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« on: July 03, 2008, 06:27:29 PM »
As a wide-eyed youth I sundered up to a circle where the old guys were flying. It was a balmy beautiful summer Sunday morning. Beautiful airplanes all in a row the smell of Castor in the air. A slight breeze blew in from the west. Whittier Narrows was cool in the morning and warmed up in the afternoon.

As a kid living close to Whittier we rode our bikes there. It was a long ride but worth every bit of the trip. My friend and I were outsider’s we were just kids. We had watched a Father and son team flying; I had always wished it were my dad and I. It was Ralph DePalma and son. They were flying a Monochromatic Blue Nobler and a derivative of a Skylark, Could have been Cougars. My memory fades as it was forty years plus ago. Man could that kid fly.

Upon returning home I told my Dad about the adventure. To my surprise he said he use to do this hobby. It had been 6 months sense going to Whittier. After many attempts to construct a Gallows kit (which was not suited for CL. Anyway) my dad got me a T6 Wen Mac Trainer for the next Christmas. After opening the box and jumping with Joy. My uncle Jerry my Dad and I went to Orange wood grade school to try and fly it. Both of them got a turn at the stick and had crashed both times. It still was in good enough shape to fly a 3rd time. Some quick instructions and a lesson on how to hold my hand it was my turn. They both were too dizzy to help me but I knew I could do it. I don’t recall how many laps I made but I did a few and was stuck ever sense.

After Allen Shepard was shot into space the race was on. I had models of x-15s, Spitfires and P-40tys. I was stuck with the model bug.

By that time the summer of 69 came and went many trips to Whittier Narrows. Bugging the guys on how this was done. Hey Mister how did you do that? Why did you do that and a host of other questions that probably made no sense to anyone but me. I was a pest. I was put on detention for sanding a Cowl in homeroom in High School. I did not’t care anyway.

Many Trips to ED’S Covina Hobby on bikes (that was a big ride) I would spend all my money I made Painting house numbers on curbs. Then spend hours sanding.

The stories of encouragement.

While still in High school I was living in my bedroom doubling as my shop. Whip the sheets and dust would fly. I had run out of room,too many planes. My parents decided it was better for me as a teenager to build and fly than to smoke pot. So they moved out of their bedroom and let me move into the master bedroom so my shop was bigger.That lasted less than a year. I had out grown the room already. We had a two car garage that really looked good. So my dad cleaned it out and we built some benches. All the model stuff went outside to the garage. It was great. At the time MY mom and dad belonged to the Elks Lodge and would stay out till 2 am. No big deal to me. I was at home building. They always knew where to find me. I had gotten the neighborhood kids involved in building too. So at any given time there would be 2 to 5 guys and some girls sanding. My mom could not figure it out. I personally think it was the smell of the Dope. (If you get to meet my dad ask him about the guy living in the bushes)

The bush story

Frank Proser had run away from home to come and build airplanes. I didn't want him staying tin the garage but I could not turn a friend away. We had a large over growth around our garage so we cut a cave in the bushes. Cinder blocks on the ground and a 4X8 Sheet of Plywood. Instant house. The vent of the garage served as a way to run an extension cord out side. We had gotten him a mattress and TV he was good to go. My mom would ask why is that kid always here? I would say he loves building. The phone rang and the neighbor from across the street said to my dad he saw flickering in the bushes. My dad thinking it was a fire went to investigate. Peeking into the bushes he saw Frank watching TV. He asked whats going on? Frank said I live here. My dad came into the house and said to my mother that we have Squatters living in the front yard. Funny to this day. Fact is better than fiction. Just ask him. LOK


These are a few of my memories of my youth. I will add more as time allows. Lets hear yours?



