Friday, April 10, 2015

Jets

My dad worked at RAFB as an aircraft mechanic. Whenever we heard the engines rev up in the evening and during the night, my mother said that was probably my dad. Dad enjoyed engines.

One extension of RAFB is the Museum of Aviation. The museum like many other things started humbly and has grown to be a major museum of airplanes and a STEM educational facility.






















8 comments:

  1. Frankly, this is the kind of museum that is low on my list of things to do, but when I do go, I'm enthralled and inspired. Such museums inevitably turn out to be way more interesting than I ever thought they could be. There's a military aviation museum not far from me -- I should go.
    ~Visiting from AtoZ

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    1. I worked at an education non-profit located at the museum. Many of the visitors were men who had worked on planes or been in the Air Force. It was interesting seeing people tour the place since the exhibits, i.e. planes, were, spread over a large acreage and hangars. The museum appeals more to plane buffs than history buffs.

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  2. I love aviation museums. And the sound when they're testing jet engines as long as I'm not too close.

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    1. I had a roommate that hated the plane noises in Atlanta. I had never noticed. The fact that I grew up a few miles from the base is why.

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  3. What a wonderful museum! It's one I'd like to visit if I ever find myself near there. Thank you for all of the great pictures!

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    1. Thans, It is an interesting detour off I-75 going through Georgia.

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  4. This was very interesting to read Pat, you see my late husband used to work in an aircraft factory here in the UK.
    He was involved in the making of the first British Concorde.
    I thought your pictures awesome and a joy to look at.
    Yvonne.

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  5. That looks like a great place. My dad was in the Air Force too.

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