Monday, July 1, 2024

Planes - (Week 27 - 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks)

 If you live anywhere near a major airport or military air base, you know it can be a love/hate relationship at times.  Some look at it as alot of annoying noise but others, such as my family, view it as their bread and butter or the sound of freedom.  Or even dream of escaping to the air or taking a Sunday afternoon drive to watch planes take off and land at the airport.  Air shows even became an outing .  All of which our families enjoyed, except thinking the noise was annoying!

Both my family and my husband's have aviation present in their lives.  On my husband's side, it seems to have started with his dad, Gary Sr, who before WW2 worked at Middletown Air Depot in the engine  section doing repairs and engine tests. When it became his turn to join the war, he chose the Army Air Corps and became a nose gunner on a B24 over the Pacific. (There is a detailed history of his experiences on my blog).  This led to an interest in aviation and after the war he studied to become an aeronautical engineer at a university in Chicago.  He graduated and had positions at several different aircraft manufacturers. First Martin Aircraft, where he worked on the Martin 404 and the Mercury Project, then at Jacobs Aircraft working on the Convertiplane. His final aviation job was with McDonnell Aircraft where he worked on the F4 and F101 projects.  His interest in aviation continued tho and was passed down to his sons.  Gary's brother also chose the US Air Force as his service during the Korean War.  I do not know what he did while there tho.



Gary Sr  front and center


His oldest son Gary Jr joined the US Air Force and was stationed in Vietnam as an airplane mechanic. He learned to fly while in the Air Force and held a private pilot's license.  He also took on a project of building his own airplane.  I remember flying with him once in an old 2 seater Luscom plane. The seat was a wooden plank. A new experience for me as far as the seat was concerned, but I had flown in small airplanes before. 




  
Gary Jr's plane - that's me in the back seat!

                                                
A visit from family


His youngest son, Bill's interest was "smaller"  because his hobby became flying and building model airplanes and helicopters.  He is a member of a local model airplane flying club.


The middle son, my husband Tom, made a career of aviation.   He joined the US Air Force and became an Avionics mechanic.  He was stationed at Scott AFB in 1975 and primarily worked on the Douglas C9B which were based there. They were an Aeromedical Evac Squadron.  But being a mechanic, he would also work on any kind of aircraft that came thru the base.  After his initial 4 years were up, he reenlisted but as as active Reservist at Scott AFB and doing the same work that he had done while on active duty. After two years as a reservist, a job opportunity came up that he pursued and won.  In 1981, he became a  Field Technical Rep for the Douglas Aircraft side of the McDonnell Douglas Aircraft Company.  They sent him to be the Field Rep at the Norfolk Naval Air Station who flew the C9As.  While there, he finished his college degree in Professional Aeronautics and graduated from Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University.  He also attained his A&P license and his FAA Radio Operators license, all of which helped him greatly in his job.  A story he liked to tell was that while he was testing for his A & P license, he had to know how to repair the fabric that the older first airplanes were covered with.  This required hand sewing and he asked me to teach him some stitches that he would have to use. Another story was that once on a test flight for the Communications system on the plane, they happened to fly over Tom's hometown and the test call on the flight phone was made to his dad as they flew over his house.  His dad was thrilled.  His years with this Navy squadron, VR-56,  would take him all over the world.  The squadron was tasked with taking one of their C9s and making it into an executive transport for the Secretary of the Navy and some other high ranking Naval personnel.  As the manufacturer's field rep, Tom was part of every step of this transition.  The plane was affectionately known as ET (Executive Transport)  by it's flight crew. Tom was part of this crew and flew as such, flight suit and all even tho he was not "in" the Navy.  He was to fly on any trip that took a VIP passenger, mostly the Secretary,  out of the country.  Just like in the military, this job could be transient, and the day came when the contract with the Navy was ending and that would mean a cross country move.  Tom decided to look for a job with a more permanent location for his family.  He ended up getting a job with USAir as a Maintenance Foreman in the airline's Operations Department, a management job. This ended the days of hands on repair of aircraft but Tom still enjoyed his job in aviation.  After several mergers and weathering a strike, Tom retired from what had become American Airlines in 2015.  One more in this line is our daughter, Amy.  Ever since Junior High School, she had wanted to be an aeronautical engineer.  She did attain this and graduated from Penn State with her degree.  She started a job with the Sikorsky Helicopter company in Bridgeport, Ct. Surrounded by mostly men in this position, she gained respect.  Her focus was on mating the engines to the fuselage on the S92 helicopter project.  Eventually she left her job, but aviation still shows up in her job now as a preschool teacher. She shows her 4 year olds simplified aerodynamics of how airplanes can fly.  


