Butterscotch Pah & our Neighbors – the deer

November 27th, 2011

Someone hinted they had never tasted CY’s butterscotch pah (pie in West Virginian).

General Yeager, using his grandmother’s recipe, had won the Blue Ribbon at the Nevada County Fair’s Men’s Baked Goods Contest in 2001 or so for his butterscotch pah.

The judges had liked it so much that rather than just a couple of pieces missing for tasting, au contraire, only one piece was left!

(For that story, please go to http://victoriayeager.com/general-chuck-yeagers-grandmas-award-winning-butterscotch-pah/)

Since we were going to this someone’s house for Thanksgiving, I tried to make the butterscotch pah for them.

There’s a very challenging part. I didn’t get there the first attempt – the evaporated milk had….well…evaporated beyond recognition. Guess it was an old can. To say the least.

The deer were the beneficiaries of this. They’re not picky.

So I started over. We didn’t have any cornstarch but the internet said we could use quick cooking tapioca pudding. Not.

I had done everything right, it was smelling great, got past the challenging part. Then added the tapioca.

I turned off the fire. Then went back to taste it. Nice and smooth, tasting grea—except for the little tiny hard balls…of tapioca. They did not chew – it was like tough plastic.

I tried to melt them. No go.

I dumped this second try. It smelled so good. Tasted so good – just these pesky tapioca balls….

I had run out of the dark brown sugar. Frankly, I wasn’t so keen on it anyway – you need the realllllllly dark brown sugar for those that are butterscotch pah officionados. For new tasters, the fake brown sugar (white sugar with molasses put back in ) kind I had would be fine.

So I gave up.

Need cornstarch and real dark brown sugar.

When we looked outside – it was clear word was out.

Eight, count ’em eight! deer were enjoying the butterscotch pah.

How civilized.

I  learned in a social pscyhology class at university that if you’re in a group and you do something three times, the rest of the group will expect it ever after.

But apparently with butterscotch pah it is only two times.

The third day, I went out on the deck, and there were all the deer looking up at me with an expectant expression that read: “HEY! Where’s our butterscotch pah?”

c. GCYI

Harvest Dinner with the La Malfa’s

November 26th, 2011

We got there early. So we headed to the kitchen. Mama La Malfa was cooking away. Lots of rice, appetizers, chicken, beef, salad….Kitchen was crowded with her close friends and family, including Doug or Senator Doug as we call him.

We chatted away. As it got closer to the time for the guests to arrive, we headed to the barn which had been transformed into a veritable first class ballroom – or harvest diningroom.

We helped put up the silent auction items and tasted the food. As people came in, some did a double take, and asked, Are you really Chuck Yeager? They couldn’t believe they were meeting this almost mythic figure.

Country folk - the Senator & the General - Doug La Malfa & Chuck Yeager

A couple of speeches – by Senator La Malfa, and another by Jim Nielsen – good speaker, the Pledge of Allegiance, the National Anthem beautifully sung, an invocation, and we were sent to the buffet line.

The rice from the La Malfa farm was excellent. I’m not a big rice eater – but I did have seconds.

After everyone was seated and eating, Senator Doug got up and spoke a little. Very down home and untainted by politics. He introduced his hero, General Chuck Yeager.

Gen Yeager got up, gave a little of his history especially as related to the area. It was in Oroville that he met his first wife, Glennis. He was stationed at the army base there, went over to the USO office and asked the pretty young woman to set up a dance for his fellow airmen. She said incredulously, You want me to find 30 girls for a dance tonight with your buddies.

No, said CY. Only 29, because I’m taking you. He knew a good thing when he saw it.

For more re his early courting days with Glennis, read Yeager or go to www.chuckyeager.com

As he talked a little bit more about his history, he then brought everyone current:

I was just flying an F-16 a couple weeks ago. And you won’t believe it – I don’t believe it myself – I’m 88 years old!

I had gone to the back where the buffet table was for my seconds on the rice. I gave him a few thumbs up – which apparently did not go unnoticed by one of our good friends.

When General Yeager thanked Senator Doug for inviting us and thanked the crowd, they gave him a standing ovation. Outstanding.

I went out to where the dessert was and grabbed a couple cupcakes – cannoli cupcake and coconut cupcake. Delicious. I had jumped the gun but it was getting close to closing time and I sure didn’t want to miss out on dessert!

We chatted a little more with more kind people who wanted to get a photo with they’re hero and eventually headed out the door and drove on home.

Nice night. Actually met some good elected representatives.

c. GCYI

Thanksgiving

November 25th, 2011

I went to a soup kitchen in downtown LA to serve Thanksgiving dinner. It was a very cold year. The lines were wrapped around the block in a not very nice area. I started serving. They were impressed with my efficiency and kindness and quick turn over, so they started sending the more extreme mentally ill or disabled.

