The quanset hut where Quantas employees celebrate Kwanzaa?
I was a wee infink for my first plane ride, a piston engine Convair I think on Frontier airlines making several stops from Tucson to the northern reaches of Montana. First single engine plane probably a Grumman traveller flown by my uncle. First time in the front seat was in a Cessna 310 my family hired when the blizzard was too much for the airline’s turboprop Otter to fly. First helicopter in the navy, H-46 to and from carriers off San Diego.
Cleveland-Chicago O’Hare-Phoenix in 1966. Two 727’s with different airlines. I was 8 and my sister was 6… Mom took us out to Phoenix to meet up with Dad, who spent half of every summer around Scottsdale testing truck air conditioning systems.
The only things I remember much about were spending 4 hours in O’Hare, and that Phoenix Sky Harbor was a cool name for such a tiny little airport. It’s a little bigger now.
And what is it in this thread with all us Clevelanders? :dubious:
1964, Calgary to Toronto, aboard Trans-Canada Airlines, which would later become Air Canada. I was a child, and fascinated by what the world looked like from up there. And when clouds obscured my view, I pushed every button in sight–reading lamp on, reading lamp off, stewardess button on… “Mom, why does this lady keep walking up and asking if we want anything?”
No enclosed jetways, you walked outside to the aircraft and up the stairs. No security checks either. It would be about ten years before I next flew, and though I had heard about such changes as they occurred over time, it was still an interesting experience to have to go through a metal detector and be able to walk right on the aircraft without going outside.
I’ve flown hundreds of thousands of miles since. The thrill is long gone.
I think I was about ten months old. I don’t remember it, anyway. I grew up in San Francisco, but most of my extended family lives in the LA area. It’s only a 45 minute flight, and I’ve made that trip more times than I can recall offhand. I’d guess at least ten or fifteen times. So yeah, I was a baby and my parents took me down to LA so everyone could see me, that was my first flight.
I ain’t gonna list all the flights I’ve ever taken. I tried counting once and it was a long and repetetive list. (SFO->LAX. SFO->SNA. OAK->LAX. OAK->SNA, etc., etc.)
Flew from Vancouver to London(?) with my parents - I’m not entirely sure where we flew into, but the main cities we hit were London, Paris and Glasgow, so it’ll have been one of the airports in those places. It was on the now defunct Wardair, and my main memory is playing with the little plastic salt and pepper shakers we got with the meal.
