Old Time Stuff

I don't know if this is the correct thing to do but I would like to tell some tales of things past that may be of interest to some and may bore some who aren't interested in dinosaurs and pterodactyls.
I no longer fit into the contemporary flying scene but I'm still interested in all things aviation. And so it has been since 1930 when I was 4 years old. Lindbergh was still the wonder of the world and I joined the club with every ounce of my being. We lived in Washington, D.C. then and I was blessed with a mother who was enthralled with aviation. She wrote letters that were sent via airmail so that she could drive to the old Washington Hoover Airport to mail them. Then we would watch airplanes.
Ford tri-motors, Curtiss Condors, Stinson Tri-motors, and a variety of obscure types. We went there often and we actually saw Amelia Earhardt flying a Pitcairn Auto-gyro one day.
We lived on a farm nw of Washington and every day we saw a string of airplanes flying out to Cleveland or Pittsburg and one day I saw a strikingly modern twin engined thing go over, a Boeing 247. Then subsequent trips to the airport we saw it at the terminal. Then soon after a huge silver plane assumed center stage, the Douglas DC-2. I was about six or seven then and soon found ways to get to small airports around the area and hung out to see wonderful planes. Travel Airs, Waco 9's, Waco 10's, Commandaire's, Birds, Fleets, and Stinsons.
Helping to wash them and persistent begging earned me a ride now and then. It was great even though I couldn't see over the cockpit coaming all the time and boiling water and oil often flew back from the OX-5's some times. Little did I realize what wheezing decrepit machines I was riding around in but I still remeber the thrill of it 74 years later.
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I don't know that many are interested but I'll chug along.