The Magical History Tour
Why are so many Golden Age airplanes traveling the country together this fall?
- By Mary Collins
- Air & Space magazine, September 2003
By 1927, airplanes were a national craze. At the original tour’s stop in Boston, crowds gathered for a closer look at the Ford 4-AT Tri-motor.
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Pemberton continues: “At the time an automobile could go about 35 mph while the planes could fly 110 or so. These planes were like space travel. And the designs were so amazing. Many of them could outperform a Cessna or other modern small airplanes.
“Even today it’s really fun to circle a small town and then land and see the cars pull up and the kids run over. I call them our unfranchised America trips—no Days Inn or McDonald’s. In an airplane you can avoid seeing modern America when you fly at 4,000 to 5,000 feet and then land in a field.”
Dave Allen, who will fly his 1930 Waco ASO in the tour, is “so grateful to relive the Golden Age of aviation. The more we share about it the happier we are.” He says he and his wife Jeanne are “just a couple out in the middle of nowhere in Colorado having a good time flying our Waco.”
For people like Herrick and other owners of Golden Age aircraft, the rides and the carefully restored Wacos, Stinsons, and Ryans are all about spreading the news. No one sells these airplanes on a whim or just for the money. The enthusiasts talk among themselves about each new discovery in some rancher’s field, and want to be sure no single collector corners the rare-bird market. When Herrick first started buying up lots of Golden Age airplanes in the 1990s, “there were some hard feelings initially,” says Pemberton. “But it turns out he’s a nice guy and he sends his planes to all sorts of small-time airshows, which is really decent of him. I’m a bottom feeder [in the collection business] and he talks with me.”
To be a member of the Golden Age collectors’ community, you have to share the airplanes, share the stories, and feel a strong emotional connection to the era the airplanes represent.
Near the end of my tour of Herrick’s collection, we pause in front of a beat-up 1928 Stinson Detroiter SM-1B with a jammed door and torn fabric. Of course, Herrick has to share the wounded relic’s story: “This airplane made the first diesel-powered flight. Look at the shoelaces around the fuel tank. That way when they had to replace the tank they could easily pull these off without tearing the wing apart.”
He bounds around to the tail and pokes his head inside a tear in the canvas. “Hey,” he shouts with alarm, “someone didn’t clean the grass in there, did they?”
The mechanic who helped us open the airplane’s door insists he hasn’t cleaned anything.“I liked it because it was from 1930. That was 1930 grass in there.”
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Greg Herrick, Addison Pemberton, Larry Tobin, their families and too many good friends to list are doing more for aviation history than any other group in history. They work quietly, spending money and time, until the day another rare airplane rolls out into the sunshine and the blue smoke from an engine-start puffs into the sky. Two generations of young men and women get a chance to see these aircraft fly again, and hear the rare engine bark. Yes, they take all the chances of an accident with terrible loss, but what they give us is priceless, and I thank them for it.
Posted by Bette Bach Fineman on September 12,2008 | 02:11 PM
I'd like to note that the Dick Blythe referred to in this article was not a reporter, he was an aviator and publicist. Richard Reginald Blythe was a Canadian WWI veteran aviator. In WWI he served in the Royal Flying Corps, the precursor of the RAF. Post-war he was a founding member of the Quiet Birdmen and ran a public relations firm in NYC with fellow Royal Flying Service veteran, Harry S. Bruno, an American volunteer. The firm represented the Wright Aeronautical Company and Charles Lindbergh before and after his historic Trans-Atlantic crossing.
It has been written that he bought the sandwiches Lindbergh brought with him as provisions for his crossing. He was dispatched to Europe by WAC to accompany Lindbergh home on the USS Memphis. It has been said he counselled Lindbergh to wear a business suit and not a uniform to his ceremony so as to appear an every-man that all Americans can relate to.
During the Second World War, he enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force and once again served his nation. He was a flight instructor under the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan, assigned to No.6 Service Training Flying School in Dunville, Ontario training pilots from across the British Commonwealth.
On May 1st, 1941 he was killed in an accident. His North American T-6 Texan/Harvard trainer suffered an in-flight engine fire forcing him to attempt to bail out. He did not survive. He laid down his life in the service of his nation and for the love flight.
RIP Sgt. Richard Reginald Blythe
Feb 8, 1898 - May 1, 1941
Lest We Forget
Posted by Jon Blythe on March 2,2012 | 06:23 AM