Apollo 11 lands on the Moon, July 20, 1969. NASA image |
I was 5 years old, ready to turn 6 two months later.
My dad and I were in East Peoria, Illinois at my paternal grandparents.
Mom, and I'm pretty sure Grandma, were in Houston, Texas. They wasn't helping in Mission Control; but attending the Lutheran Women's Missionary League Convention.
Just how intentional it was for the group to be in the same city as the space program headquarters - I have no idea. I'm fairly sure, mom was more focused on the conference than men on the moon.
I don't remember how I felt. It happened at 9:56 Central Time, I remember watching television with Dad and Grandpa and instinctively knowing this was a very big deal. That has to be the reason that 50 years later, my mind's eye clearly sees three Mossner men in a small living room in central Illinois caring about what was happening 238,900 miles away.
Dad was an engineer, a man of science. He took me to museums and talked about big events. I recall a visit to Milwaukee with him to see the remains of Apollo One (or perhaps a model, I'm not sure).
50 years later - the Apollo 11 moon landing is the first event in my lifetime where I remember exactly where I was when it happened.
What was yours?
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