Originally posted by lesmore49 Nice little plane. How did your mom get into flying and become a pilot. Had she been in the military, as I know up here, that a lot of times is the route people follow to get into flying. For example, my son's friend who was in the Royal Canadian Air Force- Cadets (as was my son) and got his pilot's license through that organization. The Cadets are a military organization for people from I think, age 12 to 18 and is run by Canadian military personnel. Very good organization and young people can learn a lot about life there.
A story. Back in the early 2000's when my son was 13-14 years old, just before having to have a passport to cross back and forth the international US/Canada border became the rule, the two of us, one afternoon went to Grand Forks, North Dakota to watch the sprint car races at the local track. He didn't have a passport so the US customs official asked if he had two sources of ID, which was good enough at that time. He had his school ID card, with pix and he had his RCAF Cadet ID card with pix.
The border guy looked at his school ID card , but was impressed with his RCAF Cadet card, due to the fact that it military and waved us through.
On the way back after we saw the races (very good, competitive) we stopped at the McDonald's just by the exit to the northern part of the interstate back to Canada.
We ordered our food and the clerk asked if we had any military affiliation...10 % discount....and I remembered my son's RCAF Cadet card, mentioned that, our son showed the clerk and we got our food and discount. I was impressed with the support the Americans had for the military.
Mom was a kept woman until I was in my early teens, as dad was old school and didn’t approve of women working outside the home. She worked a few jobs in agriculture when we lived in Oregon, then when we moved back to Washington she got a secretarial job at the local flight school. By the time I was 18 she had started taking flying lessons, and got a private pilot’s license. At some point she partnered up with three other people and they bought this little yellow plane. One by one the other partners sold out to the remaining ones, until it was only her.
I went up with her many times, always taking the controls. I was going to get a license myself, but life happened and I never did.
But I know how to do preflight inspections, and how to take off, fly and land an airplane, I even know how to navigate, calculate fuel consumption and all the other details required to safely fly an airplane.
And of course I also have right seat time in a Mitchell B25 bomber.
Mom sold that Yankee to a guy in California. He decided that he was going to fly to Oshkosh in it. Got somewhere over Kansas, was running low on fuel, and became fearful of running out. He decided to land in a field, and chose a freshly plowed one over one that had only been harvested. The loose soil of the freshly turned earth wasn’t a good choice. The landing gear sank into the soil, and the plane did a ground loop, destroying the airframe.