Time. I have discussed time here before. We never have enough of it. It seems to fly when we are in fact having fun. Memories fade with time, like the color of a photograph that sits in a drawer, waiting & hoping to be seen again, before it vanishes. I submit for your consideration that time can be stopped or at least slowed down quite substantially. No there is no DMC DeLorean with a Mr. Fusion tucked away in Building 53. Yet we can travel back in time, at least to a moment. Photography is the time machine that I speak of. The capture of an image freezes time as long as that image survives. While it is around the collective conscience can be transported back to a moment.
The many volunteers that have touched the Corsair, have stopped time. Either to ham it up or to document a special occasion, people like to gather in front of `ole 92460 and snap the shutter. We will look back at some of those faces and just for a moment travel back in time.
The retrospective begins with the pair of intrepid Sikorsky Skycrane pilots who brought the Corsair from Floyd Bennett Field to the then KBDR / Bridgeport Municipal Airport. At this moment their names are lost to history.
After the plane was brought over to Romeo A. Lalli’s repair shop to be readied for the pole, the crew took a moment to record their accomplishment on film. Mr. Romeo Lalli can be seen at the center back row.
On the day the plane was officially unveiled to the public there was a group photo taken.
At this time several of the people present are unknown.
**UPDATE** Jerry O’Neil has provided a phot from the day the Corsair was removed from the pole.
As parts have been removed our team has posed with some of the larger sections. As a team we share the big moments. We are a crew. Not to make it sound trite but we are a band of brothers.
To be involved with this project, for everyone involved with this project, We have a shared bond that can only be experienced if you are involved. It was said best in William Shakespeare’s Henry V:
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
To become a volunteer means you don’t get paid in cash. Thats not a comment on what you are worth, because every man and woman that has been involved is priceless and irreplaceable. Our memories are shared. Our goal is good. Our course will not be altered. All we need is time to make it come true.