After talking to my Dad about his flight last week, my Mom, also 90, decided she wanted to also try it. My Dad tried to disuade her, but I felt, "lets try and see" if she can get into the seat and sit in it, then we will be ok. "Can't have Oupa going for a flight and not me" I gues she must have thought.
Yesterday afternoon was nice and stable, so off we went. She got into the seat with very little assistance. After giving her a very
loud and slow pre-flight briefing we taxied out....very slowly. Oupa and Dionne, were ground support with cameras and the backup radio. We did touch and goes and flew around the tower for about half an hour. All of which was with very..very gental flying...Dionne had warned me.." no steep power off stall turns, like you normally do, OK!". I landed extra smoothly and taxied back to the hangar. Apparently my Dad was the nervous one. "Are they going to land now", "where are they going now, "I can't see them any more" and so on... Areme Oupa. All smiles we taxied into the hangar and I helped her out the plane.
"En nou Ma het jy did geniet?"...."GENIET, dit was die beste dag hierdie jaar". "Dit is volmaakte vlieg". "Ek kan goed verstaan hoelom julle so mall is daaroor"
I think my Dad want's to go again. He seems to be less nervous in the plane...shame...it is so cute..
It was my Mom's 90th birthday on the 23rd of September....weereens, gelukige verjaarsdag Ma.
