“Never let go of your dreams. If you have a dream, there’s no reason it can’t be fulfilled, you’ll find a way. It’s possible, because I didn’t have much...I was a poor student and managed to fulfill my dream. I wanted it so bad, I found a way.
Flying was freedom and I loved flying.”
/s/Betty Jo Reed
June 22, 2013, just two days after her ninetieth birthday, WASP Betty Jo Streff Reed slipped away and took her final flight.
Betty Jo was born June 20, 1923 in Sherman, Texas to John Nicholas Streff and Nellie Ruth Dilworth Streff. Her father was a general contractor and supervisor for the Georgia Marble Company, where his work created opportunities for the young family to travel. After Betty Jo was born, the family moved from Texas to Oklahoma City and, eventually, settled outside Chicago, Illinois.
Betty Jo's life-long love of flying began when her dad shared his own love of aviation by taking the family to airshows, sometimes in a farmer's field, to watch the early barnstormers. She remembered the planes flying by upside down and watching the wing walkers and the parachutists.
She remembered sitting in her dad's lap at age four, as he would read her news of Charles Lindbergh and his trip across the ocean. From then on, every time she would hear an airplane fly over the house, she would run outside and yell, “Hi, Lindbergh!”
When she was six, Betty Jo's father paid $1 for her first flight in a Ford tri-motor at the Curtis-Reynolds Airport air show in Chicago. As she later recalled, it was 'love at first flight:' "I remember feeling free and happy and loving the whole experience. From that point on, I knew that I wanted to fly.”
A few years later, she skipped school to watch the airplanes. She took her bike and, instead of turning left to go to the junior high school, she turned right-- and rode nine miles out to the airport. She spent the day standing near the runway, watching the planes take off and land. Even though she never did it again, the memory lasted a lifetime.
Thoughout her schooling, Betty Jo struggled with an undiagnosed learning disability. However, by the time she entered high school, she found a way to overcome every challenge with hard work, determination and a curiosity to know ‘why.‘ She became a pitcher on the girls baseball team-- a team so good, they beat the boys team. In high school, she had a talent for art and soccer, showing up after school to play with the boys.
When America entered World War II, Betty Jo put her plans for attending the Chicago Art Institute on hold, because so many of the instructors had signed up for military service. She went to work for Marshal Fields and began taking flying lessons so that she could ‘do her part.’ It took half a week’s salary to pay for one hour of flight instruction with instructor Willie Clark. Her first lesson was in a J3 Cub-- on skis.
In 1943, she was hired by Douglas Aircraft and went to work in the tooling department. Eventually, she was promoted to cockpit installation. While at Douglas, she saw a
Life Magazine with a girl pilot on the cover. When she read the article about WASP training program, she was thrilled and ready to sign up.
Because Betty Jo’s job at Douglas was considered ‘essential’ for the war effort, she had to get special permission to even apply for the training program. After permission was granted, she was interviewed, passed all the required tests and was accepted for training as one of the ninety-eight women pilots in class 44-W-7.
She paid her way to Sweetwater, Texas and arrived during one of the coldest winters in West Texas history. Betty Jo described herself as “tall and skinny,” when she entered training. On that first awkward day at Avenger Field, one of her classmates affectionately gave her the nickname, ‘Birdlegs.’ That nickname and the instant, comfortable friendship with her classmates stayed with her throughout her life.
On September 8, 1944, after seven months of training, Betty Jo and fifty-eight of her classmates graduated and received their silver WASP wings. She received Army orders to report to the Eastern Training Command, Columbus Army Air Field, Columbus, Mississippi, where she flew Beechcraft AT-10’s and BT-13’s as an engineering test pilot, ferry pilot and administrative pilot.
On Dec. 20, 1944, when the WASP were disbanded, Betty Jo paid her way back home and returned to a job at the
Douglas C-54 plant as a test pilot.
When an automobile accident temporarily grounded her, Betty Jo married Carl W. Reed. They were blessed with two boys and two girls.
In 1957, the young couple opened the first McDonald’s franchise in Colorado--which was the third McDonald’s restaurant in the U.S. A year after the birth of their fourth child, Betty Jo began flying again. She earned her rating to fly Lear Jets and the
King Air. As their family business grew to ten McDonald’s, eventually, she became a corporate pilot.
Betty Jo competed in six Power Puff Derbies, winning a “Best in Class” from Flying Magazine. She was a member of
The Ninety-Nines, Inc., The Arizona Wing of the Commemorative Air Force,
WMA (Women Military Aviators) and the
Air Force Association.
She served as President of the Phoenix Wing of the American Aviation Historical Society and was a docent at the Champlin Fighter Aircraft Museum in Mesa, Arizona.
Betty Jo is survived by daughters Melissa Reed of Aurora, Colorado and Sally Reed of Dallas, Texas; son John Reed of Deer Lodge, Montana; three grandchildren and one great-grandchild. Her husband Carl Reed, son, Guy Reed, and two sisters preceded her in death.
A memorial service was held on Saturday, June 29th at 10:00 AM at St. Luke's Episcopal Church, 1270 Poplar Street, Denver CO 80220.
Respectfully posted by Nancy Parrish
sources:
“Out of the Blue and Into History” by WASP Betty Turner pp 465, 466
Personal note:
I met Betty Jo Reed for the first time in November of 2001, when mom & I traveled to Arizona to interview WASP for our Wings Across America project. Betty Jo had agreed to meet us at one of her favorite places, the
Champlin Fighter Aircraft 
Museum. She was almost more excited about showing us all the wonderful airplanes than she was in talking about her life. She was kind and so generous with her time, never complaining that we continued talking through lunch and into the afternoon. In fact, we rolled tape until the museum staff had to lock the building up. It was a delightful interview.
Betty Jo was a WASP who traveled to every WASP convention, the huge airshow at Oshkosh, to the Frontiers of Flight Museum when the WASP were honored on Veteran’s Day, 2009 and to Washington, DC when the WASP were awarded the Congressional Gold Medal. She was always upbeat, despite the health challenges and the battles to survive over the last few years. She never gave up and always lifted those who were concerned for her.
In September of 2012, Betty Jo called to see “what was going on.” We chatted for a few minutes and then I asked her how she was. That is when she shared that she was ‘not doing good,” and then immediately changed the subject to ask how mom and I were doing.
Her question was so typical of this sweet lady, who has touched so many with her courage and her cheerful spirit. She spent only a moment on herself and then she asked how we were. When I asked a few more questions, she shared her sad news about her fight with a second, much more deadly cancer than the one she successfully battled not long ago.
During our interview in 2001, we asked Betty Jo, other than her family, what was the one thing she was most proud of? Her reply: “I’m most proud of my flying accomplishments. I think that if you were to talk to some of the men that I flew with as a corporate pilot, they were surprised and proud. In fact, they had bets on how long I’d last. It made me proud of what I was doing. I hand’t been very proud in my schooling--didn’t have much else to measure other than that. I was very proud of my ability to fly.”
It was an honor to know Betty Jo...to laugh with her and listen to her stories. She will be missed by all of us whose lives were touched by her gentle and encouraging spirit. God bless you all.
Nancy
