Today is the 50th anniversary of Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walking on the Moon – 20 July 1969.
As a little kid I spent my summers in Montana and Wyoming, riding and running like a swift browned animal. The summer gang that formed was all about capture the flag, barbed wire scratches, horse sweat-soaked cut offs, lemonade, rope swings at the creek, shooting things and blowing stuff up with firecrackers. But that summer I also built models of all the manned spacecraft and was welded to the TV and coverage of Apollo 11 on the 2 channels available. Yep, 2. And the rabbit ears had to be right.
I have vivid memories of that first moonwalk. I remember, in the middle of it, going outside and looking up at the moon in an un-light-polluted velvet-black sky. Sheer wonder. Breath catching perfection.
I’m sure you have your own memories, if you were old enough to be aware and enjoy and marvel at that amazing event.
That formative experience is indelibly burned into me.
How grateful I am to have grown up in those days. It’s a different world now.
Can we make America that way again, without some cataclysm to shock common sense back into us? I fear that we can’t, but I pray that we will. Maybe we can work to make it happen in the spheres of life entrusted to us.
Here’s a video which mentions the 1969 moon walk and what it’s like be a citizen of the greatest nation on Earth.
It’s a high school prom, it’s a Springsteen song, it’s a ride in a Chevrolet
It’s a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids selling lemonade
It’s cities and farms, it’s open arms, one nation under God