A Honeymoon memory
On the first anniversary of my
honeymoon (a six-week automobile drive through the eastern states to
New York from Memphis) we boarded a DC3 at the Memphis airport at 7 pm
on August 18, 1941.
Dinner was served shortly and, at about 7 pm, our berths were prepared for our bedding down.
Through the night we refueled at various airports. I seem to remember that we flew at about 8500 feet and at a maximum speed of 250 mph; we stopped frequently (Nashville, Knoxville, Ashville, etc) for refueling.
We were awakened at six the next morning (Philadelphia?) where breakfast was taken on; then, an hour later, we landed at Newark (?).
When one experiences riding in the cattle cars of today, it make us long for the time when we were dressed to the nines with hat, gloves and high heels. What elegance; oh, would those times come again!"
- Jamie Daniel
Dinner was served shortly and, at about 7 pm, our berths were prepared for our bedding down.
Through the night we refueled at various airports. I seem to remember that we flew at about 8500 feet and at a maximum speed of 250 mph; we stopped frequently (Nashville, Knoxville, Ashville, etc) for refueling.
We were awakened at six the next morning (Philadelphia?) where breakfast was taken on; then, an hour later, we landed at Newark (?).
When one experiences riding in the cattle cars of today, it make us long for the time when we were dressed to the nines with hat, gloves and high heels. What elegance; oh, would those times come again!"
- Jamie Daniel