Leah made her first airplane flight in 1939 at the age of thirteen. (The plane was an Aeronca Champ, but we won't hold that against her.) The place was Suffolk Airport on Long Island -- more of a sand field than a turf one, she explains. Nor was there a runway: you just took off and landed into the wind. (This was fairly standard airport design at the time.)
Then came World War II, and civilian traffic in the New York area was grounded. So Leah wasn't able to solo at sixteen, as she had hoped and planned. That great moment was deferred to August 8, 1946, and the airplane of course was a J-3 Cub.
That same night, Leah (she was then called Mae) took the train to Lock Haven, Pennsylvania, and the very next day she went to work at Piper Aircraft as a cost accountant. "I started screaming, 'I didn't come out here to fly a desk'," she says, and Piper obediently put her on the second shift as a time keeper. "I'd work till midnight," she recalls, "then go home and get four or five hours sleep, and out to the airport for flying."
As a member of the company's Cub Club, she could rent a J-3 for $2 an hour. "The instructor was another fifty cents or so, depending on who I had," she says. That would be a bit more thant $5 today.
One of Leah's great memories is the night they worked overtime so as to turn out 35 Piper Cubs in one day, a plant record. "Of course we were sowing the seeds of our own demise," she says. The market was soon flooded with lightplanes, and Leah was laid off on August 4, 1947.
She was still a student pilot, but she stayed on at Lock Haven as a paid-up member of the Cub Club, and on October 10 she got her license. For the next year or two she was an occasional ferry pilot for Piper, delivering aircraft and picking up other ferry pilots after their deliveries. Here she is with what looks like a PA-11 Cub Special:
"It didn't last very long," she says now, "but it seemed like ages."
The interview didn't last long, either, because I was due back to Hampton by 11 a.m. I propped Zero Six Hotel and jumped in. Leah pulled the right chock, her son pulled the left chock, and I headed off, happy as could be. It was a splendid flight up to Biddeford, and it was a privilege to meet one of the original Piper crew.
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