Yikes.

Could I cope? Would I mess up?

They were all happy to be eating or…dropping their food.

The rules were, you could have seconds but you’d have to leave and get in line again. Firsts were generous servings and looked deeeelicious. I had dinner plans but contemplated just eating where I was.

Rosie Grier came to help for awhile.

I had some empty seats and so they filled it with a very normal looking family. Two parents, a young boy and a young girl – all towheads and definitely related. I was considering bending the rules and getting them seconds without having to wait in line. This family had honor though. They were quietly putting much of their dinner onto one of the plastic plates to take with them for the next few days.

I wanted so much to try to help. I didn’t know how. I didn’t have a job for them. I didn’t have a house to open up to them. This family had gotten down on their luck. To get a job, you need an address. To have an address, you need a job. It could become a vicious circle.

I did what I actually could do and got them some more food for which they were soooo grateful and reluctantly accepted. I told them – it was a special rule (mine): the kids couldn’t stand outside.

Here was a family with dignity.

All I could think as they left: There but for the grace of God go I.

I wonder…I wonder where they are now.

c. GCYI

First Bird Hunt

November 25th, 2011

I had never been hunting – I was in England so this time is huntinG. Our family friends in England – the father, LM, asked if I’d like to go. Sure – often up for a new learning experience. He was taking his second son – his first son, R, did not like killing animals. R had no trouble eating them  though. R was pretty sure, he had known me most of my life by then, that I would not like it. And frankly, I think R hoped I wouldn’t, because he felt a unique kinship with me and that might go by the wayside if I enjoyed hunting.

As we drove to the hunt, LM abruptly stopped the car.  LM: J, get that bird.

We were picking up road kill. Ugh. Nothing wasted around here. They actually had fared okay – the bodies where the meat was, was intact. The heads….not so good.

LM left me with his second son, aged around 10, and the “guide”. It was a sort of club so there were around 10 or so in different blinds.

We waited. The guide was giving J instructions. I was listening. J had a child’s enthusiasm and energy. This was a sport that required steady, relaxed, caution, and stealth. The guide was very patient.

Quiet.

Then we heard the first group of ducks approaching.  There! We saw the first ducks flying over so beaut- bam!

Two were hit with one shot and dropped like rocks to the ground.

Wow. Um. OK. R was right. Can I go home now?

I remembered my manners: Great shot, though, LM.

I kept these thoughts to myself.

J missed every shot.

Bless him.

Several more ducks were shot and as dusk became night and no more ducks were flying; they stopped.

Now it was the dogs’ turn.

One dog brought a duck in it’s mouth. LM told his son: J, take the duck from the dog.

J was busily petting the duck saying, Nice duck, nice duck.

I thought: Doesn’t look good. Don’t think LM will succeed in interesting his second son, last chance, in hunting either.

The dog, thinking J was taking the duck, opened its mouth. The duck dropped onto its feet, looked around, squawked or quacked and ran (as much as a waddling duck can run) off.

The dog took after it.

Eventually the dog brought the duck back.

LM said: J take the duck from the dog’s mouth and ring its neck.

Oh boy.

J just couldn’t quite get it done right – couldn’t get the first instruction done even – his reluctance was clearly guiding him.

So LM took the duck from the dog’s mouth-

Just then one of the hunters somehow engaged me in conversation and somehow pointed me away from the action.

I was grateful. As we heard the first thwack against the tree, the hunter said, “Bet there’s a few producers you’d like to do that to!”

We laughed. It distracted me and lightened the moment enormously for me. I’ve often wondered whatever happened to that guy – what a great insight he had and great management of people and kindness.

Having gathered up all the ducks, we all got back in the vehicles we came and headed home.

R was waiting: Well?

Ohh, unbeknownst to me where life would take me 12 years later, I said: I can check that one off. Interesting, though.

R was quite self-satisfied with the I told you so look.

That evening, the cook made a delicious dish. Road kill.

c. GCYI

11/11/11 at 11am:General Chuck Yeager – Grand Marshall Sacramento Veterans’ Day Parade

November 11th, 2011

We met the plane at Nevada County Airport. John offered me the left seat of the 210 turbo plane. OK, not because I can just jump in a left seat and fly – he’s an instructor pilot and can. A pretty darn good instructor pilot.

I did as he said, slowly increased power and rotated at 55-60 kts. Pretty smooth. Woo hoo.

We headed to Sac Executive. And he guided me re approach and even landing. We had quite a sink rate so added a little power. He helped a little bit, o.k. a lot, more the last 5 seconds and we did a kiss the ground landing. Wowser.

