EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO KNOW I LEARNED FROM FLYING

EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO KNOW I LEARNED FROM FLYING

"Just watch all you men. I'll show you what a woman can do. I'll go across
 the country, I'll race to the Moon.  I'll never look back."
Helicopter pilot Edna Gardner Whyte - 1931

 

Amelia Earhart

Photo credit - Women Aloft, Time-Life Books

 

When I reflect on the female aviators who came before me the images aren't always the glamorous ones that most non-aviators conjure up.  Take Amelia Earhart - her happily-ever-after character is misleading at best and at worst, actually false. On the surface she was a stunning young woman who married a wealthy man who was able and willing to finance her passion for flight. She flew where she wanted to go, when she wanted to. She did not have to earn a living. Her publicist husband made sure that she had at least as much recognition as she deserved. Like Shirley Temple, she was America's sweetheart.

 

This fairy tale life doesn't really represent the history of women in aviation and that unique profile is not the true story - even for Amelia. Women in aviation prior to 1973 were denied, rebuffed and for the most part, unrecognized. They were relegated to flying jobs that men considered to be too dangerous or too poorly paid.  Many were forced to quit flying and move on to fields where they could at least make a living. Many died

while flying those flights men considered too dangerous.  Most died when there was no basis to believe that women would ever be treated equally in aviation. The history of female aviators is filled with unrecognized bravery, overwhelming prejudice and heartbreaking tragedy.

WOW! I've really painted a pretty grim picture but there is a happy outcome - promise. 

The legacy of women flyer's who actually broke into the world of aviation was truly amazing.

They were pioneer airwomen who worked at every type of flying - barnstorming, stunt flying, cross-country

racing, setting endurance and altitude records, flight instruction - everything except airline flying.  Those big paying jobs were reserved for the men.

 

Daredevils, risk-takers all, the names of the women who made it are now mostly forgotten.  It is a rich inspiring history of spirited individuals full of curiosity, passion. inner strength, the joy of accomplishment and a  sense of the sheer beauty of flight.  But today, when people think of female pilots, the only names that seem to come to mind are Amelia Earhart and Goldfinger's Pussy Galore.

 

For me the pioneering "aviatrix" embodied life itself. Their dreams were played out in real time. Their passions led them to face each new challenge with guts and gusto.  They lived the here-and-now, not waiting for someday knowing that illusive day might not ever come. They were exceptional women with full, complex and exceptional lives. They embodied characteristics that I realized I need to juggle a complex, successful and full life as a woman. The resourcefulness and courage they harnessed to master the skies was as much a part of their indomitable character as the flying itself.

These women didn't just break sound barriers; they blazed a trail for those of us who followed both in aviation and in life. They didn't set out to show any of us that you could "have it all". They simply wanted to do something that had never been done, so they had to buck systems, rules and all sorts of other obstacles to attain it. And by doing so they left a legacy of lessons that can guide and inspire men and women today.

They made flying a metaphor for life because it was full of risks and the unknown.  It was exhilarating and uncharted territory, a place where unexpected beauty was as often part of the scenery as was unexpected danger. Today flying is predictable yet unpredictable, beautiful and - in rare moments - cruel.
I became an airline pilot in March of 1973 and today, I also have two grown children, a husband and a home. Having all this, negotiating in a man's world, fighting to the top, where the few women there were all vying for the same places, took skill, humor, determination, optimism and passion.

And there you have it -  how I learned everything I needed to know about having a full life from flying and in my next few blogs I'd like to share some of the fascinating stories about these pioneer aviators with you.

Perhaps you too will learn something new about navigating your own life.



 

 



                                            CHILDLIKE CURIOSITY THAT LASTS

My daughter was only five years old when she joined me on one of my scheduled trips.
The 2 1/2 hour flight to the island of Bermuda, a jeweled oasis in the unforgiving waters of the Atlantic Ocean, was flawless -  sun gleaming and smooth air. The passengers sat in armchair comfort, munching and snoozing, having no thoughts of the goings-on beyond the cabin. Britt however, her little button nose pressed up against the porthole window was captivated by her fluffy companions, puffs of clouds floating in harmony around the Boeing 757 like rows of apple trees flush with spring blossoms. Their fanciful forms fascinated her.

Fifteen years later, and still fascinated with skyscapes, Britt took this photo while returning
home from her college graduation trip to the Far East with friends. She accompanied the photo with this wonderful quote from Alain de Botton's book The Art of Travel.

"The planes engines show none of the effort required to take us to this place. They hang there in the inconceivable cold, patiently and invisibly powering the craft, their sole request, painted on their inner flanks in red letters, being that we do not walk on them and that we feed them "oil only: D50TFI-S4", a message for a forthcoming set of men in overalls, 4000 miles away and still asleep.

There is not much talk about the clouds that are visible up here. No one seems to think it remarkable that somewhere above an ocean we are flying past a vast white candy-floss island that would have made a perfect seat for an angel or even God himself in a painting
by Piero della Francesca. In the cabin, no one stands up to announce with requisite emphasis that if we look out the window, we will see that we are flying over a cloud, a matter
that would have detained Leonardo and Poussin, Claude and Constable.

When scrutinised, our airborne companions outside the window do not look as we might expect them to. In paintings and from the ground, they appear to be horizontal ovoids, but up here they resemble giant obelisks made of piles of unsteady shaving foam.
Their kinship with steam becomes clearer: they seem more volatile, perhaps the product of something that has just exploded and is still mutating. It remains perplexing that it should be impossible to sit on one."

           This photo and quote sits beside my computer where I work most days.

Not only do I love my gift and the thought that my daughter was thinking of me while crossing the globe at 30,000 feet with her friends but it also inspires me each time I

look at it to keep finding the childlike curiosity in myself - even at my age!

 

Ready for Takeoff!

Hi I'm Bonnie Tiburzi Caputo and I've decided to write a blog . How fun will this be.  I am a retired Captain from a major commercial airline and if you are over the age of 50 you have probably flown
with me. I hope you'll join me while I explore the bloggersphere and will find my blog inspirational, fun and a great ride. So buckle up!