Guys and dolls at ONA
by JoAnn Scott
HEY HEY ONA!
After the Alameda/Oakland office was slated
for closure and the base was being moved to
Warner Robbins -- I was offered a place there.
Didn't think I could do that and instead
took a job (seasonal) with Delta in SF.
Got married in '75, worked for TIA
(became Transamerica) for the Director of
Training and kept the FAA happy by keeping
600 records in shape and knowing what
they wanted in their coffee. When the
records "swat" team came in, we made
out fine. Made many good friends,
some I'm still in touch with.
In 1989, after the big earthquake I had a
bad medical issue and separation
(separation 1st, earthquake 2nd,
diagnosis 3rd) -- overall an interesting
and challenging year! Moved back east
to be near my ailing Mom in 2000 and
stayed until 2005. I've been in
Arizona since summer of 2005.
I've just had a great conversation with
Ed Chandler --
who I found out lives here in the area. So, I thought
it would be a good idea to send this back to you and
let the laughs commence. I'm hopefully going to meet
Ed in between his Mason work for coffee and have a
few more laughs.
ONA/Alameda and North Field Oakland
I was so happy and at the same time, so sad as I
looked over the website and thank you for your
efforts to connect the old crews and ground people.
The pictures and memorials gave me a few hours of
great memories of the crews and the many stories
I can still tell from those times.
Peter Rowland, DC-9 Chief Pilot, was my working
chief in the little satellite office first on
Alameda Naval Air Station, then at North Field,
Oakland, CA. I can recall the marines saluting
me at NGZ as I drove to work. When we moved to
the North Field, we were just a few buildings
away from Saturn and TransAmerica. Pete was a
working chief and later
Jesse Williams became
the Assistant Chief. The company operated
DC-9 30 series QuickTrans contract from
Alameda Navy to Indianapolis to Navy Norfolk.
I can remember travelling home to the Tidewater
area in Virginia for the weekend (when Pete was
in town) to visit my family.
I handled crew records, interline passes for
family members (remember the great flights
on AirCal to Palm Springs), would look over
grievances and call
Richard Hockman to tell
him whether they were legit or not, ha ha.
And, obliged other crews from Saturn, World,
and TIA (TransAmerica later) if they needed
a deadhead seat. I remember when Wright
Patterson came about and the baby 8s from
Eastern were being overhauled. I'd get a
call from Wilmington asking me to meet the
plane for a subservice for United to Hawaii
-- the plane was dry and, of course, I was
the runner! We'd land, rent one room and
head for the beach. The ops folks there
were great. I can remember typing live
with Wilmington on the Telex with
Salomonsky (gone now), alerting me to the
town of Cincinnati's crowning of the
Dennis O'Connor calling collect,
always announcing himself as "Colonel"
or "Brigadier General" O'Brien, every call
a different title -- they were all
characters. When they set up the base in
Macon, GA, I recall one of our guys, young
F/O Bill Gregory, getting into a little
trouble in a roadhouse. Of course, Pete
could always fix any problems that came
up, but kept a notebook that read
"In case of my demise, please DESTROY."
Brick Bradford calling in after a upgrade
prof check, needing a few days off . . .
had us in stitches. He announced that
he was picking up some Johnny Walker and
going home, after a rest, to his "bride"
Mary. I also remember
Starkloff coming into
town, making sure we were working hard.
And, every now and then we see Mr. Ferris!
Who could ever forget those really good times.
I saw where
Sy Weiner had passed away. I remember
him contesting crew hours one time -- and
Ferris asked me to investigate all the records
and get back to him. I was such a kid -- and was
a little intimidated over what I would find.
Mr. Ferris made it clear he wanted it resolved
quickly -- nothing like pressure. Well, Sy was
owed the discrepancy and I sent a 3 page "why
he should get it" letter to NY. When Mr. Ferris
received it, he called me right away.
In his restrained, calm approach, he announced
himself, "JoAnne, this is Mr. Ferris" and then
said he was calling about the pay discrepancy
and that he had just received it. There was an
unbearable pause and he thanked me for the good
work, saying they would be cutting Sy a check
that day and, would I be so kind as to call
the good Captain and tell him "he won."
I saw where
Gene Kirschenbaum has also left us
-- he was a character who forgot everything and
was a little hard of hearing from flying the Hercs
for so long (and the Electras). One night I got a
call from Macon (the Warner Robbins domicile).
It was about midnight. It was a call from the
Macon Hilton (crew hotel) saying that they had
Captain Kirschenbaum there and he was checking
out, but had no money to pay for his stay,
ha ha. He had forgotten his Captain's checkbook!
Warner Robins January 1975
Captain Gene Kirschenbaum, January 1975
Gene Kirschenbaum and Bob Boettcher,
Spring 1975. Taken at Patrick Air
Force Base, FL
ONA Cargo July 1976
So I had to pledge my 1st child that the bill
would be handled and off he went!! He was a great,
sweet man and I'm sure so missed.
