Helen Richey never was much interested in dolls and dresses
as a young girl, which probably didn’t sit well with folks in 1909. With her
father in education, she was lucky to be able to attend college for an
education career, but it bored her, and she dropped out. Teaching just didn’t
interest her What to do with her life? She’d no clue.
Helen and a girlfriend decided to go fly in an airplane.
It’s funny how things in life can just fall into your lap: when their plane
landed in Cleveland after a short
flight, she arrived just in time to see aviator Ruth Nichols, surrounded by the
press, fussing over her and taking photos left and right. Bingo! Right then and
there she knew she wanted to be a pilot.
By the summer of 1930, she received her pilot’s license, and
as a reward, her father bought her an open-cockpit bi-plane. That was fun; but
Helen already had her sights set on flying a commercial airliner. Six months
later, she had that license as well. But that was not enough for this ambitious
young woman. She wanted more! Next on her agenda: stunt flying. Helen took to
aerobatic piloting like she’d been doing it all her life. In a mere two years,
she had achieved national recognition, and came in third place in the 1932
Amelia Earhart Trophy race.
Helen continued to participate in races across the country
for two more years. After the loss of a close female aviator friend in a tragic
plane crash, she abandoned stunt flying. In December of 1934, she accepted a
job with Central Airlines, becoming the first woman to fly a commercial
airlines on a regular schedule. That was all well-and-good, until she
discovered that the airlines had ulterior motives. They wanted to cash-in on
her notoriety. She actually flew very little, and when she did, it was under
strict guidelines: only in good weather. Her male counterparts gave her a hard
time, souring this job in less than a year.
Although WWII had not begun, there were enough signs that
Helen thought to prepare. She enrolled in pilot instruction courses, and soon
was ready to train military pilots. After that, she taught airline pilots how
to become instructors.
Helen finally became involved in WWII in 1942, but not in
the United States.
In England, she
would join the British Air Transport Auxiliary, or ATA. In the ATA, she ferried
planes from factories to airfields. This might sound easy, but in reality, she
never knew what kind of plane she would be flying, and would find herself
scrambling to read the manual to figure out how to take off and land the darned
thing.
About nine months later, Helen returned to the United
States to organize a group of female pilots.
This happened about the same time her mother became seriously ill, and died.
Despite her loss, and silent grief, she did manage to keep racking up flight
hours and notoriety. She achieved the rank of Major.
After the war, it became harder for her to find employment
as a female pilot, because men were returning and were given the jobs she was
qualified for. Depressed over the death of her mother, a close friend, feeling
unappreciated and lost, Helen committed suicide on January 7th, 1947.
Such a tragic ending for such an inspirational story of
courage and fortitude.
In March of 2010, Helen Richey received the Congressional
Gold Medal for her WWII service. It’s sad she wasn’t appreciated sooner for all
of her wonderful accomplishments.
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