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Re: Memories
« Reply #1 on: July 03, 2008, 07:15:32 PM »
Robert:
GOLDEN, thank you for sharing these memories.  The latest CLW has a very interesting (for me) article in it...
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« Reply #2 on: July 03, 2008, 10:04:48 PM »
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« Reply #3 on: July 03, 2008, 11:15:23 PM »
Man Robert! Are you sure we didn't live in the same neighborhood? I rode my bike to the King Orange a time or two in Miami. The kid in the bushes? Not too far fetched...The glue man! The glue..... n~
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Re: Memories
« Reply #4 on: July 04, 2008, 06:40:27 AM »
Both of these "memories have been on SSW and in AMA Museums Cloud 9, but never here"

                                                         Slack Lines

      Flying season officially opened in Beaver Falls with the spring break.  We used to get a spring holiday, one half day off from school for no good reason, sometime around the middle of March.  That day constituted the first day of flying season.  An all nighter would add the finishing touches to put the winter's project into flying form.

     One particular holiday found me with a brand new Sterling Ringmaster powered by a Fox 35.  This was the pinnacle of my modeling career to date.  The year before I'd graduated from half As using a Sterling ME 109 with a Veco 19.  The ME 109 was only 28" span, used a 2 oz. fuel tank, and flew on 52 foot lines.  What a toy!

     The Ringmaster had a 40" wingspan!  It would fly on 60 foot lines.  It was covered with silk, not silkspan.  It had my first set of AMA numbers on the wing. This plane was definitely a big deal.

     It also had a four oz. fuel tank.  You needed a tank that big with a .35 to get a nice long (5 minute) flight.  With a four oz tank though, you only would get 4 flights from a 16 oz can of fuel or only one flight from a 4 oz can of Testor's 39 glo-fuel (remember them?  The old lighter fluid sized cans).  I'd be using Fox Superfuel from now on (cause I had a Fox) and it did come in quart cans, although no one around Beaver Falls had ever seen one.  A 16 oz can cost 85 cents and a quart cost a buck forty nine.  It seemed dumb to buy pints, but that extra sixty four cents seemed awful hard to get.

     The day before the big day we checked out the flying field (the ball field behind the high school) and found it to be a sea of mud.  This could have been a problem except that in one of the recent Flying Models magazines, Fixit Wright, Tailskid, and Bunny had showed us how to make mud walkers.  These were plywood paddles which you strapped to your feet so you wouldn't slip and sink in the mud.  Grey Hayes and I made some that night.

     The big day arrived sunny, cold and windy.  Perfect.  We picked a takeoff spot.  The only spot without ruts and deep footprints put us on the upwind side of the circle, but what the heck, we could wait between gusts to take off.

     The Fox was started once we got enough batteries together.  We put my two paralleled #6 Evereadies in parallel with Grey's two and if the engine wasn't badly flooded, we could get it to fire.

     With the engine running I tried to run out to the handle.  It was near impossible to run in the mud walkers; you couldn't break the things loose from the mud and if you did, you couldn't stop without sliding.  I finally got to the handle, checked the controls, signaled Grey to let the Ringmaster go.

     It shot forward, then the inside wheel stuck in the mud turning the plane into the center of the circle.  About that time it took off.  I tried to run back to get the lines tight, but the mud walkers had me stuck.  My winter’s work and life savings flew past my head trailing a useless set of brand new incredibly expensive .018 flying lines.

     By some miracle the Ringmaster got to the other side of the circle without crashing.  I still had hold of the handle.  The plane came to the end of the lines with a snap that nearly pulled me off my feet.  Somehow the Testor's White tube cement held the bellcrank mount in the wings and the plane kept flying.  Once I calmed down the Ringmaster flew pretty nice.  I tried a loop and couldn't believe how tight it would turn.  The ME 109 flew nearly overhead to do a loop, but the Ringmaster didn't even get up 45 degrees.

     When the engine quit, the plane glided down nicely until it hit the mud and flipped over, breaking the needle valve.  What a day!  And what a good summer it would be with a plane like this!


                                       Fox 35 Needle Valves

     I had a really good time while I was modeling and while I can't come up with lots of famous names and contest stories, I bet some UC fliers can relate to my experiences with the Fox .35 needle valve.

