2020-04-18

Celebrating 50 Years of Flight

Several years ago, I worked with a group of little kids and posed the following question:

 "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

One little boy said he wanted to grow up and drive his sisters yellow mustang. When I questioned him further, he assured me that was his only life goal. Certainly not what I expected.

But this little boy, who happens to be my "hairy half," piped up at Christmas time when he was 6 years old and stated without any hesitation that he wanted to be a jet pilot. His folks weren't entirely sure where that came from, but he wouldn't be swayed. 







A determined 6 year old


When he was 14 years old and hadn't let go of that life goal, God put him together with a Sunday School teacher named Frank Ritchie. He had an airplane of his own and took it upon himself to take this "little boy" up to see if flight would really be for him.





14 years old and on the move!



Mr. Ritchie, who had been a Navy pilot, saw great promise in this 14 year old kid and so asked his folks if he might "perpetuate his occupation" in their son. A week later, on April 18, 1970, the boy took his first official flying lesson. When Frank  Ritchie took him on, he assured his folks that he'd solo by his 16th birthday. Before he even got his drivers license, that's exactly what he did.






I ended up marrying the man who this little boy became, and have had the pleasure of being a part of the growth in his skills and career as he went from small private airplanes to small jets and then to larger jets. He's flown in the military, enjoyed a career in the airlines, and now flies corporate jets. He has  spent his career doing what he has always loved to support himself and our family. 




Mission Aviation Fellowship
A "Family Affair"


A huge thank you to my husbands parents and Mr. Ritchie, as well as the others who encouraged and enabled the realization of a little boys dream.










A Captain at U.S.Airways





Over the last 50 years, he's experienced sitting in the front seat of one airplane or another witnessing stunning scenery, countless sunrises and sunsets, all kinds of weather and the challenges caused by it, like lightening strikes,  high winds, ice, snow, and wind sheer. Other challenges have come in the form of in-flight emergencies like lost engines and gear issues, broken windscreens, bird strikes, air traffic controllers who are impossible to understand, and a "schedule" that has been unlike any schedule you might imagine outside of a career in aviation.






Tours go better with cupcakes



He's done this countless times. Notice "Departures" in the background?







Some of the grands get a look at Grand Dudes new ride


And yet the benefits have been amazing. He's often told me that even on the most difficult day, when he's in flight, he's still stunned by the fact that he gets paid to do what he does. At times his "office window" has provided an unobstructed view at over 50,000 feet. He's been able to enjoy the best seat in the house in 14 different jets.


In the 50 years that he's been flying, he's had the privilege to fly faster than the speed of sound, tight formation, acrobatics in a supersonic jet, and landing while I sat on the ground, literally right beside the runway, and watched him do it. 





Watching him land "up close and personal"



Flying tight formation



You can see the smile even with an oxygen mask on






Some of the very best


He's been a part of setting a worlds record for flight in bacterial warfare gear, flying a laser research mission in concert with the Space Shuttle, and even transporting groups ranging from "secret" to starving artists. 







World's record setting crew


But one of his most memorable trips was being a part of a 24 ship airdrop mission over Egypt that included 2 air refueling connections and a tight ballet of logistics in making it happen. That's right. His favorite thing was to push people and things out the back door.













In his 50 year career, he's provided med-evac all over the world, transported cargo, heavy equipment, mail, animals,  caskets and hundreds of thousands of people. He's circumnavigated the globe countless times, and spent just short of 20,000 hours looking out the windscreen, serving people he'll never know, and meeting others who have become life long friends. 














Bringing home a brand new "bird"





Career in a box

It's been an honor for me to be a part of his support team and I'm so proud of this humble man. Whether you've met him or not, there is so much more to him than is initially evident. 


Congratulations to my better half on a long career. It's been an amazing ride!













Though youths grow weary and tired,

And vigorous young men stumble badly,

Yet those who wait on the Lord will gain new strength;

They will mount up with wings like eagles,

They will run and not get tired,

They will walk and not become weary.

Isaiah 40: 30-31




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2019-12-10

Welcome to the World!

The 10th of December is always a unique day for us as we remember our youngest daughters birthday. It's been a long time since I told the story that surrounded her coming into our lives, so, since I have my own blog, and I can do what I want, I think I'll record it here. 

In 1985, life took us out of the military and into civilian life which included a move from the west coast to 22 miles west of New York City. That meant we had the opportunity to get acquainted with the New Jersey culture and it was an interesting transition.  

There were no such things as personal computers, cell phones, Facetime, email, texting ...even cordless phones were yet to be invented. All calls were made after a certain hour at night and timed because every minute was costing you, so keeping in touch was more challenging, and we relied on maps and yellow phone books to find what we needed. And we had done it before, but NJ...





NJ culture was a different one than we had ever experienced. For example, we've lived in a lot of places, but NJ is the only place I ever heard people screaming from the front of the grocery store to the back telling each other to "drop dead!" I actually got rammed by someones "carriage" because I wasn't going fast enough. No lie. I was extremely pregnant at the time and had my 2 year old daughter in my own "carriage".  



It was challenging living there. Trying to get to know people, understand the intensity of their behavior, and even decipher what they were saying when they talked.  We're laid back SoCal natives and we just didn't get it.