Basic Training, the start of a long career


Scott AFB  C9Bs


US Navy's C9A "ET"


doing his avionics thing



On the flight line

                           


A visit to the First Flight location



The S92 chopper

My family's connections also seem to start with my Dad.  As a youngster, he was interested in planes and worked to get his private pilot's license at the age of 16.  He was able to pay for the lessons by doing odd jobs around the small local airport.  One of which involved painting the airport name identifier on the roof of the hanger at that local airport. After high school, he was accepted into the ROTC program at Parks Air College in St Louis.  But after one year he decided that that was not for him and transferred to a teacher' college.  He was away from aviation for some time and his license expired.  Later, in the 1960's sometime, he tested once again and was able to fly once more.  He would periodically take us up for rides, which I enjoyed very much.  He thought that I would one day fly at 16 also ,but  I just liked the rides.  Unfortunately, the hobby became quite expensive for a family man and he had to stop flying.  My Mom, on the other hand, was afraid of flying.  She held her breath each time we went up with Dad. But she finally took her first and only flight when she came to help out after our second child was born. We lived too far away to drive but she survived. Dad had three brothers who all had their private pilot's licenses.   Joe was  hobbyist like Dad, Jim went to college for an Aeronautical Science degree and worked for Grumman for a time. The third one made a career of aviation as well.  After  his US Air Force enlistment, Gene became an aeronautical engineer and worked for the US Army in St Louis.  He was also an aerobatics pilot. He and his first wife Kit, also an aerobatics pilot, loved flying and owning their own planes.  Sadly, Kit passed away when the small plane that she was flying crashed. Dad's nephew, Kevin, is a career US Air Force Officer  working as a Flight Surgeon.   Another nephew, Rich, has made a career as a corporate pilot. Rich's dad was also a corporate pilot.  Rich's sister, Carolyn, even made a skydive jump or two.  



Dad's first pilot license






So as you can see, aviation is in our blood. In my own immediate family, we seem to have a noticeable habit as well. Not long after our future son in law  came to us, he remarked that every time an airplane flew overhead we all looked up at it.  He thought it somewhat peculiar but it is just something we unconsciously do.   Every single time to this day. I even go outside to look sometimes. Living near a large commercial airport with a  US Air Force Reserve unit attached to it, we  see and hear aircraft at all times of day and some fly low over our house. I have come to learn to identify a few by that sound.   Yes, it does interrupt conversation at times, but we just wait it out for a few seconds and continue on. No problem with the noise. Aviation has been our bread and butter.  Something that you can love forever as well.

       

Looking up.... 



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Thursday, April 25, 2024

Caroline Stone Betz Sinton

 

Caroline Stone Betz Sinton

26 Apr 1924 – 5 May 2002

 

 


   

       

 

Caroline was born the 10th child of 13 to John Ellsworth Betz Jr & Charlotte Johns in Port Carbon, Schuylkill County, Pennsylvania.

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Back - John, Emma,  Richard, Charlotte, William, John E Jr
Middle - Dorothy, Gertrude, Ellsworth, Jean, Charlotte Johns
Front - Caroline, Lois, Ruth, Robert

Port Carbon, PA in 1931

 

In 1930, the family lived at 129 Spruce St. Port Carbon, with 3 more children joining the family.   Caroline would have attended the newer Port Carbon Elementary school which had been built in 1915.  The school had a bell tower whose bell signaled the start of school and recess times.  At that time, her father worked on the trolleys. The Pottsville Electric Railway Co operated from 1891 until 1931 in Port Carbon.  But in 1930, her father is listed as a Brakeman on the Reading Railroad in the census taken that year.  At the time of his death, he was a lokie operator for the Bazely Stripping Company in St Clair.


