Harry's lost airplane....A Story by StanHarry always said there was never a damaged model airplane he couldn't fix, or a lost one he couldn't find.....on his last day.....it was most true indeed.‘Harry’s lost model’ A tale by Stanley Swan Harry started building and flying model airplanes at age nine. A child of the forties, Harry and his young friends had to ‘invent’ most of their play things… it was before the days of huge big box stores and world wide internet shopping. One of Harry’s favorite past-times was to build simple throw-in-the-air aircraft. Most were built from light balsa wood and tissue paper, many fashioned after models he would see in science magazines that he would pick up at the local hardware store. Harry built dozens of planes over the years, right thru high school, two years of college and into his working career as a draftsman. He had to put his building on hold for a few years to take care of an ailing wife and aging parents. He was never blessed with children, and Harry felt that was one of his biggest failures….but he didn’t dwell on it….the Good Lord knew what was best for him as he made his way through this life. Harry’s health had been a bit of a challenge as well. Some eating disorders and a heart murmur slowed him down a bit, but never stifled his love to fly his model planes. Harry used to brag that he never crashed a plane he couldn’t fix…. or find a plane that had been taken by the wind into the woods nearby. Little did he know that this was to be very prophetic indeed. It was on a beautiful sunny day in late September when Harry was at his local flying field with his buddy George. They flew their planes together frequently, each having radio controlled planes fashioned after some of the fastest fighters of World War two. As Harry was turning his P-47 Thunderbolt to make an approach to the grassy runway…. his plane suddenly took a sharp turn to the right and went out of sight. “Oh boy” he exclaimed to his buddy George….”might be awhile to find that one…it was at about full power and had almost a full tank of fuel.” Harry turned off his transmitter, sat down for a moment….and told George that he was feeling a bit odd. It was a very warm day for September, but he and George had certainly flown in hotter weather. Within moments, Harry had grabbed his chest, gave a deep sigh and collapsed backward onto the field. George was at his side immediately, but there was nothing he could do. Harry was white as a sheet, he wasn’t breathing. George knew in an instant that his buddy Harry was gone. The funeral was a few days later, and George and a few of Harry’s other flying buddies all acted as pall bearers at his funeral. A week after George had laid his friend to rest, he returned to the flying field… just to sit and to remember all the great days that the two had shared together there. As George walked out onto the field that they kept mowed weekly… he spotted something at the far end of the runway. Walking down the field to the object…. George stopped… breathless….his heart jumping inside his chest. There on the field at his feet in front of him was Harry’s wonderful P 47.….that same aircraft done in silver, grey and white that Harry had flown out of sight a week before…. and it was perfect. Sitting on it’s wheels and perfectly positioned in a take-off mode, It brought tears to George’s eyes. As he reached own to lift the plane from it’s resting spot… George remembered what Harry had said many times. “there wasn’t a crashed plane that he couldn’t fix or a plane lost that he couldn’t find.” Later that day, George loaded he plane in the back of his little station wagon, drove to Harry’s house and presented it to his wife. He didn’t relate the story of the plane being lost to his wife….. there was really no need to. The important message was that Harry had come thru with his usual chatter; ‘there wasn’t a plane lost that he couldn’t find.’ © 2016 Stan |
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Added on July 31, 2016 Last Updated on July 31, 2016 AuthorStanNewark, NYAbouta NYS licensed funeral director for almost 40 years, enjoy writing, photography, model building and r.c. flying. My book Undertakings of an Undertaker; true stories of being laid to rest has.. more..Writing
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