So when the time came for #2 to come into this world, we were faced with several issues. My handsome half flew for People Express Airlines at the time, which required him to be gone a fair amount, and we had not been able to plug into a community of people. That's a nice way of saying we didn't have any friends. Pathetic, I know...

But I thought I still had some time to work out the logistics of this new baby's arrival. #1 was a couple of weeks early. I shouldn't have been taken by surprise when #2 decided to make her entrance even earlier! 

I was faced with some real conundrums when at 9:00 am on December 10,1985 I had to ask myself "Has my water actually broken?" Only the first of the puzzles to be be solved that day.

So while I thought on that, I made breakfast for my daughter, picked up the hand set with the curly cord on the brown kitchen phone, and called the doc.



 
He said I should come in. I agreed to after doing a little pick up and figuring out child care. To which he replied "come in now, or I'm no longer responsible for you." Yeah. I wasn't kidding about the intensity of that New Jersey culture!
 
First call was to People Express to get a message to my husband. Of course, he was flying and at the time was cruising along at 35,000 feet. Company scheduling wasn't thrilled with playing go between, until I calmly said the words "I'm in labor". Then they couldn't do enough to help me out!




Then I called California to see if my mother in law was OK with coming east a little early. She was already packed. Bless her!! Brother in law made sure she was able to make a quick flight change in Denver that got her to NJ in record time.

After that came the whole transportation/child care issue. What to do...

I called the church which we had only been attending a short time, and the assistant pastor agreed to come and pick me up. Then I called another young woman in the church who agreed to watch my older daughter until her dad could get home and pick her up... at some point!



 Bound Brook Presbyterian Church
Bound Brook New Jersey

At this point, I still wasn't sure if my water had broken, but kept moving forward. 

The pastor carefully delivered us to Somerset Medical Center and the last time I saw my oldest daughter that day, she was sitting on the floor with one of New Jersey's finest in the lobby of the hospital sharing her bag of fruit loops. To say that it was a bizarre experience would be putting it lightly, I suppose.  



Somerset Medical Center



I don' t know these fine men, but one of their older brothers enjoyed sharing 
fruit loops with my 2 year old.



Eventually, handsome landed in Newark and the passengers were held back so that he could exit the airplane first. When they were told he was on his way to the hospital because his wife was in labor, he actually got an ovation from a B-727 full of passengers. Then he proceeded to drive at the speed of sound to the hospital, fearful that he wouldn't make it. 

On arriving, he found me standing in front of the nursery windows and still VERY pregnant. The relief didn't last long for him, because as soon as he got there, I made him turn around and go home. I had forgotten the camera. He made it back and baby girl was born at 3:00 that afternoon. 




Only 6 hours after the adventure began. 

Handsome began the day in Florida, his mom was in northern California, and I was in New Jersey. By that night, we were all in the same state and our oldest got to bed on time. Amazing and absolutely by God's grace.




Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly 
beyond all that we ask or think,
according to the power that works within us,
to Him be the glory in the church
and in Christ Jesus to all generations
forever and ever. 
Amen.
Eph. 3:20-21 




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2019-05-03

New Life

Any time someone asks me where I'm from, I have to pause a bit before I answer. My handsome half doesn't have a problem answering, but I always feel as if I need to give a bit of explanation.

We're both SoCal kids. Thats where we were born and bred and even though our home state is a hot mess right now, I still claim it as my own. I've lived a lot of places, but have always answered "I live in --- but I'm FROM Southern California." We spent several years in various locales, and right now, we live in Ohio. But I'm not from here. No offense to the native buckeyes, but I'll always prefer sand between my toes all year round over experiencing the change of  seasons.

I always find it interesting that people claim to love the seasons in cold climates.  Basically, there are only two seasons where I live. Snow and road construction. One is bitterly cold and the other is pretty humid. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining about the weather here. Just an observation in the context of preferring  the life and climate of a different location. And of course, the mindset. I don't think like a mid westerner, or like the natives of any of the other places we've lived for that matter. 

But one thing I've been able to experience from life spent outside of my home-place is a vivid appreciation for new life. Everything is pretty much dead and brown in October, and things don't get green again until late April. That's where we are right now. The new life all around me right now is stunning. 



 I'm not much of a purple person, except in the yard. It's all purples and blues and I love it.


 
 
Even the tacky yard art is fun outside in the spring!


This kind of new growth never really caught my attention when I lived in the southwest, because it looked this way all year round. But experiencing a real winter showed me what I had been missing. 


New life.


It's like getting a gift every spring. Even after the most bitter cold in winter, eventually we see this.
 
"Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!"
2 Corinthians 9:15



Beautiful rich colors.
 
"A woman named Lydia, from the city of Thyatira, a seller of purple fabrics, a worshiper of God, was listening; and the Lord opened her heart to respond..." 
Acts 16:14

   
And wildlife we haven't seen for months re-emerge. 
"But whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water 
springing up to eternal life." 
John 4:14


"Do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?" 
Matthew 6:25-26

  



"For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens."
2 Corinthians 5:1

The purples and blues and whites will continue to cycle through our space for the next several weeks. I'll get used to being warm and seeing the bright colors outside the windows. But I'll never cease to be thankful for the vivid reminders all of this new growth affords. Thanks for stopping by.





"Therefore if anyone is in Christ, 
he is a new creature; 
the old things passed away; 
behold, new things have come."
2 Corinthians 5:17