite a ruckus, and of course, I had to go dig them out (almost literally). So... as the tub is dumped, and grandmother and granddaughter begin pawing through all the little (I never realized how little and how many) props for 'My Little Pony', I spotted something precious. Picking it up, I see it is a child's pair of pilot wings from Air Florida. Immediate memories flooded my brain. I was going to retire with that airline. I also drove the tug pulling the DC-10 over to the hangar from the 'last flight'.
If you ever ever ever find the business magazine cover that showed Eli Timona (the owner) who was lauded as the King of the low cost carriers. Eli sitting in front of one of our airplanes. All work was halted on the aircraft, which was sitting in our hangar, for this photo Op. Look to the passenger windows above him. I was told there is a mechanic's buttocks pressed up against the glass. I looked but could not find it on line.
Aviation back then was totally like this. One day I was on the third level of our tail stand. The General Foreman came out of his office and stood looking at me, so I waved. In turn, he dropped his drawers and mooned me. In this day and age, I thing people have totally lost this sense of humor.
Life is full of wondrous things like this... so... I will just say that when the present weighs you down, find a treasure from your past and hold it close in the understanding that life can be a bitch, but it can also be truly wonderful.
OK... time to go clean up some puppy poops.
Vixyy
This weekend's cacophony has been brought to you by my grandchildren, children, and a wife whom I love, and bends too far backwards trying to please everyone - especially the grandchildren. The hint of toys a generation old caused quite a ruckus, and of course, I had to go dig them out (almost literally). So... as the tub is dumped, and grandmother and granddaughter begin pawing through all the little (I never realized how little and how many) props for 'My Little Pony', I spotted something precious. Picking it up, I see it is a child's pair of pilot wings from Air Florida. Immediate memories flooded my brain. I was going to retire with that airline. I also drove the tug pulling the DC-10 over to the hangar from the 'last flight'.
If you ever ever ever find the business magazine cover that showed Eli Timona (the owner) who was lauded as the King of the low cost carriers. Eli sitting in front of one of our airplanes. All work was halted on the aircraft, which was sitting in our hangar, for this photo Op. Look to the passenger windows above him. I was told there is a mechanic's buttocks pressed up against the glass. I looked but could not find it on line.
Aviation back then was totally like this. One day I was on the third level of our tail stand. The General Foreman came out of his office and stood looking at me, so I waved. In turn, he dropped his drawers and mooned me. In this day and age, I thing people have totally lost this sense of humor.
Life is full of wondrous things like this... so... I will just say that when the present weighs you down, find a treasure from your past and hold it close in the understanding that life can be a bitch, but it can also be truly wonderful.
OK... time to go clean up some puppy poops.
Vixyy
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In the drawer of my nightstand I have a Security Supervisor shieild from over 40 years ago and a pair of Sergeant stripes that may (or may not) be from the same job. Pens from many places I worked. In the attic, a cheap U. S. Department of Defense one-piece briefcase that has sat there since 1990. It's still full of everything it held on the last day of my last supervisory job -- including a disciplinary report on one of my guards.
I can't even find Eli Timona on the Interwebz.
I can't even find Eli Timona on the Interwebz.
That dip in the Potomac was probably the death-knell of the airline. And isn't it funny that no one has ever successfully hijacked a plane to Cuba?
Elissa and Eli's daughter Ondi has made a name for herself.
Anyway, lots of pictures of planes and articles about Ed Acker, but few pictures of Eli.
Elissa and Eli's daughter Ondi has made a name for herself.
Anyway, lots of pictures of planes and articles about Ed Acker, but few pictures of Eli.
Ed Acker was one of the smoothest snake oil salesmen in the world. He literally ruined Air Florida, Pan Am, and a few others. Eli was the founder of our airline and it did very well until he turned it over to someone else to run. The dunk in the Potomac wasn't what killed the airline - it bled to death from corruption within.
V.
V.
Yep, learn how to follow blueprints and to learn that small hardware can have sharp edges and you might get little finger cuts working on things, just like in the real world. Working on both plastic and wood models reinforced that lesson. Moved up to small gas engines, drafting classes, wood shop and doing my own gunsmithing, etc. Heck I've even done repairs on telescopes I own or modifying parts as needed.
