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Wonderful memories are such a blessing as we age.I am cleaning and straightening the shop today had some fishing poles(reworked the reels) and a tackle box "don't belong here" so moved to the shed.I was putting them in the corner with the 8-10 other poles and another tackle box and saw a paddle handle Ambassador and went WTH?Then all these memories of my Son and I wade fishing and piers and such just flooded back even now I miss the guy.Since he left I may of been fishing 5 times in 2-3yrs now since he's been gone.The wife and I parented just the opposite as he got older the more I through out the chain and when HS was done I could really treat him as a friend and a young man.The family part was a bitch sometimes but you never will trade itKevin
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You got that right. Sure like the models in you signature. The last model I built was about six years ago. Naturally it was a B-17So I drove to an area of the city I probably hadn't been in 20years and lo and behold four HS friends were out playing Discus Golf and I tagged along for an hour it was fun.The water of the bay was right there and I could feel the call fishing gets good in about 5-6 days and the Specks are on the move and some are big all work and no play is not good for the soul.
You are one busy person and that is good. My model aircraft building days go back to the balsa wood period. Those old kits were educational and challenging. The tough part was covering the frame and wings with tissue paper, spraying with water, then holding the aircraft near the living room stove to dry. More often than not a wing would warp during the drying process.However, when everything turned out okay, wind the power rubber band with the prop and watch the flight. Fun times.I got a room full Bill my other passion if you want to call it is wood work.I have done some Macro I call it like building my shop 500sq/ft,my front porch 28'X6' and a deck on Jim,s house 32'X8' with a curved pathway to the gazebo but I really like the smaller stuff.Today a couple of projects fun ones while we updated my boy's room I still call it his call it superstition.He has a WWII A/C poster he p/u at the Naval Aviation Museum in Pensacola on one of or many trips frame went so I making one out of Lyptus wood from S.A. stains real well I used it on my gun collection cabinet WWII natural color.I have Leopard wood,Purpleheart,African Mahogany,Zebra,Spanish Cyprus out in the shop now for small projects. I appreciate you looking in Bill and Mike it's a different day and new adventures I guess
Built many a balsa wood control-line model with .049 and larger engines (couldn't afford RC..very expensive at the time as nothing was solid state).The tough part was covering the frame and wings with tissue paper, spraying with water, then holding the aircraft near the living room stove to dry.
Only built the small stuff like the Curtis Robin. Don't know if they had the larger powered kits in 1940?Built many a balsa wood control-line model with .049 and larger engines (couldn't afford RC..very expensive at the time as nothing was solid state).
Used rice paper to cover and never force dried the paper. THEN came the multiple coats of clear DOPE to toughen the paper. Finally the multiple coats of HOT FUEL PROOF Dope in whatever color was appropriate. Had a really nice Red Baron Triplane and a big old Corsair with about a 3ft wingspan.
Hardest part was learning to spin round and round and not get dizzy. Took a while but was finally able to do wing-overs and double S and loops so I could stop spinning for a while.
Interesting. As I recall I would get only two or three flights before it was ready for the trash can.With lots of help from an Uncle we built (well more he than me) some small Lindberg balsa rubber band powered stuff (1950 or so) and he built a 2ft wingspan battery powered plane. Was heavy and the little motor did not do much and rough landings poked holes in the paper of the wings.
Initially I bought those small .049 Cox pre-built plastic control-line models about the mid-1950s. They flew like bricks and never lasted very long. With school and the service there was not much time for play so was probably 1972 or so before I started getting into the big stuff. Mostly the "Profile" kits where essentially you really only built the wing
We did have funI remember as a kid in the 60's flying the Cox U-Control airplanes also. They flew like crap and you always smacked your fingers starting the.049 engines. Got dizzy from walking in circles. My friend had a Stuka and flew it through a chain link fence. It looked like black shredded lettuce. Good times. Things are way more sophisticated today but we still had fun. I guess we didn't know any better. My Dad used to drive us in the back of his pickup to get our kites going on the days when there was no wind. The State would probably call Child Protection Services and have him arrested these days.
Love for family, as you have verbalized, is a special gift. Hang on to it.I miss my elder son. 34 years old. living in Sydney (200 miles away). I see him maybe 4 times a year. I brought him up myself, a single parent. mother had some issues to deal with.
I was always working in those year, putting the food on the table, battling depression and loneliness. We went without a lot. he went without a lot. That he still wants to associate with me I find amazing.
He and his wife spent Christmas just past with me my new wife and his much younger half brother. It was a wonderful time. I have some health issues to deal with now and I am just not the warhorse I once was. It made me cry when he said he was concerned about me over Christmas. I would not let him see that though. For him I have always been the rock, and rocks don't let their emotions get away from them.
The good news is that my son and his wife plan to move back to the home town in the autumn, which is great news. The down side is that they are moving into my stepfathers home. My stepfather is 97 years old, a veteran (for the other side) and finally in permanent care. Hard for me to go and see him now because I remember him as he was and seeing him now (he has dementia) is not easy. Already my wife's grandfather, and father are both gone as well .
Getting old is not easy. A lot of new technology is just not fun anymore. I hate the new age of mobile phones, and facebook, AI shyskopf politicians and people so greedy they would climb over their own mothers grave to make a dollar.
Our grandson is in Japan attending school. He and his father skype often, some times for over an hour. Both enjoy it a lot.I was always working in those year, putting the food on the table, battling depression and loneliness. We went without a lot. he went without a lot. That he still wants to associate with me I find amazing.
Not single but like you working all the time to keep the house going I finally dialed it back the last year of his HS to be able to see some of his JROTC functions.
Getting old is not easy. A lot of new technology is just not fun anymore. I hate the new age of mobile phones, and facebook, AI shyskopf politicians and people so greedy they would climb over their own mothers grave to make a dollar.
All that crap too me makes it somewhat impersonal while opening yourself almost naked like to the world.The only new technology I like to use is Skype it's better to see and hear for me when he's in Japan.