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Your moonshot memories

Posted: Monday, July 20, 2009 7:52 PM by Alan Boyle


Courtesy of Bob Bickers
The Bickers family sits around the television on July 20, 1969, in
their home in Memphis, Tenn. From left are Bob, William, Linda
and Alice Fay Bickers. Robert Sr. took the picture.

Even the highest-resolution camera in orbit around the moon can't make out the mark left behind by Neil Armstrong's "one small step" 40 years ago - but NASA's giant leap left a huge mark on men and women around the globe. For proof, all you have to do is page through the more than 1,400 messages answering the question posed 10 days ago: "Where were you when Apollo flew?"

The reminiscences about July 20, 1969, came from Saudi Arabia and Nigeria, India and Australia. Some were at the Boy Scouts' National Jamboree in Idaho and remember gathering around radios and TV sets in their tents to witness history. "As soon as we heard 'Houston, the Eagle has landed,' a huge cheer from all 50,000-plus went up from all around the park, echoing off the hills, for several minutes," Dave Robertson Jr. recalled.

Some were in Europe, and basked in the adulation that citizens of other nations had for the American spirit on that day: "An Italian embraced me and proclaimed, 'Americani, Astronati, La Luna, La Luna!'" Hal Ackerman wrote.

Many happened to be on the battlefield on that day (and some were imprisoned in North Vietnam, as Sen. John McCain relates in this "Nightly News" video). The memories weren't pleasant. "I was in South Vietnam, slogging through the rice paddies," John Porter wrote from Arizona. "I actually didn't even hear about it until maybe a week later, and to be honest, I really didn't give a (expletive deleted), as I was just trying to stay alive."

For some, the Apollo achievement seemed to hold the promise of a "Jetsons" future that never came to pass. But for others, July 20, 1969, was a life-changing day - and not just because it was also the day they were born, or got engaged, or gave birth (or had their first period, as one woman wrote).

The experience sparked 40 years of imagination and inspiration for Bob Bickers, an artist and attorney in Murrysville, Pa., who has immortalized that day in an exhibit of paintings and photographs currently on display at his local library.

For sharing his story below, and the photograph above, Bickers will be receiving a copy of Andrew Chaikin's coffee-table book about the Apollo adventure, "Voices From the Moon." Here's Bickers' tale:

"I was 13 in Memphis, and anyone visiting my room would think they were were in an unofficial branch of Mission Control.  I had miniature models of Apollo spacecraft being tracked across huge moon maps, and a library of space books and magazines on every aspect of the Apollo program.

"I had been closely following the space race since the early 1960s, watching the Mercury astronauts rocket into space.  On the afternoon of July 20, 1969, my hands sweated along with everyone else as the Eagle landed.  I stepped outside the house and saw traffic on the road and was incredulous that these people were oblivious to the moon landing.

"That night, our family watched on the TV set and finally pulled a mattress into the den to watch the mission coverage all the way through.  Here's a picture of us all around the TV that night (I am the one holding our dog). 

"Years later, I never did become an astronaut. I became an attorney instead, but I also became skilled as an artist and now I have an art show and tribute to that special mission, called 'Apollo 11 - 40 Years a Memory.' More on that can be found at BobBickers.net and on my blog. The moon landings have fueled my imagination all these years while waiting for us to return.  I hope I will see that day soon."

Forrest Bennett of Memphis, Tenn., told a tale that sounds too good to be true. I checked with the National Air and Space Museum, and the staff members there couldn't immediately find the evidence to back up his story. They'd love to talk with Forrest if he's stopping by the museum (but don't worry, Forrest, you're not in trouble):

"I was 6 years old at the time and living in the neighborhood just south of Houston that was home to most of the personnel that worked around the clock in Mission Control at Johnson Space Center.  I remember my dad taking Polaroid snapshots of the television screen as Neil Armstrong stepped off of the ladder on the lunar module and onto the moon's stark surface while uttering those famous words.  I also remember there being a raucous block party soon after the successful return to Earth of the Apollo 11 command capsule.  Imagine if you will a couple of hundred geeks running on andrenaline and alcohol, and you pretty much have the complete picture.

"Our next-door neighbor - whose name I have long forgotten, but whose contribution to my interest in science and space will never be forgotten - was mission director of one of the later Apollo missions.  He was a junior director on the Apollo 11 mission and as such had complete access to the mission plans and gave my dad a printout from the massive mainframe computer that showed in ASCII characters the flight path of the entire mission from liftoff to splashdown.  Unfortunately that now-priceless document was destroyed when a pipe burst in our home years later and flooded the basement where it was stored.  

"An even more poignant memory of 'Jeffrey's dad' which is how I always remember my neighbor, is when the command module returned to Houston on the back of a flatbed semi; he took my dad, his son Jeffrey and me to see the ship that had carried Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins into history. Jeffrey and I actually climbed into and all over the capsule as it sat strapped to the flatbed truck.  Then, being boys, we left our own marks on history ... we scratched our initials into the carbon scoring on the edge of the heat shield and promised never to tell anyone.

"Years later, as a teenager, I visited the Smithsonian's National Air and Space Museum - and there in the front entrance, encased in plexiglass for all the world to see, sat the capsule and my initials.  I broke my promise to Jeffrey at that moment and showed my dad what we had done.  I couldn't tell if he was incredulous or proud or both, but I will never forget the look on his face as I pointed out the tiny scratches spelling out my initials FAB.

"Believe it or not, it's true.

"I am going to be taking my own teenager to visit the Air and Space Museum on July 20, and if I am lucky the capsule will still be there and I can show here where her dad left his mark on history."

