I tried to write this the other morning, but somehow my post got lost. Probably for the better as it was much to long.
My name is John Miller, I'm going to be 58 in less than a month, and I've worked most of my life in construction. I tried my hand at other jobs, but kept coming back to it because of the freedom it allows me to work as hard and as often as I want.
I was born in Salt Lake City while WW2 was raging. I can't remember a time I wasn't interested in planes. Whenever one flew over the small farming town I started out in, most of us little kids would run out on the lawn to see what it was and watch it until it was out of sight.
Back during and right after the war years, Nabisco used to put light card board dividers between layers of their shredded wheat bisquits. They also used to print a sort of airplane glider kit on them that you could cut out, slip together, and go fly them. Those were my first models.
Later I remember many AJ and other gliders eating up all my "bottle" money. Bottle money was what we got by walking up and down the side of the road finding soda bottles and turning them in for the deposit. $.02 each as I recall. If I had a good haul I could buy one of those wire and doped silk rubber jobs imported from a defeated Japan. Anyone remember those? I never got one to fly well, but they were sure colorful.
Kids in the country learned very quickly how to make many of their own toys and I was no exception. I would carve out planes from scraps of wood with my Jacknife. I remember making a few pennies from the other kids by selling the planes to them. Others wound up with a hand carved propellor, being used as a weather vane in the back yard.
Right about the time I started 1st. grade, I saw my first Control Line model fly. we were at the park in Salt Lake City, when a bunch of guys showed up hauling planes and equipment out into an open area. Parents and kids all lined up under the trees to watch as they put up flight after flight. Then a couple of them tied streamers to their tails and launched two up, chasing each other and trying to cut off the streamer with their props. I didn't know it then, but I was watching one of the earliest combat matches ever. 1949 was the year. Some of those very same guys are members of the very club I now belong to. It really is a small world isn't it?
When I was 7, we moved to an Army base where my parents were civilian workers. The Korean war was on and there was work there for them. I got my first real model kit while there, a Strombeker F84 Shooting Star solid. It was a little beyond my abilities to finish, so an older kid helped me out with the finishing. Later when I was almost 9, we moved to Los Angelos. I got a Cox TD3 for Christmas but wouldn't try flying it as I thought it was the most beautiful model I had ever seen and didn't want to crash it. To bad as in a few years, the LA smog really ate up the plastic and it got so brittle that it basically fell apart.
I had a good friend who was two years older than I. One day he brought out a WenMac aluminum flying delta wing. We spent a few days before we could manage to fly it without crashing, but then it was a free for all. We built lots of Scientific "hollow log" kits, Enterprise, and any other kits we could find or afford.
I was 13 when I bought my first "big" plane, a Sterling Mustang. I had a paper route and it took most of the money I made that month to buy it and the McCoy .35 Read Head to power it with. It was so much easier to fly than the 1/2A planes. I already knew how to loop and do lazy eights from the 1/2A's so it wasn't long before I and my buddies were learning the pattern. My buddies and I started a club, we had about 12 members and we flew every weekend at the schoolyard. Some of those early planes will always have a warm spot in my heart for all the fun I got from them. Ringmaster, Yak 9, Super Ringmaster, Whipsaw, Smoothie, T'Bird, and my all time best plane, the one I never crashed, could fly a pattern with that I would love to duplicate today, My Green box Nobler with that same original McCoy in it.
In '62 I went in the Navy and never was able to find the time to build or fly after that. I do have one great modeling memory from my Navy years though, We Pulled in to Kure Japan, on the Island of Hokkaido. It was in August of 1994. The town had not had a US Navy ship visit since the war, and was very Japanese as western influence was slight. The people were friendly and curious about us and treated us very kindly. While walking about the town, I came across a hobby shop and seeing the very engine I wanted for a Shark 45 displayed in the window, well, I went right in.
The shop owner, a very polite and helpful man, who, unfortunatly spoke almost no English, and me with almost no Japanese, were able to communicate none the less. Perhaps because of our common interests. I wound up buying a nice new OS .35 and an Enya .45. As I was trying to leave, I realised that the shop owner was trying to ask me something. He managed to get me to understand that the local CL club was having a contest the next day and he wanted to know if I would like to attend. Of course I said I would be happy to attend. He made sure I knew the time and told me people would be at my ship at 9:00 Am the next morning to take me to their field.
At 9:00 the next day, 3 cars and a motor cycle pulled up on the pier and about a dozen happy Japanese Control Liners were there to show me their field. What a neat day I had. They were great hosts, very proud of their planes which they flew well. Before the day was over though I was involved in a combat match they insisted on, between me and one of their members. I think he let me win though. Afterwards we went to one of their members home for a hanger session. Language really wasn't a barrier. I often wonder about those guys and how they are doing. They made me an honorary member of their club, but over the years I've lost the pin they gave me.
I eventually moved up to Seattle after my military service, then to Alaska for 10 years. I didn't do any modeling until after I left Alaska and moved to Wisconsin. I started back up in 1980. My first plane was a TF Tutor with a Fox .35. Since I lived in Door County, north of Green Bay, there were no other flyers nearby so I did what was done before. Started a club. It was mostly RC oriented and I spent a few years as the club instructor before I decided to join the Milwaukee Circlmasters. I would drive the almost 200 miles to attend the club meeting on Saturday afternoon. I met some great guys, many who still belong to the club and participate in competitions.
Finally going full circle, in the early 90's I moved back to Utah. I came to get a degree in Cad, but found my years of semi independence in construction didn't fit well with the office type environment, so I do Cad for my own enjoyment and continue to work in construction.
Here in this area I'm blessed to have a few very good mentors who give of their time freely and have helped me a lot. I've drawn a few plans, had a few articles published and am just enjoying the sport.
Like others, I found the forums in '95. Such a wealth of information and sharing. Thanks to all for helping to make this one of the greatest hobby/sports there is.
John
PS, sorry, but I think this one is longer than the first one.