Oldest grandson, Robby, in plane. |
Unfortunately, we no longer have the luxury of such a large home and the airplane has been dismantled and stored, safe, but unused. Then came the fair and the Clint Black concert. Like his parents before him, Bob could talk to a post, I swear, he never misses a beat when the opportunity arises. A man and his wife started up the grand stand and Bob spotted his jacket. It said Santa Maria Air Museum. It turned out that he was on the board and Bob told him about the plane. I guess Bob had been thinking about approaching the museum in regards to donating the plane so that children visiting the facility could enjoy it. It has bothered both of us that it couldn't be of some use to someone. Well, the man was thrilled, especially after he saw the pictures. It pleases us so much.
We pulled it out of the storage building and started in working on it. Actually, it held up pretty well considering it has been in storage for fifteen years.
So, yesterday Bob commandeered Preston to help with the sanding. It will probably take a month or
so to get it refurbished. It has certainly been a labor of love for Bob and
this will be such an appropriate new home for the little plane. We will have to have a little celebration when it is delivered to the museum. Preston will have to be the first visitor to have his photograph taken "flying." Up, up and away...well...almost.
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