When I blogged the other day about the search for aviation pioneer Amelia Earheart and her crashed flight, I really didn’t expect to find anything that she had written.
I’m pleased to say there’s plenty out there. Just ask Google.
|A great read ... Amelia Earhart's early story is told here really well. By Source, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7920843. Thanks to Wikipedia|
She comes across as a most pleasant person, modest and determined, and a human that didn’t fear changing the view back in last century’s twenties about what her gender could do.
And how she succeeded.
Falling in love
Her book shows her falling in love with aircraft – her descriptions of the various planes she encountered are well worth reading.
She learned to fly and soon crossed oceans, going further and further … until a bit too far for the capability of aircraft back then.
There is plenty by her and about her online.
For an insight into this extraordinary human, this pioneering woman, her written words in ’20 hours, 40 minutes,’ are well worth consuming.
Back in my youth, I tried to fly. A young family friend in Central Otago, the son of sheep farmers, invited me to come out on his Tiger Moth.
|Courage personified ... A fine portrait of Amelia Earhart. Thanks to Biography Online for this portrait of Amelia Earhart.|
It was skill with a capital S made possible by his extraordinary confidence. Capital C. Hardly had I squeezed in than we were off.
Keith might have been captaining a moonshot.
We went up like an arrow, and fell out of the sky in a huge assortment of aerial acrobatics. Then straight back up, following by a spin back down, complicated by changing from port to starboard to gyrate the other way about.
Keith obviously loved it. I was desperately ill and swore never to fly again.
It’s surprising that travel sickness wasn’t so bad with my early sailing or I would never have gone on to become a solo Cape Horner, and to be Department of Trade professional skipper.
Amelia’s early experiences were entirely different, and never in her writing is there a hint that her body wasn’t up to aerobatics.
Had she survived those astonishing adventures, she still wouldn’t be alive now, of course. But her words will leave you feeling that she must have been the most wonderful person.
Life doesn’t allow it, of course, but what pleasure to meet her and enjoy a friendship.
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Wikipedia: 20 hours, 40 minutes
Wikipedia: Tiger Moth
An online biography of Amelia
My blog of Amelia Earhart and amazing yachtswoman Jeanne Socrates