We received several comments from people who were actually involved in the Apollo 11 mission on the ground (or at sea). Here are a couple of them, beginning with a tale from Ron Holland of Centreville, Md.:

"At the time of Apollo 11 moon landing, I was an operations control shift supervisor at the NASA Goddard Space Flight Center. Working for RCA Corp., as a contractor for the NASA Space Tracking And Data Acquisition Network (STADAN), I was fortunate to have a front-row seat not only for the entire Apollo program, but also most of the Gemini missions before Apollo.

"Being able to hear 'real-time' communications between spacecraft and 'ground' was always interesting technically and exciting personally.

"There is one part of my first lunar landing experience that I want to make crystal clear. It is what Mr. Neil Armstrong really said as he made his first historic step onto the lunar surface. I heard this in real-time, clearly, on a 5/5 circuit, and firsthand. He said; 'One small step for man…' and not, as some P.C. wonks, manipulating revisionists of history would like us to believe, 'one small step for a man.' Good grief!

"Mr. Armstrong, whom I met and shook hands with shortly after his return, later said that he 'meant' to say 'a man,' but it came out as 'man,' without an “A”. It's a small thing, but such are the fine points of history. And to think I was there to hear and see it all as it happened. Personally, I prefer the all-inclusive and global 'man.'

"With a total of 35 years, working for NASA and NOAA space programs, I retired in 2003 after serving on the Hubble Space Telescope for 15 years. First, at Johns Hopkins University, Space Telescope Science Institute, in Baltimore, then planning and scheduling HST servicing missions, and finally consulting for NASA’s chief engineer at NASA HQ in D.C.

"However, I'll never forget that night in July. The rest of my career was 'gravy.'"

And here's another inside view from Edward Brann, who was at Mission Control in Houston for Apollo 11 (and Apollo 7, 8, 9, 10, 12 and 13):

"... The oversight contract I was working on reviewed the integration of the various Apollo systems. My job was to validate the integration of the landing and rendezvous radar systems to the Primary Guidance and Navigation System on the lunar module. This also included the integration of the radar data into the navigation programs. This started my introduction to and lifelong affiliation with digital computers.

"The Primary Guidance and Navigation System was designed at MIT and built by Raytheon. It must be stated that the Primary computers on both the command module (CM) and lunar module (LM) never failed during a flight.  Compared to the powerhouses we put on our desks, the computers on the LM or CM were antiques. By the time I came on board, the programming demands had expanded the computer to 4,000 words of RAM (random access memory) and 37,000 words of ROM (read-only memory).

"I would bench check the navigation programs and if a section needed further testing, we would schedule some time on the LM simulator. We would get it 'after hours' since it was the same one that the astronauts trained in during the day. The simulator area had simulators for both the command module and lunar module, which for training purposes could be linked together. The movie 'Apollo 13' depicted this simulation area with about 90 percent accuracy.

"Sometimes a contractor goes beyond the letter of the programming contract specs because it makes sense. MIT had designed the major programs with restart check points, which saved the Apollo 11 landing on the moon. The landing guidance program was designed to run in a two-second cycle. When it was started, it would schedule itself to start again in two seconds. It would normally be finished with a cycle by the time the scheduler started it again. During the final phase of the landing profile, the computer was running at 90 percent capacity.

"During Apollo 11's final landing phase, a switch had been left in the wrong position, which caused an abnormal number of computer interrupts. This caused the computer to run at 105 percent of capacity and cause a restart. This happened about nine times on the way down, and the hard call was to either let it continue or switch to the abort computer and head back to the command module. The programmers at MIT were following the telemetry and decided that the computer was functionally following the proper landing profile, which the controllers concurred with, and the rest is history.

"Where was I during all of this? In one of the back-back rooms provided for the contractors to follow the flight on the telemetry screens on the wall. For each controller position in the main control room, which we saw on TV or in movies, there was a back room with 10 to 12 people who backed up the controller position through the head sets. Then this back room was in contact with the associated back-back room where the contractors who built or checked the systems were available for consultation.

"I had prepared a LM mission profile document that integrated the astronaut flight plan with the telemetry readouts expected during different phases of the mission. I was following the landing by cross-referencing my profile with the telemetry displays to make sure that the LM was on the correct descent profile. At about 500 feet, Neil Armstrong took over the landing phase manually (computer-aided). If you listen to that part of the landing, you can hear Buzz Aldrin calling out the feet per second down and horizontally. That was his job while Neil looked for a landing site. During that running call out of the displays, you will hear the comment 'low fuel level light.' This light indicated that the computer had calculated 30 seconds of fuel left.

"The landing phase seemed to last forever from that point until the touchdown indicator came on and they cut the engine. There were a lot of 'blue' faces as everyone - including myself - was holding his breath during those last few seconds. It was calculated after the fact that the LM had less than 10 seconds of fuel left at touchdown. ...

"A Web site readers might find interesting is this one, which contains a transcript of the Apollo 11 landing phase with post mission comments by Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin."

Here's how the day changed the lives of Leona T. Hill and her family:

"My future husband and I were sitting on a sofa watching the historic moment on TV. That was our date for the evening in lieu of attending the movie theatre.  When the first moon step was taken, my husband made the comment that we needed to take a giant leap of our own and get married! What a romantic proposal, right? :) And so that journey we started 40 years ago continues today.  Along the way we had four children, and ironically, two of them became computer software engineers for the international space station project and the shuttle program.  Their wives were involved also!  My husband still watches all of the NASA programs on TV and he is vitally interested in all aspects of space."  

