My First Airplane Ride

 

I was five, my sister was two, and mother was frightened, so it was just father and I going up, up, up in the pontoon prop plane in Bemidji, Minnesota.  I remember how excited father and I were to roar over the water, and then up, up, up over Lake Bemidji.  I have loved flying ever since.

 

After that the concrete statues of lumberjack Paul Bunyan, big as a mountain and strong as a grizzly bear, and his gigantic blue ox Babe seemed like small potatoes.

 Caption:  My First Airplane Ride In A Pontoon Prop Plane

composite by Annmarie Throckmorton 2018.jpg

 

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