Turbulences: Remeiniscences of of an Airline Pilot

Chapter I

1955 to 1965

Carefree childhood

First Memories

Walks with my parents in Hattersheim at the northwest of the Rhein-Main Airport, along the Wasserwerk Chaussee, are the first coherent childhood memories I can recall. I still remember that one particular late summer dusk of 1958, when I watched the airplanes take off and leave behind them a deep sound in the air caused by their engines. In awe I saw how the propeller machines disappeared over the horizon until the four red fire trails they left behind them could no longer be traced.

Those were Lockheed Super-Constellation airplanes manufactured by an American aircraft manufacturer, Lockheed. Their four Curtiss Wright 3350 Turbo Compound, 18-cylinder, duplex engines had a starting power of 3250 HP each.

From 1958, Deutsche Lufthansa AG deployed four L-1649A on the North Atlantic routes. The first Super Star, affectionately called Queen of the North Atlantic or Mona Lisa, left Hamburg on February 13, 1958, via Frankfurt am Main, Shannon (Ireland), Gander (Newfoundland) to New York, covering more than 6000 km.

Of course, at that time I was only three years old and couldn't have known all of this. However, from an early age, my observation and fascination for airplanes, taking off and landing, remained intact. I would enthusiastically observe the American Air Force aircrafts that were on their way to the air base in Wiesbaden Erbenheim, since they flew directly over my parents' house at Friedensstraße 25. Back then one could recognize the aircraft type by the sound of its engines. They were mostly twin-engined C-47 Dakotas, the military version of the civilian Mc Donnnell Douglas DC-3. More than 9000 airplanes were built in various versions. Some of them are still in operation today. The four-engined C-54 Skymaster was another aircraft type that was often seen in the sky in the 1960s and early 1970s. In the civilian version they were operated as DC-4 by the airlines mainly over the North Atlantic. These military transporters already wrote history in aviation as the so-called Rosinenbomber during the Russian blockade in Berlin from June 24, 1948 till May 12, 1949.

The first Chancellor of the young Federal Republic of Germany, Konrad Adenauer, and his Minister of Economics, Ludwig Erhard, also known as father of the German economic miracle, brought economic growth and prosperity for FRG. I grew up during this economic miracle period. In 1960, about 7000 inhabitants lived in the small community of Hattersheim and the social life took place between Frankfurter- and Hauptstraße. Various shops opened in the old town center but there were no supermarkets during that time. As a young boy I loved visiting the shop of a toy retailer named Grosse, where different matchbox cars were always on display. But above all, I was most interested in the flight games manufactured by a company called Günther or the popular flight model kits of Revell and Faller for model railways. I used to save my pocket money to buy these games and they were always on my birthday or Christmas wish list.

Across from Grosse on Frankfurter Street was the popular Italian ice cream parlor called Junger, where a scoop of ice cream used to cost only 0.10 DM. Then there was the Milk Miller, the Photo Deal, the Café Saul and the adults went for their drinks (Schöppchen) in the Bobbe parlor (Bobbe-Stübchen).

At the Kiosk Sauer, we children would buy sweets, which were filled into small bags from large glass jars. The eye of the law at that time was a police officer named S. Kirch. His assigned district was between the Kiosk at the train station and the Kiosk Sauer in the Frankfurter Street, where he used to stop by often for short breaks during his shift to warm up with schnaps/liquor. A green Loden-Coat over his corpulent belly was his trademark. He was very popular and highly respected by people who lovingly called him Kirche Seppel".

Post Card of Hattersheim around 1960³

³ Historic Post Card Hattersheim

Merchant Petri’s German shepherd (first turbulence)

I used to often accompany my mother to the grocery store SPAR owned by merchant Petri.

I will never forget that one summer day of August in the late 1950s, when Mr. Petri’s German shepherd, performed his task as a watchdog a little too specifically. That day while my mother was shopping, I walked towards the courtyard of the grocery store to the chewing gum vending machine, when I heard and saw the German shepherd barking loudly at me. I froze in fear as he ran towards me at breakneck speed and threw me to the ground. He bit me firmly just above the carotid artery below the right ear and began to gnaw. I suddenly found myself in a life-threatening situation. Covered in blood, I screamed and kicked while the fear of death consumed me.

Fortunately, I was heard and rushed to Doctor Waigel’s practice that was only a few 100 meters away from SPAR in Frankfurter Street. The open wound was sterilized and stapled, thus stopping the excessive bleeding. I recovered from the extremely critical incident a few days later. I still have the scar to this day as a souvenir.

I was compensated the following weekend by Mr. Petri during the annual Parish fair (Kirchweihfest) in Hattersheim, where I was allowed to use all the merry-go-rounds for a whole afternoon and eat marshmallows and cotton candy to my heart’s content.

