1952 Magnet Yearbook

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MY TRIP BACK HOME
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The g rea t da y dawned. t he da y
when I was leaving Canada for my
hom e. As I stood at the airport bid ­
ding farewell to f r-iends, and feeling
rather cold from the dampness of t he
morning air. I had absolutely no fear
about th e flig ht .
I climbed up t he landi ng stairs into
the bod y of a huge silver bird that
sat on t he a irfield , with its knifebladed
prope llers wind milling idly.
We were ready fo r t he take-off ! The
g reen light Rashed from the tower .
and wi th a t remendous roa r. the fo ur
power f ul e ngt nes came to life : t he n
w ith a surge of power. we rolled forward
in to the blue of t he summer skv.
Wit h ea ger eves I exa m ined t he
press urized ca b in, t he comfor table
seats. the passen ge r s a nd th e bea utlf
ul stewardess. Then. be fo re long we
ha d crossed La ke Ontario a nd we r e
fly ing OWl' t he green co untryside of
th e Unite d States. Dur ing tha t ti me
th e wea t he r was fine. but a:o; we nea red
t he Atl a nt ic OCt'Hn. we ra n in to fog
and dt'n st· clo uds .
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The weathe r had cha nged fo r t he
worse. It bega n to r a in. a nd we SOO Il
found ourselves in t he midst of a
stor m of t h under and llght ning'. We
climbed higher to av oid it. bu t we
we re immed iately brought dow n by
a huge a ir pocket and had hot coffee
s pilled 0'·1'1' us. This stor m contin ued
until our ocea n- voya ge wa s d rawing
to a close.
Then we we re in si ght of t he seacoa
st of the little isla nd . Bermuda :
the waters we re q uiver in g a nd boiling.
the waves crowned with a crest
of white foam. ca me cla shing a ga in!'!
the im movable rocks around t he island.
We we r e ba ck to the land of
white coral r oads a nd olea nders
spilli ng ove r li me st one wa lls : the sa nd
wher e t he deep bl ue waters of the
Grea t So un d we re fu rro wed by the
wa kes of sh ips tha t leisu rel y sailed
a cross t he m - t his la nd of mernorles :
The plane. meanwhil e. was ci rcl ing
the enormous airfield. a nd finally like
a gliding gu ll. sh e g racef ully slid on
to t he field. We had la nded ! I was
home :
C. DARREll
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