We taxied in and met Jim, who was going to drive us in the parade, and his wife Dawn. They had brought coffee and breakfast muffins, breads, scones so we liked them very much right away. Seriously – nice folks.

So we got in the Cadillac – General Yeager, Jim, John, and I. Dawn was off to SF. For now, the top was up.

Your chariot awaits, General!

We headed on surface streets to the Crocker Museum, the staging ground for the parade. Gen Yeager commented on how great the clutch was. Jim has about 8 antique Cadillacs and about the same number of other antique cars.

Kinda fun.

We got to the park outside the Crocker and met our contact: Vincene, an extraordinary woman, very energetic, very giving, bright, funny.

We helped Jim open the convertible top. Everything is manual – cars didn’t start having power gears, steering, windows until after the war. My father used to have a 1949 Cadillac convertible – very stylish – all power – windows, convertible top, steering, gears.

Classy people with Classy Car

Jim had the foresight to bring a blanket for our legs. Jim drove, John rode shotgun – watching out for us. Very cool. I think he enjoyed riding in the car with us, too. Before we got in, we took a few photos with Victorian homes in the background. Nice.

Jim had gotten a flag with one star on it – and draped it with a few flags on the front. One of Vincene’s volunteers put signs on the car – General Chuck Yeager, Grand Marshall. We were dressed and ready.

Lots of people came up to the car to get a photo with General Yeager. Or to shake his hand. Lots of parents brought their kids. Lots of veterans came out.

The guys from the Aerospace Museum said hello from Roxanne, who heads it, and mentioned they were having a Veterans Day celebration there – free hot dogs. So I turned to John – hmmm. Free hot dogs. He smiled, in on the joke, and said yes, sounds good – we could hop over there in the plane…Free.

Of course, the cost of fuel, it would have been a $100 hot dog! But free – ha ha.

We drove down Capitol Mall. People were waving hands or flags and calling out: Thank you, General Yeager!

It was so heartwarming. I waved at people and was able to look into almost everyone’s eyes. Anyone who seemed to be a veteran, I thanked. Those who weren’t I thanked for coming out. And waved to them all. Some were so thrilled – kids, adults, all.

After we got to the end of the Mall, we drove on a back road to the stage and watched the rest of the parade – bands, corvettes, an airplane from the Aerospace Museum of California, an army vehicle, a Boy Scout troop, a Cub Scout troop – those little kids were “too cool” to smile back at me – funny!

We met Congresswoman Doris Matsui. What a powerhouse! Bright, well-spoken. Then we met several of the local Tuskegee Airmen. They were thrilled to meet General Yeager.

I asked if they wanted some coffee. As we weren’t close to a restroom, some opted out. Vincene had had a station set up for the VIPs for coffee. I got the coffee for the two who wanted it – handed it off to a volunteer to give the Congresswoman and the Tuskegee Airman – and did a recce. When I came back, I grabbed some fruit from the VIP stand. Someone said, “Those are for VIPs.” I didn’t pay attention. The woman repeated it. I suddenly realized she was talking to me and looked up.

I smiled: “I’m Mrs. Yeager-“

Oh. She apologized, said, “You’re fine,” and tried to explain. I said: “You’re doing a great job! Thanks! I would have done the same.”

Now she was smiling in wonder.

I went back to the stage, informed Gen Yeager of the restrooms nearby – so he decided the coffee would be fine and would warm him up.

We chatted with people on the street. One of the volunteers had not eaten yet at all that day so I pulled out one of the cakes from the back of the Cadillac. He was most appreciative – but saved some for later.

I went back to the stage – & suggested they get started before the crowd dissipated. I gave up my seat to Congresswoman Matsui so she could sit next to Gen Yeager.

Dana Howard, a former local newscaster, introduced Yvette Gauff who sang the Star Spangled Banner. Outstanding.

I helped one of the Tuskegee Airman to his feet.

Congresswoman Doris Matsui gave an inspiring talk thanking Veterans. She then said, “I have the great honor of introducing General Chuck Yeager.”

They gave a warm hug and General Yeager took the podium. He gave a brief review of his history and then said, “I am honored to represent veterans today as the Grand Marshall of the Sacramento Veterans Day Parade. Thank you!”

He shared the attention on him and made the day about Veterans. It was beautiful and most appreciated by the veterans and the Tuskegee Airman present.

Several other speakers: one Army, one Navy – both of whom had fought in Iraq and Afghanistan. One said it was interesting to be bombed on New Year’s Eve.

Dana clarified – he meant literally!

I had gone around to the audience and took a few photos. I watched one fellow who had a baby on his back. That kid was hilarious. He was paying close attention to the speeches, then to his Dad’s hair. Then he put his head in his hands with an agonized look like the speaker really made a gaffe.

