Russell Hamilton ’94

Barnstormers Club Co-Founder

I came to Harvey Mudd in the early 1990s, just as the Bates program ended. My dad was a recreational pilot so I had started flying lessons when I was 15, before Mudd. Iris wanted to continue to do something aviation related for Mudd students, so my classmate Matt Summers and I co-founded the Barnstormers Club at Mudd with Iris’s support.

Even though it wasn’t the Bates program, we still had plenty of exposure to the Southern California aviation community thanks to Iris’s lifetime of connections. We saw the underwater astronaut training tanks, went to Edwards Air Force Base to see the Space Shuttle land, and got to see the Stealth Bomber among other trips. It was such a special part of my Mudd experience.

I passed my flight exam and became a pilot the summer before my senior year in my dad’s Cessna 152. Now I fly a Cirrus SR22 out of the SF Bay Area (San Carlos), and have flown my classmates down to our Mudd reunions. I’m going to try to fly down for her memorial in May, to thank her for everything she did for us.

Drake Keller ’94

Barnstormer

Mrs. Critchell is inextricably entwined with my memories of Harvey Mudd, beginning with my first days of ground school as a Barnstormer. I remember thinking this woman hasn’t forgotten a single thing she’s ever learned!

She is featured in some of my strongest flying memories. My first take-off in the left seat of 42G, with Mrs. C saying “Don’t be afraid of it!” while jamming my hand through the throttle… A tense landing at Brackett field when we weren’t 100% confident in the landing gear: “You know how to open that window if you need to?”… Her encouraging chuckle when the back seat of a 182 finally got the better of my stomach: “We’ve all been there.”

After graduation, I kept up with the “From the Tower” newsletters and (eventually) emails. At alumni weekend, I looked forward most to the Bates reception. At every one, I learned something new and wonderful about her life. She had a strength of spirit that simply can’t be overstated. I regret that my own daughters never got the chance to meet her.

Her impact on those she met, and the inspiration of those who met her, will live on for generations!

Qimin Yang

I remember my first year teaching in Harvey Mudd, and advising an FAA sponsored Engineering project. That was 2002. The team was asked to design a light bar system for the novel airport landing lights. Iris volunteered her time to fly the team above the Ontario airport for testing. That was such a treat for the team, and they really enjoyed flying with Iris, and they successfully took great picture of the light bar within the Ontario airport field on the air. Iris is instrumental setting up the coordination with the airport that allowed the team to deploy the system for the testing. Looking back, I know that was such a great experience. Will miss you Iris!

Greg Goodknight ’77

Student, Aero I & II

I met Mrs. C at the Bates Open House for freshmen in 1972; I didn’t know if my myopia would preclude being in the program but I’d dreamt of flying for years and had to find out and was pleasantly suprised it didn’t bar me from the program or from flying ever since. Thank you, Mrs. C, for the gift of flight. And Mr. C and of course, Shirley Froyd, who all successfully kept me from killing myself or bending Cessna 42G.

After my wife Teri Cahill (Math ’78) passed away in 2000, after a time I had a chance to rekindle a relationship with a woman (from Pomona College) I had dated as an undergrad and I shared with her some of Mrs. C’s accomplishments… she rejected the story as implausible… no one could do all those things. Be all those people. At those levels.

Mrs. C could.

She will be missed. She is missed.

Beth Platt Garrow

HMC Family

Sending love to Sandy, Robin and their family. Iris and Critch were so much a part of the Platt family, and I have fond memories of them while growing up and again, later in life. Iris would email me after seeing me at an HMC event well after her 100th year and was always curious about what we were up to. Our last visit with her was in 2023 which lasted well over an hour. She was still swimming many laps in her pool, sharp as ever, and deeply proud of all the HMC students she taught over the years. Such an amazing life and one that was so giving and humble. We miss her!

Leticia Calderon

Ad admirer

I’m fairly new to HMC so I did not have the pleasure of meeting you. I was, however, amazed to read of your many accomplishments and the legacy you left behind. You paved the way for women like myself, the students at HMC, and the 7Cs. You make me proud to be a woman. May you rest in everlasting peace.

Josh Slater ’06

Student

I’ll never forget Iris. Though the Bates program had long ended by my time, she was there every step of the way through my aviation journey, from my first flight in 42G as a freshman, to my PPL checkride prep after college, and my most memorable flying experience of all with her, Mike Magras and several others on a California tour from POC all the way up to PML. What an adventure! I’ll always treasure the memories and a legacy she has instilled in me and so many others along the way. You will be missed, Iris.

Jon Jacobsen

Colleague

In fourth grade, my daughter became interested in Amelia Earhart. When I mentioned that Iris had known her, Reya immediately asked if she could interview Iris. They met and had an inspiring conversation—no surprise to anyone who knew Iris.

At the end of their chat, Iris turned to Reya and asked if she wanted to try flying. Reya’s face lit up with excitement. Within a week or two, I found myself in the back of Iris’s plane. We had spent a significant amount of time going through the pre-flight routine and safety checks, with Iris teaching Reya every step of the way. Once we were in the air, I assumed Iris would handle the flying and bring us back—how naive of me.

Once we were settled, Iris turned to Reya and said, “Okay, your turn.” And just like that, we were off. “Turn left,” she instructed, and the next thing I knew, Reya was at the controls, guiding the plane. Sitting in the back, I was in absolute awe—watching my daughter experience the thrill of flying and seeing Iris in her element, teaching and sharing her knowledge and passion. It was incredible.

This was just one small example of Iris’s remarkable generosity and willingness to share the joy of flight with others. I was fortunate to get to work with Iris over the years with the Aero Scholarship and other endeavors and will miss her dearly.

Madineh Sarvestani ’05

Iris made a huge impression on me, as a Freshman student trying to figure out my place in the world. She took me, and several other students, out on flights. She made flight, and other big feats, seem small and possible. I think about her often and I’m grateful I got to meet her. What a force.

Bruce Worster ’64

Iris’s passing is a watershed event in my estimation. She was an American treasure: Olympic athlete, pioneering aviator, patriot, parent, and teacher. Over the past 63 years, it has been my privilege to know her, learn from her, help her where I could, and to be counted as her friend. It was her passion to teach people to fly, and she excelled most profoundly in this, her chosen vocation.

I met Iris when the Bates Aeronautics program came to Harvey Mudd College in 1962. I managed to qualify for the program and Iris taught me to fly in 1962-64. Many years later, whenever I was flying, particularly solo, I would find myself listening to a voice in my head, reminding myself what I needed to do next, critiquing my execution, and evaluating the weather conditions ahead. It finally occurred to me that I was channeling Iris and she was with me whenever I flew.

In World War II, Iris flew for the Ferry Command, piloting some of America’s foremost fighter planes across the country, including the legendary P51. Around her 95th birthday, she had the opportunity to fly a tandem version of that aircraft. “I was able to manage it with no problem,” she said. “The controls were exactly the same as they were in 1944.” She then promptly put the hottest propeller aircraft ever built through an eight-point roll.

Iris was, of course, the last surviving member of the 1936 Olympic team and the American titleholder in the 200m breaststroke. Eight years ago, Susan and I celebrated our fiftieth wedding anniversary at the Biltmore Hotel in Santa Barbara, an elegant location which included an Olympic-sized beachside pool. Iris and Sandie were among the guests and our daughter Sara asked Iris if she had ever been to the location. “Oh yes”, Iris replied. “I defended my American title here in 1938!”