From Letters to my Mother. It was July 20, 1969. We knew of the moon - of course - but a spaceship? On the moon? A spaceship from America. On a moon, on a television.
May 9, 2023Liked by Cecilia At The Kitchens Garden
You are so descriptive when you write- something I love because it's so easy to see your world as it was in the words you put down. July 1969- summer break and 2 months before I turned 10 years old. We had a cabin on a lake that typically turned into our summer home so I imagine being there. I have no memory at all of sitting on our big second or fourth hand purple velvet couch that furnished the main area of the cabin so I wonder if I watched the whole thing then, or later on a replay. My days at the lake were typically about forest exploration or in the water or rowing myself around the mucky green coves out back. I suspect though, given the significance of the event that our TV was on and the family, including my aunt and uncle and maybe my cousins 2 properties down were all gathered to watch.
I love the detail. I have no memory of the first moon landing... I would have been aged 3 and a half-ish. But your story brought back lovely memories of a year or so later walking to school with the other kids from my street. Such an accomplishment of independence.
So few kids walk to school here now - especially not in California. They are afraid of being snatched! We were afraid of nothing when we were kids - so innocent.
You are so descriptive when you write- something I love because it's so easy to see your world as it was in the words you put down. July 1969- summer break and 2 months before I turned 10 years old. We had a cabin on a lake that typically turned into our summer home so I imagine being there. I have no memory at all of sitting on our big second or fourth hand purple velvet couch that furnished the main area of the cabin so I wonder if I watched the whole thing then, or later on a replay. My days at the lake were typically about forest exploration or in the water or rowing myself around the mucky green coves out back. I suspect though, given the significance of the event that our TV was on and the family, including my aunt and uncle and maybe my cousins 2 properties down were all gathered to watch.
A purple velvet couch! Wow!! Your summer house sounds divine. Thank you so much for your comment Deb!
Looking forward to connecting with you down here in the comments! I would love to hear where you were during that week in July, 1969!
I love the detail. I have no memory of the first moon landing... I would have been aged 3 and a half-ish. But your story brought back lovely memories of a year or so later walking to school with the other kids from my street. Such an accomplishment of independence.
So few kids walk to school here now - especially not in California. They are afraid of being snatched! We were afraid of nothing when we were kids - so innocent.