Greetingsand
Happy New Year!
Well, the year 2001 is
finally behind us. What a year it was. For our Chapter
things could not have gone better; but for our country,
war came to the very heart of it when terrorists flew two
commercial jetliners into the twin towers of the World
Trade Center. This is something so horrible that only the
most evil of all mankind could think up such a scheme.
But we came back. In a short time we've attacked the very
heart of evil and destroyed their infrastructure. In the
process, very possibly we've prevented many more attacks
such as the one on September 11, 2001. We are not
finished yet with our efforts to destroy those who try to
bring fear to our innocent civilians, and I hope that we
will not rest until the world is free of terrorism, so
that we can go back to leading "normal" lives.
Some
people never learn...
Here is a thought for you
which I received from my friend, Dr. William R. Reynolds,
Comdr., US Navy (Ret):
In October
2001, Mullah Mohammed Omar said, "The situation
where we are now, there are two things: either death or
victory. To those who are fighting and bombarding us,
they should understand the Afghan man is a fighter
willing to die for jihad."
Back in June 1944, a smarter American man by the name of
General George S. Patton, said, "I want you to
remember that no b------ ever won a war by dying for his
country. He won it by making the other poor dumb b------
die for his country..."
As you can see, evil has been around for a long time but
truth and justice always win out.
Missing
Member
On a sad note, I have to
tell you that Willis Short, one of our founding Chapter
members died a few days before Christmas, on December 20,
after prolonged illness, the same illness that kept him
away from meetings all this past year. Willis had always
attended our meetings at Gainesville and had an unending
enthusiasm for aviation. He was a veteran of World War
II, having served in the Army Air Corps, and was a
participant in the North Africa Campaign. He joined
Experimental Aircraft Association in 1955, and had been a
member of Chapter 101 in Rockford, Illinois. As such, he
was acquainted with many of the "grassroots"
members of the Association and loved to tell stories
about the early days of EAA. It was a pleasure knowing
Willis, and his love for all things that fly was
inspiring.
There was a memorial service for Willis on Saturday,
December 29. His widow asked for donations to EAA's Young
Eagles Project in lieu of flowers. Please talk to Gene
Pascoe, our treasurer, if you still wish to make a
donation in Willis' memory. I'm sure Margaret would still
appreciate cards, telephone calls, and little visits,
too. Her mailing address is:
Margaret Short
625 County Road 8330
West Plains, MO 65775
Thinking about Willy, and others, who fought in World War
II, I guess we should, by now, realize that madmen will
never be totally eradicated from rising to power and that
we'll always have to be on guard, even against
complacency.
We Need
God
Our hearts go out to Marge,
Willy's widow who is now alone, and to Marilyn. Life is
often very tragic and it seems especially merciless when
such things happen during the Christmas season, when we
really want to celebrate a rebirth in Christ, and hope
for a better life with God. Perhaps the only thing that
can be said is that we all realize more than ever our
need for God and the hope that Christ brings.
Christmas
Dinner
We had a wonderful Christmas
party thanks to the efforts of Ron White and his extended
family. The hangar was beautifully decorated and the food
was delicious. Everybody was just awed when they walked
in. I myself gained several poundsand now have a
choice of losing the weight or leaving several
instruments out of our airplane which I had planned to
install! At the end of the dinner, Tom White presented
service certificates and pins to the 2001 officers. Bill
Ghan made a surprise presentation of his beautiful
original painting of a Stearman against the background of
a snowy winter night to Ron White for his support of the
Chapter, and the Chapter made Ron a gift of a Wright
Flyer model.
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Ron White
holds his Christmas gift, a beautiful
painting of the Stearman by Bill Ghan, in front
of
the airplane it depicts. |
Biography: Ron White
Since we have such great
meetings at Ron's hangar, I thought, it is about time
that we all get to know Ron White a little better, so I
asked him if we could do his "bio." Here is his
story:
Ron
White
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"My interest
in flying was sparked by an incident that
occurred, by chance, in 1969. As I was driving my
children to school one morning, I happened to
notice an object that appeared, from a distance,
to be a new hangar at the airport. Being curious,
I investigated and found the object to be a Ford
Trimotor belonging to a Mr. Glenn of Ottawa,
Kansas, and flown in by Mr. Joe Miller. Shortly
after my arrival at the airport, Joe taxied the
plane to the end of the sod runway which had very
recently been extended. As he was attempting to
turn it around to prepare for takeoff, it became
stuck in the mud created by the fresh dirtwork.
The pressure applied while trying to turn it
caused the brake cable to snap. Fortunately, I
happened to have some aircraft cable that would
work and Howard Burchard, the airport manager at
the time, who was also there observing, had a
nicopress to put it on with. The brakes were
repaired and Joe was on his way shortly
thereafter.
"This experience really got me interested in
airplanes and when I first decided to take flying
lessons, I bought Howard Burchard's Cessna 120.
To this very day, taildraggers are what I
consider 'real airplanes' and the only planes I
truly enjoy flying.
"My first flight instructor had an unusual
training technique that nearly discouraged me
from flying. Luckily, as soon as I soloed on
August 9, 1974, I switched instructors and began
training with George Myers, who trained me well,
especially in emergency landings. I got my
license on May 8, 1975, and since that time I
have had some unscheduled landings but was able
to keep my head and land safely, thanks to
George's training.
"In 1976, I purchased a Cessna 195 in
Florida and brought it home on a trailer. My son,
Mike, his friend Tony Moore, a former employee
and I worked on it for a year to get it flying.
