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...Does anyone remember it?
At the time, I was at home recovering from an appendecotmy. It wasn't a good time. On the same day I was released from the hospital, my father was admitted with diverticulosis. On the night of the Moon landing I was ensconced on the couch in the downstairs front room. My Aunt had the use of my bedroom because she was absolutely tharn.
Aunt lived alone in the old family home. She was a bit of a religious fanatic and KNEW that the world would come to an end when a human set foot on the moon. Therefore, she was spending the night with us. It didn't matter that I'd just had surgery and that we'd deposited Dad in the hospital that morning. She was older. She was scared out of her wits. I could spend the night on the couch. Aunt would have my room and Mom would cater to her every whim.
The family television was in the room where I was staying. Mom made popcorn while Aunt loudly prayed the rosary.
We heard the transmission from the Moon landing and couldn't make much of it. It sounded like:
"That's one (static) for (static) and one (static, static, static) man(static).
We scratched our heads and ate the rest of the popcorn.
Aunt ran to the windows and was amazed that the stars weren't starting to die off.
In the morning we had breakfast and Aunt drove home. I was allowed back into my bedroom. Although I still had sutures, we visited Dad in the Hospital. It would be a long haul but, in the end, he would be fine. Dad was in and out of the hospital for a good six months. However, he made a good recovery and lived another healthy 20 years.
I know my memories of the moon landing are bit odd. What memories do you have?
At the time, I was at home recovering from an appendecotmy. It wasn't a good time. On the same day I was released from the hospital, my father was admitted with diverticulosis. On the night of the Moon landing I was ensconced on the couch in the downstairs front room. My Aunt had the use of my bedroom because she was absolutely tharn.
Aunt lived alone in the old family home. She was a bit of a religious fanatic and KNEW that the world would come to an end when a human set foot on the moon. Therefore, she was spending the night with us. It didn't matter that I'd just had surgery and that we'd deposited Dad in the hospital that morning. She was older. She was scared out of her wits. I could spend the night on the couch. Aunt would have my room and Mom would cater to her every whim.
The family television was in the room where I was staying. Mom made popcorn while Aunt loudly prayed the rosary.
We heard the transmission from the Moon landing and couldn't make much of it. It sounded like:
"That's one (static) for (static) and one (static, static, static) man(static).
We scratched our heads and ate the rest of the popcorn.
Aunt ran to the windows and was amazed that the stars weren't starting to die off.
In the morning we had breakfast and Aunt drove home. I was allowed back into my bedroom. Although I still had sutures, we visited Dad in the Hospital. It would be a long haul but, in the end, he would be fine. Dad was in and out of the hospital for a good six months. However, he made a good recovery and lived another healthy 20 years.
I know my memories of the moon landing are bit odd. What memories do you have?
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