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Things I Did Not Know About Indonesia


I recently was given a great gift through the opportunity to serve on a project in the country of Indonesia, specifically the Provence of Papua.  The opportunity came up very fast and aside from a few minor logistical items, most of which were taken care of for me by the sponsoring organization, I was on my way in a matter of a few weeks.

I knew little or nothing about this island nation on the other side of the planet.  I barely knew how to get there.  (head to Australia and stop short….).  As I made preparations to leave, there were many questions, but I knew from past travels there are just a few essentials one needs to have and know in order to go.  The sponsoring organization has many years in this location, so I trusted they would take care of me.

Needful Preparations
On the other hand, I wanted to be prepared so as not to be a burden.  I wanted to arrive as part of the team.  Fortunately, I am married to the consummate researcher.  My husband would rather research anything over almost any other activity in life.  I am not exaggerating….!
So, as I took care of the practical aspects of my departure such as what:
  • clothes to take (hot, humid, tropical)?
  • laundry facilities would there be?
  • medicines to carry with me (malaria and dengue fever – gulp)
  • would access to connectivity be? Computer, iPhone needed?

as well as,

  • Paying bills
  • stocking the pantry ahead
  • and scheduling BLOG and Facebook posts through the end of the year.
 We also took time to do our annual legacy file review:  wills, power of attorneys and monthly budget procedures.  We do this every year and this trip seemed a prudent time to get it done.
Useful Indonesia Information
In the midst of this, Hubby was glued to his computer looking up facts, information and curious tidbits about my destination.  At the moment, these bits of information were the last thing on my mind, but I have come to learn after 40 years of marriage, that however out of time, his research comes in handy – eventually.
Here are some things I did not know about this fourth populous nation of the earth:
  • It is the largest island nation on earth with over 13,000 islands forming the archipelago.  Most are uninhabited.  By the way, most island nations are the tops of volcanoes, both dead and alive, and the remains of ocean floors pushed up from volcanic activity.  Earthquakes and tremors were normal.
  • It’s land mass is 1/5th of the United States, however, when overlay-ed the USA, it stretches on the diagonal from Oregon to Florida.
  • The Republic of Indonesia is also the Spice Islands.  Cloves, Nutmeg, Cinnamon, Star anise, turmeric to name a few, have been sought after and traded for since ships and caravans found their way from Europe.  Remember the brand of spices your mother used to buy:  Spice Islands!
  • They drive on the left side of the road, right hand drive.  This goes back to the Dutch Colonial days when they also drove on the “other” side of the road.  The Dutch changed in the early 1900’s but Indonesia remained Right hand drive to conform with much of their region including Australia and Southeast Asia.  I had to resurrect my London days of “Look right” before crossing roads to avoid angry beeps from the herds of scooters!
  • The Sumatra and Java Coffee I drink at Starbucks come from Indonesia.
A Personal Connection

My father-in-law was stationed at Morotai on the Island of Maluku during WWII.  He flew P-38 reconnaissance at the end of the war and was all over the Pacific Theater in his career.  It was not until this trip that his time in Morotai came alive.  I did not visit there – it would have been like visiting Idaho while in Kansas, but still I am the one family member to get this close.

