Singling out Gezim among the fishermen and fisherwomen, I asked if he ever lets fish go. Does her description, her use of figurative language in between the first and last lines, help us to understand her bizarre decision?
Today, at seventy-seven years of age, I have surpassed his longevity by one year. Even at this advanced age, my appreciation of him and his legacy continues to grow with passing time.
His love of aviation and airplanes. Here is the most important, early manifestation of that legacy for me, personally: I can still visualize this painting hanging on my bedroom wall in Chicago, Illinois when I was a youngster of six or seven.
Today, this brilliantly created image hangs proudly in my den, high on the wall. His life-long ability to produce exceptional results in any endeavor is already evident in the clean, precise lines and brilliant images he produced while painting on the back of glass — a very difficult medium, indeed.
These were targeted at and very popular with young boys in the nineteen-thirties. Alas, even with the growth of computer technology and improved search engines, the dream seemed beyond the pale of possibility so many decades after the fact.
Of all the depictions Dad chose for his picture, the brilliant red German Pfaltz airplane in the lower right-hand corner always intrigued me most as a youngster. A close examination reveals a trail of bullet-holes in the side of the red fuselage from the machine guns firing below.
Dad was eleven years old inand Lindbergh epitomized what an underdog can accomplish through intelligent dedication to a clearly defined goal.
And dad did begin life as a definitive World war 2 reflection, necessarily dropping out of high school after one year to support his struggling parents and siblings during the Depression.
It was in the early nineteen-thirties when my father began to compile his aviation scrapbook, a serious collection of magazine and newspaper articles covering all aspects of the subject, meticulously assembled — as usual. Many of the entries have notable historical significance in aviation history: Dad had told me of his scrapbook early-on in my youth, but it had not been seen for decades, apparently lost in our move to California in I detailed the circumstances and the scrapbook itself in an earlier post which I attach in its entirety at the end of this post.
These were taken directly from the aviation pulp magazine covers that he owned. For me, this was a dream-come-true, to possess not only this scrapbook, but the actual image-sources used for my prized painting.
It eerily seemed almost pre-destined that this should happen, that these objects, so strongly coveted in my imagination, should materialize out of the blue like that.
Pasted within the book itself, are several other cut-outs from aviation magazine covers similar to those depicted in my painting. The choices Dad made for inclusion in his book clearly reflect his early interest in mechanical engineering. I recall him telling me many years ago that he just wanted to be around airplanes and the airline industry in some capacity or another — even if it meant washing airplanes!
As teenagers around our family dinner table listening to our parents re-living their day, my younger sister and I learned first-hand of the many workplace experiences and frustrations Dad encountered at United as he worked his way up through the ranks from draftsman to mechanical design engineer and ultimately to hands-on engineering manager of a ground-equipment design group in Quite a remarkable achievement for a self-motivated man who only had one year of high school!
The lack of a college degree in aeronautics or engineering was a show-stopper at United even back then for anyone with significant engineering design aspirations. With each promotion and advancement, Dad had to prove and re-prove himself on the job, over and over again.
Night classes in calculus, physics, and engineering at the local College of San Mateo fortified his innate abilities and enabled him to ultimately achieve the position and recognition he deserved at United. Dad was also very good at expressing his logical thought processes in clear, tautly-written memos — a must for any managerial candidate.
Where he acquired his fine ability for written expression is still a puzzlement. A few weeks ago, while cleaning out some cabinets, I came across a photo album which I had practically forgotten. I noticed two UAL envelopes tucked into the front of the album.
The typewritten, personally signed letters inside were on UAL letterhead stationery and dated He knew and appreciated what Dad had achieved and how deserving he was of the promotion.
Like my father, Duane Buckmaster was deeply rooted in aviation and on a steady-track of self-improvement. Dad gave me a heads-up prior to Mr.
His plane was shot down on June 6, D-day by German fighters during the famous Ploesti oil field raids. After parachuting with the rest of the crew from the doomed plane, he was captured by the Germans and held prisoner.
He eventually escaped and found his way back across the enemy lines. Needless to say, I was mesmerized by his story, and I have never forgotten that evening over all these years.
Here is his congratulatory letter to Dad, dated July 7, Predictably, Duane Buckmaster made it a point to be here, in California, to honor Dad at his retirement party in United Air Lines runs deep in my veins for so many obvious reasons. Times and circumstances change, however, and not always for the better.View World War II Reflection Questions from HISTORY PC at Harvard University.
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