Sunday, June 16, 2013

My Father, The Pilot

by Monique Parsons

 
Photo Courtesy:  Parsons Family Photograph 
Louis Parsons in his late teens, circa 1946, standing beside an Aeronca Champion airplane, a typical trainer plane for aspiring post-war private pilots.



Sunday, June 16, 2013 

By Monique Parsons 


My dad was a mild-mannered guy. Never bragged. Hated sports. Mom won the arguments. He was an avocado farmer near Santa Barbara, but "dad" was his number one job.

He read me bedtime stories, never missed a piano recital or a family dinner. And he played it safe: Dad's idea of adventure was driving his Ford Taurus to town without the wiper fluid filled to the top.

But dad watched the skies. He knew every plane that flew over. He'd been a pilot before I was born; built a little airport on the farm, in fact. Sometimes movie stars would land there on their way up to Santa Barbara. But for most of my childhood, cobwebs filled the hangars. I used the runway as a bike path.

"Then I was 17 when I got my private pilot's license," my dad explained, "which is the youngest you can go, then I was 18 when I got my commercial, which is the youngest you can do."

It was hard to picture him in a cockpit. I'd seen Top Gun; I knew what great pilots looked like. But when he was in his 70s, I got him talking.

"I got my airline transport rating, you had to be 25 and I was 25 when I got that..."

Turns out he'd mastered the controls of dozens of planes. He has piloted a single-engine Bonanza across America at age 17 and taught soldiers to fly helicopters. He also flew bombers, converted into tankers, to fight Southern California wildfires.

"With the B25 we'd get down about 40 feet above the ground. Yeah, oh sure," he told me.

"How close to the fire would you get?" I asked. "That sounds like really dangerous work!"

"Maybe a wingspan, let's say less than 100 feet from the flames."

This was my unassuming dad!

"I have been scared crossing the street, and I'm not joking," he said. "I've been scared on roller coasters, I've been scared on elevators, but I've never been scared in an airplane."

Dad died not long ago. We hired a pilot to scatter his ashes over the farm.

I'll always remember that little plane coming over the mountain, with dad inside.

I never saw my dad pilot a plane. But parenting can be a scary business too, and I think Louis Parsons approached fatherhood like the pilot he was, like he was making a tricky landing on a downhill runway with trees all around. He gave it all he had, and he was never afraid.

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