As with all dogs, a sensible attitude is a prerequisite⁴

It took me many years to get over my cynophobia, that is, my fear of dogs. It was Arco, the German shepherd of a friendly couple, Karl-Heinz and Dagmar in Florida, who showed me in a comprehensible, almost human way, when and what he wanted me to play with him. Arco used a language that we both understood. Whether playing with a ball or swimming in the pool, it usually ended with a mutual water fight. On the command Arco stop, we used to finish our games and afterwards, in the midday sun of Florida, he would fall asleep benevolently with a satisfied growl, beside me.

It took me almost 40 years to overcome my fear of dogs and start trusting them again through this lovely furry friend of mine. Arco’s friend misses his faithful companion, who is now in dog heaven, very much.

Friendship with ARCO

⁴ www.welt.de

The Eternally Long Time till Christmas

The time of Advent was a time of excitement and anticipation. Mother's Christmas Cookies were baked and the dough for the Thuringian Christmas Stollen (Thüringer Christstollen) was prepared, which was then taken to the bakery Hackel for baking. With the dough bowl on my lap, mother would pull my sledge and off we went to the bakery in Rothenhofstraße, which was right next to Petri. At home, the baked Thüringer Christstollen was spread with butter and powdered sugar in the evening. Afterwards the Christstollen was stored in a cool place until Christmas to fully enhance its taste and aroma.

I still distinctly remember one of the most unforgettable Christmas presents that I received from my parents: a metal construction kit from TRIX, which even included an electric motor. The TRIX kit fostered my research and craft skills. With it my creativity knew no bounds. Among other things I built a steerable car with electric drive. When I was finished constructing the car and the urge to play with it had subsided, I took it apart again and a new object, for example, a tractor, was created. Back then, when a child would construct a crane, it was necessary to not only screw the individual parts together, but they also had to be strutted to stabilize the construction. Today's construction kits usually contain prefabricated plug-in elements and the young engineer of today does not need to worry about static connections. In my opinion, this is pedagogically worthless since it doesn’t challenge you enough and if it doesn’t challenge your skills, it won’t improve them.

Note: In comparison, one could mention today's work with a computer. While writing my sentences for this book, I theoretically do not even have to be proficient in my native language. The software corrects all my grammatical and/or spelling mistakes. This, however, neither improves my language skills nor my critical thinking.

TRIX metal construction kit ⁵

⁵ TRIX advertising 1958

The little EMMA

As a little boy, I got a Trix-Express model railway in H0 track as a Christmas present from my godfather, Mr. Horst. It only consisted of one oval train track, which was extended every year before Christmas Eve and set up at a table in our living room.

During Christmas holidays, my father would be busy with handicrafts and decorating of the Christmas tree and the living room was a no-go zone until the distribution of the presents. Mom would cook the holiday roast, the aroma of which would spread all over the apartment.

It wasn’t until the afternoon before Christmas Eve that I was finally allowed to try the homemade Thüringer Christstollen and cookies. To shorten the waiting time till the opening of the gifts, I used to make myself comfortable on a blanket in front of the black and white television and watched We are waiting for the Christ Child. Television was still in its infancy in the 1950s and not every household could afford a television in the years of reconstruction of German after the war.

In the early years, I was allowed to watch children´s program like Lassie or Fury from time to time with my grandparents. Adults often watched sporting events in restaurants; it was perhaps the first form of today's public viewing.

Before the Christmas presents were handed out, the birth of Jesus Christ was commemorated in the Christmas service. My parents lit candles and placed them at the windowsills facing the east as a sign of their attachment to their homeland. In so doing, they thought of their relatives and friends who they left behind in the GDR.

It was certainly not an easy decision for my parents to make at a young age to leave GDR and start a new beginning in FRG. My mother was born in 1933 and my father in 1931. My mother’s childhood memories were marked with chaos of war, fear and hunger, and she wanted me, her son, to fare better than them.

The little TRIX model railway usually remained set up until well into January, after which, it was disassembled again and carefully packed in boxes until the next Christmas.

As a souvenir, the little steam locomotive EMMA stands in my showcase to this day.

A Happy Child’s Eye

Little EMMA on our living room table

Father's Horologist Workshop

Father's watchmaker workshop was a treasure trove. From old worn-out watches, he used to develop spring motors that could be used for a cargo crane or served as an engine for a wooden toy ship.

