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I havent flown that much but the first time that I did I was 50 something and it was to Winnipeg. It of course was a man that got me there
posted by
Lanetay
on May 28, 2016 at 7:37 AM
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Lets face it there was a time between constant wars that would now be considered dream time. One did not have to even think of danger or which country to avoid. Personally if I had to go abroad I would rather go by submarine. Once when the yanks were here we so called farmers had a ride in a real big one . I remember one little plump red face guy saying 'Goodness this has got more pull than my big tractor.'
posted by
C_C_T
on May 28, 2016 at 7:31 AM
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You dad came up with a good plan there.
I myself have flown five times. I always felt like I was being herded like cattle.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 28, 2016 at 5:26 AM
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My first flight was in 1955, trip home with my 13-month old daughter
to visit Mama, stand up at my little sis' wedding. The plane was not a jet, and I was fascinated by the prairies and mountain ranges unfolding beneath my gaze. The pressurized cabin wasn't painful to the ears, so my baby didn't cry, but slept to the soothing drone of the motor.
posted by
Pat_B
on May 28, 2016 at 5:18 AM
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Kabu
Yep, it sure was different! I never had to tak my shoes off, or my belt, hoping my pants wouldn't fall down around my ankles, and they served real food on board... And now? Just because of you damn Pentecostals...
posted by
Nautikos
on May 27, 2016 at 8:38 PM
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Such a nice story. I remember when flying was fun. So different from now.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on May 27, 2016 at 7:13 PM
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posted by
lovelyladymonk
on May 27, 2016 at 5:20 PM
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