Mom and Dad 1927

At six years of age I’m sure I loved my mom, but I absolutely idolized my dad. I remember him sitting down with me on the living room floor with an encyclopedia type book, showing me pictures and telling about World War One airplanes. And I remember sitting on his lap, listening to a Crosly radio that had three dials and a horn-like megaphone, during broadcasts of the news about Charles Lindbergh’s solo flight in the Spirit of St. Louis from New York to Paris. Dad even used his globe to show me the route Lindbergh took. (He used the same globe to follow my WWII episodes). I also remember him giving me a cast iron replica of Lindbergh’s airplane. Besides my lifetime idolization of Dad, I’m sure he created my early interest in aviation.