Once my father constructed a wooden ship for me. He built the propeller from a piece of tinplate. The drive shaft through the ship between engine and propeller was sealed into a sleeve filled with bearing grease for impermeability. The running time of the engine was dependent on the spring pre-load, but it was sufficient enough to let my ship get out of control in Höchst’s city pond. The rudder, which had to be preset manually, did not have the correct angle to withstand the wind and unfortunately, the safety line slipped out of my hand and the ship went straight ahead uncontrolled until it disappeared forever in the pond. I was deeply disappointed about the loss.

Father used to build for me wonderful toys from simple means that taught me a lot and enhanced my creativity.

Family Outings

Our family did not possess a car until 1963. Before owning a car, I used to go out regularly with my parents on walks during spring that were always a special experience and something I treasured. I remember a hike on May 1, a German Public holiday, in the late 1950s, to the Meisterturm in front of Taunus Mountains on the Kapellenberg above Hofheim. After crossing the tree line, we had a breath-taking view of the surrounding countryside. The Rhein-Main airport with airplanes taking off and landing seemed within reach.

Those are mountains of the Spessart, Odenwald and Pfalz, Father explained to me. I dreamed of seeing the world from a bird's eye view.

Father always had a pocket knife at hand. To my delight, he would carve a bow and arrow or a birdcall whistle from the branches of the willows along the way.

The Meisterturm

When we came back after an extended hike in the direction of our home village, the fields around Hattersheim smelled of field roses. Depending on the weather and wind direction, the Sarotti chocolate factory spread a veil of chocolate scent over the community.

The local companies catered for its residents. The Sarotti open-air swimming pool, named after its sponsor general director Hans Riggenbach, was built for the community. On the meadow in the entrance area stood the figure of the Sarotti-Mohr, the company logo of the chocolate factory. On the roof of the adjacent building, Sarotti-Bad-Restaurant could be read in large letters. The little black boy from the chocolate factory near Okrifteler Strasse, who wore a turban and wide trousers, quickly became the trademark of Hattersheim. The Sarotti-Moor was generally accepted as a logo. To avoid accusations of racism, Sarotti changed the company logo in 2004. The Moor became a Sarotti magician with golden skin.

The beautiful open-air swimming pool has been preserved as a leisure facility for the population for over 60 years. However, the Sarotti Moor has disappeared, and the chimney and the former workshop building are reminiscent of the large company. On the small and the large playground as well as on the rose fields there are residential buildings today.

Before I went to sleep in the evenings, after all the incredible experiences, I would end the day with a common prayer with mother and father.

Sarotti chocolate factory in the background the rose fields⁶

⁶ Historical postcard Hattersheim

In the Meadows

In the meadows between Hattersheim and Okriftel, the father-son flying experiences began. It all started with a Captive Plane, a small electric motor driven plane, that only flew around in circles, controlled by cables (up- and down rudder).

The fox hunt was an exciting variant of the Captive Plane. The fox that was to be hunted had an approximately one-meter-long foxtail made of paper at the rear. The second plane, the hunter, had to cut the fox's tail with the propeller after a given time. If this did not work, the fox won. Nevertheless, the Captive Plane and fox hunt did not give us satisfaction due to their restrictive flying abilities. It was the future aircraft, a Piper PA-18, that motivated the development of an RC remote control system. Father became interested in the RC radio control technology at that time. Graupner is probably the brand with the longest tradition among remote controls for models available on the market. The company was already founded in 1930.

From the early 1950s, however, the first mass-produced tube remote controls were not affordable for a young family man like my father, so he built a financially viable remote control himself. Of course, I could not understand the principle of how it worked, but enthusiastically observed his creation, which was as follows:

The high frequency of the radio transmitter was switched on and off via a carrier keyboard. This meant that only a single control command (singlechannel transmitter) could be transmitted. The model was controlled via a so-called command sequence. For example, one tip means left, another tip means neutral position again, the next tip right rudder. Unlike Dad's non-proportional RC, with today's proportional remote controls, the infinitely variable control of any desired setting angle of aileron and elevator rudder is possible.

The newly built Piper PA-18 should be controlled via the rudder, the height only via the engine throttle.

Father's PA-18 was originally an aspired shoulder wing made of balsa wood in planked ribbed struts construction with tail landing gear. The plane was repaired and improved again and again, so it looked more like a Cessna C-150. The fuselage and wings got a core of styrofoam and were covered with balsa wood. An improved nose wheel version served as landing gear.

Father's innovative spirit still impresses me today when I think back to the limitations of that time.

Masses of interested people would gather in the meadows and with enthusiasm watched my father fly his Piper between Hattersheim and Okriftel.

When I was 4 years old and it was time for me to go to the Kindergarten, I was not so enthusiastic about it because my father had laid the foundation and awakened in me the fascination of flying so I wanted to rather fly planes than go to kindergarten.

In the meadows between Hattersheim and Okriftel

Engine run-up