I'm looking for people who are willing to share their stories about anything and everything related to aviation family life and how they "made it work" while future pilot was on his/her way up the ladder. I'm also looking for views from the other half of the "pilot wife" scenario. If you're a man who is essentially "the pilot wife" in your relationship, we want to hear how you make it succeed and what differences you deal with. We believe that men from all over the world could use your experience as an example of "how it's done" when you're a man AND the pilot spouse. With over 50,000 visitors (as of June 02, 2005), the website could use your story and your help to keep Jetgirls.net as comprehensive as possible. If you're a pilot wife/husband, girlfriend, son/daughter, parent or anyone else involved in the life of an aviation family and you'd like to share your story, please contact me at
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So, I’m on my DH's plane tonight (he’s on the PA as I type this) and feeling so proud. How many of you get that elated feeling when your man’s on the plane? I mean – sure, your happy when he's sitting next to you, but how about when he's actually flying the plane you ON? He's in the cockpit, your in the cabin. Constantly wondering what he’s doing up there – how many different buttons he's pushing, listening to him on the PA saying his name, the captain's name, where we’re going, how long it will take us etc etc. Just wishing I could be up there in the jumpseat just watching in awe and asking question after question. We’re on our way to Austin, Texas and the lead flight attendant is so nice and friendly . She comes up, gives me a bottle of wine while we're descending saying "it's from all of us girls, you two have a good time tonight". How sweet are they! I’m know they liked DH's sense of humor and my “we really appreciate your hard work” attitude but I certainly didn't expect anything except for good service. I wouldn’t give up this opportunity for anything! The takeoff and landings make me nervous, but I know exactly who’s at the helm of the ship. In that sense, it doesn’t worry me but a little (haha). Who knew that my love for planes - the awe in watching them takeoff and touchdown would lead me to a soulmate in the same field of a passion of mine?!! I must be the proudest pilot wife in the world right now. If you haven't yet had a chance to fly on your DH's plane, I suggest you do - it's well worth it! |
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Currently on our way to Brussels Belgium, from John F. Kennedy Airport in New York City, our initial intent was to get to Atlanta and over to Paris, France for Christmas. We’d heard through the grapevine that Paris at Christmas is one of those sensational romantic moments that was just NOT to be missed. It rivals New York’s Christmas season, in fact. However… |
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No Mavericks to the Rescue |
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No Mavericks to the Rescue
By: Adrian Páramo I know nothing about aviation, although I’m married to a helicopter pilot. All aircraft look identical to me. I easily mistake a Robinson for a Jet Ranger, and unlike my husband, I can’t accurately identify aircraft only by the slightest roar of its engine. Yet over the last week, while my husband flies in and out of the areas ravaged by Hurricane Katrina, I’ve come to the realization that my ignorance is a blessing. Not knowing the technical intricacies of my husband’s job has allowed me to see the human aspect of what he does, the hidden side of a job, highly romanticized in movies such as Top Gun. Who didn’t fall under the spell of Maverick in that film and thought that all pilots were rugged, tough, handsome men who ruthlessly ruled the skies? I know one thing though. |
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