Showing posts with label Women's History Month. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Women's History Month. Show all posts

16 March 2020

History Snoopin': Oregon WASP Pilot Marie Ethel Chiler Sharon - Service and Sacrifice for Country


Service and sacrifice for country




by Bill Miller for the Mail Tribune

March 16, 2020



The B-25 began to rattle and shudder violently against extremely hard winds, gusting at 45 mph.



Lt. Hinton Daniel and WASP pilot Marie Sharon frantically fought to maintain altitude and control. Suddenly, the nose wheel door began to twist with a screeching metallic sound. The hinges gave way in the wind and the door flew away, slamming into the right side motor. Sixty-five miles south of Omaha, Nebraska, there was smoke, the engine failed, and the bomber lunged into a nose-first dive. It shattered in pieces as it hit the ground and buried itself deep into a farmer’s field.



Born Marie Cihler in Forsyth, Montana, April 21, 1917, Marie was a Women’s Airforce Service Pilot, a WASP, one of 1,074 women who flew military airplanes within the United States for the U.S. Army Air Corps during WWII.



This was one of Marie’s navigational training flights in the bomber. She was working toward a Class IV Army pilot rating, a rating allowing her to fly two-engine medium bombers and heavy transports. Only 59 of the WASP women would ever earn that rating.



It had been a nomadic life for Marie. By 1922 the family had moved 300 miles west to Helena, Montana, and within a few years, they were on the move again, this time to Vancouver, Washington, just across the Columbia River from Portland. Here, on Sept. 5, 1930, there was a shocking tragedy.




“While his little daughter fought in vain to prevent him from taking his life,” the newspaper reported, “John Cihler, [Marie’s father] swallowed poison at his home last night and died a short time later. His act followed a quarrel with his wife.” That “little daughter” was 13-year old Marie.



Marie, her mother, and older sister moved to Portland, where Marie graduated from Jefferson High School. Before the war, she worked as a stenographer and cashier for a retail laundry.



She had once again followed her mother and was living in Bend when she signed up for the WASP program. Before she began her training at Avenger Field, in Sweetwater, Texas, Feb. 13, 1943, Marie married Horace Sharon. Shortly after the wedding, he joined the Navy and left for the war.



Marie was the 16th of 38 WASP pilots who died during the Second World War. She rests near her father in Wilhelm’s Memorial Mausoleum in Portland. Lt. Hinton, her flight instructor, lies in Augusta, Georgia’s Westover Memorial Park.



WASP Marie Ethel Chiler Sharon 43-W-4
(21 April 1917 – 10 April 1944)
RIP



Writer Bill Miller is the author of five books, including “History Snoopin’,” a collection of his previous history columns and stories. Reach him at newsmiller@live.com.

21 March 2019

Cornelia Fort - Second Womens Airforce Service Pilot to Die on Duty During WWII-


Pilot Cornelia Clark Fort



 WASP (Womens Airforce Service Pilot)

WAFS (Womens Auxiliary Ferrying Squadron)
Second woman to join Nancy Love's WAFS.
Second of  the 38  WASP pilots to die during WWII.

Her BT-13 collides near Merkel, TX.
21 March 1943

(5 February 1919 – 21 March 1943)


(excerpt from To Live and Die a WASP 
 


At dawn on Sunday, December 7, 1941, Cornelia left her apartment across from the Royal Hawaiian Hotel and drove to John Rodgers Field for another day of takeoff and landing practice with one of her students. Just after 6:30, up in the air in one of the company’s yellow Interstate Cadets, with her student at the controls and flying in for another touch and go landing, Cornelia looked casually around. “I saw a plane coming closer,” she said. “It was in violation of the air traffic rules.” She waited for the plane to give ground as it was required to do, but when it didn’t, “I jerked the controls away from my student and jammed the throttle wide open to pull above the oncoming plane,” she said. “He passed so close under us that our celluloid windows rattled violently and I looked down to see what kind of plane it was.” With a large red sun along its fuselage and on its wings there was no doubt—Japanese! She
could see smoke rising from the harbor and Cornelia tried to convince herself it was only an exercise—a simple drill. “Then I looked way up and saw the formations of silver bombers riding in,” she said. “Something detached itself from an airplane and came glistening down. My eyes followed it down, down, and even with knowledge pounding in my mind, my heart turned convulsively when the bomb exploded in the middle of the harbor.”

 Now it was a dash for the relative safety of the ground. A shadow passed over and a burst of bullets spattered around and into her plane’s body. “Suddenly,” she said, “that little wedge of sky above Hickam Field and Pearl Harbor was the busiest, fullest piece of sky I ever saw.” Her student was mystified, and when Cornelia landed, still running across the field toward the hangar with machine gun fire strafing the ground in front of her, the oblivious student asked her when he would ever be able to solo. Her response was curt and to the point. “Not today, brother. NOT TODAY!” 

14 March 2019

Woman pilot want to fight in First World War


Aviator Dorothy Rice Peirce Sims

Dorothy Rice Peirce Sims

Angry when French and American armies refused to let her fly and fight in #WW1.


"Why shouldn’t they take me? I can fly as well as any man. I’ve been doing it for two months and I’ve never had and a mishap. … I must study some more before I can get a military aviator’s license. But I am almost ready to take the tests, and I don’t think I’ll fail."

Dorothy Rice Peirce Sims

Eventually Dorothy set up an aviation training school on New York’s Long Island aimed at teaching women to fly.

(24 June 1889 – 24 March  1960

Dorothy Rice Peirce Sims

RIP

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