July 20, 1969, was also a doubly special day for Rick Sciapiti of Roseburg, Ore.:

"I was flying back on the 'Freedom Bird' to CONUS [continental U.S.] from the Republic of Vietnam. Landing in Japan for refueling, I, along with all the other returning soldiers, got off the aircraft. In the lobby of the airport, we saw people standing around looking at a television of Neil Armstrong standing on the moon's surface. I had just spent 366 days flying close aerial combat support with the 114th Assault Helicopter Co. as a crew chief and door gunner. I was completely out of touch with current events, and when I saw the image of Armstrong on the moon, I was speechless! I had no idea Apollo had taken off and was on a lunar mission. Today is the 40th anniversary of my return from the War in Vietnam."

David Kamerath of Salt Lake City sent along this memory, plus a picture:


Courtesy of David Kamerath
David Kamerath on duty in South
Vietnam in 1969.

"July 20th, 1969, was hot and miserable in the rice paddies and murky canals along the Mekong River in Dinh Tuong Province, South Vietnam. I was on a combat mission with an infantry security force consisting mostly of Vietnamese Regional Forces. I halted the patrol long enough to press a small Sony battery-powered radio to my ear and listened to the first lunar landing.

"I was so very proud at that moment and I wondered at the beauty of such an accomplishment. For me, that was an exciting and an encouraging event. In the midst of the heat and misery of a combat patrol, I was hearing one of the most significant events to date in modern history. I was so very proud then, as I am now, of the privilege it is to be an American citizen.

"NOTE: The attached photograph was taken at about the same time and place, but was probably not the same day as the lunar landing."

Several commenters posed the question, "If we could land a man on the moon, why couldn't we win the Vietnam War?" Here's an example from John Clay in Virginia:

"I was on a denuded mountaintop in the Northern I Corps of Vietnam overlooking the DMZ, wondering if they could accomplish a trip to the moon, why couldn't they end the war?"

Kay Sorensen of Salem, Wis., had a different twist on the "if we could land a man on the moon..." question:

"We were visiting my sister and brother in law in Hammond, Indiana. When they landed on the moon, my husband declared that if they could land on the moon, he could stop smoking. He opened the door and threw out his pipe and never smoked again. The moon landing and quitting smoking will always be indelibly linked for our family."

Here's another life-changing story, from Greg McCauley of Indianapolis:

"I was a high school senior in a small Midwest town and was overcome by the magnitude of that event. Two years later, in April 1971, my best friend and I quit college, packed a suitcase, and, with $100 each, flew off to get a job at the Manned Spacecraft Center in Houston. Everyone thought that we were totally nuts and that you had to be a rocket scientist to work for the Apollo lunar program. They thought we would fail and eventually come back home to live out normal lives like everyone else. We swore we would not come home until we were working for NASA.

"Seven months and many odd jobs later, we both got jobs in the Mission Planning and Analysis Division at the Manned Spacecraft Center in Houston. We were 21 years old, had secret clearances and were absolutely in the middle of it all for Apollo 15, 16 and 17. We worked on exciting projects and even witnessed the launches from the floor of Mission Control.

"Those were very exciting times in our lives and proved to us that the American Dream is still alive - you can do whatever you set your mind to doing. Today, as a private business owner, I believe in the power of the human spirit. Anyone can achieve their dreams if they just have the courage to pursue them."

The event was an inspiration to people in other countries as well, as illustrated by Remigius Dias' story:

"The year that man landed on the moon, I was in the final year of finishing high school. Schools in most parts of India at that time did not infuse much enthusiasm in students about the wonders of science. Just that science was one of the subjects which had to be covered to go through school and enter college.

"My interest was to listen to music and news programs over the radio. TV was not introduced in Bombay, India, at that time. Newspaper reports too lagged behind some of the U.K. and U.S. papers, but they did report preparations of the Americans to overtake the Russians in their bid to land a man on the moon. ... That historic day, I did not attend school but was glued to the radio receiver hearing live commentary from VOA [Voice of America]. Although the reception was not so good, with many breaks in between, it was a great way to participate in this historic event.

"The day after Armstrong and Aldrin landed on the moon, the Free Press Journal newspaper carried only a single headline on its front page something about two inches in size in red: 'Man Lands on Moon.'

"I can proudly say that was what motivated me to take up science after my schooling, although I didn't pursue higher studies, but managed to qualify as an audio/video engineer. Wish I was in the USA, where opportunities abound to fulfill my dream of studying space science and being useful to the space program. ..." 

I just love this message from Emnang Cletus in Ogoja, Nigeria:

"I was right in my village without a TV to watch the shuttle. But I dreamt man was constructing a railroad in the sky. Years later, I realized it was a vision of Apollo 11 that I saw. As a 7-year-old, I was perplexed how man could construct a railroad in the sky."

John Spring Hill, who lives in Florida, remembers an alien world on Earth:

"I was in a naval hospital in Guam, getting my body fixed from being shot up in Vietnam. It was a lot scarier than the moon. But if you were near the DMZ, some areas looked like the moon. 2/9 ... Semper Fi."

Elizabeth Braun Andreini of Naples, Fla., had a sunnier memory that makes me wish I were there (I remember all those songs, by the way):

"I was in Kennebunkport, Maine, age 19, Summer of Love, for sure. We walked Kennebunk Beach that night, my Greek paramour and me (my first lover). Back home in Poland, Ohio, my older brother Doug and his girlfriend Margie were preparing his VW camper for Woodstock. Doug would not let my mother serve rice as it reminded him of Vietnam. Both my brothers were spared Vietnam, thank you, God. The Fifth Dimension 'Aquarius' was No. 1 on the charts, Gary Puckett and the Union Gap were No. 85 with 'This Girl Is a Woman Now,' and Sly and the Family Stone gave us 'Hot Fun in the Summertime.' I could write a book about that summer! Wow, thanks for asking!"