     Between 1957 and 1961 we (Grey Hayes, Bill Moran, Eddie Staniek, sometimes Bernie Luger, and yours truly) graduated to big models with big engines.  This meant a Fox .35 (what is probably now a stunt .35 or a classic .35 or something; back then there was only one Fox .35) and a Sterling Ringmaster or F51, a PDQ Circus King, a J. Roberts Sabre, or something of similar ilk.  The common denominator was that the planes were all stuntable (would fly upside down and do inside and outside loops) and were all profile models.

     We all had mastered straight and level flight, wingovers, and inside loops.  We had been able to do the wingovers on 15 foot long lines in the intersection at 14th street and 2nd avenue in front of my house.  Serious stunting though, required longer lines and a big 40" wingspan model; thus the big profile models and the Fox .35s.  These would be flown on 60 foot lines down at Moultrup's field (the local little league baseball park).

     When a Fox .35 is mounted on a profile model, the exhaust points down at the landing gear.  The needle valve is normally positioned up at the sky; to put it on the exhaust side produces badly burned fingers as your hand must be under the exhaust to adjust it.

     During normal flying this position is no problem as one normally lands on the wheels.  While learning to fly upside down and do outside loops however, we very often would land (crash) upside down and this wipes out the top mounted needle valve.  Without a needle valve, the Fox .35 will not run.

     In 1989 this probably could not be considered a problem.  I don't think most RCers of today have ever broken a needle valve.  If they have, the whole plane was probably trashed and they didn't even notice the needle valve was broken.

     In 1957, especially in June when the summer vacation had hardly started, a broken Fox .35 needle valve was an immense problem.  We only had one hobby shop, McCue's, or Mac's as we called it.  Mac just didn't stock handfulls of Fox needle valves.  He had no way of knowing that 3 or 4 of us would all attempt inverted flight on the same afternoon and each require a new needle valve the next day.

     We thus learned to share needle valves.  While we shared we of course tried to invent alternate solutions.  One of the Perfect mounting bolts fit the spraybar, but we never seemed to be able to get it filed just right to provide smooth adjustment.  A handy hint of the day (Fixit Wright's??) said to file a weak spot in the upper part of the needle valve so it would break there instead of down at the spraybar.  This kind of worked, but the soldered repair had a way of disappearing in flight; we 14 year olds weren't NASA solderers.  Perfect also made a coil spring needle valve extension, but it tended to wrap up and let go, thus preventing fine adjustment (the proper setting was always + or - one click for where you were).  You didn't dare let it stick straight up, it would vibrate right into the prop.

     One way or another, we all did learn to fly upside down and do outside loops.  Those of us that stuck with it built full fuselage models and didn't have to worry as often about breaking needle valves.

     Sometimes now when I think I have a problem, I think back to when it was June and there wasn't a Fox .35 needle valve in Beaver Falls and then I realize I don't really have a problem after all.


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Re: Memories
« Reply #5 on: July 04, 2008, 08:57:10 AM »
It was 1956 and I had been building Comet rubber powered and others like that for 8 years but now I had saved up enough ($5.49) for a Cox Thinmbledrome Space Bug Jr. .049.  (The name took up more space than the engine!!!)  I had it in a Scientific (I think) carved and hollowed fuselage Stinson and was ready for the big time!
My cousin Glen and I cleared the corn stubble off a place for take off and worked like crazy to start the beast.  After six or seven lifetimes it finally fired and stayed running. what a scream!  I ran pell-mell to the handle and motioned for him to release it but he kept shaking his head and trying to tell me something but I persisited and he finally let go of the thing.  It nearly got him as it propelled backwards at him!  No one ever told me those things would run backwards!
I later burned a lot of 1/2 A fuel through that little thing before my first "big" engine, an O&R 23.  (Glow)
A much older friend discovered my interest and that's what he had, so it had to be the biggest and best, right?  Max helped me get my feet on solid ground as far as basic flight and, like Robert, it's been models ever since.  Great and wonderful friends, great and wonderful times, and oh-so-much fun!
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« Reply #6 on: July 04, 2008, 10:10:56 AM »
WOW! What wonderful experiences you guys are sharing.

