Marshall Islands, Jaluit Atoll, Jaluit Island, Jaluit Harbor

This is one of those stories that make me feel I have lived too long.  I was six years old when Amelia Earhart disappeared.  She was my absolute heroine. We went out to the airport in Lawton Oklahoma to see her land and her airplane and another time watched her autogyro fly low over our house.  I intended to be a flier when I grew up and still have regrets that was not achieved. I can even recall gathering around the radio listening to the searches calling “CQ” “CQ.”

Finally putting to rest in  my mind in the belief that she lay under the blue Pacific, dead in a crash. I have never believed the numerous books and shows and their theories of surviving the crash.  Looking at these photographs I believe now this story and must accept her a hero for innocent times, with Fred Noonan, in prison, alive unknown to the world, then dead, likely from suffering, caught up on the mindless machinations of war her fate. — W.  Lorraine Watkins