I've been so reminiscing about the group and have
lots of memories . . . don't know if the law of
limitations will cover some of them (Like flying
left seat on the Electric from 22K to 2K with
the runway in sight!).
Dave Case and Bill Gregory
coming into Indianapolis -- and those two crazies
taking it nose down to make up for it. I'm sure
they did it just to scare me, ha ha. Or flying
so close to Rushmore that the stall warning light
came on and I heard "pull up" way too many times!
From Maggie Lloyd Zeibakīs photo collections
Dara Young, Bill and
Jane Gregory 1976
I've run into
Dave and Vicki Case a couple of
times over the years when I visited Alameda.
And via the site, have truly enjoyed his
Maverick . . .
Or, coming into Indianapolis (which they all
used to call "Indian NO Place") with class A
on board, fire alarms sounding, and the CAB
meeting us in the hot spot area of the field.
There we waited on the ground for 8 hours with
WALLY (a behemoth of a guy), the station
manager, sleeping (hungover) on the long
tables there, waiting to be reloaded after
the false alarm. Oh my goodness.
Going in for a show at Navy Norfolk, waiting
at the crew hotel with
Captain Dave Lampard,
our leader that day -- after the walk around,
in his most British voice, announced that the
plane was grounded, as it was "pissing oil"
and he would not fly it. He's gone, but was a
swarthy, clever, funny, Richard Burton type
of man that really commanded everyone's
attention. Those were the days of "braless"
crusaders. Lampard took to calling all women,
Tits McGurk! His writing was as entertaining
as he was (minus the accent). We so enjoyed
To me, they were all gods -- steady, fearless,
ex-mercenaries -- brave and complicated.
And in the cockpit, they operated with
professionalism and great confidence
(not counting the nose down story earlier).
I always looked forward to seeing what type
of notes (after I found out about them) in
the trim -- I so miss those days.
I wrote to David Bradford
Brick and Mary Bradford
and a few more thoughts.
Brick Bradford RIP
Brick and the other guys were just gods
to me. Brick was confident, the ultimate
professional and could tell stories that
would keep us all in stitches --
especially after performing proficiency
and upgrade flights with the more junior
guys. I can recall him telling us that
he was done for the week and had to go
home to his bride (Mary -- a name, she
told me, he still calls her)! I used to
go to their house for BBQs -- and am
sure I met David at one time or the other.
On a weekend, I was deadheading back to
the east coast, where my family lived,
and gave Brick a ride to Travis AFB.
He taught me how to drive my 4-speed VW
(my 2nd one that I bought from
Williams -- thanks, Jesse -- I had that
girl for 20 years) without using the
Left - to- Right,
The gentleman with the necktie is Captain
Bill Rakowski, AirCal/American pilot,
Ron Hart, Ron Wilson, Carl Von Doymi
and Tom Kennan from ONA at Jim Hamiltonīs
funeral - photo courtesy Captain
Carl Von Doymi were racing formula
Vs at the time and would slip those little
cars into the belly for transport
(I think no one will care about that now,
Years ago, I ran into Von Doymi. I was
flying from Norfolk to San Francisco with
a change in Nashville. As usual, there
were thunderstorms and we were notified
that we'd have to "sit" until the storm
passed before proceeding safely on to SF.
The flight attendant announced the name
of our captain -- and I just knew there
couldn't be another Captain Von Doymi
anywhere on the planet. She led me to
the cockpit so I could say hello. Carl
did not recognize me at all -- and was
talking to me like I was a 3rd person!
When I told him -- CARL, IT'S ME. He did
a double take and said,
"Did you dye your hair?"
By then, my hair had turned white/blonde.
After a great little visit -- he kept the
cocktails coming and came back and talked
some more. Brick's son wrote to me and
told me that he had raced with Carl
in the old days (thanks, David).
Like I said -- these guys were gods to me
-- smart, funny, needy, self reliant,
always reading something -- never lost for
words -- a family.
BUY IT HERE!
A Present from Peking
by ONA pilot
Garden City, NY, Doubleday & Company,
Inc. 1965. ONAīs Lampard tells the
story of an American aviator who gets
entangled in the war between Chian
Kai-Shek's Nationalists and Mao's
Communists in 1940s China.
Photo courtesy Maggie Zeibak
A Present from Peking by ONA pilot
David Lampard - published 1965
MISS ONA JULY
A beloved colleague
ANNA-LIISA WALLIN RIP
MISS ONA AUGUST
MAGGIE LLOYD ZEIBAK
MISS ONA NOVEMBER
LILLEMOR OSTLUND GARSTEN
AND ROSEMARIE NEUBER
MISS ONA DECEMBER
KARIN BAARDSEN EVENSEN
ONA F/A SENIORITY 1966