Flew on commercial airliner in the 50s. You didn't have cocoon entries, so you walked outside on the tarmac, up the stair trolley rolled up to the plane entry. The center aisle even on big planes was slanted, the engines were propeller driven, lots of noise. During the entire flight you could see the ground because you weren't flying at jet heights and that made the journey fascinating. Everyone was dressed for business, there were no babies, your seat companions were mostly business people, most were intelligent conversationalists. Food was served, not haute cuisine but not bad. Security was minimal; more wasn't needed. Also flew in Piper Cub when I was 14, courtesy of a pilot I met in the Civilian Air Patrol that I joined because I was airplane crazy. Flying today is a chore and boring and no one wants to sit next to families. But we all know this.

I have never been in an aeroplane - I very much doubt if I ever will. I have been a few air fields though, usually to wave someone off. I think that last picture is a stunning photograph

Ol' Arthur Godfrey. I can still see him strumming that uke. Couldn't figure out where on earth that airport is in the last photo. Quito, Ecuador?

I remember when flying was almost a miracle and Amelia Earhart was in the
news via radio and newspaper.

I always wanted to learn to fly. Always thought it would be sooo cool to soar amongst the clouds.

reguards
yer air head pal
bugg

Funny to be intrigued by flying and not really like to actually fly in planes. But even my understanding the physics of flying doesn't diminish its magic. When I was little, my older brother would take me to the airport and we'd watch takeoffs and landings, and he'd explain how airplanes fly. After going over all the details, he'd ask me if I'd understood whatever the point he was trying to teach me. I'd always say, "Oh, yes! It's magic!"

Love 'em! Those were great.