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Showing posts with label First. Show all posts

Monday, 6 January 2014

Aviator Vecihi Hurkus


Aviator Vecihi Hurkus

Today, I will write about Mr. ‘Vecihi Hurkus’,

Who? I can hear 'you' asking me.

Vecihi Hurkus, I say.


Let me begin.

This gentleman was born on January 6, 1895, in the city of Istanbul, Ottoman-Turkey.  He holds the title for building the very first plane in this country.  

Mr. Hurkus, which translates to English, to mean 'Freebird', graduated from the Ottoman Empire’s prestigious ‘Tayyare Mektebi’ Aviation school. 

He joined the 9’Th Combat Aircraft Platoon in 1918 and here; he managed to design a fighter airplane.

After World War I, and despite many many obstacles, he designed and built the first airplane.  

He was the founder of ‘Hurkus Havayollari', which is translated to English to mean 'Freebird Airlines’ in the year 1954.

Amazing achievement for an individual, which I was ignorant of until reading a ‘enlightening’ article in a newspaper.  

I thought to share.

Sincerely.

Friday, 3 January 2014

The First Date

The First Date

Here is the story:

(told in point form; therefore fill in the gaps, in your mind)

Listen,


- when he was 19, she was 17,

- in Fatih, Istanbul, in the evening, when he returned to the neighbourhood from work,

- many girls in the neighbourhood would be perched infront of their windows waiting for him to come home, 

- the girls would come out side to run into him, by accident,

- he was a good looking kid, 

- however, he saw her,

- she was a beautiful young lady,

- he followed her home,

- he asked her out,

- the next night, he showed up at her front door, for the first date,

- he was wearing an old t-shirt, he was not-well-off...poor,

- she gave him a new buttoned down shirt, one of her father's,

- he wore it, they went out,

- after the date, they were walking back home late that night,

- her father sees them, from a distance,

- the father sees him wearing his brand new shirt,

- the father goes home to wait for his daughter,

- remember, this is not Canada, it is Turkia,

- it is 1966,

- the father looks in the closet, the shirt is not there,

- the father waits for her at the house,

- she comes home,

- the father asks her "who he was", 

- she says, he lives around the corner,

- the father says, "I like him, he can keep the shirt",

- the young couple,

- my mom & dad,

Sincerely.