Flight school

The venerable old King Edward Hotel in Niagara Falls. It has subsequently been destroyed.

The venerable old King Edward Hotel in Niagara Falls. It has subsequently been destroyed.

In April of 1968 I trundled off to Niagara Helicopters Ltd., and bunked down at the King Edward Hotel — meals included — in downtown Niagara Falls. It was all part of the flight school’s enrollment.

The “King Eddy” was a grand old hotel in the downtown section of Niagara Falls where the company put us up as part of the freight. During my stay there I spent many memorable hours in the company of the Jack Drake Duo – piano and drums, if I remember right – and the strippers who performed on weekends. In other words, I spent a lot of time in the bar.

The King Eddy’s dining room cook was pretty good. In the three months I was enrolled in Niagara’s 100-hour course, I gained about 12 pounds – not bad for a skinny 20-year-old. The cook had a good-looking daughter who waited tables in the dining room, but damned if she’d let any of us flyboys hook up with her. She watched over that girl with an eagle eye like I had never seen.

I can’t imagine why.

Three short months, $8000

Two earstwhile students whiling away the hours in the King Eddy.

Two earstwhile students whiling away the hours in the King Eddy - Bruce Dennison, right, and Don, upper left.

One hundred hours of helicopter flight time was worth eight thousand dollars, not a paltry sum of money back then. I had worked for a number of years, and my family helped out too, so the price wasn’t all that bad. Still, it was expensive, and it had to be paid out over three short months, which was the length of the course.

One of the characters at the school was Bob (for the life of me I can’t remember his last name now). He had something to do with management, although we could never figure out what his background was. I suspect that his main claim to fame was as a drinking partner to the owner of the place. Cigar-smoking Bob was always on the lookout for “dollies”, and he had a never-ending repertoire of stories about his dollies with which he was only too happy to regale us.

Lounge lizards and flight instructors

Martin Sokoloski and Ian Wright

Marty and Ian make plans for some of us to "shuffle off to Buffalo" for some well-deserved R&R. On one trip, we almost ended up in jail, but that's a story for another time.

Not to be outdone in that department, the best flight instructor I ever had – Ben Arnold – would sometimes play the piano in the lounge, and Ben and I would end up drinking for free with his tips. Buster, the night manager, would just shake his head at the two of us.

I wrestled with a Bell 47D, CF-JBQ and its “irreversible” flight controls, and when I took my DOT ride, I had more flight time than the check pilot who gave me the flight test. Today, that would be an impossibility, given the number of highly qualified helicopter pilots who work for Transport Canada. I was happy to have gotten my commercial license – YZC-9789.

Once graduation had come and gone, most of us ended up flying tourists over the falls. The luckier ones ended up at the company’s base in Moosonee on James Bay. Fortunately, I was one of the lucky ones.

2 thoughts on “Flight school

  1. Don McKnight

    I was another of the many graduates of Niagara in 1967. I ended up in Moosonee where I replaced Harold Keeler, who made the mistake of lending me his motorcycle while he had a vacation. When he got back he must have realized his mistake when I was in the hospital in Timmons after being med-evacted to Moose Factory then again to Timmons because of a small accident (hit a truck head-on) and his bike was destroyed.
    The Bob you can’t remember in your story wouldn’t be Bob McCord would it.

    1. Twolane Post author

      No, it’s not Bob McCord. It wasn’t a pilot.

      This Bob wore a shiny green suit that he was extremely proud of, smoked cigars, and talked with a hoarse voice.

      Harold ended up working for Skyrotors up in Moosonee. He smacked the ground with a Hiller during an attempt at picking up a sling load by the tracks. If I remember right, he broke a foot in the accident, but other than that, he was unharmed.

      Thanks for taking the time to comment.


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