Flight log 1975

Me on a plane in 1975. On an Eastern Airliner on my way to Disney World from Boston. I am in awe that something so large can liftoff. I am old enough to be a little frightened but mostly I am fascinated by my surroundings. A tray that folds down out of a seat. The little light above me says fasten seat belts and no smoking. Once we are parallel with the ground, the light goes out, and I hear a familiar strike of matches, click of lighters. Then the collective exhale of happiness. Next I notice curls of smoke traveling from around a blue curtain as if the front cabin is on fire. As the smoke pours into my lungs, I continue to read my book, A Wrinkle In Time.

Me on a plane last week. Celebratory trip to the Northwest. I am in awe that

Airy Cabin

Airy Cabin (Photo credit: caribb)

something so large can liftoff. I am old enough to not care if this is it, but a little frightened I may have left the coffee pot on. I quickly notice this is a new plane. The lights above my head say fasten seatbelts and turn off all electronics. When we are at cruising altitude, the light goes out and I hear thousands of small electronic devices sing their way to life. I also hear a collective sigh from passengers who are all back to normal in front of tiny screens. I go back to reading my old fashioned book, Empire of The Summer Moon.

The more things change….well you know.
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4 Responses to Flight log 1975

  1. JoAnn says:

    Thankfully the smoking on planes has changed! Did you happen to see any snakes?

  2. Sally Sally says:

    JoJo, will keep a lookout for snakes on return trip!

  3. joan chandler says:

    Me on a plane in 1988. My husband and I invited our friend Anna to fly with us to Florida to see my sister and visit Disney World. Anna, unfortunately, was apt to be motion-sick, and to make matters worse, she was coming down with the flu.
    After the “No Smoking” light went out, accompanied by its little “Ding”, one of the flight attendants walked back to our area in the rear of the plane, sat beside a green Anna, and lit up a cigarette.
    By the time we disembarked in Orlando, poor Anna was barely coherent. We arrived at our motel, where we were informed the room would be ready “shortly”. Rod pulled the receptionist aside and said, “I hate to be pushy, but this woman is about to throw up!” The room was readied immediately. Anna disappeared into her room, and we didn’t hear from her until the next day. It was the coldest spring there in years, and I have a photo of Anna and me, wearing winter parkas, my cheeks red, hers green, as we leaned on the motel’s balcony rail.
    We added to Anna’s discomfort the next day, with a delightful visit to Epcot Center. Our first – and last – stop there was a simulated flight into outer space. As my stomach tossed and turned and I squealed with pleasure, Anna covered her eyes with both hands and missed the entire flight.
    Our week in Florida ended, with Anna feeling only slightly healthier. That disappeared fast, as we sped northward along the coast. Rod and I merrily peered out the windows at the distant city lights, as we devoured steak and potatoes. Anna couldn’t eat, couldn’t bear to look out the window.
    We arrived home late at night and drove Anna to her house. She got out of the car without purse, luggage, and souvenirs, ran into the house, was sick, and went to bed for two days.
    It’s amazing that Anna now looks back on that trip as a joyous time. But everytime I see a movie or commercial on t.v. that features a little “No Smoking” bell, I’m back on that plane, with a stewardess puffing away beside me.

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