Hana Eltringham Whitfield Remembers Quentin....

"I first saw Quentin at Saint Hill Manor in September 1965 when I got there to do the SHSBC. He was a very sweet, quiet, boy, with a shining head of beautiful blond hair. Later on, after I joined the Sea Project (1967) and it became the Sea Org and Hubbard's children came aboard (early 1970's I think, I got to know him personally.

He smiled a lot and loved to tell jokes and play pranks. As I am sure you know, he loved everything to do with flying, and both while on board the APOLLO and later, during the later 70's in Clearwater, Florida, he would take his pcs to sessions with their pc folder, if it was small enough, tucked under one arm and with the other stretched out like the wing of an airplane. I would see him walking down a corridor weaving from side to side, making noises like a plane in flight! During these moments he was usually oblivious of what was going on, of his pc, passers-by, and the environment. But if his mouth wasn't pursed up whistling or making plane-type noises, he was, as usual, smiling. Nothing much ever seemed to phase Quentin. At least not on the surface, and not that I noticed.

He did a short stint on the AVON RIVER, when I captained that ship mid-1968 in the Mediterranean, and he was a delight to have on board. He did his job and stood his bridge watches like a trooper and had a great time. He was thrown overboard once, I think, in Corfu, Greece, in 1968 during the days when his father, L. Ron Hubbard took his delight in that line of punishment. Quentin went over with the aplomb of a veteran. I think he even smiled or saluted as he jumped. When he received cramming orders as an auditor, he just shrugged or laughed and went off to cramming! Quentin was also fun to have around.

I am sorry that I did not know him better. There are many more anecdotes I could add to this."