Infusion of Soul at Old Rhinebeck Aerodrome at the Half-Century Mark

It had somehow appeared tattered andHerb Gregory, a former Navy pilot and another retired
weathered-and lifeless. The closed metal gates at theAmerican Airlines captain who had flown the 727, the
entrance to the dirt-and-grass parking lot impeded757, the 767, and the MD-11, had been found turning a
vehicle entrance. The chain extended across thewrench on an OX-5 engine in one of the hangars.
covered, wooden footbridge, gateway to the grassNow in his third year at Old Rhinebeck, he had set his
airfield and time portal to the barnstorming era ofsights on flying its pioneer aircraft, but had been unable
aviation, sported a simple sign: "Sorry. We're Closed."to do so because of the medical certificate which had
Having made numerous trips here over the years, Ilapsed since his 1999 airline industry retirement.
remember it when it had taken on life, its arteriesIndeed, Old Rhinebeck had represented aviation's
pumped by the sound of rotary engines; the smell oforigins and it had been the location to which airline
castor oil; the aromas of hamburgers cooking on theindustry employees had seemed to return after their
canteen's grill; the characters, such as the Black Baroncareers in "modern" aviation, resulting in a full cycle.
and Trudy Truelove; the mock dogfights of theOld Rhinebeck had been staffed by a full-time
biplanes; and the roar of the audience, for whom it hadsecretary and its Chief Pilot and Mechanic, Bill Gordon,
all been orchestrated. Now, there had been onlythroughout the winter, during which time he, along with
silence.a skeleton staff of two or three, had succeeded in
The small pond, like a sheet of glass, reflected theproviding much-need restoration of the Fokker D.VII,
name of this magical place painted on the rear, graythe Sopwith Camel, and the Sopwith Dolphin.
metal-covered wall of the Curtiss hangar: "OldThe rolling grass field, newly mowed and appearing
Rhinebeck Aerodrome."velvet-green, gleamed under the noon-approaching sun,
It is early morning, on June 6, 2009, and the sun,the aerodrome's north-south and only "runway,"
triumphantly piercing the gray strata, thresholds aseemingly waiting for use. It would not be long now.
warm, beautiful day. Paradoxically, that day thresholdsAircraft, orchestratedly tugged, lifted, and pushed by
a new season.the ground crew volunteers, emerged from the
Like a lifeless body, awakening from a long winter andaerodrome's many hangars, locations of their winter
a soggy spring, the aerodrome needed an infusion ofhibernations and, alas, the area immediately beyond the
soul to resurrect it. And that infusion slowly began tofrail fence had provided the purpose for which it had
occur: one by one, the staff members, volunteers, andbeen intended: an aircraft-cradling flight line. The New
pilots arrived. This had been the way that theStandard D-25 had been the first to be "awakened"
comatose airfield had been brought back to life everyfor the summer.
year, except that the June 6 date had marked itsThe collective sounds of activity and voices broke the
half-century milestone.silence experienced during my earlier arrival, as the
The yellow-and-white, striped tent, assembled next toNew Standard had been washed and prepared. It
the snack stand, had provided the meeting point of thewould certainly not be long now.
team, cohesively bonded by the mandatory, annualShortly after, the first of the season's patrons, in the
safety briefing given by Tom Daley, Old Rhinebeckform of a child-holding family, filtered through the
Aerodrome board member, retired police helicopteraerodrome's time portal, and the antique cars,
pilot, and professor at Dowling College on Long Island.periodically belching smoke, rendezvoused with them
Assembled under the canopy had been two distinctand drove them down the grass field. For the children,
groups: the young, aspiring members who had beenit had been the ride of their lifetimes. I would hazard a
about to embark on their aviation careers, and theguess that their parents had shared some of those
mature members who had mostly traveled that careeremotions.
path, united by the torch passed from the latter to theBut the greatest sign of life, and one which could not
former and the interest in and enthusiasm for earlybe heard at any other airport in the world, had been
aviation, which had produced the collective spirit. Thatthe first sputter of the D-25's 220-hp Continental
spirit, more than the aircraft's engines, had been theengine, which filled its cylinders with air and took its first
propelling force behind it all.breath in months, as if it had been a new-born.
Part of that cohesion had emanated from theThe definitive sight-and-sound verification of Old
aerodrome's mission statement, which had beenRhinebeck's emergence from winter had occurred
reviewed as "to educate the public on early aviation'swhen the five-seat New Standard, still only occupied
spirit, sights, sounds, smells, period dress, and evolution.by its pilot, taxied to the north end of the field and
We do this," it had continued to purport, "throughunleashed a throaty roar into the air as a result of its
interpretation, display, and operation of aircraft andfull throttle advancement, disengaging itself from the
vehicles built or designed from the beginning ofground and climbing skyward. In order to retain
powered flight through pre-World War II. Our corecurrency, pilots had to make three take offs and
values are safety and customer satisfaction."landings to a full stop every 90 days.
Old Rhinebeck Aerodrome's collective spirit had beenI looked round, torched by the high-noon sun. The
comprised of numerous, individual spirits.Bleriot XI, the Avro 504K, and the Great Lakes had
Joe O'Connor, for example, an American Airlines pilotbeen removed from their own winter hibernations, now
since 1986 and currently rated on the Airbus A-300,sharing the sun with me. The ground crew had
had just entered his second year at the aerodromededicatedly engaged in its aircraft servicing and fueling
and had been involved with ground operations-namely,pursuits. A considerable number of people had been
aircraft repositioning, cleaning, fueling, and field safety.attracted to the admission-free, pre-season event and
Although scheduling conflicts had precluded him fromnow littered the field, admiring the aircraft and peering
flying any of the aircraft in the collection, he had beeninto the hangars. Another family had been transported
contemplating the transition to flight operations and hadby an antique car. The gift shop's door, for the first
hoped to be checked out on its pioneer designs, suchtime in months, had been ajar. The D-25 side-slipped
as the Bleriot XI, the Curtiss D Pusher, and the Hanriot.on to the grass, carrying passengers.
"Where else in the world can you fly aircraft likeOld Rhinebeck Aerodrome had once again been alive,
these!" he had enthusiastically exclaimed.infused by the soul which gives life to any "body" and
Hugh Schoelzel, Old Rhinebeck Airshows president,one which had reached its 50th birthday. Cole Palen,
had an extensive aviation career, having been in theindeed, would have been proud of what he had
Air Force and having flown all of the Boeing pure-jets"fathered."
designs, from the 707 to the 767, during his 37-yearOne week from now, the 2009 season will have
tenure at TWA and American. He currently flies thebegun...
Piper J5.