I definitely could write a book based on all the where-were-you comments we received as of today. Instead, I'll point you toward the full item, and invite you to leave additional comments below. One additional note: I've edited the above comments, but I just haven't had time to clean up the spelling for the hundreds of other comments we've received. So as you page through the reminiscences, please forgive any errors you might see.

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For an extremely impressionable 9 year old in the summer of 1969, the moon landing was even further away than for most people.

My family was in Ecuador that July visiting family. Ecuador did not have television yet and so all our news was via radio and newspaper.

I remember grabbing my dad's binoculars and imagining that I could see the spaceship circling the moon.

We really did that 40 years ago? wow.....
I remember very little, however it was something I won't ever forget.  We sat around the TV and I guess it was late.  I had to be 4 or 5.  I was restless, didn't understand a thing.  Finally, my dad opened the living room curtains and pointed at the moon.  I kept insisting I didn't see anything.  He kept pointing until I gave in and said I saw a man walking.  I remember the feeling of something very good, very scary ( for a little one) and a lot of smiling faces and tears. This was bigger than Bozo or the 4th of July.  I had never felt such excitement from TV and my family. I got tired and ended up going to bed undecided. !!  I still look up now and then and get the chills when I realize what I had seen was true-human life walking on the moon.
We prepared my high school buddy's basement to look like mission control, with a keg of beer in the center.  As I tried to tap the keg (my first ever attempt at this chore), the spigot launched into the air and embedded into the acoustic tile ceiling!  Beer was shooting up like a fountain and we had our first rocket launch!  To this day we send messages to each other reminiscing over that wonderful day.  Hey, the astronauts didn't do much better with their video attempts!
I clearly remember this night 40 years ago. We were returning on a bus from a company picnic in NJ to NY. I was 9 years old and sleepy after a long fun day in the pool & sun. The radio was on in the bus and my mother in all her excitement roused me to look out the window at the moon. I will always remember the sound of her voice and the awe of the moment as she & I looked out the window of the darkened bus towards the bright moon that night. It was an amazing feeling I will never forget.
Great seeing others' memories of seeing or hearing of the moonwalk. I was 15, and my parents woke me & my younger sister to come downstairs and watch on our tv - I think it was about 1 in the morning. The only thing that puzzled me was that I thought what I heard Neil Armstrong say was "One small step for A man," rather than "One small step for man" - it seemed to make more sense, too. Never did solve that puzzle as it's always been reported as "for man".
one thing to remember is these guys were test pilots...their life expectancy was not very high for every second they were alive...riding that rocket once the candle was lit, was the ultimate test flight...
people seem amazed that astronauts were so cool and capable...
they were exceptional, carefully selected, intensely trained Humans...in a way that no longer exists...Pure Product of America...personified.
goosebumps all day...thanks, Alan...
and there's still a day to go before the sensation of reliving Man on the Moon becomes History once again...
ya hadda be there, Kids...no foolin'...the feeling of limitless possibilities pervading our most common senses no longer exists...except in memory...DRAT!!!
can you say bittersweet?
I was 11 years old, and my family and I held our breaths until the moment it was confirmed that man had, indeed, landed on the moon. It sparked an interest in the space program, and many years later I was a teacher in my hometown. I remember that NASA was going to send a teacher into space, and I actually entertained the idea of trying out for the coveted spot. Alas, as much as I loved the space program, I was never that "good" in science and math. Plus, I have a terrible fear of heights! Wouldn't do well for a teacher-astronaut! And even though that giddy moment of seeing a fellow teacher blast off into space turned into one of the saddest moments of my life, I never turned my back on the space program. I still follow the current missions, and revel in the ongoing progress of the International Space Station. As humans, we HAVE to always reach for the stars, and always ask ourselves, "What is out there?" And that's what I impart to my students now...always reach for a goal.
Five generations of my family watched the moonwalk together.  My great-grandmother, my grandmother, my mom, myself, and my son (who was only 3 months old, and wasn't paying too much attention).  What amazes me to this day is that my great-grandmother had moved to Iowa in a covered wagon when she was 2 years old and lived long enough to see a man walk on the moon.  I can't even begin to imagine what kind of progress stretch would have to happen to even come close to that in my lifetime.
I also back up what Mr. Ron Holland said. I was a 22 year old Army Captain, just back in the States from Vietnam. I'd spent a year leading 400 men in a combined arms unit near the Ho Nai River part of the Iron Triangle. During Tet of '69, (Little Tet), that was increased to 830 men. I kept myself and my men alive by being a stickler for detail, one of my father's expressions. He was a director of AMOCO. He'd raised me in the world of chemistry, physics, astronomy, (we made our own reflecting telescope mirror), mathematics, competitive swimming and lots of outdoors activities. I was also a published author in history and had a practiced ear for words. I'd graduated from Infantry Officer Candidate School at the age of 19. There was nothing faulty about my observational abilities in critical moments.

I knew the importance of that moment and listened intently as I sat on the edge of my mother's couch in her home in Park Forest, IL, on a hot July evening.

I distinctly remember what Neil Armstrong said, not because of the historical importance but because it sounded awkward, and knowing grammar, was astounded that he's said something like that instead of what I would have expected. It was jarring. As Mr. Roland stated, Neil Armstrong said, "That was one step for man and a giant leap for mankind."

