This will be the last installment of “My Cousin” stories that will tie it all together……maybe. We grew up in north New Jersey. When I was around 10 my father got a job in south Jersey. I would only see my cousin at family functions and we were not close. As life moved on my dream of being a pilot faded as they say life got in the way. My cousin never let his dream die. As I pursued R/C airplanes he pursued flying for real. At some point his parents moved to south ‘Jersey so his Mom could be near my Mom, the only surviving siblings in their family. For about 20 years I would tend to his mom and dad; I.E. my aunt and uncle. Anything they needed done at their house I would take care of. If one was in the hospital or physical rehab I would visit every day and take care of whatever the other needed. In winter my mom and dad would go to Florida for a few months. Every Saturday night while my parents were in Florida my late wife and I would take my aunt and uncle to dinner. During this time my cousin and I grew close and he appreciated me looking after his parents. Honestly I never thought much about it. When my life settled down he started encouraging me to get my pilot’s license. My cousin is not an instructor but a very accomplished pilot flying a Pitts, Aeronca Champ and Comanche. My hardest part of learning to fly was landing, I just did not get it. After each lesson he would call me to see how I was doing. If I wasn’t getting something he would say, “see you in an hour” and hang up. In an hour the Cherokee would be coming in for a landing. After the prop stopped there was no greeting or even a hello, just “get in the @#& airplane”. He worked with me many weekends until I finally got the landing nailed. Each person has a different way of teaching and between my instructor and cousin it all came together. After 62 hours and exactly 1 year to the day from my first lesson I got my license. After that I was renting Warriors and Archers and one day he called and said his usual “see you in an hour”. I thought it was just a visit and when the prop stopped and the door opened he threw me the keys with his 2 requests to enjoy the Cherokee and fly him back to Sussex. We never discussed it but I think this was his way of paying me back for taking care of his parents for all those years. I also swear this is a true story. The end.