I still file the needle on a Fox .35, but I forgot it came from "Fixit Wright" in FM. I remember the "mud walkers". I think Tailskid had some problem with his.

My first engine powered model was a Scientific Little Bipe with an OK Cub on it. I traded my Daisy "Defender" BB gun for it. I never flew that model because the OK Cub (.049) had a metal tank that would not run long enough. I was probably running it too rich. For nostalgia's sake, I have two Little Bipes now. One has a Babe Bee, the other a Spitzy .045.

Like Will, my first NEW engine was a Space Bug Jr. I built a Scientific Little Devil for it. For those not familiar with early Cox engines, you had to drill a hole for the rear intake. You also had to position it so the intake and mounting bolts would accommodate the firewall mounted landing gear in Scientific models. That one flew.

When my modeling stuff outgrew my bedroom, I moved some of it to the attic. It was an old house with a large attic that had a room in the front. Several friends and I were often hanging out there, building away.

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« Reply #7 on: July 04, 2008, 12:00:16 PM »
Both of these "memories have been on SSW and in AMA Museums Cloud 9, but never here"

What do you mean? I have never posted them anywhere but here?
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« Reply #8 on: July 04, 2008, 12:28:20 PM »
What do you mean? I have never posted them anywhere but here?

  I believe Bill was talking about his memories Robert, not yours. At least thats the way I read it

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« Reply #9 on: July 04, 2008, 12:38:52 PM »
  I believe Bill was talking about his memories Robert, not yours. At least tyhats the way I read it

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« Reply #10 on: July 04, 2008, 01:05:10 PM »
After a few excursions with a Wen Mac .049 in a Bonaza, we moved to the area I live in now.  We first moved into a rental near the ball field.  On the first full weekend we were there (July) I heard a model airplane!  I hopped n the bike and rode to the field.  Two biys and their Dad were there, all flying *large*, balsa wood models.  The Dad had a Goldberg Cosmic Wind w/RH 35, the oldest son, a GB Shoestring w/OS MAX 35III, and the youngest had a Scientific Sure thing w/RH 19.  Dude! Was I hooked.  The Dad, Winky Chatfield, taught me how to really fly.  I used the sure thing of Bobby's until I could build my own Shoestring.  The oldest son, Billy, became my best friend, and we still see each other often, even though he has moved away.  My Shoestring got the *mixed* Chartreuse called out on the Goldberg plans, and I had a brand new McCoy RH .19.  Another story for another time.

Needless to say, Billy, Bobby, and their Dad, Winky, got me involved in one of the greatest hobbies possible, and 45 years later, I am still going! ;D

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« Reply #11 on: July 04, 2008, 02:27:07 PM »
  Ah, yes the middle 50's we ( Buzz, Charles and I) would go up to the High School we all attended late in the evening and turn on the football stadium lights and fly our Ringmasters Yak 9's Mustangs Flight Streaks all with Fox 35's and fly until the football coach ran us off. ( He lived about 3-4 blocks away)  Then next week all over again.! Those were some good ole days...
  Fuel was .88 cents per Quart with tax!  We had a Ball... 2.95 for Ringmaster or 1.95 for a PDQ Clown, built through the week  and flown on the weekend...
  Mowed lawns for 1.25 each.. Ah, yes the good ole days...
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« Reply #12 on: July 05, 2008, 08:42:40 AM »
I think I have related this before, but, Sparky stated memories.  I got a brand new in the box Cox Thimble Drome Space Bug .049 engine for Christmas from my oldest brother.  All three brothers were there and we couldn't hardly wait until after dinner to mount it and start it.  My brothers were a bit older than me and had played with planes, boats and cars, all gas powered.  It was when I went into White Church Hardware Store that I seen the Fire Baby ARF for .049 engines.  What did I know, I bought the kit with the money I earned doing odd jobs for people.  Once I got the Space Bug mounted and the plane ready to fly it was wait for my brothers so that I could show them what I had done.  The day came and on 15 foot of line, that was all I had room for in the back yard, I flew the plane.  I got so dizzy after about 9 laps I fell over and crashed.  My brothers were laughing so hard and I was so upset that I had destroyed the Fire Baby.  Sure it was nose heavy, but, what did I know.  They gave me a couple of dollars which was big money at that time for another plane.  That plane was a Scientific Sport Racer.  I built the plane and flew the dickens out of it.

