It was July 4, 1937 when this accident happened. I was 12 years old visiting my sister in Jefferson City, Missouri. My brother-in-law and I were watching a biplane attempting a loop over the river. He failed to recover and disappeared from view. We jumped in the car and headed for the area and started a search. It was a corn field and the corn stalks were tall. One man was at the crash site when we arrived. The pilots seat was empty but a passenger was in the front seat. He was dead. I still remember seeing his ankle bone sticking out over his shoe. On the way back to the car we found half the propeller. I still have it. We learned later the pilot bailed out low to the ground. He lived but was badly injured.
