It was 1959. My sister and I would fly from San Diego to our father's house in San Francisco for our summer and holiday visitations. We were 8 and 9 and at the time, airlines would let children fly alone. The stewardesses (as they were still called) were tasked with looking after us on the flight and walking us off the plane to meet Dad. We used to help pass the bowls of mints and chewing gum to the other passengers while in the air.
We had to get dressed up, too, with me in a tie and my sister made to wear a hat and gloves. Flying was fancy!
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