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stick "freezing on"[[strike through]] which [[\strike through]] this put the ship in a spin so close to the ground it crashed, caught fire and within a few seconds all was a burnt crisp wreck. This was the beginning of continued hardships. With winter weather Buck and Hattie leased a house in town. The house was furnished and had eight rooms. There was money enough to pay the xxxxxxxxxxxxx necessary three months' rent in advance xxxxxxxxxxx Sam and Clay had their room, E. P. Lott and Charlie another and before the winter was over some younger brothers of the original inmates. [[strike through]] This takes us up to 1920. [[\strike through]] Winter in 1920 proved expensive. Flying, futile so far as investment was concerned. There was talk of starting to build. Sam had ability as a designer, Clay as a mechanic who could make jigs and dies which would enable any claimed to be "mechanics' efforts usable, but neither of the boys could fly. Buck Weaver was an unusually skillful pilot, was universally known, was a bit of designer himself, had had experience in building in eastern aeroplane factories so the Triumvirate was formed. 

The Weaver Aircroaft Company was incorporated with general offices 203-04 Opera House Block, Lorain, Ohio, 1920. Weslie Grills was the lawyer, mentioned because his nonchalant, happy-go-lucky apparently "I-never-worry" disposition was often good moral support for the three ambitious, awfully young, sincerely enthusiastic, future Successful Manufacturers of aeroplanes. What should the ship be named? In the hunt for a cable address to answer correspondence from a former student of Buck's, then in Panama, the letters of the Company were used, i. n. WACO. At the same time this brought back associations of war days at Richfield, Waco, Texas. The name Waco, Texas is derived from the Indian name Huaco. During the war WaaaKo came to be a recognized salutation of one air service officer to another. Going still farther back, the caliber of the flying ability of the students at Waco, Texas, was attributed to the quality of the civilian flying instructors and their ability to have qualified for the jobs which they so admirably discharged, which brings us to Buck again, taking WACO for a cable address because of the complete association. First, Weaver Aircraft Company, secondly, the association of the ideas conveyed by the word WACO, the circle comes back to where it started -- Buck, the president of the Weaver Aircraft Company. This brought the idea for a name for the contemplated ship WACO. (W-a-a-ko)

A room was leased upstairs over a pool room about as far from home as it seemed possible, inasmuch as the company's assets included only feet as a means of transportation. The beginning of the first ship was here. The tangible assets, so far as tools went, could be counted on one hand. Rough tools for rough work, when the need was for fine tools for fine work, [[crossed out]] for this perled.[[/crossed out]] The ship was made of three-ly mahogany "real honest-to-goah-mahogany" and in spite of cold, lack of equipment and finances getting to where the butcher and the grocer were asked to have faith in aviation, there was a wonderful lot of humor and community of spirit. There was the one consuming thought--to show the cock-eyed world a real aeroplane, safer from a flying point of view and industrial point of view, within the financial means of everyone and thereby have a corner on the not-so-distant future industry of industries, the Manufacture of Commercial Aeroplanes. When the house work, the women's work, was done Hattie usually put Buck II in the same collapsible buggy and journey the several blocks to The Shop. Usually she tried to look like the expensive wife of a successful man. This, according to the neighbors, was achieved by digging into the huge trunk of niceties, provided by her dad from Wanamaker's, when Hattie took off to fly duel with Buck (the uninitiated this means when Hattie was married). In this trunk there seemed to be boundless treasures that could be ripped apart, steamed or washed and pressed, turned upside down or wrong side out, then with simple addition of a little package of Tinter, 'Or Never Say Dye Say Rit," becoming results, if homemade, were achieved. (At that, maybe the boys were kind.) One of the amusing incidents was propitiated by this desire to strut ingenuity, [[as]] sewing.