One Flew Over the Coo Coos…er…Farmstead
Posted By FarmerJ on November 14, 2008
Yesterday afternoon, the girls (Abigail the Toy Fox Terrorist and Peanut the Beagle/Shepherd) and I were outside on the front patio ‘cleaning’ the popcorn harvested from our garden. Off in the distance ~ we live approximately three miles from the local municipal airport ~ because the cloud coverage was just right, I could hear an airplane gearing up for takeoff. I had no idea what it was, but from the sound I knew it was big and I knew it was slow. I kept looking down the drive for Darling Husbie who was supposed to be arriving home any moment for lunch. I knew he could identify it if not by sound, then certainly before it was any bigger than a pinpoint in the sky. But no Husbie.
Here it came ~ we are blessed to be right on the east/west flight pattern…and blessed that it is not a particularly busy airport. What a magnificent sight! But what was this blunder bus that had just flown over us? Oh darn. I will just have to explain what I saw to Husbie over dinner. Then he’ll be able to educate me.
So, over dinner Husbie had an opportunity to once again prove his intelligence and patience as I described in my words what it was that flew over the farmstead. You know how they say men and women communicate differently? Well, I was the poster child for that book debut! Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Lovie, the girls and I saw a really cool airplane fly over the house today. I was hoping you would drive up in time to tell me what it was.
Husbie: Oh yeah? What was it?
Me: I don’t know, but it was a big ol’ blunder bus looking thing.
Husbie: Was it old or was it new?
Me: Old. And it had a huge belly as big as a bus.
Husbie: Was it a C-5 or a C-135?
Me: Nuh-uh.
Husbie: Was it a jet or a round motor?
Me: It was a round motor. (Luckily I can identify the sound of those after hanging around Husbie’s friend who has a Stearman.)
Husbie: Did it have one or two engines?
Me: Two. And the tail was really weird. Instead of a normal tail that goes like this *insert vision of me making a plus sign with my two index fingers and Husbie’s eyebrows arching in bewilderment here*, there were two tails, one coming off each wing and then squaring off in the back.
Husbie: Was it a nice shiny aluminum color?
Me: Well, yeah, I think so. Or it could have been white. It was hard to tell against the color of the sky. But it had some orange back by that square tail. And the cargo area was huge, like a whale.
Husbie: Did it have a stub nose or was it sleek and pointy?
Me: It was stubby. And it was huge, like a big ol’ blunder bus.
Husbie: Well, it sounds to me like it was a C-119.
Me: Oh. Well, we’ll have to look it up on the internet and see if that’s what we saw. *finished dinner amazed that Husbie could make any sense out of my description and hand gestures*
So at the first chance I got today, I Googled ‘C-119′ and waited for the images to come up. Sure enough. The big ol’ blunder bus that blundered over the farmstead was a C-119, lovingly coined the “Flying Boxcar.” Blunder Bus. Boxcar. Yeah, basically the same. Of course I had to read up on it a little, and there’s actually some facts that are pretty cool. I won’t go into a history lesson here, because you can Google for yourself if you’re interested ~ but probably one of the coolest things I learned about the C-119 is that there were only approximately 1,184 of them ever built and today there are only approximately three that are still airworthy…how cool is that?! One of those three flew over the farmstead.
Oh, and that big ol’ blunder bus I deemed as slow? Well, it has a cruising speed of 200 mph. Not so slow after all ~ especially when you weigh 39, 982 lbs empty! Purely an example of how appearances can be deceiving. Ha! Who knew that Flying Boxcar would serve as a reminder to me to not be so quick to judge a book by its cover in this thing called life?!






First of all, how did the popcorn harvest come out? How is the front patio holding up?
The sounds and sights you described reminds me of the time we were sweeping the sand to fill in the cracks on your new wonderful front patio and hubbie came flying over.
giggle giggle
As I looked up, then yelling Farmer J, you peeking out the kitchen window and responding ” Yes, Farmer J”, come see this, you holding 2 glasses of ice cold water marching downstairs, the door opened and you looked up, then smiled from ear to ear. It is “Lovie”!
Good Day~~~~
Heehee! Stay tuned for an update on the popcorn harvest. I was going to blog about that yesterday, but the Flying Boxcar flowed through my fingers instead.
The patio is holding up wonderfully ~ now that the mole is gone…that, and the coyote or raccoon that was trying to get the mole is gone, too. Let’s just say there was a moment when it looked like a miniature battle field out there with bricks overturned and dirt flung everywhere!