...When I Was The Rocketeer.....

DavidS

Sr Member
In light of the recent surge in interest in The Rocketeer, I decided to write this.... This has probably been along time coming, but now is as good a time to write it as any.......

As I sit here now, a grown man, 25 years old, I am able to look back on my childhood and be thankful of the blessings I had.... and still have. I was lucky enough to have wonderful grandparents who were very attentive to me, and l am still very close to them. Also, I was lucky that my grandfather was a very skilled "builder" (I use this term because it takes to long to describe his machinist, mechanic, welding, bolting, sawing, Nailing ect skills...) and my grandmother who is a very skilled seamstress. I could go on and on about the Batman, Superman and He Man costumes she has sewn for me.... but I may save that for another story.... for now we will focus on the year 1992....

I was about 10 years old and this new Disney movie came out called "The Rocketeer".... WOW..... I fell in love with it the first time I saw it, and to this day is still one of my favorite movies. It had such a huge impact on me, and like any kid, I wanted to have some toys from the movie. Unfortunantly hardly any were to be found. Sure, you could find a "Movie Storybook" here and a "3-D Comic" there, but I wanted that Helmet! and of course the Rocket.... and The Jacket........

I capitalize these words describing these items because of their importance to me then..... and now...... that was THE Helmet....and THE Jacket......

In response to my obvious desire for these things, we.... (well my grandparents...) started out on THE QUEST..... The first project we (they) started on was The Helmet...... It started its life out as a hard hat...... My grandfather had a hard time finding something that would fit my big head :).... The body of the helmet was formed out of a pressed paper gasket material that was flexible yet fairly rigid. The fin was cut from a peice of brass sheet metal and attached with screws on the top. The lenses were cut from clear plastic, and at this time Im writing this, i cant, for the life of me, remember what we (he) made the lenses out of.

The second project was The Jacket. At the time absolutly NO pattern existed for the Rocketeer Jacket or anything like it.... let alone something that would fit a 10 year old, so we (my grandmother) set out to find some suitable patterns to "kit bash" until we could assemble something close.... The manderian collar came from one kit.... the sleeves from another.... the tapered belted back from another..... The epulets were made from scratch without any pattern as was the bid..... This jacket, which is surprisingly still in good condition has seen ALOT of wear! I mean i used to wear this thing to school practically everyday! It has been played in and tossled around alot, and is still in great shape!

The third , and most time consuming project was the rocketpack. Since it was such a unique and "alien" design, alot of it had to be made from scratch. Several revisions and modifcations were made along the way, but overall it too us (my grandfather) and 2 months or more to make it from start to finish. The main tubes of the rockets were made from PVC pipe, The end "plates" were rather ingeniously made, by heating the PVC with a torch and flattening it with a 2x4. The nose caps of the rocket were actually small plastic flower pots and the very tips, of the rocket were turned from wood. The black rocket jet "emitter" parts are also plastic flower pots that we found that looked the part. The middle portion was cut and shaped sheet metal thats held together with small screws. The fan was cut out of sheet metal and the grill over it was made from small round part silver soldered together. The straps are heavy cotton miltary style belt webbing.

Well thats sort of a summerization of the PARTS of what we had, but this is defiantly a kit that is MORE than the sum of its parts. These items, and this movie have a HUGE sentimental value to me and my family and still to this day when I pull this stuff out of storage, it gets us all teary eyed.

So anyway, A picture is worth a thousand words.... so here are some pictures.

First.....

THE HELMET!

remember, this thing is 16 years old.... and has been played with extensivly..... no effort will EVER be made to repaint it or anything. Its a bit distorted in shape.... and some of the red primer is showing thru the paint, but each of those scratches has its on memories...
 
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and a few more pictures including some of a 10 year old modeling the kit!!

i dont know who that kid is.... :)
 
Looks like some folks really knew how to spoil their grandson. That's so cool to see.

So.. do we get pictures of a ten year old Master Stokes to? :)


edit... oh.. how cute!! :D
 
yes Kaylee, they certainly DID and DO know how to spoil their grandchild!

Its funny, thinking back on the memories you have with certain relatives...
Im extremly close with my mother, and she , of course, cries everytime we talk about these days. My grandparents were just ALWAYS doing projects with me and for me. Like i said in the first post, I have stories JUST like this about all the batman stuff they made.... batarangs ect.....
The story about the He Man sword and harness is another one that might get told soon.

Good memories....

and yes, that lil kid in that picture IS me when i was 10 years old......
:)

For some reason i cant get the helmet on my head now.... lol
 
David,

You were very blessed with Grandparents who loved you very much.

Thanks for sharing. I looked at your pics, and thought, WHAT PROP could be MORE precious than those?

It reminded me of when I was 8 my Mom made me a CAPT KIRK shirt to go along with the ERTL EXPLORATION Set I had. She had made us many costumes, but that one was my favorite.

When she and my father split, she moved around alot, and I was saddened to learn the Shirt had not stayed at my fathers house, and I was convinced it was gone forever.

My Mom moved so much, and had such a hard life Post-Marriage, I had figured she had not taken it with her and so it must have been discarded along the way or if she had left it one of my dad's girlfriends must have thrown it out.

Years later, when My sisters and I were sorting through what little belongings my mother had left after she passed, My sister found a ratty plastic garbage bag that looked like it had been carried across country several times over.

I will never forget my sister walking into the room with tears in her eyes as she handed me this old, tiny little Capt Kirk Shirt with the hand stiched Command Emblem.

