In the early days of our North Pacific services, hardly anybody wanted a maintenance job at Shemya, the remote Aleutian Island where we had fuel stops to and from Tokyo.
As it’s our 40th anniversary on the Pacific this year, let's flash back to this dreaded base, which existed because the U.S. Air Force had an establishment there. Peck Sinai, one of our noted Pacific maintenance veterans who served the company in Vancouver, Shemya, Lima and Honolulu and who is now retired in Hawaii, was tracked.
"In 1952 I bid for Tokyo but it was taken by somebody else", he said, "At the same time, Shemya was up for bid. It was such an isolated place that nobody wanted to go. Those were the DC-4 days and as I was qualified, they asked if I would go for a six-month period".
He agreed. He had a wedding date set just after the six-month period, so why not go to Shemya and make some money, because you can't spend it there. "Well, that was a mistake, because there was a lot of gambling going on," Sinai laughed.
So what was the job like?
"They had magnetos and spark plugs in those days," said Sanai, "and I once had four of our five DC-4's in Shemya. We had two of them down with defective magnetos. A third came in on the flight from Tokyo, and then a fourth arrived from Vancouver with parts for the two stranded aircraft. It was CP Day in Shemya!".
Although there was no such thing as an eight hour day and it was sometimes hectic, there was help. Northwest Airlines also used Shemya and their mechanics could be hired for help on heavy maintenance. Military personnel also offered to do "joe jobs" around the DC-4's, hoping to get close enough to a flight attendant to say hello. There were no single women on the island.
The snow was 20 foot deep at times, due to drifts and we had to shovel ourselves out. "Once I had a DC-4 taxiing out. The snow was so high that when they plowed it, they didn't plow wide enough. The captain was worried that the outboard prop would start digging into the bank so he stopped. I went ahead and signalled him forward, as I was doing this, I noticed that the nose pin was still in the airplane. My heart practically stopped right there and then, I held my hand up to stop him and ran over to pull the pin out and then continued to signal the captain to restart taxiing until he was clear.
Peck Sinai.
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