A Small Part of Indonesia
My exposure to Indonesia was very limited given its size.  The airport at Jakarta on the Island of Java and Sentani-Jayapura on the Indonesian side of the Island of Papua. I discovered the huge part this region played in the Pacific aspects of WWII.  I read several books during my trip (25 hours in the air each way gives one a lot of uninterrupted reading time).
While there, I was loaned a copy of Lost in Shangri-la by  Mitchell Zuckoff .  While telling the remarkable story of the discovery of the lost Dani tribe, it also provided a wealth of information on the role this strategic spot played during this time, the region’s history and the history of its people.
  • The Sentani Airport was built by the Japanese, then taken over by the US and allied forces.
  • General MacArthur was headquartered there and today remains an Indonesian military compound that contain artifacts of his time there.
  • There are virtually no roads to the interior of this island.  Wamena, is the world’s largest city is supplied only by aviation.
  • There are over 800 languages on the island of Papua alone.  The national language, Bahasa Indonesian, was adopted in the 1930s.   Its’ written form came into being over the previous 100 or so years during the Dutch colonial days.  In 1945 it was adopted as the national language in the constitution.  Most Indonesians are fluent in one or more of the other languages and speak a different language in the home.
Learning How Much There Is to Learn
All of this served as a humble reminder of how self-centric we are naturally.  I felt the sting, more than once, of my own ignorance of such a significant region as I learned more and more about the context in which my service would take place.  Yet, I did not scratch the surface of this remarkable place:  Bali, Kalimatran, Sumatra, Java, and much much more.
In the coming weeks, I will be sharing aspects of faith, family, and flight which  converged  into this unexpected assignment.   As we identify, build, shore-up and realize the stones in our unique Stonebridge of life, the history, back-story and context serve to add color, depth, hue, shades and over-all meaning to what appears on the surface.  Here’s to digging deep in 2018.
Name one event or experience that helped define your Stonebridge in 2017?  Please share in the comments below and don’t forget to subscribe!  I love hearing from you!

Flaps – A Cullen Cat at Maison Steinbuchel

A man is like a cat; chase him and he will run – sit still and ignore him and he’ll come purring at your feet. – Helen Rowland

We are cat people.  This was not always the case with me.  Oh, I had pets growing up but they were always outside pets, mostly dogs.  The attachment fell far short of what I know today.  This had to do with the fact that:

  • We were a farming community and my mother was raised on a farm;
  • Animals served a practical role and were somewhat transitory so we were not encouraged to get too attached;

If I had any real attachment to animals growing up it was to horses on my grand parents farm and to the iconic TV animals like Flicka, Lassie and Trigger. I out-grew all that when boys became more than someone to just climb trees with, but that is another subject.

Married To A Cat Person

I became a cat person when I married. My husband is a true cat whisperer and could give Jackson Galaxy some serious competition. He has an amazing way of bringing out the unique personality of any cat, of restoring cats who are damaged and to actually get them to mind! Well, mind in that “I’m a cat” sort of way. We have a lot of fun with our kitty tribe. No, we are not crazy cat people, but I have learned to truly love, appreciate and even train these furry soul-mates.

Aviation Cats


The oldest of our tribe right now is Flaps. Yes, Flaps, like the control surface on an airplane. He is the fifth in a series of aviation named cats. The first three were Pitch, Roll, and Yaw. There were also Stick and Rudder.  They are gone now, but Flaps, now six-teen years old, remains.

We started the series when we acquired an airplane hangar with an apartment. The cat’s job, besides keeping us company and entertained, were to keep rodents under control in the hangar. Rodents can be very damaging to aircraft and this was our way of dealing with them. Our version of barn cats.

Continue reading Flaps – A Cullen Cat at Maison Steinbuchel

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Old Airports and Second Amendment Rights

“Your connections to all the things around you literally define who you are.”  – Aaron D. O’Connell
“They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.” – Benjamin Franklin, Historical Review of Pennsylvania, 1759
Over the years as I drove to and from the east side of Wichita on 13th street, I passed an odd building on the north side of the street next to the Ken-Mar shopping center.  For a while it was something called Sky Bowl, a bowling alley, but has since morphed into a furniture store.  At some point I discovered the building had begun its’ life as an airplane hangar on the now closed Wilson/ Ken-Mar airport. This made sense of the building itself and of the name “Sky Bowl”.  I was fascinated yet sad that a little airport was no more.
Lost Airports