In 1969, the word "man" used in that context would have meant a plural, such as mankind, (also widely used at that time.) That's why it was jarring to hear. He was only one man but he was using the implied plural. I've seen this discussed in other publications and always some NASA person is trotted out to tell us that the original audio is indistinct but every one is sure what was said was"... a man ..."  No, it wasn't. There was no A.  Too bad they over-wrote the original tapes.

What a magic time. BTW, the other night my college-age son and I were discussing the early space days. I told him how frustrated I was after Sputnik that we kept blowing up our rockets on the launch pad. One winter afternoon, before our success, I sat down and drew a picture of how to make such a multi-stage rocket work and sent it to President Eisenhower. My son got quite a laugh. He said he could imagine the people receiving that saying, "Mr. President, we've got a problem. We've now got 11 year old boys telling us how to put our rocket into space!"
I was 18 years old, glued to the front of a small grainy B&W television with poor reception, in Brothers, Oregon, a small hamlet in the Oregon desert, population 15.Immediately after the landing of the lunar module, my friend and I ran out to a dark night sky to be distant spectators to this greatest of human achievements. Good thing I wasn't smoking pot at the time or the event would have turned cosmic.
I'm 16 sitting in a bar in Northern California,the bartender said that it was alright just this once.Because this was history and you could make an exception for history this once.
We sat with others and listened in silence until the words "the eagle has landed" then the bar erupted in cheers and clapping. That was the year of many great things,one month to the day later,I met my Wife. The two greatest things in my teenage life happened in the summer of 69.
5 years old at the babysitter's house in Bristol Tn watching a tiny B&W TV on the kitchen table not knowing why we were watching this only everybody said it was important. As a 5 yo I remembered it as mostly boring - however sort of cartoonish. Still I'm glad someone made me watch it. Thanks anonymous babysitter! God bless Walter Cronkite - he could put a kid to sleep faster than golf on tv.
I have been too many places.  I have experienced many things including intimate encounters with death.  Our space voyagers were heroes because they did what they did, were always close to death, and yet always maintained their focus on their jobs.  The only other heroes are no longer with us.
-- Bill
The evening of July 20, 1969 provided me with my very first concious memory.  I was 2 years old and I am told that on that evening, my mother woke me and took me from my bed to the living room where the reports on the moon landing were being broadcast live.  Although my father objected to me being woken up, my mother declared that "our son is an American and this is a very important and historic day for all Americans, he should watch this, despite his very young age."

Well, as it turned out, years later when she told me this story, remarkably, I described her exactly what she and my father were wearing that night, the location of the television set and exactly where my 2 dogs were at the time.  My mother and father were astonished at my recollection.  My dear mother, Norma, was right.  It is and was a great moment for all Americans.  Thank you mom, for waking me up and provinding me with my first memory!
I have none. The US Government has been so inept the last 40 years, no one has walked on the moon in my lifetime.

Instead of committing consistent resources to space exploration, NASA has become a pawn in the grand game of politics.
I turned 8 years old Sunday July 20, 1969. The best birthday presents..... Man landing on the moon ( and I was allowed to stay up and watch it live ) and a brand new  Huffy bike with a sissy bar and banana seat.  The bike was really cool, nothing but a memory now, but nothing could top the history that happened that day. I bought my first telescope the year before, thinking i would be able to see the lunar landing! I now shoot shoot lunar and space photos.  Funny how one day inspired me and millions of others. Thank you Buzz, Neil and Michael for the best birthday of my life.
I was nine years old and watched every second of the flight religiously all night long.  I was mesmerized by this other world, which seemed so clean and peaceful and without strife and hate, yes of course it seemed cold and barren to me even at nine but that also appealed to me for reasons I would not find out clearly till many years later.  I was longing for a different world, a different planet, in those days because I was different than everyone else and i did not know why or how.  I was talented in art at school so i was in charge of the background painting for the gymnastics show when we all did our flips and acrobatics.  We thought we were all on the way to the olympics.  For a background I decided on a huge moon landscape painted in neon day glo black light  fluorescent paint colors.  Not exactly the moon's grays and blacks.  The craters of the moon were painted like little volcanoes because the teacher and scientists at the time thought that the craters were volcanoes.  I wanted more indentation craters because they looked to my innocent eyes at nine that they were impact craters.  No one wanted to accept that the moon  had been constantly battered by asteroids for millions of years back then because of the implications for earth.  Now we know the truth.  A few years later on a movie date with my high school sweetheart, she thought we would be together for the rest of our lives, we saw Close Encounters of the Third Kind.  After the date i told her that i wanted to be taken away, taken up in a space craft to another world to an alien world.  I was 16 at the time.  You see I was realizing I was gay and  those things that fit were not fitting for me.  I think gays must have been in the groups that went to the wild west (well thats proven by research) and to the new world with the explorers.  Wherever there is a frontier, gays will want to go there.  But that night in 1969 i was in front of the TV and running outside to look at the stars and see the milky way with the acutely sharp eyes that only a nine year old has to see all the millions of stars and planets and the giant moon gliding seeming so close.  I remember at nine always being amazed at the strength of moonlight during the full moon.  I mean I could see everything as if it were daytime even some colors in the garden and the green of the grass.  I remember even at nine years old realizing even then that everything was not always going perfectly smoothly on that flight.  It reminded me a bit of our families summer vacation to the ocean by car, there was a lot of work and many things going on simultaneously and things were forgotten or broke or gas was running out and everyone in the family had dozens of emotions from excitement  to fear to exhaustion.  It is only after watching all the documentaries I see how real my guess was, we just barely got there with ten seconds of fuel.  One giant leap for a man, one small step for mankind.  In all great changes on earth it takes giant leaps for a single man, to drag all of mankind one small step forward.
I was only 6 years old at the time, but I still remember being gathered around the TV and knew this was something special.  There were a lot of people over, I don't remember how many.  Everyone started cheering and clapping and yelling.  It wasn't until a few years later I really understood the magnitude of that day.  I can't beleive we are now just trying to get back to what we did 40 years ago.  We should have kept that momentum and already have a base on Mars.
I was six years old, and my dad had brought a red and a blue astronaut suit back from a business trip to Texas. My brother and I put them on, and in Montreal that day, they opened up the school and we all sat in the auditorium and watched the landing on TV. For years I wanted to be an astronaut - I was determined to be the first female in space.
I watched it. It seemed surreal.

