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(May-June 2011)
(newsletter #149 Nov 2008) Sculpture of Donald W. Douglas
Victoria Douglas Thoreson, daughter of Donald Douglas Jr. (search) together with sculptor Yossi Govrin (search), examine a wax impression that will be used in the casting of a bronze statue of Victoria’s grandfather, Donald W. Douglas (search). The completed sculpture will be placed beneath an elevated DC-3 at the Santa Monica Airport next year. (photo courtesy of MacDacWestRetirees Editor. All rights reserved.)
Fly DC Jets Site to Become Movie Studio? Boeing startled its present McDonnell Douglas-heritage employees, as well as its Long Beach-area aerospace retirees, in mid-September by announcing a plan to unload what remains of the former Douglas commercial jetliner assembly facility at Lakewood Blvd. and Conant Ave. to a group of investors hoping to turn the property into a movie studio. The story broke in the business section of the Sept. 19 Los Angeles Times, with a front-page photo of investors Jack O’Halloran (search) and Jay Samit (search) walking through Building 80 with Long Beach Mayor Bob Foster (search). The article caught the several thousand Boeing employees working in the adjacent Buildings 800, 801 and 802 by surprise. “What about us?” was a common question. The company has remained relatively silent, but a source speaking off the record indicated there is no front-burner plan to empty out the buildings still in use. What is known is the buyers hope to turn Buildings 80 and 84 – once home to the DC-8, DC-9, DC-10, MD-80, MD-90 and MD-11 assembly lines – and the adjacent parking area into a movie production complex with an estimated price tag of $500 million. Plans are said to include as many as 40 soundstages, a giant water tank for simulated ocean photography, a permanent metropolitan city street set, personnel offices, production bungalows, commissary and a private hotel. According to the Times, the investors are already in escrow for the 1.1 million-square-foot location. Leading the group is Jack O’Halloran, a boxer-turned-actor best known for his performance as Moose Malloy in the 1975 Robert Mitchum version of Farewell My Lovely (search). He also appeared in Superman and Superman II, The Flintstones and on various TV series. His associate Jay Sami is a former Sony America executive. Their hope is to make a profit by renting out space to production companies that might otherwise leave California to film in Vancouver, Toronto or any of the states that now offer financial incentives to film companies to shoot elsewhere than at the busy studios in Hollywood, Culver City, Universal City and Burbank. The City of Long Beach (search), which frequently makes its streets available for such shows as CSI Miami and Dexter, brokered the deal by introducing the investors group to Boeing officials. Mayor Foster said at the time of the announcement that city officials are “very enthusiastic” to see the Long Beach Studios, as it will be named, become a reality for the revenue stream it will mean for the city. An estimated 1,000 to 3,000 jobs are possible. The plan does have precursors: The now closed Rockwell facility in Downey and former Hughes location in Playa Vista have active film production, and the old Spruce Goose dome next to the Queen Mary in downtown Long Beach famously became the bat cave for Batman soundstage after the plane left town. At the moment Buildings 80 and 84 are empty, home only to pigeons roosting in the rafters and the occasional homeless cat. But from the time Douglas opened them in the 1950s until Boeing closed them in 2006, they housed final assembly lines that produced 556 DC-8s, more than 2,300 DC-9s/MD-80s/MD90s, 646 DC-10s, KC-10s and MD-11s, and the final 156 MD-95s, renamed Boeing 717s. No official decision has been made on the famous Fly DC Jets (search) sign atop Building 80, but Boeing Realty, which is developing Douglas Park (search) on the west side of Lakewood Blvd., briefly showed a plan in 2001 that called for moving the neon landmark to the property over there. Douglas Aircraft Company - 'The Globe'
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A DC-3 Monument It is not an exaggeration to say that Santa Monica (search) is the city that the Douglas Aircraft Company (search)built. Proximity to a coastline and the never-ending sprawl of Los Angeles helped, but Douglas was the primary employer in Santa Monica for 50 years and the reason homes were built and population expanded. But today the Douglas legacy in Santa Monica resides only in the memories of those who were there sometime between 1920 and 1974. That is about to change. A monument park honoring the Douglas Aircraft Company will open this December at the south end of the Santa Monica Airport (search), adjacent to a new aviation museum. The monument park, as imagined in the rendering below, will be built around an elevated DC-3 (search) that came off the Santa Monica assembly line in 1942. Primary construction funds are being provided by a challenge grant from the Douglas White Oaks Ranch Trust, which is administered by the Employees Community Fund of Boeing California, the successor to the old McDonnell Douglas Personnel Community Service operation and Douglas Aircraft Welfare Foundation. Donald W. Douglas (search) set up the Douglas Aircraft Welfare Foundation, now known as the Douglas White Oaks Ranch Trust, in 1964 with the money received for the sale of the assets of the former Welfare Division, including the company stores and vending machines and 364 acres of undeveloped recreation land in what is now Simi Valley. Interest from the trust has been used in recent years to underwrite DAC-era historical projects and to fund college scholarships for the sons and daughters of employees. “We think it’s crucial to preserve the historical ties between the Douglas Aircraft Company and the citizens of Santa Monica. They were practically one and the same for so many years. The city, which is committed to keeping its heritage alive as well, will take on financial and physical responsibility for maintaining the site. It’s a renewed partnership,” said Beverly Hoskinson, ECF executive director of the Employees Community Fund who began her career with the Douglas Aircraft Company in 1957.
