Making Some Flying Memories to Last a Lifetime

Making Some Flying Memories to Last a Lifetime

I’d fly my Stinson 108 across the country to take her flying one last time. It was a spur-of-the-moment offer made in an emotional moment—perhaps because I didn’t think she’d be alive much longer to collect her due. In fact, I was under the impression that Marge Dellwo was knocking on death’s very door, which was what prompted the hasty wintertime trip home to Minnesota to say goodbye. My mother tried to steel me against the shock of her conditi…