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On a hot dry field, in the summer of 1939 a young boy fingered the money in his pocket. He had been saving all summer for this special day.
Today was the day!
Without his parents’ knowledge or approval, Albert Moore handed over his ten dollars and with great anticipation climbed into a plane. As the plane picked up speed and caught the wind under the wings, it lifted off the ground gently. The pilot was a WWI veteran who took extra delight in trying to prove that this boy had eaten too much ice cream. But all Al did was beam an even bigger smile.
By the time the wheels hit the ground, he was hooked for life. When asked how much trouble he got into with “sneaking off” without parental permission, he said, “None. Dad was in love with planes, too!”
Little did Albert know that on his 12th birthday in 1941 the plane he would one day own was being commissioned by the Army Air Corps. His whole life he took great pleasure in all things aviation, especially the WWI and WWII era. He was a lifelong supporter and/or member of the Flandreau Airport Board. “We went from nothing but a field of grain to this! Isn’t it grand!”
In 1977, one of his dreams came true when he purchased his very own airplane. Since there weren’t enough hangars at the Flandreau Airport, Al stored his plane in Madison and used that as his base.
Unfortunately, two years later, he disassembled it and put it into storage. Tucked into his sheds securely, very few people even knew he owned a plane or knew how much he loved to fly.