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There are, in fact, dozens of these stories in an around the Wichita area and well beyond.  I am in possession of a copy of the 1949-1950 Kansas Airport Directory listing the Kansas airports of that time.  The Ken-Mar Airport’s last listing is in this edition, as it was closed around 1950.  What is known of its history, and the history of many other lost airports, can be found at a site:  Abandoned & Little Known Airfields.  The site is maintained by Paul Freeman and a group of other “aviation archaeologists” , on a donation basis.  A true labor of love.
The Second Amendment and An Airport Converge
My husband and I go to the Ken-Mar area for two reasons:  first, one branch of one of our bank is located there and second, it is also the location of the shooting range we are members of:  The Bullseye.
The latter reason is directly related to the Ken-Mar airport since The Bullseye is located in one of the other former airplane hangars.  In 2016 we fulfilled a long-time desire to exercise our second amendment rights.  We acquired concealed and carry permits for handguns.  We gifted each other the class, handguns and the necessary equipment for Christmas. Periodically, we dutifully clean our guns and head to the former airport now shooting range to stay proficient.
When one drives into the residential area, behind the shopping area, the cluster of 1940’s concrete structures makes sense once you realize you are at the southwest corner of what was once the 2600′ north south runway of the old Ken-Mar airport.  I can’t help but look up as we enter hesecond amendment structure and imagine Piper Cubs landing or taking off.  As a private pilot and an American citizen, who cherishes both our freedom to fly and right to bear arms, I find a comforting connection between the two at the Ken-Mar location.
At Risk
I also find it interesting that these two freedoms, rights and privileges are constantly at risk.  They are unique to this nation with roots as deep as her birth and inspired from a profound place.  Exercising these privileges by taking to the sky and through target practice is my personal stand for these privileged freedoms.
Now please excuse me while I go clean my gun and head to the old airport.
Take time today to reflect on one or two freedoms you cherish.  What will you do today to exercise those freedoms?  Please comment below. 

Daddy – An Airport Story in Three Parts

“Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.”  – 
Langston Hughes

This is the last of three installments of a short story about vision, an airport and flying. 

I soloed January 10, 1992 and received my single engine land private pilot  license in June.

Rooks County Airport DedicationVision and Dreams

On July 4, 1992, I flew the Aircoupe to the national Ercoupe convention being held in Newton, KS, just north of Wichita.  My family was also there, and I flew Daddy as my first passenger, in the Aircoupe, and as a licensed pilot that day.

Daddy ‘s piloting days may have been over but his vision for an all-weather airport lingered.     During the years I worked at Wichita, Daddy and I had several conversations about the FAA airport trust fund that was available for communities to develop local airports as a part of the national transportation system.

Moving Away

In 1995, My FAA career took me to Brussels Belgium during which time the coupe was tucked safely away, looked after by friends and family.  Mom and Dad moved to Wichita where they cared for our home during our stay overseas and to help with their transition to retirement.  I flew each time I was back for a visit.  In 1999 I returned to the states.   I was assigned to the air traffic safety office in Fort Worth Texas.  Daddy’s health was failing.

I found a living situation at an airport near Fort Worth where I was able to acquire a hanger with an apartment. In this space I could keep the coupe, my car and have a home away from home for this last season of my career.  I looked forward to having Daddy visit our hangar home, but that was not to be.  In March of 2000, Daddy died from multiple melanoma cancer having only seen pictures of the Coupe in her newest home.  As far as I know, He was not aware of the new plans underway for the airport he had envisioned.  Yet the seeds of the vision and dream were growing. Continue reading Daddy – An Airport Story in Three Parts

Dreams – An Airport Story in Three Parts – II

“Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.”  Jean Genet

This is a continuation of a previous post.  Enjoy!

“The day arrived and on September 14, 1969,  Daddy became a certified private pilot.  He logged 1114.45 hours of flying time over the span of 19  years and one month, almost to the day.  His first lePaul Hancock Pilot Certifcationsson was at the Phillipsburg, KS airport in a J-3 Cub on October 14, 1962 and his last logged flight was from the Plainville airpark on September 21, 1981.  Most of the hours flown were in Aircoupe N3052G.  In high school, I was a frequent flyer passengers.

The coupe became Daddy’s transport, companion and therapy; his place to dream and escape. It would be years before I understood the relationship he had with that little plane. The coupe remained at the Plainville Airpark until 1991.

