January 1, 1960:

My 32 year old mother takes me (8 years old, my 5 year old brother, my 1.5 year old sister, and my 6-month old sister on an Eastern Airlines Lockheed Electra evening flight from Newark, NY to Miami, FL. We were leaving New Jersey and moving to Florida for good. My father would follow the following week by car. I don't know how mom did it with the four of us. Maybe she took advantage of the "drink service" and I was not aware of it then.

I do distinctly remember the hot glowing exhaust coming out of the engines and thinking that the plane was on fire.