Under the headline “Just Another Birthday For Him,” Heyduck chronicled her conversation with Wright, which touched on a number of subjects. Wright died in Dayton on Jan. 30, 1948, at age 76.
Some excerpts of the Herald story published Aug. 17, 1946:
· “I’ll just keep on working here,” Mr. Wright said with a nod in the direction of his workshop. “But I’ll not tell you what I’m working on.”
Orville Wright and Charles Lindbergh at Wright Field in June 1927. Photo contributed by Dayton History
· “When I’m not working I read a lot. Mysteries? You mean those modern murder stories? Oh, no. They’re the least original of all stories. I can give you a formula for writing mystery stories – just read any one of them. Always the same plot structure. And, at the end, they drag in a solution by the tail. I’d rather read good stories by good writers – and we have very few of those left these days. My favorites? Well – I just can’t recall their names off hand. That’s a failing of mine – remembering names. I must take after my mother in that respect. You know, there’s a story they tell about my mother. She went shopping one day with her sister. My mother wanted purchases delivered to our home and the clerk asked for her name and address. And, do you know my mother couldn’t remember her own name right then! Her sister had to tell her.”
· Now that active warfare has ceased, Mr. Wright said he hopes to re-visit his Canadian island for a little fishing and make another trip to Kitty Hawk, which he hasn’t visited in seven or eight years.
Orville Wright is at the controls of the Wright Model B in 1910 at Huffman Prairie.Photo by William Mayfield from the Marvin Christian Collection
Credit: William Mayfield
Credit: William Mayfield
· As for his views on the future of his brain-child, the airplane, Mr. Wright refused to say. “Predictions are dangerous,” he emphasized. But he chuckled as he remarked, “Yes, that’s true, there IS one question nobody will ask me on my 75th birthday – a question which is often asked of other persons who reach 75 – and that is: “When are you going to take your first ride in an airplane?”
· “My most recent flight was in the Constellation which I piloted over Dayton a few years ago.”
· Mr. Wright paused then and looked out the window of his plain austerely furnished office reception room. “Being 75 is no different from being 74 and Birthday No. 74 was like 73. Thousands of persons have 75th birthdays. Now, if you’ll come around when I’m 90 – no, let’s make that 100. If you’ll stop in to see me when I’m 100, I’ll really have something to say by then!”'