I was 15 at the time. Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King were murdered the year before. Race riots were in the news. Russia had invaded Czechoslovakia. I really didn't know if there would be a civilized world left before I became an adult. But there were these two guys on the moon. I wondered if they were the two safest people in the universe -- so far from the hate that was growing around me.
I was 15 years old, visiting my Father's hometown in De Smet South Dakota.

We watched the landing at Aubrey Sherwood's home. He was the owner/editor of the De Smet News where my father, year's before, had been a linotype operator.

It was the thrill of my life except for the fact that Dad had let me drive the car most of the way from our home in Burbank to De Smet because, despite my Mom's protestations, he knew I was, "trustworthy".

The thrill of that trip with my folks and the world history it coincided with remains one of the most precious memories of my life.

God Bless them all.
I was working my second summer as a bell hop for the Hamilton Hotel in Ocean City, Maryland. There were huge thunderstorms are around when Armstrong started down the ladder and with no cable, well it was in and out. My boss called me over to take a customer to their room, but I told them they had to wait as they were about to walk on the Moon. Though heavy rain and storms we all watched. The next day my boss wanted to fire me, I told him as I did the night before, go ahead, they only land on the Moon for the first time once and I wasn't going to miss it.  Well I kept my job for the summer, when my boss said,"Well don't do that again" and I said I don't think they will land on the Moon for the first time again this summer!!!!
BTW that hotel burned to the ground the following Christmas. A shame as it was a fine place to grow up!!!
We will all die in 2912 when all the ancient calendars end.  Period.  I too watched, transfixed, the moom landing.  Now, we want to go to Meea at untols billions.  The moon is not the answer.  I bet the Obomanationa of the world will be ther.
I was 12 years old and had my Saturn V model rocket by my side as I watched the landing (Walter Cronkite version, of course).  I was incredibly excited, and then my sister asked "What are those kids doing on Mom's car?" I looked up to see my sister on the front porch arguing with the teenagers, and I came out to watch (just for a moment).  As I looked at the teenaged girls, I covered my mouth in amazement.  These were three neighbor kids who had moved away many years ago with their parents. Among them was the girl I had had a crush on since I was five years old, and now there she was, an older woman (14).  I ran in and told my mom, and she invited the girls in and their parents who arrived a few minutes later(beer run).  My father worked late so my mother entertained.  Oh, that 14 year old was beautiful, even more than my Saturn V.  I don't think we exchanged two words all night, I just looked at her, more than at the screen(but it was the lull between the landing and the walk on the surface).  Hours went by and finally the family had to leave. I smiled at the girl, she smiled back, and they were gone, never saw them again, although the parents kept in touch by cards and letters.  They're all gone now, and I hope the sisters are well and happy, especially...

My father came home around 12:30 and asked what was going on? We indicated the screen (there were guys on the moon! Look!) "Dad, do you know who was here?"
He opened a beer, watched the TV and listened.

Sitting on my desk as I write this is a foot high model of the Saturn V. I watched every launch from Mercury on, knew the name of every astronaut, and will when I can find the time, watch a shuttle launch. I cried at Apollo 1.  Maybe I cry for all the lost chances, or for things that weren't meant to be not matter how much we wanted them.

Author Jerry Oltion wrote a fabulous science fiction story about a man who through his own force of will and belief had a Saturn V (full size) appear before him that took him and his friends to the moon.

It may be all we have left, the belief and the faith. But that's a start. Apollo, you are go for launch.
After 40 years, one thing is clear: the future is not what it used to be.

See:

http://notionscapital.wordpress.com/2009/07/20/the-future-is-not-what-it-used-to-be/
I just came in from the recovery of our latest mission F-100s at Tuy Hoa Air Base to have a dinner when one of my squadron mates said that the moon landing was live on Armed Forces Vietnam Television.  We did not have much warning so their were not too many guys in the building where our BW TV was.  AFVN mainly broadcast taped reruns of a limited number of programs so TV was not watched often.  But it was electrifying for this 23 year old Lieutenant to see the country achieve something good while serving in Vietnam where anti Vietnam news and protest was the norm among my contemporaries back home.  It seemed a bit ironic and even sad to me being in a very hostile alien environment and unappreciated while a celebration was going back home for an event taking place out of this world.  But for a moment at least I was also a proud American and I silently thanked my military comrades for something good on the news.
Mike Thomas has it just right - the giant leap that one man can make to drag the rest of us into the future.  I was 37, but the enormity of the event was kind of lost on me at that time.  You see, for over 20 years previously I had been an avid science-fiction fan, an "actifan," and the moon-landing was an affirmation that "Destination Moon" was not just a movie, and "Gentlemen, Be Seated" was not just a
story.