Dreams Fade

In the late 1960s and into the early 70s, in addition to running his auto parts business, Dad became involved in local government, both as councilman and later as mayor.  So as time progressed, the coupe’s time in the air began to dwindle.  In the mid to late 70s, economic downturns and health issues, infringed further on Daddy’s ability to spend time in the air.  There were rumors that Dad had offers to sell the plane, but he needed to keep her close, even if she had to sit quietly on the ground looking south from her open hangar.

Activity at the airpark came and went.  The one major issue:  water.  The field was well drained and a perfectly fine grass strip but rain, snow, ice and other kinds of moisture hampered consistant use.  In fact, there were no all weather airports in all of Rooks County.  In 1978 he and several others began to work on a plan to correct this.  The vision was modest:  simply black top the airpark runway.  Plans and proposals were made with rationale far beyond just a few guys with a hobby.  As mayor, he could see it as an extension of main street for business, as well as providing access to medical flights, and other emergency needs.  Perceptions, costs, and local politics got in the way and plans ended up on the shelf. The time was not yet.

Dreams Transition

In the meantime, I had left home, married and began a career with the FAA as an air traffic controller. When that career brought me to Wichita, KS in 1988, I decided to finally get my private pilot’s license.  I had wanted to do this since I first flew with Daddy, and had even begun training at one point, but the right time had finally arrived.

In a phone conversation with Dad, I asked if the Coupe was flyable. His answer was evasive:  “it was flying when I last parked her in the hangar”.  I asked how long it had been.  “A couple of years”.   I asked if I could use it to build the hours I needed to get my license, his response after thinking it over, was “if you can fix it, you can fly it”.  I had no idea what was invdreamsolved.  I later discovered it had been 11 years since her last airworthiness check.  It was going to be work.

My flight instructor and I flew his plane to Plainville to assess the situation in the fall of 1991.  She was in sad shape. It took two more trips with different assortments of mechanics before,  on a cold March day in 1992 she departed Plainville Airpark on a ferry permit for her new home in Wichita.

In the meantime, I had continued my flight training and realized the Coupe would not be the plane I would build my flight hours in. The plan had shifted.  Daddy was ready to share her with me, and so we took joint ownership.  When I was not supervising a shift at the Wichita air traffic tower/TRACON or working on some aspect of my pilot training, I was assisting the team of mechanics bringing N3052G back to an airworthy condition.”

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I know, this was more about an airplane than an airport, but one exists for the other! The  final installment of this airport story and vision next time.

Dreamers – An Airport Story in Three Parts

“Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it…”   ― Wilferd Peterson

“I turned left onto a half-mile final for a south landing.  There it was, five thousand feet of new concrete; an airport thirty years in the making, carved out of farmland in rural Kansas.  My Kansas.   My roots.  My spirit welled up as I made my final traffic call, “Rooks County Regional Airport traffic, Aircoupe three zero five two golf, on short final for runway one-eight. “  The little red coupe seemed to perk up as I trimmed her to follow the visual glide path to a flawless, slightly cross-wind landing.  I could almost hear Daddy smile from that great cloud of witnesses as we taxied off the runway onto the ramp toward the waiting crowd.

dreamersI had been following the progress of the new Rooks County Regional Airport (KRKS) since I learned, during a 23 year high school class reunion in 2006, that plans were back underway for an all weather airport near my hometown.  So when I was invited to the dedication by a former classmate, I knew I had to fly the     Aircoupe back “home”. Continue reading Dreamers – An Airport Story in Three Parts

Goals: Write Them Down. It Works!

