A few weeks before the crash of AA 383, I had been to the airport on a field trip with my second grade class. The most memorable thing about that outing was watching a shiny Boeing 727 board for New York, then taxi and take off. I couldn't believe a plane that didn't have engines on the wings could fly until I saw it. Then came the crash, I remember live news coverage of the burning wreckage in the dark. I built a model of an American 727 then, and just recently built another one commemorating flight 383 with the tail number N1996. Later in life I got to fly on 727s a few times. It was such a unique design, radical even for its time, but ultimately a very safe and successful aircraft. There was a rash of 727 crashes around that time but none of them were the fault of the aircraft itself.
I just stumbled across this site and how I wish I knew it existed before this. My aunt was on TWA Flight 128 and did not survive. I don't know if it was known but my Aunt Joan Doran was in the navy active duty coming home on leave. I was only 7 at the time and remember the sadness that was felt not only for our families loss but for all that were lost. I hope someday to be able to visit the memorials. But thank you for remembering not only the people for KY but all the others that lost their lives. Catherin Carvalho
My Mother was on that flight. I was a Marine in Viet Nam and had to return home on the 22nd of Nov. Her name was Mary Fish. I went back to Nam on the 26th of Dec. Thanks for the Marker. If I ever get out that way. I'll make sure to stop by and see it. TWA Flight 128. Clifford Fish
My father (also John Waferling) was on this flight and, consequently died. My sister (Beverly Harrison of Columbus, Ohio) and I appreciate your efforts. John Waferling Jr.
Thanks so much for this memorial. My father was scheduled to fly on Flight 383 but his group canceled their reservation within a few hours of the flight. As he tells it, one member of their traveling party could not make it, so they had to delay. They ended up flying out the next day from NY. I was 6 years old at the time. My father and mother moved us to Cincinnati in 1966 and we lived there until 1974, before moving to NC. My father is now 89 years old...may all those who were not so fortunate rest in peace. Please send me information on membership.
Such a dark night, and even darker next day, when my brother's and my life changed forever with the crash of 128. Christopher Link
Rollie, your manuscript is great - thanks for mentioning Dad in the 694 section. He would have been proud. John Leming Jr.
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 the 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. Steve Creasy,
son of Sam Creasy