I was right then, but now, I wonder...  Who will drag us forward?
My best friend Kathy & I were on an adventure of our own--two 19-yr olds visiting England & Wales--my first plane trip & our first trip out of the country. The morning after the lunar landing, we met a sweet, old man who greeted us joyfully, but we couldn't understand his British accent. We politely asked him to repeat what he said, & after the second time, he slowed down his speech significantly.  THEN we understood, " You girls must be very proud to be Americans today !"  To which we both replied, "YES, YES we are! Thank You!", as if we had something to do with it all! That evening we were walking home in the dark, with the moon shining very brightly in that sky so far from our homes, and we shouted at the tops of our voices,  "HELLO BUZZ!!! HELLO MICHAEL!!! HELLO NEIL!!!"
I'll never forget it as long as I live!!
I was sixteen.  With few exceptions, I had watched the televised launches of NASA rockets building up to this one.  Our whole family gathered to watch the broadcasts from the moon, and even though we had anticipated it and the space program seemed an integral part of our childhood years, it was nearly unbelievable.  I remember going outside later that evening and looking at the moon, amazed to think of men walking around on it.  Yet it still had all its romantic power, shining in the sky, was more than a destination that had been reached.
I later bought an "instant" book, Appointment on the Moon, which I still have.
It was an incredible achievement, and working toward it improved all our lives.  I hope NASA gets more support.  Thanks to all who sacrificed and risked so much and worked so hard to make that moment happen.  
I remember July 20, 1969, the day that man first landed on the moon. It was the culmination of a monumental effort that this country pursued and met the timetable of President Kennedy's inaugural speech goal that he set when he said that this country would put a man on the moon and return him safely to earth by the end of the decade. Unfortunately, he didn't live to see it.

After I witnessed the moon landing, a friend and I went to a Led Zeppelin concert. It was held in a 'theater in the round' that was beneath a tent, like a small circus tent. It was a summer place for live shows. It was a small place and we saw the bands up close. This was part of the Led Zeppelin's first US tour, so it was before they attracted the huge crowds.

After the concert I witnessed the first moon walk. Fortunately, it was delayed for several hours so I didn't miss seeing it live.
I was a nine year old in India and like all over the world I was caught up in the excitement. You donot know how thrilled I was as the landing was to take place on 21st July Indian Standard Time.21st July is my birthday and it was the best ever gift a youngster could get. As Neil Armstrong started getting down I thought my heart would stop. In those days we had only Radio network and we had to tune into SW transmission which used to be scratchy. The photo of Earth taken from moon was brilliant and ever since I have got hooked into it. who could forget Apollo 13. NASA needs to plan more exciting events. I know NASA can do it.
Wanted to let Bob know he wasn't the only Bickers watching TV that historic evening. My job placed me at Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt MD and provided me the opportunity to see many of the astronauts who visited there as well as the various test facilities on the base. It was quite an exciting time.
well dowwn bravo
The Apollo 11 landing was a very momentous event for me as I was 9 years old in Bangladesh (East Pakistan at that time) and glued to the TV watching Neil Armstrong and Aldrin walking on moon. No achievement can be  more glorious than that.  It was America at the peak. Later when the astronauts came to our city, I could not go as my school did not make a bus trip there.I was crying all day asking my mom to take me to town.

President Kennedy, the astronauts, NASA engineers, and American people all deserve credit for this.

With this I say God Bless America.
Lunar Dreams

By David Alan Hoag – July 21, 2009
(Written to commemorate the 40th anniversary of man’s first steps on the Moon)

“You won’t reach the moon!” the critics would say.
It seems, where angels fear, you’ll oft find fools.
Fools with poor computers to chart their way
The tools back then: engineering slide rules.

The Russians claimed a scientific win,
But a grander goal, Kennedy would tout:
“Easy to orbit some sputnik-type tin,
But we’ll walk on the moon, by ten years out!”

Amazingly, we’ve proven that we can
Pursue, and yes, catch the dreams of our mind
By our self, it’s: “One small step for a man,”
Together: “One giant leap for mankind!”

Here’s to the millions of people who shared
As they listened at home or in their cars
Though humans may be by gravity snared,
We look up and dream of flights to the stars.

Forty years later, where did it go wrong?
Space-junk… high over clouds of white cotton;
Footprints left by Commander Neil Armstrong;
The Moon’s great promise… all but forgotten.

There’s no indication or any sign
That men will walk in the lunar dust soon,
But, the summer of nineteen-sixty-nine
We saw men walk on the face of the moon.

Our fate is not to be safe, it would seem.
Our destiny is really so much more.
We take that small step, deciding to dream;
We make that giant leap… when we explore!
Many comments have been made about Armstrong being very quiet about this whole matter.
The truth, of all of the others, he is the only one who is ashamed of the hoax perpetraded on the world.
He know that the whole thing was filmed it a wharehouse in Los Angeles, China town.
He is the true heroe!
Well Done!!! Nice Work!!!
I was 18 in 1969. We summered on a private island in the 1000 Islands. I took my girl friend Helen on a dinner date to the Edgewood Resort in Alexandria Bay. We were distracted during dinner watching the moon landing. It was a magical night.
I was 15 at the time and my Aunt and Uncle had allowed me to go along with them on a 2 month trip to Alaska from our state of Wisconsin.A Dream adventure for a young man... Followiing the Alcan Highway in our truck camper we were in Whitehorse Yukon Territory when the Historic event occured. As I remember it was either a bar or restaurant with a TV on which we witnessed the Landing.Always wanted to make that trip again but never have...Hope to do it someday !!
Nice walk down Memory Lane Alan!  I remember fondly as a 17 year old sitting in my bedroom watching my old black and white tv set and enjoying listening to Walter Cronkite give us the play by play.  It was all so eciting because it had never been done before.  The landing was a real nailbiter as Neil had to steer the LEM to a safe spot and then after they touched down there was still the worry of liftoff and we at home didn't even know about the switch that was busted making it even more harrowing.  I enjoyed watching every moon shot and landing and was impressed at how each mission had more equipment and experiments that the astronauts performed.  Plus there was a light touch as one astronaut drove a golfball on the moon.