I believe this to be 29 Spruce St, Port Carbon, from Google Earth

 

In 1933, when Caroline was just 9 years old, her father died of hypertension & vascular disease at the age of 47. By 1940, her mother had moved the family back to Tamaqua, in Schuylkill County.  They lived at 251 Clay St.  Her mother did not hold a job at age 53, but four older siblings of Caroline did work. Likely the income that supported the family that still had 8 children living at the home. 


                       251 Clay St. Tamaqua, Google Earth
        

              

 

Caroline and her family always attended the Methodist church. In 1939 & 1941, Caroline attended a Christian summer camp near Pottstown called Camp Innabah.  She was also always involved with the Methodist Youth group at her church. At some point, Caroline and her sister Ruth must have worked at the Atlas Powder Co. There is a photo showing them in the Atlas uniforms below.


  

 

There is also a photo of Caroline’s brother Ellsworth “Buddy” that he sent her while he was in the Army during World War II.  He inscribed it “To Carrots”, a name he must have called her due to her red hair.  I imagine Caroline as a little (4’11”) spitfire when she was young.


Caroline graduated from Tamaqua High School in 1942.  She was a member of the Commercial Club at school which was a group for those interested in working in an office once they graduated.  By 1943, at age 19, Caroline had found a clerical job in Middletown, PA.  She lived at 30 South Catherine St. in Middletown.  It was here that she met her future husband, Gary Sinton, who was from Pottsville.  Gary worked at the Air Depot in Middletown in the engine shop doing repairs and running engine tests before enlisting in the US Army Air Corps in 1944.


Tamaqua High School


    


 Much of their courtship was likely done through the mail, as Gary had been assigned to a squadron in the Pacific where he stayed until the end of World War II in 1945.  Gary & Caroline became engaged on July 4, 1946, at a Betz family picnic at the Atlas Grove near Tamaqua.  They were married at the Methodist church in Tamaqua on Oct 12, 1946.  Like many brides of that era, Caroline wore a gown that was made from Gary’s army parachute.  After a honeymoon to Niagara Falls, they set up housekeeping with Gary’s parents at 2058 West Market St in Pottsville. Gary was working for the J H Brokhoff Dairy.  Their first child Gary Jr was born in December 1947 in Pottsville.

 


                   First United Methodist Church, Tamaqua

 



The family soon moved to Chicago, Illinois so that Gary could attend the Aeronautical University there.  He worked part time at the Marshall Fields department store until finishing his degree in Aeronautical engineering.  In May of 1949, a daughter, Sharon, was born. One address that they lived at was 7833 South Evans Ave in Chicago. This house is still there today.  


 

In September of 1950, Gary graduated, and the family moved to Baltimore where Gary would work for the Martin Aircraft Co.  A third child, Janice, was born there in January 1952.  They lived at 1628 Rickenbacker Rd, Apt C Baltimore. This address no longer exists.

In 1953, Gary found a better position at the Jacobs Aircraft Co in Pottstown, Pa, closer to home this time. They did not live long on Main St Pottstown Landing Rd. This job ended in 1954 and the family left once again for a new job in St Louis with McDonnell Aircraft.  In November of 1954 a son was born, Thomas.  The family lived at 837 East Essex Ave in the Kirkwood neighborhood of the St Louis area.  Caroline would boast of being well off enough to employ a maid to help with her growing family. 


Pottstown Home

 


 

Unfortunately, just as success was within their grasp, this job ended too soon due to Gary’s health.  The family had moved back to Pottsville by Christmas 1955.  Gary spent most of 1956 in the VA hospital in Wilkes Barre.  Caroline and the four children lived at Gary’s parent’s home once again. After his release from the hospital, he was unable to work as an engineer any longer and he worked as a relief milkman for Lehigh Valley Dairy for about 10 years and later held other positions with the dairy until he retired on disability in 1973. 