Assemblymember Roger Dickinson talked about how we should thank the veterans not just today but every day – we are able to have free speech because of these veterans.

Assemblymember Dr. Richard Pan, pediatrician, also spoke eloquently about how much we all appreciate veterans and how we owe them so much!

One of the Tuskegee Airmen told me they needed help to get back to their cars or they could get a taxi. I said I’d handle it – and found Vincene. She said: “Already done.”

Me: I knew that! And smiled.

Vincene pointed: See that bus?

Me: Got it.

I returned to the stage and reassured the Airmen.

The program ended with Yvette singing “God Bless the USA”. First though, she talked about how much she appreciates veterans and how she hoped she got through the song without tearing up which she usually does.

Halfway through, she invited us to sing along. I kept tearing up the whole day including during the song, as I was singing. :-)

After this, we said hello and goodbye to everyone on the stage. One of the Tuskegee Airmen told me he flew the P-51. When I said, “Of course! Very cool!”, he replied – “Not like your husband though!” We both smiled.

General Yeager stayed and took photos with all the veterans who wanted. Vincene helped us – the tall guy with the kid on his back and 2 daughters came up. Jason, Jo-jo, and he said the names of the girls – Nyla, and can’t remember – but it was cool.

As they surrounded General Yeager for the photo, Gen Yeager said to the first daughter: Look at that hair!

Then the second one came – she had two pigtails – even more wild hair. It was super.

Vincene took Jason’s camera to take the photo and said to him: “Three kids? Stop!” It was hilarious.

Jason laughed – very attractive family. I told him about Young Eagles – youngeagles.org – for his kids.

Then the next family came up – they had 10 kids. Vincene took the camera and said: “STOP!”

After the photo, General Yeager pulled the father and mother aside and said: You know what is causing that, right?” (meaning kids). We all laughed.

Several more photos with more people and groups, and we were finished, just as the rain was threatening. John had checked the aviation weather and had suggested to Jim he put the roof on the convertible just in time. A few drops of rain were starting as we got in the now covered car.

John and Jim talked about the people they headed off – ones who looked a little bit like “stalker” material.

We decided we were hungry – I had seen some interesting restaurants on our way from the airport. Jim suggested a few places. First one was closed. Second one – pizza – was open and good.

Some people listened in to our conversation and thanked Gen Yeager for his service. We watched a little kid (under 16 mos for sure) dancing to the music. First with his arms – then he decided he needed a little leg action so he bounced to the music. Dancing With The Stars is probably next. Ha ha.

Jim drove us to the airport. John put me in the left seat again and after we took the active, gave me the controls.

I forgot what the rotate speed was so the airplane rotated on its own. I thought it might be early – it wasn’t & John was ready and guided me. For some reason I had 100 in my head. Not even close.

So John gave me climb speed, altitudes, direction. I followed his guidance.

We got on upwind for 7, crosswind, downwind, base, final…had to add power – downdrafts and heavy nose….pointed nose at the numbers, kept pointing, then flared and floated. John helped thank goodness and we got down with another kissing the ground. Super!

I had to get us back from the left side to the center line. Which I did without problem.

As we cleared the runway, John took the controls, taxied in, parked, and shut down the plane.

We exited, gave John a signed photo and a big thank you. It was a fun day had by all.

c. PMN III

Chuck Yeager Talk at The Pacific Aviation Museum

November 5th, 2011

What an evening!

The Pacific Aviation Museum (http://www.pacificaviationmuseum.org/) sold out for Gen Yeager’s (GCY) talk. The crowd was eclectic – kids to seniors.

It was also an FAA Safety talk so at least 100 people enrolled in the FAAST system – (great continuing education for pilots and anyone interested in aviation) attended. Civil Air Patrol members, National Guard members, Coast Guard, general public, veterans. The youngest I met was 8, in 3rd grade.

We had planned to go to our friend’s hangar for a little nosh before the event but traffic precluded that. And General Yeager does not like to be late if he can help it – “Hawaiian time” doesn’t compute. He just doesn’t want to ever miss his tanker – a euphemism for when he would need to refuel in the air – if you’re late, the tanker isn’t there and you’re toast – or fuel-less.

Also when General Boyd said meet at 6am, he meant wheels up in the air after take-off, so you’d best be getting there at 5am or earlier.

When I first met GCY, he’d say, we’re leaving at 8am. At 7:30am, he’d be telling me I’m late. Huh? I’d be walking out the door at 8am. It only took me a couple of times to hear “7:30” when he said 8. I did try a couple of times – now do you mean walking out the door at 8 or 7:30am? If he said 7:30 then he’d be pacing at 7am. So I tried to say a half hour later 8:30am….and be ready at 8. But that didn’t quite work for me…

It’s okay – we’ve worked it out…;-)

But I digress.

