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Captain Ed Chandler

Vicki and Dave Case

Dennis OīConnor

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BRITT CARLSSON
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Jack Goldīs daughter



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George Flavellīs daughter


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RUTH WEDELICH


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LORE PATTERSON

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. Best regards, JoAnne

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

(Maurice) Salomonsky

(gone now), alerting me to the town of Cincinnati's crowning of the pork queen.
From

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

Les 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!).
Overshooting with

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 Christmas
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 him. 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
about 

Brick and Mary Bradford

and a few more thoughts. David Bradford

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

Jesse Williams

-- thanks, Jesse -- I had that girl for 20 years) without using the clutch.
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 Ras Nielsen
He and

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, ha ha). 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.

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A Present from Peking by ONA pilot David Lampard

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

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