Often the thing which binds us and holds us in times of trial are the memories we build over the years. This volume is, perhaps, a tickle to the memories we hold of times past when we gathered rejoicing the memory of times past and built new memories for the times yet to be. Memories build for the times of trial which always seem to inevitably intrude on the lives of all. I hope this book will bring forth some of these pleasant memories of Christmas past. Not quite the ghost of Christmas past that Dickens wrote of, but still the ghost of our Christmases past. In the words of Tiny Tim may “God bless us! Every one!”
I grew up in small town America. My first exposure to flying was on an old DC-3 in the late 50's. Being fascinated by electronics and later computers eventually led to work in an avionics shop which led back to flying. Fate and medical problems eventually led back to computers, but aviation will always be my first passion. I hope you enjoy some of my memories of those years.