Tuesday’s here and shortly, we’ll be on our way.
I’ll be trading my summer office for a hotel room, park bench, or cafe somewhere or someplace.
‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane,
I remember when this song was popular. It was 1970 and we were living in Venezuela and preparing to move back to the states. I can remembering hearing this song playing on the record player in our home as my mom packed the house before the movers arrived to load everything to return the states. We weren’t much help – me aged 8, and my two brothers aged 7, and 5; likely more in the way than a help.
Jet travel was new and novel, and probably very expensive. But for an eight year-old, it was a wonderful experience and lasting memory. It was a propellor plane to Caracas and jet plane to Miami, then another jet home to Houston. Even today, when I smell diesel exhaust which smells similar to jet exhaust, it takes me back to those early days of jet travel.

Funny, but I am not alone. Every year when I teach the unit on smells and particles, the students make a list of smells they like and don’t like and we compare as a class. Invariably, there is always at least one kiddo (or more) who says they like the smell of diesel exhaust for the same reason; it’s usually a boy.
‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane,
Today is going to be a great day, it could be a million and six times better than yesterday. So, I’d better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. Still need to finish packing and taking care of things around the house. Making the Days Count, one day at a time going back and forward all at the same time.
Do you remember travel when you were a kid?
Leaving, On a Jet plane
All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door,
I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.
But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn, the taxi’s waiting He’s blowing his horn.
Already I’m so lonesome I could die.
So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.There’s so many times I’ve let you down, so many times I’ve played around,
I tell you now they don’t mean a thing.
Every place I go I’ll think of you, every song I sing I’ll sing for you,
when I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring.
So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.
Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you, then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come when I won’t have to leave alone,
about the times I won’t have to say:
kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.
I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.Source: John Denver dot com
Songwriter: John Denver, Performed by Peter, Paul, and Mary
Howdy. Traveling can be good for the mind and body. Have fun on your vacation!
Thank you. I am enjoying seeing different things and seeing the sights, sounds, and smells of London.
Great song pick, Clay! We lived in the Philippines when I was a kid so we did a lot (relatively speaking) of long plane trips. Hope you have fun and safe travels! Sending you all my best!!
Thank you. I can only imagine. Before my parents divorced, when I was 13, I had lived in Paris and Venezuela as well as North Carolina, Alabama, and Texas. I was a world traveler compared to many of my peers. I hope you and your family enjoy your trip. I am currently enjoying a quiet moment in a gallery filled with Medieval armour. A quiet respite from the heat in London.
I remember my first flight. I was only young. Maybe 7? I was so excited that we were flying over a – as I thought – model village. I hadn’t appreciated that it was the ground below, and we were coming in to land! Bonne route, and Happy Landings!
Thank you for the good wishes. The first flight I remember was Houston to Montreal then to Amsterdam in 1966 when we moved to
Paris for six months. Looking out at the world from 30,000 feet was indescribable. Cities and farms – multicolored squares, rectangles, and streams and rivers were so small. Fascinating.
Absolutely! It still is!
When my friends and I were sitting on a grassy hill at a concert venue Sunday jets were flying overhead, we must have been in the flight path for Detroit Metro. We talked about how flying wasn’t fun anymore. They are both younger than me, so I told them about how, in the 70s we used to get dressed up to fly because it was such an exotic thing. Now people are wearing PJs. Times change! Enjoy your day!
Was thinking the same thing. We live near O’Hare and Midway so planes are flying around us and even at our lake house we are on the flight path from Europe in Chicago. I remember wearing a suit to fly to Europe to visit my dad and step-mom in the eighties! I promise not to wear pajamas, but I won’t be wearing a suit! Ha.