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Title
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[Letter from Dorothy Scott to her father, September 8, 1943]
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Identifier
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MSS600c_Scott,Dorothy_Correspondence,Dec1942-July1943_19430908
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Type
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Letters
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Creator
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Scott, Dorothy, 1920-1943
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Dorothy Scott joined the Women's Auxiliary Ferrying Squadron (WAFS) in 1942. Stationed at New Castle Army Air Base and with the 5th Ferrying Squadron at Love Field, Dallas, Texas. Died in 1943 while in Pursuit training.
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Description
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Letter from Dorothy Scott to her father, G.M. Scott on September 8, 1943. Scott discusses taxes, instrument school, and a trip to Ballinger, Texas.
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Format
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1 pg.
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Language
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en
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Rights
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Materials may not be used without permission. For further information, please contact (940) 898-3751 or womenshistory@twu.edu
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Rights Holder
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Woman's Collection, Texas Woman's University, P.O. Box 425528, Denton, TX 76204.
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Is Part Of
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MSS 600c, Dorothy F. Scott Papers
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extracted text
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Women's Auxiliary Ferrying Squadron
Ferrying Division - Air Transport Command
September 8, 1943
Dear Dad:
Here is the tax dope as near as I could figure it out. I took it to our payroll section and he made out me salary and how much is being deducted. You can probably tell if it needs any thing more.
I'm buzzing right along in instrument school now and start tomorrow on the AT11--twin engine plane for instruments in it.
I have another new instructor who is o.k. he said "Some of your airwork is a little rough, but I'd pay anyone $25 who could lose you on any range." Boy, he makes me work on let-downs (ie, constant speeds and rate of descents, etc.) One thing was fun. There were a few cumulus clouds at 5000 today so we went up into them and I really flew instruments. It was funny being able to see out but still have to fly "under the hood". It was real good practice too.
I had one trip last Sunday. Since there was no hood time scheduled I asked for a one-day trip and got it. I took six new girls in PT19s to Ballinger, Tex. It was funny to fly it again, as I hadn't since Delaware days.
We got to our delivery point just ten minutes ahead of a terrific storm. I'd been watching it come and had an alternate airport picked out, but we got in o.k.
My instruments all went hay-wire enroute. Suddenly I noticed my airspeed drop off so I ducked the nose and gave it more throttle. It didn't move so I tested it in a real stall. It dropped back to zero so I guessed it was cockeyed. Also, the altimeter stuck so I made my final approach at 2700 feet and 140mph. I taxiid in at 100mph. Ho Ho.
The car is wonderful and a joy forever, but selling in these parts is bad right now.
by--