 


2058 W Market St Pottsville

 

The family was able to buy their own home with the help of Gary's war bonds and purchased 822 Pottsville St in Mechanicsville in 1958.  During this time, the family added three more children, Laura in April 1958, Bill in July 1961 & Holly in September 1962.  And Caroline stayed active in her church in Pottsville, First United Methodist Church, by being a member of the Joy Circle.

 


822 Pottsville St, Pottsville

 

During these years, Caroline worked at various jobs to help ends meet, including clerical jobs and as a sewing machine operator in local garment factories.  She was known as a good seamstress and her work production was good.  At one place she would sew women’s blouses and knew how to operate a Merrow sewing machine.  She was also particular about which factories she would work at.  Some were true sweatshops or had bad bosses and likely not good places to work.  Some of the factories she worked in were in Mary D, New Philadelphia, Cumbola, Angela's in Port Carbon, Frackville and Pottsville.  Caroline was a proud member of the ILGWU (International Ladies Garment Workers Union) and always looked for the union label or made in America label when shopping.  She made a lot of her family’s clothing and most of hers over the years.  Her husband, Gary, would say “if you could make shoes, we wouldn’t have to buy anything”.  She also did clerical work at the Evans Delivery Co, Bel-Tone Hearing Aide Co and the Redco office in Pottsville where she learned to do data entry on a computer.  In 1990, she worked as a census taker.  Sometimes, Caroline would end up working at the same factory as a family member.  I am told she worked at the Danville leisure wear factory in Frackville with her daughter in law’s mother and aunt, with her daughter Janice in Pottsville and in New Philadelphia with her sister, Lois. 

 


           

                     Typical Garment factory floor

 


An old factory building in Pottsville that Caroline was supposed to have worked in, 
at 14th & W.Market sts.  From Google Earth






In her leisure time, in addition to sewing, Caroline enjoyed knitting and a little cross stitch and crochet work.  She was known in the family as being able to grow any houseplant.  African Violets were a favorite. 

In1968, their children began getting married and adding grandchildren to the family.  So began a whole new chapter in their lives.  They enjoyed their growing family, as well as traveling to such places as Salt Lake City Utah, Quebec, Holland Michigan, Rhinebeck New York, Washington DC, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, New England, Arizona, Virginia, Florida, and Hawaii.  They also enjoyed attending the many school and sporting events that their grandchildren participated in, with graduations being extra special occasions.  They never missed anyone’s birthday and always sent a card or gave a gift.  Holidays were always special times for Gary & Caroline, when all of their children and grandchildren would gather and catch up with each other.  There were picnics on Memorial Day and the Fourth of July.   Thanksgiving became a major undertaking as the family grew larger and larger, with tables stretching into two rooms until there was no longer room for everyone at their house on Pottsville Street.  The dinner was then moved to Holly’s home, which was much larger and gave the family a few more years of being able to gather together.   Finally, a hall was needed to accommodate everyone.  As each child’s families grew, the tradition ended, but many memories were made. 



 

Christmas was the other major family gathering.  Almost everyone would gather at Gary & Carolines home to exchange gifts and have a light dinner.  Sometimes two gatherings were necessary as Thomas lived out of town and was not always able to come home on Christmas Day.  The family spread out all over the house with wrapping paper and gifts strewn about, children underfoot, and not an empty seat to be found anywhere.  Unfortunately, illness began to take its toll on Caroline and soon Gary found himself without his life’s companion.  Caroline passed away at St Joseph’s Hospital in Reading, Pa. in 2002. He survived with the help of his children, but finally joined Caroline in 2005 after almost 3 1/2 years of loneliness. Despite all the adversity and struggles in their lives, they had a true love for each other and their family. Final resting place is Fort Indiantown Gap National Cemetery in Annville, PA. 

 


 

 

 

https://portcarbonborough.org/history

https://www.lykensvalley.org/schuylkill-county-garment-industry-1981/


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Monday, April 15, 2024

Eclipse 2024

 Just a few thoughts from watching the April 8, 2024 eclipse today. 

I have always been interested in watching eclipses or looking for comets or hoping to see a bright meteor during a meteor shower.  I remember my father talking about them and naming stars to me. I do remember past eclipses, one when I was very young where it did get somewhat dark, one not so much dark and of course the more recent one in 2017. 

