While there is nothing special about this photo it does represent a very deep memory for me. My father started this business. It built aircraft hangar doors for airplane hangars. The doors he built were of the very large bi-fold type which form a large canopy over the opening when they are open.
Dad loved aircraft, even more than I love trains. This business allowed him to be with what he loved until the end. My Dad began flying when he enlisted in the Navy in WW2. He became a training pilot, training young pilots how to fly so they could go on to the Pacific and fly off the aircraft carriers. I asked him if he missed not being in the actual combat arena and he used to say the trainer pilots had a higher mortality rate than the combat pilots in the Pacific. I guess the speed that which they had to train was incredible and that could lead to a lot of accidents. He didn't miss action entirely. For some time he flew OS2U Kingfisher seaplanes on anti-submarine patrols in addition to his training duties out of Pensacola. When the war ended he had orders to the Pacific to fly the new P-61 Black Widow night fighters escorting bombers over Japan.
Memorial Day is always special to me as I remember those in my family who have gone before me. I especially think of my Dad who served in WW2 and my Grandfather who served in WW1 as I go through this holiday weekend.
Take care everyone.