Was dad a pilot?

With Father’s Day on Sunday, it’s time to say thanks to all the flying dads out there. Some of us might never have taken to the air if it weren’t that man who put us in the right seat and let us take the controls. But as I didn’t have a flying dad–nobody in my family is or was a pilot–I’m going to ask you all, the Flight Training blog readers, to share stories of your pilot dad. Speaking of flying with a pilot dad, the little fella in the right seat is Ferdinand J. Mack, one of your Pilot Information Center specialists, with his father, Ferdinand J. Mack Sr.

Email me at jill.tallman@aopa.orgĀ and tell me about your flying dad. If you put “dad” in the subject line, that would help me a lot. Photos especially welcome. I’ll compile your responses and put them in a blog post to be published sometime next week. In the meantime, Happy Father’s Day!–Jill W. Tallman

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One Response to “Was dad a pilot?”

  1. Angel Olea says:

    I Heard somewhere that we choose our parents. I choose mine. My father was a corporate pilot for more than 50 years.
    I have been around airplanes since I was 6 months old. Grew around them all my life, I’ve done everything, clean them, wash them, tow them, wrote logbooks at 15, you name it.
    I remember as a child climbing in airplanes, smell the interior, touch the paint job, and visiting the hangar where a friend of my father kept a Fleet, I just loved the plane.
    I just always knew what I wanted to do. Become a pilot.
    Began to fly at 15 years old, got my Private at 18 (unfortunately Mexico in the 60′s did not allow minors to fly)my Commercial at 20, and my ATP at 24, and after 13 000 hrs. And 43 years, (11 000 of them in all kind of jets) of flying, my doughter and my son began ground school. I am also a proud owner of a Cessna 150 – 150hp. Thank God to have a father who was a pilot.
    I have also a brother he is an Airbus 320 retired captain, two uncles, three cousins and a skydiver sister.
    But my mother is the real hero in this story, near also to airplanes since she was 15 in a small town called Zihuatanejo (my parents met there but this was another story worth write about later) She was a ticket salesgirl, dispatcher, supervisor and weather girl for the company (now Aeromexico). Never got a license but I saw her flying and she was good! She never said anything but her smile when she saw me around planes and a hug and a kiss when I decided to become a pilot, was all I needed.
    Thanks for let me write a small part of my life in aviation.
    A friend.
    Angel.

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