Sunday, August 04, 2002
After church we had a picnic lunch in a little park, then off to the airport to meet Rhonda and fulfill a promise made to Larissa who is now twelve, long ago.
All the children got to go for a ride in an airplane except Larissa. The appropiate time never happend and perhaps never will.
Today we made it happen. The lady pilot is also a flght instructor.
She did her preflight with Larissa at her side and explained in detail everything as she did it.
When the time to board arrived she put Larissa in the pilot seat, handed her a copy of the preflight list and had her do it all.
She then had L. J. (Larissa) taxi to the runway and complete the check, perform the take off, fly out over the river and follow it to the bay, out over the pass, along the coast and back again.
Most of the time she kept her hands off of everything and simply instructed L. J. until it was time to land.
After Rhonda executed the landing she had L. J. taxi back to the apron (with a short stop to visit some burrowing owels who nest about five feet from the tarmac,) do the post flight and turn off the engine.
A congratulatory dinner at Hopp's followed, then back home to "chill" and settle in for the night.
As if flying an airplane was't enough, L. J. wanted to drive the lawn mower! I started it because the battery had self destructed, and she drove around 'til the afternoon rain began. She took it to the shed, slammed into the door, and couldn't get the machine out of gear. I finally reminded her to USE THE BRAKES!
I'm glad she is a better pilot than driver of lawn mowers.
This was her first time ever in a plane, but not on a lawn mower.
I rather think she will want to fly again.
Will I let her drive again?
Probably.
Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him. Psalms 127:3 (NIV)
This scripture also applies to grandchildren, believe me.
Shalom, y'all
All the children got to go for a ride in an airplane except Larissa. The appropiate time never happend and perhaps never will.
Today we made it happen. The lady pilot is also a flght instructor.
She did her preflight with Larissa at her side and explained in detail everything as she did it.
When the time to board arrived she put Larissa in the pilot seat, handed her a copy of the preflight list and had her do it all.
She then had L. J. (Larissa) taxi to the runway and complete the check, perform the take off, fly out over the river and follow it to the bay, out over the pass, along the coast and back again.
Most of the time she kept her hands off of everything and simply instructed L. J. until it was time to land.
After Rhonda executed the landing she had L. J. taxi back to the apron (with a short stop to visit some burrowing owels who nest about five feet from the tarmac,) do the post flight and turn off the engine.
A congratulatory dinner at Hopp's followed, then back home to "chill" and settle in for the night.
As if flying an airplane was't enough, L. J. wanted to drive the lawn mower! I started it because the battery had self destructed, and she drove around 'til the afternoon rain began. She took it to the shed, slammed into the door, and couldn't get the machine out of gear. I finally reminded her to USE THE BRAKES!
I'm glad she is a better pilot than driver of lawn mowers.
This was her first time ever in a plane, but not on a lawn mower.
I rather think she will want to fly again.
Will I let her drive again?
Probably.
Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him. Psalms 127:3 (NIV)
This scripture also applies to grandchildren, believe me.
Shalom, y'all
