When I started hang gliding, the elderly gentleman who owns the building where I work heard about it, and said, “Oh, my wife used to do that!”. He occasionally asks about how the flying has been going, and I’ve asked him about his wife. I finally got to meet her the other day when she stopped by to give her husband a ride. Her name is Gaetane Ford.
I believe she started flying in the late 1970s, shortly after she turned 50 (she’s now 85), and stopped in perhaps the early 1990s. A few people who I met at Morningside remember her fondly. According to her husband, she flew Ascutney at least once. He says she flew a Comet, the smallest size of which I believe was 165 square feet, which must have been a lot of wing for a 110 pound pilot! Hang gliding is now part of her misty past, but she was pleased to meet me, and I was delighted to finally have a chance to meet her.
(Correction — my friend PK tells me that although it’s not listed in the Hang Glider Bible, there was a Comet 135, so that makes a lot more sense.)