A Personal History of RHV

 It was around this same time I first saw Vaughn Lamb arrive at the field in the Ford Truck he had for so many years, with a fuselage and other parts in tow arriving at the field. It was a few years later before I met and became friends with Vaughn. Vaugn always had an aircraft restoration project going, and got a number of them back in the air.

Vaughn kept busy as an engineer for the Southern Pacific Railroad, and had a side business recovering aircraft wrecks from all over the world. Some of the stories he could tell sitting around the fire at San Antonio Ranch club house (behind Mt. Hamilton) were very interesting to hear. He used to host get-togethers at the ranch for members of Wings of History and some personal friends. Some of you will recall it was a wonderful place to stay overnight. That area was so isolated it was almost like being in another state.

One of the more unusual aircraft Vaughn Lamb restored was an Interstate Cadet. He kept this aircraft for many years    

I also knew Jeannie, a single lady that was good friends of the Reid family. Vaughn and Jeannie eventually met and were married for many years. Prior to their marriage Jeannie had her own Taylorcraft in which she eventually crashed. She spent time recuperating from this at the Reid family home.

As the county continued improving the field, the day eventually came when they insisted all the "Trailer" Schools either move into permanent facilities or leave. Pinkerton elected to move his entire operation to a field somewhere in Southern Cal. Amelia had the large hangar/office facility built . But, in true Reid fashion, she kept the original trailer and parked it along the

Robin Reid standing by the "trailer school"

inside wall of the new hangar, where it remained for a number of years before finally disappearing. Amelia had a number of "Hangar Parties" in the early 70's, where I met a number of wonderful  people I still know today. This included Frank and Gail Womack. I recall Frank was the newsletter editor for the "Antiquers" (now WOH) at the time we met. A short time before I had been the newsletter editor for EAA Chapt.62, so Frank and I were able to enjoy a laugh or two over the challengers of newsletter editing.

Around this time the school I had worked for, Spartan Aero, shut down, and I lost contact with Mac. He ended up flying out of a school at Oakland airport. I last saw Mac briefly at the Watsonville Fly-In in the mid 80's.