goals“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”  Paulo Coelho
 Each year since the early 1980s I have set goals.  I always had goals, lists, “to-dos” in my head, but actual written goals came later.  When I first started, it was primarily in the context of my job/career.  In fact, it was forced upon me as a part of the air traffic community as one of the cures for the 1981 air traffic strike.  The air traffic world was told we needed a culture change, and one of the expressions of that became the Individual Development Plan (IDP).  We were strongly urged to create one of these as a part of our annual performance review.  At the time, I just wanted to be an air traffic controller and separate air planes, but to comply with the “suggestion” I did a rather tongue in cheek” IDP.  In other words, I did not take it seriously.  Or so it seemed.
In that first IDP.  I put down three “goals”.  They actually fell more into the desire, dreaming or wish list category:
  1. Move back to Kansas, my home state – We were living in California at the time
  2. Become a fighter pilot
  3. Work for the FAA in Europe
There was no way these could happen from where I sat at the time and my supervisor told me so.  He basically smirked and gave me that “you’re kidding, right?” look.  I looked back with raised eyebrows and stated:  it was “My IDP”, and he reluctantly signed it.  Boxed checked.  Back to telling pilots where to go.  That was in 1985.
Or Could They?
In 1988 we moved to Kansas after I applied for and was offered a promotion to the Wichita Airport Traffic Control facility.  During my time there, I became a private pilot and was also allowed to fly an F-4, a T-38 and an F-16 as a part of my air traffic staff duties.  OK, the F-16 was a simulator and I am not qualified to fly a fighter on my own, not even close.  Yet, for a civilian private pilot in her late 30s at the time, it was the closest I was going to get!
Then in 1994, I was selected as the Air Traffic Representative for Europe, Africa and the Middle East based out of the Brussels, Belgium office.  I had actually forgotten the IDP until I was going through some papers packing for the move to Brussels.  I was as stunned.  Nine years from impossible to completed!  Three seemingly unrelated, lofty, even silly goals, done.  That was a true aha moment.
Written Goals Work
Since that first IDP, I have come to value the process of setting written goals.  The reason:  it works.  Somehow, articulating one’s desires. dreams and intentions in a written form gives them life.  So, this time of year, I begin to look at my current year’s goals.  What did I achieve?  What did I miss?  What do I carry over in light of what I want the end of next year to look like?  It it both painful and exciting.  Painful; because some things  did not get done – this year.  Exciting because some things were completed and moreover a whole new year lies ahead.  This year, I am doing all of this goal stuff under the umbrella of my Life Plan that I developed earlier in the year, and which I recently did an annual review and update.
Goal Setting – A Framework
I break my goals into categories in an effort to maintain a certain equilibrium:  Spiritual, Soul Tending (Mind, will and emotions), Physical, Relational (marriage, extended family, church family and social), Vocational and Rest/Restoration.  Having these set as a framework for my goals helps to ensure each area gets appropriate attention.  Some call it life balance, I just want things to stay upright and moving forward as smoothly as possible.  That means that there may be seasons where one area gets more attention than another.
Your categories need to reflect your unique life and values.  Perhaps you have never taken the time to inventory and articulate the facets of your life.  This would be a good place to start.  Here is a  free resources that can guide you:  http://www.goalsettingbasics.com/free-goal-setting-worksheets.html
Goals and Vision
Once you have the various areas of your life defined, then look at each one and think:
What does this mean to me?
What do I want this area to look like at the end of 2017?
It may also to be helpful to make an inventory of activities you currently expend time and energy on.  Then look at each one and decide:  Is this truly contributing to my intention in this area?  will it move me toward my desires in this area next year.  If not, does the activity need to be adjusted, delegated or simply deleted?  Once this evaluation is complete, using the activities that remain, list one thing you can do to or continue to do to move you toward your vision for each area.  I have found that when I do the above process, my goals for the next year emerge organically and can move to further define particular goals in each area.
For this, I recommend the following sites as a resource.  Much of the information offered at no cost, along with products and/or subscriptions available for purchase.  To be honest you don’t need to spend a dime to get a robust plan of your own going.  Just search “goal setting” once on each site, pick a process and then trust it.
Goals Nuts and Bolts
Some things to consider to ensure a balanced goal setting menu:
  1. Goals should be SMARTER
  2. They should include both habit goals and one-time goals
  3. Consider a PUSH goal – or a BHAG – a Big Hairy Audacious Goal.  One that will get you us in the morning and (sometimes) awake at night.
  4. Set between 5-10 total goals for a year. More than ten and the likelihood of finishing any of them diminishes.
Last – Schedule them on your calendar for next year.  Start with the what Stephen Covey call the BIG ROCKS, events and/or activities that have great value to you or to reaching a goal but tend to get crowded out by the trivia of life.  Consider assigning the one-time goals into a particular quarter or season.  That way you focus on one or two at a time, get it done and move one.  That can help avoid the end of year crunch.
Since I wrote that first IDP, I have learned some about this goal setting thing adding a certain intentionality and efficiency to the process.  Therefore it does not take nine years.  Still that first effort and the results, impresses me to this day.  It has served to keep me motivated in my goal setting process.
Has goal setting been a part of your life?  If so, what benefits has it had.  
If not, what is holding you back?
Please comment below

