This poem appeared in the paper (probably
The Post/ Times Star at that time).
On November the eighth, nineteen sixty-five
Fifty-eight people lost their lives
In an airplane crash on a lonely hill
That was deep in the darkness which
completely filled the early autumn night.
The folks on board had no suspicion of the disastrous end to their aerial mission, for their eyes were lifted to a place above where The Father's arms were spread with love,
And there they will dwell forevermore . . .
Safe inside." Unknown Source
I had no idea that this
website existed. You have no idea of how cathartic this is for the
family members of those who died on Fl 383 in 1965. I was a 17 year old
high school senior, whose last memory of my father was the very early morning of
Nov. 8th as he left Philadelphia for New York. He reminded me to make
his birthday cake for the next day was his birthday and he would be
flying home from Cincinnati on Wed. We heard about the crash and we sat
up until late waiting to hear something. Late that night, the priest
came to tell us that Dad would never be coming home. Friends and
neighbors took all the newspapers away so I never saw any pictures until
tonight. He just never came home. Even at 63 years old, I still
measure time as "before the accident" and "after". Looking at the
pictures, reading what really happened, reading what the witnesses
saw.... It brought it back, with all the tears again, but also with a
sense of closure. Your site and all then work you have done have made a
personal tragedy and pain part of history and the knowledge that it
will not be just forgotten is very healing. Thank you.Susan Patterson
My father, William R. McDevitt, was one of the victims of Flt. 383. Julia Harmon
I had no idea this existed. Thank you.
son of Sam Creasy