While you're out at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base at Aerospace
and Arizona Days, try to imagine Davis-Monthan as a dirt field with
the Spirit of St. Louis landing and kicking up clouds of dust
before Charles Lindbergh himself steps out of the plane to
Events surrounding Lindbergh's visit were scheduled down to the
minute. He was to arrive at 2 p.m. Sept. 23, 1927, and at 2:45,
"Col. Lindbergh will drive through Pastime Park so that all war
veterans may see him."
At 3 p.m. he would speak at the UA on the football field. From
4:30 to 7 p.m. Lindbergh was allowed time to himself. Then he was
scheduled to speak at a banquet at the university commons, at which
time he would formally dedicate Davis-Monthan field.
The visit was highly anticipated. From the Arizona Daily Star's
front page Sept. 23, 1927:
Tucson, today, in the name of Arizona, opens her city gates to
greet Col. Charles Lindbergh, the Lone Eagle of the Atlantic, who
will drop from the skies in his silver monoplane, the Spirit of St.
Louis, to the Davis-Monthan field this afternoon at 2 o'clock.
Half an hour before the trans-oceanic flyer arrives, D.E.
Keyhoe, representative of the department of commerce, with his
pilot, Phillip Love, and his mechanic, C.C. Maidment, will swoop
down upon the field at the Tucson airdrome.
For today is aviation day in the Old Pueblo and representatives
of all Arizona and of Mexico will be here to meet and see the man
who first flew from New York to Paris.
Lindbergh arrived right on time that afternoon, as reported in
the Star Sept. 24, 1927, under the headline "20,000 Greet Lindbergh
At Tucson Field With Biggest Ovation In State's History."
Twenty thousand people in cars, on foot, and on horseback
encircled the Davis-Monthan field yesterday afternoon, as guards of
various organizations patrolled inside the barbed wire fence to
keep clear the broad expanse of the municipal landing field. Camera
men trotted about with open lenses, committeemen hurried here and
there on last minute missions, official cars drew up with purring
motors to halt in formation ready to leave on a moment's notice,
dust swirled, motors roared, and the orderly, well handled crowd
At 1:45 oclock, a mere speck in the northwest, Colonel Charles
Lindbergh, aerial conqueror of the broad Atlantic, and his Spirit
of St. Louis appeared.
As the pair, now known as "We," came out of the heat-haze over
the Tucson mountains, thousands of eyes turned to watch the ship as
it circled over Tucson at about 1:50 o'clock. With the sun throwing
a sheen from its silver wings, the plane leveled off and headed
toward the aviation field. Circling low, the ship swung away again
to the north, then back, and at 2 o'clock, nose into the wind, the
great silver monoplane swooped down to land and taxied up to the
hangar, where the welcoming committee awaited.
While the excitement of the famous man's visit was the news of
the day, one couple was otherwise occupied:
Stork Follows in Lindbergh's
Wake, Her Name's Lindy
Flying right behind Col. Charles Lindbergh yesterday came Old
Man Stork bringing with him an eight-pound girl which was delivered
to Mr. and Mrs. Ernesto Lopez at 130 West Sixth street, at 2:20
yesterday afternoon, just 20 minutes after the arrival of America's
And as result the proud parents christened the new born child
"Lindy" in honor of Col. Lindbergh. The family is from Twin Buttes
and had come into Tucson to await the arrival of the stork.
They just don't write them like that anymore.