Of all the props I have, some extremely rare, none are as precious as the Tiny little Shirt, even though it has a stain, and it's stitching is old and frayed.

Thank you so very much for your post. It's been many years since I thought of that shirt, even though I know exactly where it is in a box I have tucked away.

I think I will go dig it out and sit for a while.


Frank Cerney
 
Thank YOU Frank for sharing YOUR story.......

Its things like your story and mine which started most of us down this path of collecting and no matter what we get and were we go, there are certain things that stay with us forever.....

Thank you very much.
 
Thanks for the pictures and the story. Some really special memories there. Sounds like you came from a great family.

I framed pictures of my mother reading my sister and I the Marvel Star Wars comic book when we were just 3 and 5. As well as my Darth Vader costume I wore for Halloween when I was just 5 years old. It was one of those pathetic 1970s store bought kiddie costumes with the smock with a picture on the front and a face only mask with rubber band to hold it on. But my father made me a vinyl cape that looked much better than the plastic smock.
 
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These stories are the very fabric by which I was drawn to this site... :love

Certainly, we're [I'm gathering by the conversations and nomenclature] all predominantly adults/young adults who have quested not only technique, style and vision of future tasks at our hands but we are in many ways still that 10 year old who saw Star Wars when it originally came out or sat mistified on a Saturday morning watching UFO/Space 1999/Johnny Socko & His Flying Robot or any number of live action or animated magic.

My father back in the wee days of 1977 took a stainless steel cooking pot [cheap light weight crap from Korea at the time] cardboard and fiberglass and made a Darth Vader helmet that for that time only existed at ILM. With the exception that he had nothing to fabricate lenses, it fit perfectly on a 10 year old boy.

Years before that, he spent money he didn't have to get a [was it Parker Bros at the time- I scant to remember...] space helmet and "moon shoes" [they looked like a set of lunar overshoes and a set of tie-on roller skates had mated and had odd red-and-blue offspring!].

Money being so tight, he took a piece of remnant wall trim and made a belt from it- then inserted film canisters [the black and grey plastic "drums" that Kodak is famous for] filled with "space pills" [M&Ms] a cheap dime store ray gun and literally, a jumpsuit my mother had sewn from the very bed sheet off their bed and a little American flag sewn on the shoulder for good measure.

Along with GI Joe in his silver space suit and space capsule, I was Neil Armstrong back so long ago that Christmas in 1969 [well, a well armed Neil... :)]

In many ways, the uninitiated around us would say that "we haven't grown up" others might see such creative endeavors as "capturing lost youth"- I dare say we are neither yet all of these things and so much more...

There's a magic to what we do.

In today's world of CGI; make-up, physical FX and prosthetics and in some cases even costuming and props [Clone Troopers anyone?] have fallen to the whims of an electronic god that is nothing more than elaborate digital animation- as I see it, though the computer has made the film viewing experience that much better- it is nothing "special" when it comes to FX.

The mastery, artistry and yes, even magic of prop/costume fabrication is an art- it always has been. Not everyone can do what must be done to bring something to its tangible life. And though we can do a great many things with those gifts, as evidenced by David's grand parents, they rely on each others vaunted skills to compliment the other.

The "much more" in my alliteration of our "species" [Terra Fascinatous Fabricatous?] can most likely be summed up in one word...

"Legacy".

I envy you David.

With the exception of some scant few photos and that tried and true GI Joe standing on my mantle I have precious few pieces of that magic created by my father and my grandfather.

I lost my grandfather 2 months ago and only now can I make the trip to see the family this very night [trip from Florida to Illinois- about 16 hours with a 1 year old and 6 year old in tow- you guys love me? Pray for me... :lol]

Never let go of The Rocketeer- and I agree, never paint over the scratches, dings and pocks made by that ten year old boy so scant few years ago- those nicks are dreams of "villainy fought and overcome and backyard flights made to test new fuel mixes".

Most of all- they're magic.

They're visible evidence that when things are most down and the world around you tells you that a thing can not be so or can never happen or just can't be done- that little helmet, jacket and backpack will be a living edifice proving such words are lies.

Your story and pictures, David have touched my heart and through tears of loss, given me back some of my forgotten memories. all of you thusly written, have helped to bolster that confidence in the magic we of this forum all possess.

Bless you all. :thumbsup
 
Great story!

Give your GrandFather a big :thumbsup and your GrandMother a Kiss for us!
 
I had a Halloween costume Rocketeer when i was like 7 or 8 and it was all made of pizza boxes cut and rounded and layered etc, was so cool.
 
Awesome story, David!!!

I don't know if there's much I can add but maybe I can honor your wonderful story by offering up a few pics of one of the original helmets for your enjoyment... :)

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Thanks for the pictures and the story. Some really special memories there. Sounds like you came from a great family.

I framed pictures of my mother reading my sister and I the Marvel Star Wars comic book when we were just 3 and 5. As well as my Darth Vader costume I wore for Halloween when I was just 5 years old. It was one of those pathetic 1970s store bought kiddie costumes with the smock with a picture on the front and a face only mask with rubber band to hold it on. But my father made me a vinyl cape that looked much better than the plastic smock.

I had the exact same costume! I thought it was the best thing ever at the time and off I went to a school Halloween party making the authentic Vader breathing noises. But, I was asthmatic at the time so that didn't go too well... :lol
 
I love this - I was pointed this way by a friend who knew I could totally relate to this - I got a MR Helmet a little while back and It was a dream come true to say the least - I wont ever let go of it - my childhood self would show up in a time machine and kick my a$$ if I did

Brian
 
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