Seeds of a First Flight

“Jesus said, “The kingdom of God is like a man who scatters seeds on the ground. He sleeps at night and is awake during the day. The seeds sprout and grow, although the man doesn’t know how. The ground produces grain by itself. First the green blade appears, then the head, then the head full of grain. As soon as the grain is ready, he cuts it with a sickle, because harvest time has come.” 
Mark 4:26-28
This summer we took a short trip to my hometown for my 45th High School Reunion.  We extended the IMG_0697trip by one night taking the long way home in order to make a few more memory stops from my childhood.  One of those stops was in  Philllpsburg,  Kansas.  For the most part, growing up, Phillipsburg was the town we headed north to in order to join Highway 36 east bound when traveling to visit my maternal grandparents on the farm located in Jewell County.  However, there was one formative visit to Philllipsburg that planted a seed from which a harvest continues to this day.  It was the place where I took my first airplane ride.
I do not know the exact year, but I was somewhere around the age of eight.  Other details are foggy as well, but I do recall that 30 minute introduction airplane rides were provided at the Phillipsburg Municipal Airport on that day.  I am not sure if it was a Young Eagles type program aimed at children or for perspective pilots.  Perhaps both.  I am not sure if there was a charge or if the rides were free.  What I do know is that I was with Daddy and we were going for an airplane ride.  Since He was involved with the Experimental Aircraft Association (EAA) and Civil Air Patrol (CAP) around this time, these organizations may have been the sponsors for the day.  I do remember a lot of folks having a good time, standing in line and Daddy and I climbing into a Cessna 172.  To be honest I did not know one from the other, but I do rememember it was a high wing type because I could see down clearly.  I was in the back seat and daddy in the front on the right.
Seeds Work Without Much Awareness
I do not know what time of year it was, except it was not too cold or hot or windy.  A blue sky, cloudless Kansas day.  Nor do I remember a lot about the take-off or landing, just the way the Kansas landscape looked from up there:  all checker-boarded and green.  I do remember the hum of the engine, daddy looking around and talking with the pilot and how utterly free it felt.  I do not remember much else.  Not getting out the the plane, the 30 minute ride home with dad, nor ever talking about it again.  But, something happened that day.  A seed was planted.  A seed that was watered almost by chance along the way:  more rides with dad in the aircoupe, hanging out when he was working on his EAA Bi-Plane project, trips to the Wichita Kansas airport traffic control tower, air shows at Schilling Air Force Base in Salina, Kansas.  All just stuff we just did.
Seeds Grow to Unexpected Harvests
I never set out to become an air traffic controller (now retired), private pilot or hangar owner.  I now see these as harvests of that seed planted in the early 60s at a small municipal airport in Kansas.  They are not only personally fulfilling but have been opportunities to serve others.  To be a part in safe flights for countless travelers, contributing to our national defense, providing a bit of joy by giving airplane rides myself, and providing a place for other pilots to keep their planes in a secure place.  It is sobering to me to think that a seed with so few details attached to it could have such impact.
The Tarmac – Seeds Planted Here


Your Stonebridge Journey is formed by seeds planted in your life.  You get to choose which seeds to water, cultivate, harvest or pluck up.  Some should be discarded, but many are there waiting to be recognized and nurtured so they can come to fullness.  There are seeds in your life that are waiting to become full harvests.  Some of these are already for reaping, some have yet to sprout.  With a bit of reflection, you will be amazed!

What one thing you are doing or have today that you recognize the seed  from which it came?  Please post your story in the comments below.