Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Here Lies Lucky (?) Lindy

At age 25 in 1927, Charles A. Lindbergh flew a one-seater plane from New York to Paris, collected a $25,000 reward for being the first to make the flight, and became for a time the most famous man in the world. "Lucky Lindy" had stepped out from the shadow of his congressman father and into a parade of limos covered with confetti.

He probably wishes time could have stopped there. Events of the remainder of his peripatetic life included the kidnap and murder of his son, an affair, accusations of being a racist and Nazi sympathizer, and dying in Hawaii of lymphoma at age 72. His unassuming grave is on the south coast of Maui at little Ho'omanu Church, on a lush, remote bluff overlooking the Pacific toward the Big Island. (See Maui Trailblazer, page 140, for details.)

On his gravestone is inscribed, "If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the utttermost parts of the sea." Mission accomplished, Charles. (From this site, Lindbergh, or anyone else with eagle eyes in 1937, could've witnessed the takeoff of Amelia Earhart's flight from Oahu that vanished in the Pacific, ending her attempt to circle the globe.)