Airplanes and Memories
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Weather: A cloudy, rain-threatening topless Red Therapy day.
AIRPLANES and MEMORIES
Aviation is a huge part of our lives. When we lived in England we managed to get to every aviation display and museum. We counted ourselves among the first supporters of Boeing's Museum of Flight here in Seattle, and though we are no longer members, the DH and I went to the Museum today for their annual Memorial Day program.
Though I don't have my new digital camera up and running yet, groan, I did take some pictures with my camera phone that yells, "Say Cheese" every time I click the shutter button. Groan, again. Only three of them were worth saving and if I can figure out how to post them here, I'll so do. As you can imagine after all those visits to airplane museums and air shows, I've got a bunch of photos, and why I keep taking them . . .I don't know. There's just something wonderfully inspiring about airplanes and huge horsepower that I think I can capture for the future with my camera. The engines on stands or hanging off a wing are as thrilling to me as the airframes, sometimes more so.
Waiting for the program to start, we toured the exhibits and made our way to the adjacent display area where Air Force One, a Concorde, the first 747 and a 727 are parked. We'd been aboard a Concorde at British Airways, so passed on that line opportunity. We did tour through Air Force One last used by Richard Nixon. When we got to the top of the stairs, I dared the DH to turn around, hold his hands up with the V sign and give that stiff swipe of a wave as if wiping away a career that splatted on a windshield like a swarm of bugs. He wouldn't, and if I were my sister I'd have offered him all kinds of money to do something publicly outrageous for my entertainment.
The Boeing Employees Concert Band played a program of martial music, then three retired military men read the 108 names of Washington state military personnel killed in Afghanistan and Iraq since September 11, which was terrifically sad. Three fighter aces of World War II gave short addresses, the last one of whom opened his talk with, "You can always tell a fighter ace, but you can't tell him much." The three reminded the audience to remember the sacrifices of those who served our country in time of war.
I wonder if instead of throwing our children away on the today's foreign conflict of the moment, if we wouldn't be better served by focusing on this from the second verse of America the Beautiful:
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
MMMMMMMMMmmelinda
Weather: A cloudy, rain-threatening topless Red Therapy day.
AIRPLANES and MEMORIES
Aviation is a huge part of our lives. When we lived in England we managed to get to every aviation display and museum. We counted ourselves among the first supporters of Boeing's Museum of Flight here in Seattle, and though we are no longer members, the DH and I went to the Museum today for their annual Memorial Day program.
Though I don't have my new digital camera up and running yet, groan, I did take some pictures with my camera phone that yells, "Say Cheese" every time I click the shutter button. Groan, again. Only three of them were worth saving and if I can figure out how to post them here, I'll so do. As you can imagine after all those visits to airplane museums and air shows, I've got a bunch of photos, and why I keep taking them . . .I don't know. There's just something wonderfully inspiring about airplanes and huge horsepower that I think I can capture for the future with my camera. The engines on stands or hanging off a wing are as thrilling to me as the airframes, sometimes more so.
Waiting for the program to start, we toured the exhibits and made our way to the adjacent display area where Air Force One, a Concorde, the first 747 and a 727 are parked. We'd been aboard a Concorde at British Airways, so passed on that line opportunity. We did tour through Air Force One last used by Richard Nixon. When we got to the top of the stairs, I dared the DH to turn around, hold his hands up with the V sign and give that stiff swipe of a wave as if wiping away a career that splatted on a windshield like a swarm of bugs. He wouldn't, and if I were my sister I'd have offered him all kinds of money to do something publicly outrageous for my entertainment.
The Boeing Employees Concert Band played a program of martial music, then three retired military men read the 108 names of Washington state military personnel killed in Afghanistan and Iraq since September 11, which was terrifically sad. Three fighter aces of World War II gave short addresses, the last one of whom opened his talk with, "You can always tell a fighter ace, but you can't tell him much." The three reminded the audience to remember the sacrifices of those who served our country in time of war.
I wonder if instead of throwing our children away on the today's foreign conflict of the moment, if we wouldn't be better served by focusing on this from the second verse of America the Beautiful:
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
MMMMMMMMMmmelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 3:41 PM