Then in 55 I worked all summer and save my money.  Only thing I could do as I worked from before sun up til sun down at a riding stables.  After buying my stuff for school(clothes, shoes and books) I had enough to go to Charleys Hobby Shop.  There it was, a Guillows Rat Racer that was all solid wood construction.  I bought it and an engine that I have been told didn't exist at that time to move into big time modeling.  Besides my brothers and two guys I used to go to school with at Welburn Grade School were the only ones I knew that played with control line models.  My brother Howard and I learned about the City Park flying circle from Charley Wilson.  So we went down there with all the family and got ready to fly.  Had trouble getting the engine to start as it was still fairly new when a gentleman asked if he could help.  Within a couple of flips it was running.  I asked him to fly it for me the first time.  It made about 15 laps on 2 ounces of fuel.  Then he helped me take off on the second flight and talked to me while I was flying this plane that pulled so much harder than a little 1/2A.  Mr. Brooks finally told me his name and I gave him mine, then introduced the rest of the family.  After that day we moved to southern Missouri and I lost contact with him, this was in 56 after my first contest.  I have been competing off and on ever since.   Even on the farm I would get out in the barn yard and fly.  Had to shut gate to keep the cows out as they are very nosey animals when you are trying to do something. 

I have so many memories of planes, people and places that I don't think there is room enough on this board for all of them.  Thanks Robert for this forum.  DOC Holliday
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« Reply #13 on: July 06, 2008, 03:01:13 AM »
I know this may not be as dramatic as most other stories , but I remember growing up in the early 60s with my oldest brother and my cousins flying his TD3 and others in my grandparents pasture in DeQuincy La.

 Later, the boom hit my neighborhood and everyone was flying CL on the 3 ajacent blocks to where I lived in Westlake La.There were more people flying than most clubs ever had! It was unbelievabe by todays standards!

 My nextdoor neighbor, Harry Self, was apparently a heavy (disconnected) competitor that also worked with my Dad at the refinery.He had a Palmer Thunderbird, and some Giant 60 size pattern ship he flew on 70' lines on a U-Reely handle!We were all surprised by his command of the plane in flying the then pattern.We had no idea that there was a stunt pattern per say at that point in time. This guy was so quiet and layed back, we didn't even know he knew what a model plane was..Our little minds were BLOWN! ( It still blows my mind why he was so disconnected!)

Control line was alive and well for at least 15 years that I can remember, and was a great time and is an unforgetable part of my life.Everyone was flying that I went to school with and was as common as gameboys and xboxes are today.We were flying 1/2A in everyones backyards! it amazes me how kids today couldnt give a rat's a** about such a great pastime!

Later, we had the NATS in Lake Charles, and some how CL died there for us there...

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« Reply #14 on: July 07, 2008, 01:52:52 PM »
****I guess I'll share a bit.  During the 50's an uncle of mine,  John Brown, from the Philly area used to come down to Erie to visit a couple times a year.  He was a stunt flyer then and always brought planes with him and I got to do the launching.  About 59' he was flying in East Springfield, Pa with me as assistant when he drifted a bit eastward and clipped the outboard wing off of a papoose.  I ended up with one of those "if you fix it you can have it" deals along with a tired McCoy .19.  I pretty much made a career out of fixing that plane for the next two or three years until I could afford a Ringmaster kit.

       I don't know if anyone would remember John,  he participated in a lot of stunt events in the 50's and 60's
and I believe served as a judge at Willow Grove.  He still comes out to the flying but due to getting too dizzy
has given up the handle.   He mostly built modifyed Barnstormers and T-birds for competition.    When we talk
flying I have always told John that this is an example of how important small details are.  If he had drifted any other direction that day I might have ended up into model boats, cars or even (ugh) RC,

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