Former employees and others who would like to aid in preserving the history of the Douglas Aircraft Company are invited to make contributions also. “While the Douglas Trust and the city are covering primary costs, there will be additional enhancements and expenses that pop up. Contributions will be matched dollar for dollar by the Douglas Trust grant. “We plan to honor all those whose contributions are received by Sept. 30 by creating a founders wall with their names,” said Hoskinson. Those who would like to participate can do so by making a contribution in any amount to the Donald W. Douglas Trust, P.O. 8113, Long Beach, CA 90808, or telephone (562) 593-2612 or (800) 606-3639 access code 00 (zero–zero). All contributors, in addition to being listed on the founders’ wall, will also receive invitations to the opening ceremony and commemorative pins created from the original Douglas logo die cut. -Bill Wasserzieher
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Old Aviators and Old Airplanes... This is a good little story about a vivid memory of a P-51 and its pilot by a fellow who was 12 years old in Canada in 1967. You may know a few others who would appreciate it.
It was noon on a Sunday as I recall, the day a Mustang P-51 was to take to the air. They said it had flown in during the night from some U.S. airport, the pilot had been tired. I marveled at the size of the plane dwarfing the Pipers and Canucks tied down by her. It was much larger than in the movies. She glistened in the sun like a bulwark of security from days gone by. The pilot arrived by cab, paid the driver, and then stepped into the flight lounge. He was an older man; his wavy hair was gray and tossed. Looked like it might have been combed, say, around the turn of the century. His flight jacket was checked, creased and worn - it smelled old and genuine. Old Glory was prominently sewn to its shoulders. He projected a quiet air of proficiency and pride devoid of arrogance. He filed a quick flight plan to Montreal (Expo-67, Air Show) then walked across the tarmac. After taking several minutes to perform his walk-around check the pilot returned to the flight lounge to ask if anyone would be available to stand by with fire extinguishers while he "flashed the old bird up. Just to be safe." Though only 12 at the time I was allowed to stand by with an extinguisher after brief instruction on its use -- "If you see a fire, point, then pull this lever!" I later became a firefighter, but that's another story. The air around the exhaust manifolds shimmered like a mirror from fuel fumes as the huge prop started to rotate. One manifold, then another, and yet another barked -- I stepped back with the others. In moments the Packard-built Merlin engine came to life with a thunderous roar, blue flames knifed from her manifolds. I looked at the others' faces, there was no concern. I lowered the bell of my extinguisher. One of the guys signaled to walk back to the lounge. We did. Several minutes later we could hear the pilot doing his pre flight run-up. He'd taxied to the end of runway 19, out of sight. All went quiet for several seconds; we raced from the lounge to the second story deck to see if we could catch a glimpse of the P-51 as she started down the runway. We could not see him. There we stood, eyes fixed to a spot half way down 19. Then a roar ripped across the field, much louder than before, like a furious hell spawn set loose---something mighty this way was coming. "Listen to that thing!" said the controller. In seconds the Mustang burst into our line of sight. Its tail was already off and it was moving faster than anything I'd ever seen by that point on 19. Two-thirds the way down 19 the Mustang was airborne with her gear going up. The prop tips were supersonic; we clasped our ears as the Mustang climbed hellish fast into the circuit to be eaten up by the dog-day haze. We stood for a few moments in stunned silence trying to digest what we'd just seen. The radio controller rushed by me to the radio. " Kingston tower calling Mustang?" He looked back to us as he waited for an acknowledgment. The radio crackled, "Go ahead Kingston ." "Roger Mustang. Kingston tower would like to advise the circuit is clear for a low level pass." I stood in shock because the controller had, more or less, just asked the pilot to return for an impromptu air show! The controller looked at us. "What?" He asked. "I can't let that guy go without asking. I couldn't forgive myself!" The radio crackled once again, " Kingston , do I have permission for a low level pass, east to west, across the field?" "Roger Mustang, the circuit is clear for an east to west pass." "Roger, Kingston , I'm coming out of 3000 feet, stand by." We rushed back onto the second-story deck, eyes fixed toward the eastern haze. The sound was subtle at first, a high-pitched whine, a muffled screech, a distant scream. Moments later the P-51 burst through the haze. Her airframe straining against positive Gs and gravity, wing tips spilling contrails of condensed air, prop-tips again supersonic as the burnished bird blasted across the eastern margin of the field shredding and tearing the air. At about 400 mph and 150 yards from where we stood she passed with the old American pilot saluting. Imagine. A salute! I felt like laughing, I felt like crying, she glistened, she screamed, the building shook, my heart pounded. Then the old pilot pulled her up and rolled, and rolled, and rolled out of sight into the broken clouds and indelibly into my memory. I've never wanted to be an American more than on that day. It was a time when many nations in the world looked to America as their big brother, a steady and even-handed beacon of security who navigated difficult political water with grace and style; not unlike the pilot who'd just flown into my memory. He was proud, not arrogant, humble, not a braggart, old and honest, projecting an aura of America at its best. That America will return one day, I know it will. Until that time, I'll just send off this story; call it a reciprocal salute, to the old American pilot who wove a memory for a young Canadian that's lasted a lifetime.
( Forwarded to this webmeister through a recent email. Writer is unknown to me. But, has my grateful salute of appreciation in returning very fond memories of my deceased father, a pilot and former P-51 driver, and of sweet days like this one. Thanks. JH ) |
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