So we met some guests, put them in our car, and got to the museum around 5:30pm, ate some supermarket sushi we had brought.

Scott, FAA, came in to welcome General Yeager and me. We thanked him for such a good job getting the word out to the FAA Safety pilots.

Ken & Tanya – he’s the Exec Director of the Museum, welcomed us again. Ken DeHoff is a war veteran pilot as well.

Admiral Hays and his wife also welcomed us. We had just seen them in Nevada at a friend’s ranch a couple months before. In fact, GCY had taken him flying. Admiral Hays is quite the war hero himself. He has received many medals – including the a few Distinguished Flying Crosses, a few Silver Stars.

The Hays are an elegant, kind , well-spoken couple. Every now and again, one can glimpse the Admiral in him – he hasn’t completely retired.

At about 6pm, I guess we should have checked the line to get in – but we checked the audience – fairly full – and had promised to start on time. So we did.

Admiral Hays introduced GCY. Two of our friends were looking for a seat in the back when I waved them to the front. They waved back. It became a comic routine, but they finally understood their seats were reserved in the front.

GCY introduced his DVD documentary. It played for about 20 seconds and as they dimmed the lights, the DVD player went off. Oops.

While the team was fixing it, Admiral Hays introduced me and I in turn introduced our guests, Dan and Frank (Hawaiian Eateries).

GCY decided to talk some more and of course as soon as he got back on stage, they got the DVD going again. Things happen. As Frank would say, a Champagne problem – meaning – it’s not a problem. To put a fine point on it: War is a problem. This was not.

The documentary played – very succinct select highlights of GCY’s life till 1997.

GCY got up and explained some of the events. Then waved me over to help with the Q&A.

The questions were good this time.

First one: What was the worst plane you flew?

Good one – we usually have – what’s your favorite which did come later.

Gen Yeager, in a room of Navy veterans, said without skipping a beat: There was this Navy plane…..

And we were off and running for quite a ride…

As someone in the audience and several emails since have said: Lots of informative stories, heartwarming stories, funny stories.

The whole program was probably about 2 hrs. We had planned to leave right afterwards (we had an early morning schedule the next day) while people were having poupous and drinks but…..we couldn’t.

While we didn’t do any autographs (takes far too much time & you can’t get all 600 people, and one sees many on ebay the next day so the purpose is lost), we did take photos and talk to many of the audience members. We stayed over an hour.

It was a special evening – everyone most appreciative that Gen Yeager would donate his time and energies for fundraising for historic Ford Island Field Control Tower at Pacific Aviation Museum Pearl Harbor. For more on this:

And everyone most appreciative to get photos with him as well.

Two gals involved in another book about Jackie Cochran were truly inspired by his answers to their questions about Jackie Cochran, quite a pilot in her day (happened to be female, too). She still holds some records and at one time held more records than any pilot male or female.

They took some photos with Gen Yeager – somehow takes longer when there are attractive females, we tease.

We headed out the back door – with a fine escort of our good friend and honorary Fighter Ace, Gen Cassiday, USAF (ret.) another very elegant man, Admiral Hays, and Ken DeHoff..

A very enjoyable evening for all!

c. PMN III

For more on Admiral Hays:

http://militarytimes.com/citations-medals-awards/recipient.php?recipientid=55061

For more on General Cassiday: http://www.af.mil/information/bios/bio.asp?bioID=4953

For more on completion of the rebuilding of the historic Ford Island Field Control Tower at Pacific Aviation Museum Pearl Harbor. For more on this:    http://www.pacificaviationmuseum.org/supportus/donate.html

Abilene, TX & Random Flying Advice from Chuck Yeager

September 19th, 2011

I’ve come to really love Abilene, TX. The people we see here are very friendly and kind. It’s a Christian community. What’s unique about them? They live what it seems the basics of Christianity teach: kindness, morality, tolerance, charity, hope.

We come here every year for the Celebrity Quail Hunt. General Yeager has come to all of them – 23 years worth. Doug English is a close second – he missed half of one. We were teasing him – this year we got here on Wednesday, a day early, just to make sure we stayed ahead of Doug.

Last year, I took a photo of him. He looked at me like What are you DOing? I had raised my hands up over my head with the camera in them. I wanted a photo of Doug from a level with his face – not looking up at him as he must have always gotten. He’s a tall ex-professional football player who has stayed in great shape, a proud father and husband. And he adores Gen Yeager so he’s okay in my book. :-)

It’s interesting, after seeing many of the people here for 10 years, you start to feel rather like a kind of “family”, all supporting Disability Resources, down syndrome folks.

