My mother used to fly her Jenny in and out of the airport...before it was even paved. She lived in the Worcester area and used the airport as her staring point for many of the air shows she would put on. I remember the old terminal you show above. Before air conditioning became very popular, we would spend summer nights "cooling off" in the breezes of airport hill. Thanks for the picture.

The airport is on land originally owned by the original owner of Fairlawn Hospital when it was his home. his name was Norcross. He was the architect for the Worcester City Hall, amoung other buildings.

I used to love going up here in the 1950s, with my grandparents, just to look around. Once or twice, we'd have dinner at The Stockholm restaurant; but usually I was happy getting a bag of popcorn from the automatic machine that stood just outside it! I never flew out of here, but my wife did so a few times, when we were dating and at Clark University.

I remember spending a lot of Sunday afternoons with my parents and two sisters along with my grandmother watching the planes land at the Airport. Now I take visiting friends up there to see the wonderful of the Area.

I remenmber the airport> First i was a nice sunday drive, then it was the place to go parking, and finally the airport took me to California to do military service in the 70's.

The photo transported me back to a Sunday night about 4--- years ago, as I watched my aunt take off from the Worcester Airport to New York. We were allowed on the "runway" in those days. I remember screaming and crying for my parents to get my aunt off the plane - the noise and screaming engines from the plane sent me into a tailspin of my own! My parents did take me away from the terminal at that point, but it was too late. The horrid sound of that plane, and the plane disappearing into the night sky as I peeked over my father's shoulder is seared into my memory. And it is not a nice memory! Still hate planes to this day....

As a young child, my parents brought myself, my brother and other young family members up to the airport to watch the planes come in and out. Once of age, I started my travels out of Worcester airport. It was nice leaving the house around 12:30pm for a 1:45pm flight to Dulles Airport Dulles,VA. It was nice landing at the airport around 11:00pm and arriving back at home around 11:45pm. It was nice flying to places like Atlanta and Chicago w/out having the hassle of finding a parking space. Though there is currently NO commercial service out of Worcester right now, the airport is still something. You can still catch some beautiful sunsets, and for the earlybirds, you can catch some beautiful sunrises. It is still the best place in the city to catch a nice breeze on a hot summers day. Worcester airport is a wonderful place to catch a glimpse of the fall foliage. Looking out over portions of Northern, Central and Eastern MA., is nothing short of spectacular in the fall. On a good day, you can even see the Hancock and Prudential towers in Boston.

I loved worcester airport as a kid. My Aunt and Uncle would bring me up there on a friday night, after going to Auther Treachers for fish and chips. We would sit and watch the planes go in and out. I would always imagine flying in a plane one day, and wonder where each person that was on the planes were flying too. On Sundays, my parents would take myself and my two brothers up, and I remember on the real clear days, being able to see the Boston skyline. I still enjoy riding up there to this day. But it isn't the same in 2007.

I remember years ago i was at the airport to watch the planes come in.I was standing at the fence watching an old prop airliner come in,I believe it was a Mohawk airlines Plane.One wheel hit the grass and was ripped right off the plane.Fortunately I believe only one passenger was injured with a broken or hurt leg.

As young kids in the early 70's, my parents used to get my brother and I into our pajamas and we would drive up to the airport at dusk to run around on the grass and watch the planes take off and land. I remember the fresh air, the sound of the planes and the wonderment of it all. Another memory I have is from the 80's (I think) when they closed down the airport for 4th of July fireworks one year. There were thousands of people and hundreds of cars lining the access road. We had a blanket on the runway and I recall lying down on the runway and watching the fireworks going off right above us! Quite a sight. I think the city decided not to do this again because they realized they wouldn't be able to get emergency vehicles in/out of the area due to the volume of cars/people that showed up! Too bad...

im thirty two now but i remember my father taking me and my sister to mcdonalds on main st then up to the airport to watch the planes on the weekends and at night great memories he died when i was seven when me and my sister got older we spread his ashes up there

I remember back in the early 1970's...probably around 1972, the Worcester Airport would shut down for a day and take people for a plane ride over Worcester for about 20 minutes. I remember we flew about our neighborhood near Lincoln Street. You had to pay 1 cent for every pound you weighed. If you weighted 70 pounds, you paid .70 cents for a plane ride!! I remember my sister and I would run laps around our neighborhood block to try and lose a couple of pounds before we went to the airport!

