This post has been sitting in my drafts folder for two months, originally intended in recognition of the service many of our family members have given. I was going to tell you more about how we chose to observe the day by going to the Museum of Flight, a place I find more inspiring than any other hall I’ve had the privilege to walk, and where I feel closest to family far away.
But on November 17th, 2014, my dear uncle Paul went to heaven, and all my words went with him.
I still haven’t figured out how to finish this. I don’t think I’m going to. But it needs to be here. So here it is.
The Museum of Flight
Select airplanes in the Great Gallery, including the Boeing 80-A
Travis’ grandfather, Col. Walter Maas, was part of the Gemini space program.
Flag & models currently in the Space: Exploring the New Frontier exhibit.
My grandfather, Maj. Fred S. Adams, was part of the WASP program.
“We are in a war and we need to fight it with all our ability and every weapon possible. Women pilots, in this particular case, are a weapon waiting to be used. ~Eleanor Roosevelt, 1942”
Grandpa’s favorite, the North American P-51D Mustang
My favorite, the Goodyear FG-1D Corsair
Pictured L: Maj. Fred S. Adams, Sr., cool as a cross-wind.
Because, come on. HOW COULD HE NOT?
Pictured R: Paul H. Adams, Sr., helping folks through a barbed wire fence
at Sandia National Labs. Again, NO SURPRISE HERE.
Pictured L-R: Emma, Sarah, Ashley & Travis Maas
in the kinetic wind sculpture garden. Surprises TBD.