A truly wonderful story
Early in 1947 when we moved to Westcliffe, Colorado. Ivan decided to learn to fly and by the beginning of summer he was determined to buy a plane, so we planned ahead. Our café and bar business was good, so we decided to save all the silver dollars and all the hundred dollar bills that came in. One man, a successful carpenter, came in every Saturday night throughout the summer and cashed a hundred dollar bill. By September we had saved 512 silver dollars and 7 one hundred dollar bills so we went to Salida and bought our plane. It was a two-place, 65 horsepower yellow Piper Cub named Dinty Moore. Now Dinty was a fine plane for the low country, but he couldn’t always make it over the mountains.
To begin with, I hadn’t thought of learning to fly, until my husband, Ivan began taking…
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A great share, Danny.
A bit out of the ordinary.
Thanks for the reblog, Danny. The author, DiVoran was pleased when I explained that being reblogged is a good thing! Her mother, Dora was an amazing woman.
Thank you for sharing the story, Onisha.