Archive for Features
Precious Stone
AKRON — In the 1970’s, Mary Hruby became a pilot when a lot of women wouldn’t dream of it. It was a joy that she shared with her husband. Then icing over the Sierra Mountains forced them down, and when rescuers finally found the airplane wreckage, the snow had been falling for days. The Sierra Mountains had claimed a life, but miraculously spared two others.
Diving into Marriage
By Rachel Hagenbaugh | ALLIANCE, Ohio. — At first, Warren Swegal is just a dot 10,000 feet in the air. Gradually, the shape of the parachute starts to take form. Sometimes he spins around in a circle, but only for a few seconds. To those on a ground, it seems like a long time. For the […]
Sailcats
It’s a sunny early October day with temperatures in the high 70s. Pilot Bruce Grider preflights the Piper Pawnee towplane and several members of the Fun Country Soaring club at Reader-Botsford Airport in Wellington, Ohio, are preparing sailplanes for flight.
Home Field Advantage
WOOSTER — Mark Scheibe grew up at an airfield. On a clear day from 2,500 feet above, you can still see his childhood home and the heated hangar on the airport that bears his family’s name, Scheibe Field Airport (OI55).
The Old and the Bold
KENT — Some time after the first solo and before becoming licensed, every pilot who has learned how to fly since the 1920s has been warned, “There are old pilots, and there are bold pilots—but there are no old bold pilots.” How then, does one explain Richard Schwabe?
Streets Paved In Gold
RAVENNA, Oh. – Near the end of the war, Peter Graichen frequently heard this phrase as a young boy growing up in Germany. So when the time was right, he packed up, and headed for America’s “streets of gold,” but he only wanted to find the one leading to the nearest airport.
We’ll Save Your (Anonymous) Life
CLEVELAND — Few being airlifted from the scene of an accident will ever know their rescue pilots. And that’s how those in the cockpit prefer it. During the intensity of a mission, the task at hand drives harder than the fear that a person in the back may be a friend or, even worse, a relative.