Showing posts with label P/O Philip William McCarthy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label P/O Philip William McCarthy. Show all posts

04 February 2012

Family remembers history of plane crashes

Kim Smith reads the June 12, 1975 Courier article that
recounts the death of his father Prescott and his uncle
Seldon. Throughout the years, air tragedy has been
entwined into the Smith family history.

Sixty-nine years ago, Kim Smith’s father and brother witnessed a tragic plane crash. Years later, they had to live through one of their own.

The first happened on Jan 23, 1943. Kim’s father Prescott Smith was on the Murray Farm at Hills Point, which he managed, when he noticed three military training aircraft, a common sight during wartime. They frequently flew out of Pennfield.

“They were flying about tree-top level, close enough that you could see the men in the cockpit,” said Smith, relaying the story told many times in his family. “The other two flew off to one side, away from the centre plane and the centre plane turned away towards the mountain.”

The plane crashed into Hills Mountain, and Smith’s father, along with his uncle, Wayne Smith, sprung into action. They hitched up the horse-drawn wagon and headed to the crash site.

“They gathered up what they could of these men and brought them to the farm,” said Smith. “Then the Mounted Police arrived and guarded the place because they thought there could have been sabotage to the plane.”

No sabotage was ever found, but three servicemen were. Killed in the crash were Pilot Officer Bayden Bala Williams of Calgary, who was flying, Pilot Officer Philip William McCarthy of Ottawa, and Pilot Officer Geoffrey Alexander Norriss of New Zealand. The two Canadians were taken home, while Norriss was buried in St. George.

That ill-fated flight claimed three young men, and a flight many years later, on June 7, 1975, would claim two of Kim Smith’s family members.

It all started earlier, with dinner plans. Smith’s uncle, Seldon Smith, said to Prescott Smith, Kim Smiths father that he was flying his Piper Tripacer PA-22, a small fixed-wing propeller-driven plane, to Grand Manan to have dinner with their mother and that Prescott should join him. So the men set off to the island.

After dinner, Seldon called his son and asked what the weather was like on the mainland. His son said it was foggy and they shouldn’t fly home. But, Kim Smith said they went up to North Head Airport anyways and were greeted by sunny skies.

“My uncle said ‘we’ll go up and see what it looks like and if it’s good we’ll go home and otherwise we’ll come back.’”

They went up, but no one ever saw them come down.

Kim Smith’s mother was unaware that her husband Prescott had even taken to the air. She didn’t know until she called Grand Manan the next day to see when they were leaving, and she found out they had left the day before. The family feared the worst and started planning a funeral.

The body of Prescott Smith was discovered in the water between Grand Manan and the mainland the following Monday. Seldon Smith was never found, and the plane wreckage was not discovered until more than 10 years later.

The history of air tragedy doesn’t dissuade the Smith family from taking to the air, though. Kim Smith’s brother Paul flies helicopters, and Seldon’s son Michael Smith flies airplanes.

SOURCE: The Saint Croix Courier (St. Stephen, NB) - January 31, 2012.

31 October 2009

Crash Hills Mountain, NB 23 January 1943

Today I set out to locate the crash site of Ventura AE872 that crashed at Hills Mountain, NB on 23 January 1943 claiming its entire crew. P/O B.B. Williams, RCAF (Pilot) and P/O G.A. Norriss, RNZAF (Observer) were eventually laid to rest on 27 January 1943 at St. George Rural Cemetery in St. George, NB. The third member of the crew, P/O P.W. McCarthy, RCAF (WOP/AG), was returned to Ottawa, ON for burial. My wife Sheri and I have visited the grave sites of all three of these airmen.

Taken from the accident report of the crash is the following:
"P/O Williams and a crew of two took off at 0910 hours in Ventura aircraft AE872, authorized to carry out formation flying for one hour and 30 minutes with Sgt. Tovell and crew in Ventura No.658. P/O Williams and Sgt. Tovell were to share the leadership time in the formation, normally splitting the flying time into four portions.

After flying for about one hour in formation and at a time when the aircraft were heading back towards the aerodrome at a height of 2,000 ft. P/O Williams was leading; he gave the visual break-away signal and then broke away in a steep dive turn to port and Sgt. Tovell broke off in a steep climbing turn to starboard. Sgt. Tovell lost sight of Ventura 872 but later saw a fire on the ground. Eye witnesses residing some 9 miles from St. Stephen, N.B. and 37 miles from Pennfield Ridge stated that they saw two Ventura aircraft flying in formation when one broke away to the left and made a large circle, going into a steep bank and crashed into Hills Mountain which is about 300 feet higher then the surrounding country. The aircraft, Ventura 872, burst into flames on impact, exploded and was totally destroyed. All the occupants were killed.

An examination of the wreckage and of the scene of the accident disclosed that the aircraft had flown into the top of the trees in a 45° starboard wing - down, 30° nose-down altitude with considerable speed. The impact was so severe that the aircraft made a hole some four feet deep in the ground, exploded and broke into many pieces."


After traveling for a little while we located the crash site which, even after sixty-six (66) years, was still quite evident from the carter created by the force of the crash. Small pieces of the wreckage could still be found throughout the debris field.


Small fragment of Ventura AE872

After taking some GPS readings, along with some photographs to document the crash site, we stopped back at the St. George Rural Cemetery to once again visit the graves of two of the crew of Ventura AE872, namely P/O B.B. Williams and P/O G.A. Norriss. We left poppies at the foot of each their respective military markers and paused for a moment of reflection.

I'll end this posting with the first verse of a poem P/O Williams' brother "...composed when I visited my brother's grave in 1944 when I had just returned from 4 years overseas with the RAF."

"Comrades lie around me all asleep are they
In dreams of home and loved ones
I know that they will stay
For here beneath this pine strewn ground
Our rest is deep our sleep in sound."