by Milan Mikulecký
Whenever someone passes away, everybody tends to remember them in a good
way. In the case of Petr Šámal, it’s easy
for me, I really experienced him only in
a good way. And I think that everyone who
knew him in connection with his passion –
plastic modelling – has it the same.
I admit that I am not worth much as
a modeler, the last time I finished a kit
was some thirty-five years ago. When my
children got to the age when it was time
to start developing their fine motor skills,
I had to admit self-critically that they
would acquire rather negative habits
under my guidance. Therefore, I called
Vladimír Šulc from Eduard, saying that
I would like to hire a modeler for my
children who would introduce them to
modeling in the twenty-first century. And
Vladimír gave me the phone number of
Petr Šámal, saying he runs a modeling
club in Písnice near Prague. That’s how
I first met Peter.
What surprised me there? First of all, the
number of children attending the club.
And then that even though today’s children
have a different attitude to authority
than we had, Petr and his colleagues
managed to “discipline” them without any
severe means. And most importantly,
that even for teenagers, Peter was an
unquestionable authority. I understood
that running a modeling club is not just
about building the kits, but also about
weekends spent at modeling contests,
looking for sponsors or negotiating with
the owners of the premises where the
March 2023
club operates. Petr was the soul and the
engine of it all. But it didn’t stop there,
as Petr also organized trips to various
museums. Once I had an opportunity to go
with them, it was the trip from Točná to
the Military Technical Museum in Lešany.
A driver for the historic Dodge WC 52,
which was to take us to the museum and
back, send us a last-minute apology. Well,
it was Petr who got behind the wheel, and
he bravely tackled driving a car without
a synchronized gearbox and many other
conveniences of modern cars.
Peter, besides aircraft built in various
scales, also liked the real ones. He
himself used to fly in the Točná Aero Club,
and when I offered him the opportunity to
go flying, he did not refuse. Although a lot
of time had passed since he himself had
been a student pilot of Blaník glider, it was
clear that he still had a feeling for flying.
When he took over the controls, I did not
have the slightest urge to correct his
piloting in any way. We had the opportunity
to fly together a Stearman, a Zlin C-305 or
a Cessna C 180 in bush flying modification.
Peter then surprised me, because he had
bought each of these aircraft as a model,
with the intention of building them in the
exact livery we flew together. I don’t know
whether he managed to realize his plan,
the illness he eventually lost the battle for
his life with came rather quickly (at least
for me, as Peter didn’t talk much about his
troubles) and in a form that caused him
to be hospitalized in addition to the pain.
I admit that we will all remember him
as a tireless organizer with his typical
smile. As a man who never refused help
to anyone who asked for it.
I have three children myself and I know
how challenging it is to take care of them,
to teach them something and to anticipate
everything they might think of. That’s why
I have lot of respect and awe for people
who are spending time and lot of effort
with children who might be strangers
to them in addition to their own. Peter
was one of them. He led them to a love
of history, to patience, and taught them
a whole range of skills that neither school
nor their family could provide. All this in
his spare time and with no expectation
of remuneration. In today’s performance,
money and success driven world, he was
almost a person from another time. Peter,
we’re gonna miss you here.
INFO Eduard
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