I was talking with Von, also a former football player, and his wife.  Also an attractive couple. Von has just gotten his pilot’s license. I was imparting to him some of the bon mots or concepts I had learned from Gen Yeager.

General Yeager and I had gone flying when the “vis” – visability – was 4 miles. VFR, or visual flight rules, say you must have 3 miles visability so I was qualified for soloing that day. However, 4 miles is not much. It was due to all the smoke from the 1100 fires in California mostly from lightening strikes.

We weren’t very far out and couldn’t see the airport. Or very much. Can be rather disorienting…especially in the mountains where just snippets of pictures of the terrain don’t look familiar.

I was considering all this in the back seat, when Gen Yeager turned around and announced he was going to practice touch and go’s and I could practice approaches.

A few days later, it was 7 miles visibility. We were flying an hour west for lunch. I looked around and thought I’m comfortable with 7  miles visibility. Am I comfortable because Gen Yeager is flying or am I comfortable that I could fly in this by myself?

As I was trying to figure out why I was comfortable at 7 miles and not 4, General Yeager, as though reading my thoughts, announced: As soon as we don’t see the ground, we’re turning back.

OH! That’s why.

I realized a few things from that statement.

At all times, General Yeager knew where he would put down this plane in case of emergency.

If he couldn’t see the ground, he wouldn’t know where he could put it down in case of emergency. AND he wouldn’t know if we could land it anywhere or at our destination (no AWOS – vis reporting amongst other things at a destination). AND it would mean that the wind had changed, grown stronger, or something – which could close out all visibility due to the smoke.

I smiled. Got it.

Von very much appreciated my imparting this insight and looks forward to me remembering and sharing more. He’s eager to learn how to be safe – he is probably a good pilot. He’s starting IFR training – he said he intends to take his family, people who are very precious to him, flying – and so he wants to be as safe as possible – and so if they get into weather unintentionally, he’ll be able to handle it.

I had said I didn’t want to take the time away from Gen Yeager and that I love flying when the weather is clear – sightseeing, exploring. If it’s IFR conditions, I’ll sit in the back and read, thank you.

I agree with him re being able to handle it if you accidentally get into it – but I’m fairly certain that it’s not like squalls in the ocean that can come up suddenly. And I don’t see myself flying that far by myself – without a seasoned IFR pilot. I will take some refresher flying though – for your private license, you have to have 4 hours “under the hood” – flying IFR conditions. (Under the hood means putting on a hood to simulate IFR – not being able to see out.)

I could see why everyone I ask for advice re flying is so helpful – Von’s excitement as a new pilot is infectious.

Fly safe!

c. www.chuckyeager.com

Reno Air Races 2011

September 18th, 2011

General Yeager retired from active duty with the Air Force in 1975 at the age of 52. He continued as a consultant test pilot and continues to do so. He is 88. He does his best to stay in good health and still has a current medical for military flying.

If flying high performance aircraft, General Yeager always has a co-pilot or IP (military language for “instructor pilot”).

His last job on active duty was as Director of Safety. He does not race and does not like seeing P-51s, 68 year old aircraft, being stressed beyond their capabiliti­es. He does not like seeing one of his favorite planes auguring in.

He does not like seeing the P-51 modified. Especially without authorization or oversight. The P-51 helped turn the tide of World War II in the Allies favor. It helped establish air superiority during World War II. It did it’s job well. You can’t improve on that.

Racing these airplanes does not advance aviation. Nothing you can do in a P-51 hasn’t been done before including a smoking hole.

General Yeager and others HAD to fly close to the edge in World War II. It was war. Why would anyone do it who doesn’t have to?

And at the same time, when he sees an accident we have heard General Yeager graciously say, There but for the grace of God….

While all the information we have re the 2011 Reno Air Race accident is second-hand or more, this is a possibility of what may have happened. It is speculation since no one will ever really know what happened.

Questions: Why did the nose pitch up so quickly and extremely?

Why did it then nose over and head straight for the ground without pulling up?

Why did the pilot not jettison the canopy and jump out?

Did the pilot’s modifications cause structural failure?

Were they FAA approved?

Was the pilot wearing a G suit?

Perhaps:

The pilot had modified his P-51 to a shadow of its former self to try to make it lighter to get more speed to win the race. So it’s structure, one that did well during World War II, is compromised.

The pilot had to trim the airplane nose down – required for high speed. The trim tab on the horizontal stabilizer becomes overstressed and breaks off. (Had it been modified, too?)

This causes the plane’s nose to pitch up so fast that the plane goes straight up pulling probably 5 g’s. The pilot probably blacks out. The plane eventually stalls and heads straight down.