Neat old find there. I used to have some of those pilot wings that where given to kids on flights - from US carriers. Never did get any from SAS when flying to Norway.... Still remember that first flight - 1968 and the plane was a turbo prop - had to land in Iceland for fuel then again in Scotland then on to Oslo... wasn't quite 4 at the time
Funny thing, I recently came across a toy plastic Mercedes sedan I got in Norway in 1968 - made in Stavanger. I"d forgot about it - it came to light when I was looking for some old early Hot Wheels I knew were in the garage. Sold those at a swap meet a few weeks ago - 75 bucks for my well used toy cars. Probably could have got more for them online but it was pure profit. Kept the Mercedes - bought back memories of that first big trip
I feel like us humans are far too ignorant and unaware of ourselves to be engaging in adult things like relationships. And yet, we do anyway. The longer I live and experience the worst humanity has to offer the harder I become, and yet born of this hardness a softness develops. The more I hate humanity, the more I have compassion on the individual. Isn't that strange? We really need to be kinder to the individual in my opinion, though it is difficult and nigh impossible. However perhaps it can be practiced selectively where the spirit is led. We cannot save the world, right? I got a genuine laugh about the buttocks in the window. I miss the children I helped raise, for a brief time. And yet I am fairly certain I want none of my own. Interesting. I'm glad you are having these times filled with family, love, children, and bonding. How wonderful.
OMG yes... when we flew standby to visit the in-laws, I would part the car at the hangar and then all of us would pile into the maintenance van and one of the guys would drive us right to the gate. No security... no nothing. The job I had after AF, I would drive my car right out to the airplane. There were no fences, barbed wire, or badges.
Now all we need is Bob Hope singing 'Thanks For The Memories'.
V.
Now all we need is Bob Hope singing 'Thanks For The Memories'.
V.
how beautiful, how curious and funny, and how sad, tender and pleasant at the same moment. I don't seem to be that old yet, but I still understand you perfectly, my friend.
a small thing can contain a whole world.
and just as pleasant gatherings with family and friends. Stories and memories that will represent another memory and another universe in the future.
And all this is in something insignificant at first glance)
*hug*
a small thing can contain a whole world.
and just as pleasant gatherings with family and friends. Stories and memories that will represent another memory and another universe in the future.
And all this is in something insignificant at first glance)
*hug*
I have too many memories in draws, boxes and cupboards. I have a badge from my car that the dear man who purchased it for wrecking came back the next day with knowing it was my beloved car. I have heaps of stuff from my granddads, grandmothers, items from my mum and a brother that passed away. I think my most treasured is a few items of my father who died in '84 hidden in an old metal cigar box and buried at the bottom of a draw. I have the toy box my dad made with some toys from my childhood, a bedhead that he made, furniture from my mum and brother. *hugs*
Let me guess: They're your buttocks.
Don't have much to add here, other than my McToran I got at the McDonald's back in '01 that I recently got 100% complete again - minus the instructions. Those were the good old days, though it might have been right after 9/11 that we visited the restaurant. (Who knows? It's been a while.)
Don't have much to add here, other than my McToran I got at the McDonald's back in '01 that I recently got 100% complete again - minus the instructions. Those were the good old days, though it might have been right after 9/11 that we visited the restaurant. (Who knows? It's been a while.)
I still proudly wear the company jacket with my name on it I got when I worked at the FBO of a little airport. I loved that job and took great pride in it, even if it was only minimum wage. It was my most favorite job of all time. We were doing just fine until 5/3 Bank royally screwed us over and basically stole the business and everything with it.
I have my treasure box still. It's full of drawings, secret code books, and small toys that were particularly special to me, some swiss army knives, and who knows what else. I'm lucky it survived, since I've moved around 7 times and lost quite a few other things along the way.
You've had some strange encounters, V. At least you managed to carry some of that strange past humor here to us in the present.
You've had some strange encounters, V. At least you managed to carry some of that strange past humor here to us in the present.
How nice! One of my treasured possessions is the badge my grandfather used to wear while he worked as an engineer for de Havilland. While wearing that, he designed the electronics for the Trident airliner, and it's a momento I keep with pride in the knowledge that aviation is in my blood. :)
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