Remember Walter Cronkite!
Interesting article. The photo at the lead has been fairly heavily altered in digital post processing (aka it's been photoshopped). In an aged black and white photo, all of the colors should be from cream to black, as the people are. But the TV is grayscale, showing none of the yellowing that it should.
Alan,

How come no one is reporting that if a comet hit Jupiter and we didn't see it, then we have a bigger problem.  If something like that slipped by, then who knows, maybe one is coming our way now due to the gravitational effects from the one that hit Jupiter.
I watched the moon landing in a hotel lobby in Hawaii, along with about 250 other hotel guests.  It was breathtaking when everyone cheered together as Armstrong's boots made the first contact.  It was the summer I graduated from high school, and at that moment in time, I believed that truly anything was possible if we could indeed put a man on the moon.
Glad it came out "man" instead of "a man".

It includes all of mankind that way.
I was 14 years old, and very much a space enthusiast.  I was vacationing on Cape Cod, MA with my family in a summer cottage with a TV that had lousy reception, but we watched as best we could.  As I recall, even the local newspapers were somewhat of a let down for me because of the coverage of Ted Kennedy and Chappaquiddick vying with the historic news from the moon.
I was 11 and had been following the space program since my mother woke me up early one morning to watch John Glenn take off.  Apollo 8 around the moon floored me.  I know I was living at a special time in history.  Then I found that Apollo 11 was going to land while I was at scout camp.  I now can't belive my parents talked me into going, even though I strongly protested.  The day they dropped me off I was listening to a barely audible announcer amongst static (we were in the  mountains)on my transistor radio.  As I twisted the radio around trying for a better signal, I was lucky enough to just make out "the Eagle has landed".  Then my parents scolded me for not helping set up tents! It gave me the chills and I knew history had just been made on a grand scale, and no one around me fathomed it.  Later I found someone with a better radio and talked so excitedly that I gathered a small audience to listen to the first steps.  When Neil said his words, 5 or so of us yelled "We're on the Moon!"  It echoed down the little valley where we were camped and a few others joined in the yell.  Then the radio signal got worse and we grew tired of trying to hear.  I floated on air the rest of the week, knowing the depth of what I had just heard. I was alive when man first walked on the moon.  No other humans will ever experience that first step off Earth again.
I was living in Fairbanks, Alaska where we did not receive tv coverage live.  Some friends took the train down to Anchorage so they could watch the moon landing live.

We decided to take a drive to Circle City on the Yukon River.  At that time it was the furthest north you could drive - the pipeline had not been built yet.  

We wound through the mountains in a VW bug and lost radio signal just as the astronauts did when they were behind the moon.  We could drive for 30 to 45 minutes and not see any other cars or houses.

When we got to Circle City, the native Alaskans had a huge fish wheel set up.  It looks like two big baskets being moved by the current and salmon slid down an incline into barrels on the shore.  It was an amazing sight. The same country that had the technology to put men on the moon was also using ancient fishing methods.  I always said I would never forget where I was that day.  I wish I had pictures, don't know why we didn't take any.
No kidding, Ben.  While a nice article, the doctored photo at the top was the very first thing I noticed.  In addition to that lack of yellowing, a still photo of the TV's screen would catch its image in mid-scan, not full and solid as seen above.
Ben and Matt:  A slow exposure (slower than 1/30 sec.) will show a pretty solid image,  I've done it many times myself (back before video tape and VCR's).  My father, however, had trouble getting a good exposure of both the family and the TV screen.  So my mom put the one that showed the people in the album and the screen was virtually all white.  40 years later, I ran across the photo in the album and took a digital photo of it.  I added a copy of the TV broadcast that was on the screen that night, one that matched the other images my father had taken.  Finally, I had a complete photo that showed both us AND the reason we were posing with the television in the first place.

Since I started with a digital grayscale image anyway, there was no cream colors involved (and the original print had not faded much either).  It's all a matter of lighting, a lost art nowadays. There may be a slight difference in contrast between the TV screen and the rest of the photo, but that was common with black & white TV's.  

If you really want to see this picture manipulated, checkout my poster on my website (http://www.bobbickers.net). I used this photo as part of my art exhibition which included, in addition to oil paintings, many digitally altered NASA images that more fully depicted what the astronauts saw at Tranquility Base and I corrected and printed many of the Apollo 11 photos which had numerous technical flaws. Just wanted to keep the record straight.
July 20, 1959 was my tenth birthday. I was sitting in front of the TV with my older brother Bob. I had heard a rumor that they walk on the moon might be delayed and was hoping they would do be able to do it that day. What an amazing event! My Brother Bob was the real space maven. He collected autographed pictures of all the Apollo crews. He had even gotten someone at Grumman to give him a replica of the LM. My brother died suddenly this year on July 16th, four days short of the anniversary of the moon walk. All of these reflections people have shared remind me of a very special moment I was able to share with my big brother. I want to thank him for sharing his interests and dreams with me.


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