Today, even  tho Pittsburgh was not in the path of totality, it was still an amazing experience. To watch the moon pass in front of the sun for about 2 1/2 hours put a lot in perspective. We are so small in comparison. But how to comprehend. 

I commented to my husband comparing a solar eclipse to a lunar eclipse. I feel connected to both but in different ways. A solar eclipse feels a little less natural with the glasses we need to wear while looking at it, while a lunar eclipse there is nothing but the moon and your eyes taking in the sight. But the solar eclipse has tangible physical characteristics in the dimming of the light in midday and the cooling of temperatures more noticeable than just walking into the shade or a cloud passing in front of the sun. Both types are very interesting and powerful. 

Some of my photos from our backyard today. I used my cell phone and covered the lens with a pair of eclipse glasses.  Worked pretty well. 



2:04 PM EST




                                                                         2:53 PM EST



                                                     Dimness at totality, 3:19 PM EST



Pittsburgh 97.1 % totality at 3:16 PM EST



3:27 PM EST




4:07 PM EST








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Week 16 - Steps (52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks)

I lived in the town of Pottsville, PA from the time I was 5 years old until the year or so after I was married.  This was in the 1960's and early 70's when kids walked just about everywhere they went.  We lived on the east side of town in the Greenwood Hill neighborhood and my elementary school was, according to my Dad,  a mile and a quarter from our home.  But my kindergarten school was just down two hills, about 3 blocks from home.  My mom tells the story of how one day walking to kindergarten, I wanted to go by myself, I was big enough I told her.  She let me, but I'm sure she followed without me knowing to make sure I was ok. From there on, I walked to kindergarten myself.  My street, Edwards Ave., was only two blocks long. My house sat on the top flat block.  To get to school, I walked to the end of the flat and continued down the steep hill block which ended at the top of a flight of steps. At the bottom of the steps was an alleyway that led to Jackson St which was one of the steeper hills in Pottsville. Then you turned down the hill to get to the Jackson St school on that corner.  I needed to cross the street at the bottom of the hill, where there was a crossing guard. Safely at school.  Can you imagine a kindergartner using these by herself daily! In those days the steps were made from wood and painted white. At some point after I moved away they were replaced by concrete steps. The steps have been closed off at the top for years now and not used, but still there.


The Edwards Ave steps in Pottsville, PA - photo credits to Kelly Webber (posted in the Facebook group "Snapshots of Pottsville")



But I used these steps hundreds of times. To and from school, that mile and a quarter once I was old enough to walk across town, and the library and downtown to shop. Mom used to send us down to Mickey's corner store catty cornered across from the school to get her a loaf of bread once in awhile. And I made many trips to the library, especially in the summer, and would come home with an arm load of books to read. Back up the steps. Every summer the stores downtown would have a sidewalk sale. They put all of what we would call "Clearance" out on racks on the sidewalk in front of their store. It would get so crowded for all the stores there at the time. But many bargains could be found. Using the steps again. As I got older, the steps were still usually my chosen route to home even tho there were three other ways to get there. They were longer walks but not easier because all had steep hills but every now and then I would take them just because I could. An independent streak I guess! These steps saw me grow up, witnessing that little independent 5 year old all the way thru dating in high school. All of my "steps" in my growing up.

I found a news article that tells that a contract to build the steps was awarded in 1918.


Pottsville Republican, Aug 7, 1918, pg 1


What made me remember these long ago steps was sitting in a waiting room at Allegheny General Hospital in Pittsburgh on the Hemlock St. side recently and looking out the window watching people still using steps. I did not know that there were three sets of steps on the very steep hill back there. Much longer than my steps by far. One starts at the end of James St and goes up to the higher street behind AGH then another set barely visible thru the trees continuing up to yet another higher street and the third set starts at the end of Hemlock St off of James St. As very hilly places, both Pottsville & Pittsburgh have many flights of these steps. I'm not sure how many sets of steps Pottsville has, 5 or 6 maybe, but I read that Pittsburgh has 712 sets of steps! All needed to get someone somewhere.





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