Memories of Junior

Bobby Renfrow's memories of Junior and his airplane:

Remembering Junior and his plane

Bobby Renfrow headshot
Bobby Renfrow
Courtesy Stancil Reunion Archive

One day Junior brought a 85 HP Globe Swift Into the TES farm strip at Glendale, Why I don't know because the length at that time was only 1100 feet.

They had cut the trees and removed them but the stumps were still there.  1100 feet isn't very far even with a Super Cub.  Leaves no room for errors or mother nature.  After some discussion it was decided to leave the Airplane there and wait for better conditions.  After a couple of weeks he came back to retreive his Baby Swift.  I'm not sure but I think it might have been a Sunday because there were a lot of men around.  There were always a crowd at Grandmas on Sunday. 

The wind was right for the try, and I say try because this was a draw for the lottery.  After Instructions to Five doubtful Men run up was completed and the Swift whick actually was not very swift was taxied to the edge of the road and everyone who could get a hold on it was in place.  Both wing tips and even pushing on the stabilizer and rudder.  Full throttle and brakes on until every one of the 85 Horses was kicking, then release, everyone pushed and ran until the plane left their grips. 

The little airplane started down the runway like turtle with lunch on its mind.  It ran and ran and ran until everyone begin to gasph because it was not flying. 

As it approached the very last inch of runway where the next thing was stump after stump accross a 200 foot opening,  Down came the Flaps and up came the Gear..Wow..The Swift didn't change its pitch at all, it just kept going clearing the stumps by inches, slowly begining to climb towards the trees in its path.

The men and children watching in awww, hearts stopped and not breathing, waiting for the desentigration of the little airplane and cousin Junior, but as fate would have it the 85 HP Continental never missed a lick and the Swift was in flight.  It climbed just high enough to skim through the tops of the large oaks at the beginning of the woods and he was clear and away.  He make only one circle around and over the helpers, then he was away never to bring a swift back to the farm again. 

I can only imagine how he felt for those few seconds of time. Maybe similiar to my unintential inverted spin in the Pitts.

The swift had hydraulic gear and flaps that only had up and down.  Junior had figured out that if you turn off the master switch at just the right time you could get partial flaps a trick he used often.

Those leaves on the Oak trees at the end of the runway have seen numerous aircraft bellies over time.

Some too close for comfort.  I myself have drug the wheels of a 172 through the PINE TREES.

— Bobby Renfrow, son of Effie Irene Stancil Renfrow