BACKTRACKING
Specks on the Horizon
By Terry
Hogan
It wonÕt be
long now. TheyÕll first appear as
specks on the horizon. Then youÕll hear the sound of the motor. It is a sound that no other Òflying
machineÓ makes. The Stearman
biplanes, their owners, their pilots, and their families and friends will be
returning to Galesburg once again.
It is one of GalesburgÕs best kept secrets.
These
Stearman get older, and better, every year. Unfortunately, those who actually flew the planes in the
process of becoming pilots in WWII are becoming fewer in number. When I first began covering the annual
fly-in, I could find the occasional elderly WWII pilot who came to Galesburg to
revisit a part of his youth.
Undoubtedly it was a part of his youth that stayed with him, whether he
talked of his experiences or kept them to himself.
For those
who might not know, many of the Stearman served as trainers to prepare young men
to go fight in the skies of Europe, Africa and the Pacific. The Stearman was a
slow moving biplane that placed the young trainee in the front cockpit and the
more experienced trainer in the back cockpit. Each location had controls that could fly the plane. There was not air force, per se, in
WWII. Instead there was the Army Air Corps. In addition, there were air craft for the navy. Both groups used Stearman as trainers.
And each group had their own color schemes for the Stearman.
Like so
many planes, the stories vary somewhat on how ÒforgivingÓ these trainers
were. But they must not have been too
bad. They served their purpose
during WWII and then found various jobs after the war. Many were applied to the scrap heap, to
be uncovered and restored later.
But others became Òbarn stormersÓ or ended up with the less glamorous
job of crop dusting.
In time,
like with many of the other WWII aircraft, the Stearman became important
as flying history. Stearman were converted back to their
original colors. Records were dug
into to find the history of the particular Stearman that was being
restored. Old parts and pieces of
Stearman were recovered, refurbished, and returned to service. Some parts were used to make molds to
cast new parts. The art of
stretching cloth over wood frames was redeveloped and thousands of hours of
hard work and meticulous details went into the restoration of these
planes.
If any of
you have restored an old car or an old house back to original conditions, you
can appreciate the effort that went into these slow and low flying Stearman
that represent the period of time when flying was flying.
I donÕt own
a Stearman. I never will. I have had the opportunity to fly in a
few over the years. It is an
experience that will not be forgotten.
The noise, the wind in the face, and the propeller spinning at what
feels like only a few inches in front of you. The Stearman is also a photographerÕs delight.. But it also allows opportunity to take
photos from the air, without the intervention and glare of glass. Only the
spinning propeller and the wires strung between the wings need to be accounted
for.
For the
owners, pilots, and family, the Galesburg fly-in is an opportunity to renew old
friendships; to compare notes, and to see who has sold or bought a Stearman,
and perhaps to inspect a newly restored Stearman that has entered their
ranks. Many of the pilots are or
were commercial pilots, but have chosen the open cockpit as their preferred
Òoff the clockÓ form of flying.
After all, it was probably the love of flying and adventure that brought
them to flying in the first place.
But the 737 or 747, after a time, probably becomes more like flying a
bus than an airplane.
Generally
there is the appearance of a few non-Stearman at the fly-in. I donÕt know if that will be the case
this year. In the past years, I
have fallen in with the Mustang which is, in my mind, the most glamorous of
WWII planes. It sounds, and looks
like a big engine that somebody attached wings to. It must be quite a thrill to ride in one.
If you have
children or grandchildren, take them out to see a part of aviation
history. They may not be
interested in WWII. But when they see these brightly colored biplanes bounce
along the grass runway and slowly climb into the sky, they will be
fascinated.
History is
made every day. And it is lost. At
some point, it is likely that many of these Stearman will be relegated to being
silently on display at a museum.
The roar of the engine; the wind in the face; and the sight of them
growing from a speck on the horizon to a bit of living history will be lost.
DonÕt lose
the opportunity to show a bit of living history to your children or
grandchildren. Take them to the
airport. Show them, up close, these fragile wood and cloth planes that
represent a period of our history when flying was flying.
DonÕt let
them see the specks on the horizon disappear from view, not knowing what they
are and what they were.
08/28/08