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A Magnificent Woman in Her Flying Machine : Jessie Woods Can't Drive, but Her Wing-Walking Drove Crowds Wild

May 24, 1987|JANE SUTTON | United Press International

LAKELAND, Fla. — Jessie Woods never learned to drive a car, but she stood on her head on airplane wings and began flying when aviation had a soul.

In those days, airplane fuel was 15 cents a gallon and Charles Lindbergh had just knocked the cap off the new frontier.

"I was born at the best of times the world has ever known, or will know," Woods said. "At the time I broke into aviation, aviation was coming up to bloom. Now it's outgrown itself. It has grown beyond me. I can't really comprehend it.

'Erased the Soul'

"The push buttons have erased the soul of aviation," said Woods, a trim 78-year-old with dark eyebrows, bright eyes and gray and white hair drawn into a bun.

"You don't learn to fly airplanes anymore. You take a computer course. People sit there and look at buttons and lights instead of looking out the window."

Jessie remembers flying alone in an open cockpit through an open sky, singing away at the top of her lungs, and it makes her cry.

"I flew when flying was flying, when it was just you and God and eternity."

Born on a central Kansas wheat farm, she went to school in a one-room schoolhouse, rode a tractor and helped plow the fields.

"My view of the world was from over a horse's rear. I was really country," she said. "I don't think I'd ever seen toilet paper. We used the old Sears catalogue. Back then they had very good ink. It didn't come off."

Gave Violin Lessons

Her family moved to Olympia, Wash., where she later entered college. She majored in music and gave violin lessons but considered physical education the only useful thing she learned in school.

"I wanted to be a P.E. instructor. My heart and soul was in gymnastics. My dad wanted me to be a fiddle player. Neither one won."

Her career changed headings when her family pulled her out of college and moved back to Kansas, to "a dinky little cow town between Dodge and Garden City." Woods was outraged.

"Everybody smelled like manure," she said.

Her brother told her one day that a couple of guys had been parking airplanes in a nearby pasture, and that he himself had earned a ride by helping wash down a plane. Lacking alternative amusement, she went with him to check out the strange new machines.

"They were nasty. They were dirty. They were ugly. My first impression was, why would anyone want to ride in a dumb thing like that?"

Pilot Made Impression

The handsome, dark-haired pilot, however, made a better first impression. When he eventually left to perform in a traveling air show, she packed a few clothes in her violin case, told her parents she was going with friends to play at a dance in a nearby town and ran off and married him.

"My father would have shot him. My parents were kind of old-timey. Flying was a sin. He flew in an airplane and drank liquor and played cards."

They were married 30 years, until Johnny Woods died of meningitis in 1959.

Her parents eventually forgave her and her husband taught her to fly an 0XX6 Sullivan biplane.

"He wasn't exactly a good instructor. He screamed a lot. But back then you could fly unlicensed. There weren't too many airplanes. There was a lot of open country," Woods said.

Put on Air Shows

They traveled from the Rockies to the Atlantic and from Mexico to Canada, putting on air shows at fields and fairgrounds and charging spectators $1 per carload. They were part of a troupe called The Flying Aces.

Jessie learned to grind valves, washed down the engines with gasoline and patched holes in the cloth wings. She did laundry in motel bathtubs and clipped her husband's undershorts to the blades of ceiling fans, spinning them dry in time to pack up and move to the next town.

The Depression was on and the troupe was hungry. The Flying Aces labored to come up with a gimmick to draw bigger crowds.

"We were standing around talking and someone said, 'What we need is an attraction. What we really need is a woman wing walker.'

"Pretty soon I saw they were all looking at me. I noticed I was the only woman there."

Tied Rope Around Waist

Her husband tied a rope around her waist and tied the other end inside the fuselage. When the plane reached 500 feet and 80 m.p.h., Jessie walked out.

She inched her way along the wooden span that supported the cloth wing, and began crawling over and under the wires that stretched between its double spans.

"I said to myself, 'This is the last moment of my life. This is it.' The prop blast was hitting me. The wind was dragging on the rope. The rope got tangled up in the wires. I knew I was dying. I was mad. Oooh, I was mad.

"When we landed, we had our first family argument. I said if I was going to do this I was going to do it my way, with no rope. I just blew up like Mt. Vesuvius. I think we got along better after that."

She learned to make parachute jumps and performed gymnastic routines on the wings. It was easy, she said, so long as you remembered the cardinal rule.

Wing Walking's Rule

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