WINGS OF PROGRESS All up and down our valley, Airplanes of every make, Like giant birds of commerce, Their daily passage take. We see them flying singly, Across the azure sky, Or groups of them together Like geese, wedge flying by. And watching, we are with them, Our hearts and souls as one, And all the best that’s in us Is reaching to the sun. When school days are forgotten, Our laurels hardly won, Our hopes and our ambitions Will still go soaring on. Where will the evening find us? Fearing to take the flights, Or on the wings of progress, Soaring to greater heights. Gordon Plaskett, ‘30
Author Bill Alderson "Bull Plaskett"
Bill Alderson, aka Bull Plaskett as coined by his Uncle Cyril Plaskett is the son of Marianne Plaskett, Mabel and Ed Plaskett's youngest daughter. Bill spent much of his childhood around Pacific Valley with his grandparents. At 13, Bill donned a backpack alone and hiked the hills his grandfather mentioned to see it on his own. That still hasn't changed as Bill continues to experience the Coast and works to build this site for his family, particularly his 4 grandchildren he hopes will come to love the area and the memory of his large extended Plaskett Family.