By March of 1977 we were very close to having it
ready to fly and working so hard to finish that I
completely forgot our wedding anniversary.
However, my wife never said anything to me about
it, or about anything else for that matter, for
several days thereafter.
"Phil Keister came to Willow Springs
to test fly the 195 and I very much
wanted to be on board for the first
flight but he wouldn't allow it. I did,
however, get to go on the second flight.
I soloed in it on May 7, 1977, and it was
the most exciting day of my life.
"Another memorable flight was in
July 1995. My family gave me a gift of an
hour and a half of left seat time in a
DC-3. All the kids and grandkids were
permitted to accompany me on this flight.
This is a memory I will cherish forever.
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Ron
is justifiably proud of the restoration
of this
Cessna 195, which took a year to
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"I
was born right here in Willow Springs on February
17, 1938, and have lived here ever since. I have
been in business in Willow for almost forty
years, beginning in 1963 with a feed mill and
turkey feeding operation. I sold that and, in
1968, I got the Ford dealership and sold Fords
for seventeen years, but I never really liked the
car business. I began thinking about building a
roll-forming machine to produce steel building
panels and, as soon as I completed the machine in
1983, I began selling building panels and other
building materials. By 1985, I decided to give up
the car dealership and concentrate on the new
business full time. We now have four panel lines
which have many different uses, including office
buildings, aircraft hangars, barns, and even
homes. We also sell pre-engineered building
packages which include all the components
necessary for an all-steel building.
"In 1979, I was honored by the Willow
Springs Chamber of Commerce by being chosen as
'Man of the Year,' and again in 1997 as 'Citizen
of the Year.'
"I find it very rewarding to work with so
many fine people in the EAA Chapter. I am very
impressed by the amount of talent represented by
this group. I'm happy to provide meals for the
EAA meetings and I am very pleased that they all
express their appreciation of my efforts toward
this cause."
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Completely forgetting that the Saturday
breakfasts weren't being held during the holiday
period, I called Ron on Friday evening to ask if
we could come do the interview after the Saturday
morning breakfast. He said to come anyway. He
would fix us some biscuits and gravy and we would
talk. I also didn't realize that Ron had to heat
the hangar for just us. He didn't complain,
though, and we sat and ate and listened to music
from the fifties, as Ron told us his story. We
discovered that he just loves the people in the
Chapter and wants to do whatever is necessary to
keep us growing and working together. Speaking
for myself, and I am sure I can include the rest
of the membership also, I think you are one great
guy and we all thank you for what you are doing
for us, Ron. Editor |
Buzz Thunderbee by Squawk
| Buzz is Always Thinking
Safety |
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January
is for Hangar Talk
We will have our next
regular meeting on Saturday, January 12, at 9 o'clock
a.m. at the Whites' hangar in Willow Springs. We aren't
planning a presentation this month. It'll just be a
pleasant time to visit. All the officers-directors of the
Chapter are asked to stay after the regular meeting for a
directors' conference, sort of a planning session. I
should also remind you that it is time to pay your dues
for the year 2002. They are $10.00 for a single member
and $15.00 for a couple. We also have some very nice
Chapter patches and our treasurer is making you an offer
that you can't refuse. He will sell you one patch for
$5.00, two patches for $9.00 and three patches for
$12.00. These patches feature our Chapter logo which was
designed by our resident artist, Bill Ghan, and are of
the finest quality that I have seen in a long time.
Sport
Aviation Association
To my surprise, I recently
received a magazine in the mail that was addressed to me
as the Chapter Newsletter Editor and is titled very
simply, "To Fly." It is published by the Sport
Aviation Association, which was founded by none other
than Paul H. Poberezny himself. Paul is very concerned
that we keep alive the old craft of building airplanes
from scratch in this day when kitbuilding may cause us to
forego learning some of the basic skills involved. This
appears to be the formation of a group with a very narrow
focus, supportive of true experimentation for those who
desire to find better ways to do things. Kitbuilding has
filled a needed spot in general aviation, coming alive
during a period when the light-aircraft manufacturing
industry was quite sick, but we also want to keep the
homebuilding of real "experimental" aircraft
alive. You certainly can't beat the price of membership,
which is free. You are only asked to make a donation if
you can. I will have the magazine, which is published
quarterly, with me and you can be the judge. You can also
visit SAA's website at www.sportaviation.org or you can e-mail Paul himself at DiamondALP@aol.com, or you can write to Sport Aviation
Association, P.O. Box 2343 Oshkosh, WI 54903-2343. I
think this is a good idea and I have joined.
| "Flight" |
The azure sky above me, |
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The storm clouds, far
below, |
| The
sunsetblazing glory |
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In colors, no man
knows. |
The drum roll of the thunder, |
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The lightning flashes
bright, |
| The steady
hum of engines |
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As the day fades into
night. |
The earth, so far below my ship |
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Buffeted, by the storm, |
| No fury of
it touches here, |
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Just calm, serene and
warm. |
Few men have known the joy I feel, |
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My heart beats free and
light. |
| Alone, at
peace, just God and me, |
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As day gives way to
night. |
Twinkling stars begin to show |
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Their whiteness, in the
blue, |
| As the
storm recedes from earth |
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The moon comes into
view. |
The runway lights now call me back |
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To a world washed clean
by rain, |
| But my
heart knows I'll soon return, |
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Alonewith God,
one day. |
Written
and dedicated to James Wiley
by his wife Pat, May 18,1968.
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