I remember in the 80s going to Hot Dog Annies on a street behind (west) of the airport. We would get AWESOMME cheap dogs, bring them to the end of the runway and watch the plans....

In the late '60s I remember riding my bike up to the airport, always scheduling my ride in order to watch the planes come in and out. Mohawk to Keene NH, Northeast to New York, it was a wonderful way to pass a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. This is back in the day that the terminal had that neo-colonial (think "Friendly's) design. The best was riding my bike back down the hill, picking up speed the whole way.

Remember bike riding to the airport circa 1950's. Walked much of the way up the road, going down fast, scaring you fast. English bikes had front and back brakes but on a step slope an american coaster brake would stop you faster. Bet we hit 40 MPH and then hit the breaks, hoping the brakes would at least keep you in controle. Then a right turn and a ride to Coes beach, and then home to Sever street. Probably a 10+ mile bike ride with brother Bob and best friend Billy Thompson.

The first Worcester airpot was located in Grafton,MA. (called Whittall Field circa 1927). The airport on Tatnuck hill wasn't deditacated untill 1946.

looks busier in 1941 than it is today!

i remember going there with my mom and dad,just to watch the planes land and take off, before we had to pay to get in..

I used to walk my bike up the hill and rode back down. What a ride. Spent many hour in the 50s and 60s there. In those days airport access was easy. I watched the Northeast DC-6s and Mohawk Convairs come and go. I was a member of the Civil Air Patrol in the early 60s and worked weekends with the Air National Guard unit that was based there. In the 70s I sold airplanes out of Air Worcester until they went out of business. Spent many hours in the control tower when things were slow and the controllers had little to do. Many great memories of that airport. It's too bad security has to be so tight these days. Kids can't go there any more and learn what I did about aviation.

One of the great memories of my childhood is when my father took me to the airport back in the sixties when Northeast Airlines and Mohawk were operating out of there. I used to love the sound of the Northeast DC6 taking off and still remember the smell of that Avgas pouring out of those big radial engines. Also enjoyed the popcorn that came out of that machine with that big clear plastic bubble just outside the door. You could also have a frappe from the soda fountain just inside. With the way things are today it is too bad I can't take my grandchild up there to experience the same kind of atmophere.

Remember circa late 1950's being able to walk into the one hanger and talking to a pilot/mechanic. We also had a few hotdog roasts on that big hill. Doubt it's allowed today. Buss #21 as best I remember would take us into the Paxton area (airport area), cost about 20 cents.

I recall many a summer night sitting at the airport watching the planes take off and land. We would all load into the car and stop at the ice cream stand at the bottom of the hill on Mill St. Then we would drive to the airport to enjoy our treats and watch the planes. As a child it amazed me how the city looked so big from that vantage point. If only today offered such simple pleasures.

my grandma and granpa senecal took me up into the tower to look for commies during the 50s as part of the civil air patrol.fortunately we didnt see any.lol

My dad once took myself and my two siblings to the airport, this was in the late 50's. It was at night, and we came to see the Aurora Borealis which was very visible that evening. It was mostly green, with a few speckles of yellow. I loved it.

Lyle Mungeon soloed me in a Cessna 140 there on April 1, 1656. Was also a line boy for Jennings Brothers while in High School

Lyle Mongeon was one of my instructors along with Kenny Sullivan ND cHARLIE hAMILTON. tHEY FLEW FOR Jenning's bROTHERS FLIGHT SCHOOL.i LOVED FLYING THE Cessna 140. A cross-wind was, and probably still is a constant problem. No surprise @ 1008 ft.above sea level. The plane landed hot @ 150 MPH !