If the pilot regains consciousness, he is disoriented – no time to correct the situation and/or jettison the canopy and jump.

During the Reno Air Races, during this crash, General Yeager was visiting with members of the 449th Bomber Group from World War II for their reunion banquet.

That evening, the Oak Ridge Boys, a very patriotic group, showed up (a surprise) to honor these veterans, sang a great song, G.I. Joe and Lilly, a World War II love story; also one of service and sacrifice.

After dinner, General Yeager gave a talk honoring these veterans for whom he has all the respect in the world flying in those sitting ducks to bomb the enemy, doing their duty, protecting and serving their country.

In one bombing run during World War II, General Yeager saw 60 bombers shot down by flak – that’s 600 airmen. This group lost 25% of their men. Another 25% had been shot down but survived.

And these veterans were grateful to P-51 pilots like General Yeager, who protected the bombers. General Yeager’s 357th Fighter Group also suffered great losses while shooting down the most enemy aircraft, serving and protecting their country, doing their duty.

There but for the Grace of God…

c. www.chuckyeager.com

Special Friends – Family – Oak Ridge Boys

September 16th, 2011

What a super evening. We hadn’t seen our family – you know the ones you pick as opposed to the ones you’re born with – the Oak Ridge Boys, in quite a while so this was particularly fun.

We had tried to get to Nashville for their induction into the Grand Ol’ Opry but the timing was off for us. So the last time we saw them was during General Yeager’s birthday last February and the day after – Valentine’s Day.

We got to the casino in Sparks early and chatted over some food with Darrick. General Yeager told Darrick that he wanted to hear “It Takes a Little Rain”.

When we went backstage, we saw Joe first. Hugs. Joe said he got the word: The General would kick his bu–, if they didn’t sing his favorite song.

Joe introduced us to Kyle, who is in the Navy, and a special guest.

Next we saw Chris G., Chris N.. Jimmy, Rex, Jeff. Chris N was enjoying married life – still a newlywed – a home boy from Phili :-)

Then I went back to the Green Room. Duane gave me a warm welcome, then looked around – You here a-lo-…Where’s the General?

Just then the General came in. Next said hello to Richard. He’s so kind – he once explained to me that he doesn’t talk a lot before a concert – saving his voice.

And finally William Lee walked in. He was looking pretty trim after his 10 trip through Europe with his wife Brenda and son Solomon.

Joe alerted Duane that he has to sing It Takes A Little Rain or the General is going to kick Joe’s butt.

Duane looked at Chris N and teased you sing it this time and walked in the adjacent room. I started singing it, Chris joined in. Duane came back looked at me with surprise and said, Yeah, you can sing it.

I didn’t tell him that we play it over and over sometimes – in part so General Yeager can hear me sing it – it’s in my key so I actually sound pretty good singing along with Duane in the privacy of our car. :-)

Saw Donny – he had his earphones hanging down from his ears – they look a little freaky – being pink flesh colored. Then to make it more eerie, they moved from his neck to his ears seemingly of their own accord. In truth, Donny had pulled  them by string from his back. Hard to describe this visual.

“FIVE MINUTES”.

Gen Yeager returned backstage. Darrick introduced him & big cheers as General Yeager walked out onstage.

He started with: You might wonder what the hell….ahem…Pardon me. What a military guy might be doing here.

Joe Bonsall turned to me with delight at the “hell…ahem..Pardon me.”

Gen Yeager continued and described being one of 2 P-51s escorting a box of bombers for the 1st daylight raid on Berlin March 4, 1944. The weather was stinkin’ and the mission had been recalled but the 357th hadn’t gotten word. Only 2 of the P-51s found the box of bombers tho’; General Yeager being one of them.

He shot down his first enemy. Found he was going so fast, he almost overtook him, so he did an immelman and came in behind the enemy and shot him down. Problem was the pieces of the airplane almost hit Gen Y’s airplane. He learned not to shoot from directly behind – those flying pieces could have knocked him out of the sky.

On the way back, Gen Yeager’s guns were spent, so he told the other P-51 to make sure the bombers didn’t shoot him down – they could be trigger happy thinking he was an enemy aircraft before they looked carefully.

“In Myrtle Beach, the Oak Ridge Boys heard the 357th FG was having a reunion and invited us to come to their show. We asked who they were and do we have to buy the tickets. They said no, you’re coming as our guests. We enjoyed the concert. They’re really patriotic.

And we’ve been friends ever since. “

Let’s welcome the Oak Ridge Boys.

The Boys are Back. The Boys are Back.

Darrick took us to our seats in the audience. And we sure enjoyed the show.

Their new CD comes out Monday – sponsored by Cracker Barrel. So Joe said – please go to Cracker Barrel and order oats, dumplings, and lots of CDs. I thought Cracker Barrel made cheese?

