The NetLetter #1113

Jack Stephens sends us this comment. Hello NetLetter Team....the new format is clear and an easy read!

Nice to see my article on the Western Canada Av. Museum, 360 video tour. Appreciate your efforts in helping all of us at www.vickersviscount.net compile the history and keep alive the memory of this vintage turbo-prop.

Sincerely,

Jack Stephens Calgary, AB

Mike Power sends this memory prompted by the photo in NetLetter nr 1112 -

Oh what memories these pictures bring back - I was with Aer Lingus at that time and was on the ramp when the first T.C.A.flight arrived - the body looked like a DC 4 with the noisiest engines anyone had ever heard.! Those Canadians, Hal Baxter, Jim Allen, Gordie Ghent, etc. were a great group and it was a pleasure working with them as we in Aer Lingus were their handling agents.

I left Shannon in Sept. 1950, bound for Canada and a career in T.C.A./AIR CANADA which began in Jan. 1951. Wonderful years and lasting memories.

Regards - Mike Power.

Warwick Beadle spotted our error in the title for Canadian -

Wanted to comment of the use of the > symbol when talking about Canadian. The use of > was never permitted in the printed word. I think I still have a copy of the logo manual around somewhere. It was only intended to be used on the aircraft as a logo.

IF it was ever used in print, the faced to the right and not as shown in the newsletter. Perhaps someone else can comment.

Cheers,

Warwick Beadle

(Our response was that we were aware of our error and that the was also in printed form i.e. letterheads for the "Flyer" magazine - eds)

The following is extracted from the monthly Newsletter issuedby the U.K. Pionairs #215 dated March 2010

Anniversary of the " Cabbage Patch Incident" - 6th November 1963

Yvonne Peel emailed in to say:

"I was interested to read about the DC8 that crashed in the Cabbage Patch Incident, and the subsequent crash in l967,because no sooner had I started flying in l969, the same week another DC8 crashed on landing in a Toronto stopover on its way to Los Angeles, killing everyone on board. Apparently the two British pilots were arguing (never really did find out if that was true), but anyway, it was not pleasant. The DC8 was such a beautiful aircraft, and it was my favourite for quite a long time. You really felt as if you were flying; not like today when you feel very little. And it was ever so noisy!

Mind you, it was so exciting to be a young stewardess then(sounded much more glamorous than flight attendant).

Those were the days! Still I managed 3l years and saw plenty of changes on the way, I can tell you."

Thanks for that Yvonne.

Staying with the Cabbage Patch theme, Roy Novell, now working for Virgin Atlantic Airlines, contacted us regarding the plaque that Archie Furzer queried in a previous newsletter which was given to Air Canada by the Army Regiment. Roy says it was in a drawer in the Aircraft maintenance Department at LHR. Roy says this piece of track is mounted on a piece of stained wood with a hanging chain.

Thanks for that Roy.

Can anyone out there confirm if it is still in that drawer?

The Cabbage Patch feature certainly brought back memories for Glyn Lovell, who emailed us as follows:

I was phoned by my sister-in-law who had heard a newsflash advising that one of our aircraft was down. I dashed to the airport as fast as I could. As a mere sales type, I had no airport experience to offer, but I was seized upon by the Airport commandant and charged with accounting for all the passengers. He was anxious to re-open the airport, but would not withdraw the emergency vehicles to be available for other contingencies until it was certain that every one of our passengers was away from the site.

Some were in Hillingdon hospital, some seemingly non-plussed, thoroughly enjoying a meal in the restaurant, and some milling around the concourse.

I will never forget a tweed-clad English lady, covered in mud up to her knees asking "Young man, when are you sending another aircraft for us?"

Next day, two little incidents stand out! The contents of bags torn open on the impact, were laid out on blankets, and passengers shuffled wordlessly around them looking for any belongings.The tension was broken when an exceedingly attractive young lady pounced and waving the skimpy garment cried "Look everybody - my panties!" Then I recall being terribly embarrassed by a middle-aged lady in Hillingdon Hospital asking me if I would contact her friend and ask her to bring in her girdle when she came to visit!

Oh dear, what one has to do in the line of duty!

Thanks very much for that Glyn.