Hi Everyone! We hope you had a wonderful holiday season! We are back in full force for a fun and exciting 2013. To begin, we have some exciting news about one of our chapter members! Our Co-President, Kelly Hoffman, has been awarded the 2012 Tyler Orsow “Flying for Fun” Scholarship to receive 10 hours of tailwheel training generously donated by the EAA Mother Lode Chapter in Calaveras and Springfield Flying Services in Columbia. An accomplished aviator, Kelly is currently a Single Engine Land and Sea pilot with her instrument rating. We look forward to seeing what she’ll do next! Congratulations Kelly!
The scholarship is in honor of another esteemed Bay Area pilot, Tyler Orsow. Tyler’s aviation career began at the early age of 14 when he soloed in a glider. On his sixteenth birthday he soloed in several aircraft including his first built powered airplane. On his following birthday, he received his pilot’s license. He continued on to receive his glider license, CFI, MEI and A&P certificates. Tyler was an MES instructor for Sierra Seaplanes, worked at the USAF Test Pilot School at Edwards Air force Base and also ferried a myriad of vintage and experimental aircraft cross-country for new owners. Many of us also remember him from Bud Field Aviation in Hayward where he managed the beautiful aircraft in that renowned hangar. The story of this amazing pilot comes to a tragic end when ferrying a Grumman Goose from overseas, Tyler,along with his mentor Chuck Kimes, Landon Studer, and Joshua Hucklebridge died in a plane crash shortly after take-off. The aviation community will deeply miss these individuals.
In remembrance of the aviators before us:
Back to blue where I belong,
Whistling wind through cockpit seams
Clears my mind for unborn dreams.Sunrays strike her gleaming skin,
The ship glides smooth, as now I trim,
A flat world left begins to round,
My engine’s drone the only sound.Clouds reach out to mist my wings,
Oh! how much I’ve missed these things,
Long I’ve waited, far below,
A wanderer lost, nowhere to go.
But here the sky becomes my friend,
Inside my heart begins to mend,
A sagging spirit spring to life,
Far above the vexing strife.
A touch of toe, a turn of hand,
She dips her wing on my command,
No questions does she ask of me,
As if she knows we’re finally free.
Ahead the towering billows rise,
An airborn skyline dwarfs my size,
White cathedrals row on row,
Ramparts washed in golden glow.
Below the world lies bright and new,
I wish that all could have my view,
To see a landscape trimmed by sea
In all it’s beauty , given free.
No cluttered highways bar my way,
No signs are posted, lest I stray,
My road is endless, paved in blue,
Its path is known to oh so few.
No street lamps stand along the side,
No blinding headlights mar this ride,
By night the moon casts light so soft,
The stars, my signposts, held aloft.
This life we have will pass to quick,
To live it all, now that’s the trick,
I’ll take my chance among the clouds,
Too long I’ve blended with the crowds.
In side I know a dream’s a dream,
And sometimes things aren’t what they seem,
But who’s to say just what is real,
To me it’s simply how you feel.
I thought my wings would let me fly,
A pilot soaring through the sky,
But so much more they gave to me,
A chance to live, a chance to be.
by Patrick J. Phillips