JUNE 24th at Wings & Wheels- OAHS is proud to partner with the Cottage Grove Speedway to offer a FREE race pass with every paid admission to Wings & Wheels while supplies last!
$5 Adults 16 & up. Kids under 16 free. Event open from 11am-4pm
We are proud to be a part of our Cottage Grove community and we hope that you will join us for an exciting motorsport weekend here in the Grove!
We are proud to present the addition of Major Mike Carpentiero and “Stanley” the 1930 New Standard biplane at Wings & Wheels on June 24th at the Cottage Grove Airport!
Mike & Stanley will be around for rides all day and would love to show you the freedom of aviation!!
Event runs form 11am-4pm at The Oregon Aviation Historical Society, 2475 Jim Wright Way
*Price per person unknown at this time
Come join us June 24th for the Fourth Annual Wings & Wheels Vintage Aircraft and Car show!! Registration now open!
Do you or any of your friends own vintage cars or motorcycles? Maybe a vintage aircraft we haven’t seen in a while?
Print out and mail, or email your form- we would love to have you!!
Event will host Big Bites food truck – with floats and ice cream! We will also have on site raffles and a people’s choice award for car, aircraft, and motorcycle!! Event runs from 11am-4pm
If you are interested in volunteering for this, or any of our other events, please contact our secretary at 541-767-0244.
Thank you and we hope to see you there!!
The OAHS annual membership meeting will be held April 8th here in Cottage Grove at the society hangar. It is also open to the public. Cost is $15 per person, lunch included.
Lunch will be served at 12pm, meeting starting at 12:30.
This year we will have a presentation by Rick Brown, a photographer and aviation historian from Kizer, OR. He has been published in Sport Aviation, Vintage Airplane, Warbird Digest, and Audubon, just to name a few.
You can mail an RSVP with a check to:
2475 Jim Wright Way
Cottage Grove OR 97424
Or you may use paypal by clicking the donate button at the bottom of the page. Simply write in the “Notes” section that you would like to RSVP for the annual meeting and how many people will be attending.
Thank you for your continued support and we hope to see you!
We met our last goal!! Thank you to all who participated! We are now looking for another 25 likes on our Facebook page and we will draw another winner for our George Yates shirt!! So head on over and check out all that’s going on here at the museum and give us a like! We hope to see you soon and until then happy flying!!
Visit our Facebook page Oregon Aviation Historical Society for a chance to win this lovely decoration!
Donated to us by the Estate of the late Buck Thompson, a WWII Pilot and avid visitor of our Stearman Fly-ins.
Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
‘Twas the Flight Before Christmas!
“Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care,
In hopes – come morning – they’d all still be there.
The fuel trucks were nestled all snug in their spots,
Gusts were two-forty at thirty-nine knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk — at long last caught up –
And then settled down with my cold coffee cup.
When the scanner lit up with noise and the with chatter,
I turned up the volume to see what was the matter.
A vice clearly heard over static and snow
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.
He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
I near missed the call sign he used: “Ol’ St. Nick.”
I ran to the panel and turned up the lights,
To better welcome this magical flight.
He called his position, no room for denial,
“Ol’ St. Nick One, turnin’ left onto final.”
And what to may wondering eyes should appear,
But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!
With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came.
As he passed all the fixes, he called them by name;
“Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!
On Comet! On Cupid!” What pills was he takin’?
While controllers were sittin’ and scratchin’ their heads,
They phoned to my office — I heard it with dread.
The message they left was both urgent and dour;
“When St. Nick pulls in, have him please call the tower.”
He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking.
Ground said, “Left at Charlie and taxi to parking.”
He slowed to a taxi, then turned off three-oh,
And stopped on the ramp with a “Ho-ho-ho-ho.”
He stepped form the sleigh, but before he could talk,
I ran to meet him with my best set of chocks.
Red Helmet and goggles all covered with frost,
His white beard now blackened from Reindeer exhaust.
His breath smelled like peppermint gone slightly stale,
And he puffed his clay pipe — but he didn’t inhale.
His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly.
His boots were as black as a crop-duster’s belly.
He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
And he asked me to “Fill it with hunnert low-lead,”
when he came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,
I knew he was anxious for drainin’ the sump.
I spoke not a word but went straight to my work,
And I filled up the sleigh, when just stared like a jerk.
He strolled from the restroom, he sighed in relief,
Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.
And I thought, as he silently scribed in his log,
These reindeer could land with on-eighth mile in fog.
He completed his preflight, from front to the rear,
Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, “Clear!”
Then laying a finger on his mike’s push-to-talk,
He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
“Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot’s discretion.”
He dashed down the runway, the best of the best,
“Your traffic’s a Grumman, inbound from the west.”
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,
“Merry Christmas to all! — Nick has traffic in sight!”