The Oaks sang lots of songs we hadn’t heard before or in a long while.

And of course. It Takes a Little Rain.

Each time I hear Duane, I don’t think he, or anyone for that matter, could sing it any better, and then the next time he does! And then tonight, his voice was even more full, more passionate, more true and tonight was the best.

General Yeager saluted him.

William Lee sang a new one, and a fairly new one – both lovely. Bluebird is the name of one – Beautiful Bluebird. Chris Golden would like to do a video of Gen Yeager flying with William Lee singing this song.

Joe sang Sacrifice. Wowser. Now there’s a song I’d like many people I’ve encountered in the last few years to hear. There are too many people I have met that have no regard for what all these veterans of war including the attack on the world trade towers, some surviving, some dying, have done and the loss of their families. For these disinterested people. If they heard this song sung by Joe, and still didn’t get it, then it would be clear they had no soul to be touched by this song.

Richard sang full and strong.

The Shade was a fun song. Duane really was at play when he sang it. Fun!

It was a great concert. A little different because the audience was not the usual loud and vocal. So I got a solo when the Oaks put the microphone to the audience during Elvira: “Lips like cherry wine!”  Woo hoo!

Only took me a couple years to get it right :-)

When I was little my brother used to complain to my mother that I never got the words right to any song (as I sang to the radio in the car). My mother didn’t care – I don’t think she could decipher the words any better than I could.

I asked my brother to tell me the right words but he refused. So I gaily sang whatever I thought the words were to the annoyance of my brother. I think that may have added to my joy. Tee hee. Hey – I had asked him to tell me the words. At least he didn’t say I was off key :-)

I’m a music, not a words person at first gush. Probably cause in the 60’s, as I mentioned, I couldn’t understand what many were shouting or mumbling or….so I stuck to the music and enjoyed Broadway music whose lyrics were easier. But with the Oak Ridge Boys’ songs, I listen to the words and chair dance (the G rated kind) to the music. Several very inspiring songs.

A older friend of mine used to talk about a rap artist before he died. She’d say Two Pack of Coors. It took me awhile to win the game – she meant Tupac Shakur. So I guess this language comprehension afflicts many of us.

Anyway, even though the audience last night wasn’t loud and vocal, nonetheless, I could see they were thrilled and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. They had the house lights up a few times, so I’m sure the Oaks could see this too.

I also know this because a few stopped us on the way to the car – unable to speak for the first couple minutes, so thrilled to meet their hero whom they hadn’t expected when they bought tickets. They loved the concert. And they loved Chuck Yeager’s introduction.

A wonderful evening with our musical family.

c. PMN III LLC

Gen Yeager “Jumps” another airplane

August 26th, 2011

Just watched General Yeager “jump” another airplane taking off.  It was cool.

General Yeager, with an Admiral in the backseat, was circling above, waiting for our friend to get aloft. As our friend taxied out and started to roll – heading to our left, we couldn’t find General Yeager.

Our friend rotated; suddenly we hear an engine roar and General Yeager came screaming out of the sky from the right to catch up to our friend.

And jumped him.

Ha ha. What fun! They had briefed to do some formation flying. What fun to watch the master.

They flew off out of sight in formation and had a lot of fun.

I remember the time General Yeager with me in the backseat, was flying our friend’s P-51 on the wing of our friend in his T-28 and another P-51 in formation with us.

We hadn’t gotten 20 minutes out from the airport when the lead airplane, the T-28 starting spewing smoke.

T-28 declared emergency. We heard a pop and he was turning heading down for the fields. There were two perfectly good-looking fields for an emergency landing.

And a road. No wires.

We kept circling and watching over him.

Our friend landed beautifully on the road. But uh oh. There’s a truck moving on a crossroad and….stopped very close to the road our friend was landing/rolling out on.

Why doesn’t that guy back up? Surely he can see the airplane!

The T-28 missed the windshield by inches. And ultimately came to a stop. Our friend was okay too.

Both P-51s kept circling.

I imagined we were in World War II – and we were making sure the enemy didn’t pitchfork our friend to death as reportedly they had in some instances in World War II.

When we saw that he was okay and help was on the way and he radioed us to continue on and he’d meet us at our destination in another plane later that day, we continued on our course.

They never did find out what caused the rod to break and hit the engine. Can you imagine all the things that could go wrong, including throwing a rod that breaks the engine causing one to have to ditch a plane in enemy territory during war? That’s why General Yeager also always appreciated his crew chief and maintenance guys – they kept his plane running well – kept that aspect safe.

When I contemplated this, I just admire, thank, and respect our veterans over and over and over again.

c. PMN III