My 101 year old brother sent me this photo of his latest achievement, the completion of this model of the airplane Charles Lindbergh flew from New York to Paris in 1927.
I am bowled over in awe, which doesn’t come often for me. For one thing, he doesn’t look like any 101 year old person I know. True, I don’t know many 101 year old people. I don’t think there are many 101 year old people and certainly fewer who work on and complete a detailed model airplane, which requires dexterity, concentration, and abilities that many younger folk might be stymied by.
I emailed the photo to family and friends. I received in return an email from a nephew with a copy of a 2001 Flying Models Magazine with a feature on my brother.
My brother turned 80 in 2000 There was a celebration in Los Angeles. He had moved to California from New York many years prior. Personally, I think that saved his creative life. After all, without the impeding judgment of nearby family life can be more free and easy, right?
A little backstory, I was the seventh in a family of eight. It was actually two families. Let me explain. My oldest brother, miracle man here, was born in 1920. After him in fairly quick succession came four more children. The first five of what I call the “older part” of the family. Then came a couple of birthing break years due to miscarriages and other problems. As the depression started to heat up, out pops three more… The “younger part” of the family. I was born in 1933. Older brother in 1920, so there was enough of a gap that in no way did we have any real contact. By the time I was in elementary school, he was eloping and going off to war. He won’t talk about any of his time in Europe during World War II other than to say he was in the Battle of the Bulge. A battle I have read about and understand why he won’t talk about it. My only real contact with him after he returned from the war was after we began our Heit Family get togethers. And that was cursory at best with a quick peck and an even quicker “how are you?”, which really should have been, “who are you?”.
I had no idea who my oldest brother was and visa versa. Each of us had what I call a family myth. His was his genius in designing model airplanes. At 17 he sold the first of many of his designs. Since that had nothing to do with my wanting to be Shirley Temple … who cared?
We arrive now to the year 2,000 and an invitation to attend his 80th birthday party in Los Angeles. For your perspective, I was 67 years old.
By this time, I had already lost one brother from the older part of the family. I didn’t know who he was either. I knew my three sisters a little more because somehow I think we bonded purely along male/female battle lines… four girls, four boys. It was us against them and it made for a little closer harmony. Not necessarily more intimate, but more in the spirit of camaraderie. Probably because girls, even with rampant sibling rivalry, tend to be closer in relationships.
All to say, I was going to try and find out who he was before attending the celebration. It’s the decent thing to do, right? Even then, I devoured mystery books and detective novels. So, now was the time to put what tools I acquired into practice. I began by buying every airplane model magazine I could find. I discovered the model airplane industry is alive and well. He sold his first design in 1937 or 1938. There was no way to research magazines of that era because microfilming and digital articles didn’t exist. What to do? Light bulb! I looked in the classified ads in the back of the magazine. In a section titled Antique Models was a list of individuals who sold kits of older model airplanes. I started calling around and asking if anyone knew of a Raymond Heit model airplane kit. The nays had it. At last, one man I called responded in what I heard as excited abandonment. He yelled, ”Ray?? Ray Heit??? I said, “Yes”. He said, “That is so interesting! I flew his Bayridge Mike in a competition last weekend and I won!”
Initially, it was Greek to me but he finally translated. Bayridge Mike is my brother’s first design and this man won a recent competition with his model of that design.
His name was Jim Alaback and he was out of his mind with joy when I told him Ray Heit was still alive. I explained I was Raymond Heit’s sister. I wanted to give him a gift of some of his old model plane kits for his 80th birthday. He put me in touch with a man in Oregon who sells antique kits. I thanked him and called the Oregonian. He had two of my brother’s designs from the late 1930’s and sent them to me. He, too, was glad to know Ray Heit was still alive and kicking. He had recently competed with his own model of Bayridge Mike and won.
Jim Alaback called me back. Among other things, he was a stringer for Flying Models Magazine. He lived in San Diego and now that he knew Raymond was in California as well, he wondered if he could get in touch with Raymond to interview him for the magazine.
Start the drum roll now. Hey, we all know I am a performer and at 67 I was still tripping the boards. Lest we forget all my siblings were present, minus one. In the family, I was known disparagingly as “the actress”. I was not about to let this opportunity go, to show my siblings that I was more than “just an actress”. And I didn’t.
Most importantly, my oldest brother, who typically maintains “cool” as his permanent temperature, was singularly not cool. I was moved by personal revelations about a brother I did not know. The cherry on the cake was a planned interview with Alaback for the magazine.
And that is the one with the article my nephew recently sent to me.
Following the party, there was a meeting of minds and sensitivities of brother #1 with sister #7. A deepening of the connection which has everything to do with family and nothing to do with family. We had discovered each other and to this day maintain a growing and affectionate relationship. He has a passion that won’t quit. I believe it is that passion that gives his life the best defense against death.
Sending me a photo of himself at 101, 21 years after his 80th party, stirred the memory pot. As to that, I am of two different minds… so what else is new? Too much memory mucking around is not good, for it takes me out of the present where I need to be to keep my anxious tendencies tampered down. And yet, how important it is to keep those memories alive, both the yin and yang. They add texture and depth to a life lived.
Blending memories and realities is key to keeping my balance. For me, this photo has elements of the past, the present and the future. This my friends is Golden. Pure Gold.
Right??? Of course, right!!!
Love, Sally-Jane ❤️
3 thoughts on “The Business of Living is the Best Defense Against Death – Just ask my 101 year old brother”
Lovely story Sally! Hope I get to meet you someday?! Whenever I see Charles you are the first topic of conversation. Keep memories alive they do keep you young @ ❤️ I have no doubt you can reach to your 100th. I want a invite to the party 🎉
Great story, Sal! Fun to read about your brother’s role in model airplane development – similar to my father and Uncle Richard’s role in design and production of slightly larger aircraft ( ie, the Ercoupe.) You obviously have long life in your genes, so I expect you to follow in Raymond’s footsteps. Much love to you and all the gang,
You brought back great memories, and a great time was had,I can’t believe that so much time has past.
You had the whole family in awe over your fantastic reseaching Raymond.