TODAY, Dec. 17, is the anniversary of the Wright Brothers "First Flight," the first controlled flight of a powered aircraft. In honor of that important achievement on this date so long ago (1903), I share this segment from my travel journals:
ON A SUNNY DAY in May 2011, we were visiting in North Carolina, and we headed out to Kitty Hawk. Our mission was to meet "Uncle Willie Dough" (Willie St. Clair Dough)---in the form of a life-size statue at Wright Brothers Memorial Park at Kitty Hawk. Not until the previous October, in a visit with my cousin Rachel Dough Smith, did I learn of our family connection with the historic First Flight of the Wright Brothers.
In 1901, Dough had become a surfman at the Federal Life Saving Station at Kill Devil Hills. He and the men of that station befriended the Wrights and kept them supplied with food and any help and supplies they might need as they prepared for that historic flight. The Wrights would later write of the surfmen as "hospitable and indispensable." (The Stations later evolved into the U.S. Coast Guard, and its entwined history with the Wrights at Kitty Hawk is well recorded in Coast Guard archives).
On Dec. 17, 1903, the day of the flight, the Wrights raised a flag as a signal to the surfmen that help was needed. Willie was one of three who answered the call. Willie helped to push the plane into place for take-off and pushed it off the rail for take-off from the hill.
Later when Wilbur and Orville Wright returned to the Hills for further flight experiments, Willie continued to help. In 1907 he settled the name Wilbur Wright Dough on a newborn son.
Later he testified before a Congressional Committee as to the details of the First Flight, and in 1928 as a witness and survivor, he helped to lay the cornerstone of the Wright Brothers Monument at Kitty Hawk. He died in 1931.
On A blue-sky afternoon at Kitty Hawk in the year 2011, my husband Bob, my sister Mary and I, with my nephew, frolicked around the park like little kids, knowing full well that this idyllic weather was far different from the harsh day when Wilbur and Orville had changed history.
(THIS POSTING INCLUDES A PHOTO OF MY SISTER MARY AND MYSELF, AT KITTY HAWK IN 2011, MEETING THE STATUE OF 'UNCLE WILLIE,' WHO WAS ONE OF 'THE THREE INDISPENSIBLE MEN' NOTED IN THE WRIGHT BROTHERS RECORD OF THAT DAY).
Thursday, December 17, 2015
I have three extra shadows,
And normal they are not.
Unlike your average shadows,
They tend to talk a lot.
And whether I walk fast or slow,
My shadows always trot!
The normal kind of shadow
Is one that must be led,
But not my extra shadows;
They always run ahead!
The only time I'm rid of them
Is when they're off to bed!
And though I sometimes shoo them
In impatient mother tones,
When my extra shadows
Have gone away from home,
My ordinary shadow
Feels so alone.
r "mommy" moore 1972
mother of three young sons
Sunday, December 13, 2015
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens... "
"A time to mow, and a time to put the mower in the shed and leave it there with all the other tools of summer...
A time to spot and pull up weeds, and a time for weeds to hide themselves from you beneath a layer of snow...
A time for keeping up the endless chores connected with your growing gardens, lawns and shrubs, and a time to curl up with a good book or a good companion...
A time for summer hot dogs, barbecues and fireworks, and a time for indoor peace and quiet and the warming powers and aroma of chili, soups and stews...
A time for summer sports and exercise and crowded outdoor festivals, and a time for indoors by the fire, and Christmas gatherings and quiet conversations...
AND IF YOU PLEASE,you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org to add your own words to this list.--Rose Moore