My paternal grandmother was born in 1890. In the Summer of 1969 she was living with us, and sat up with us to watch Neil Armstrong step onto the Moon. I asked her if she remember the Wright Brothers flight, and she said that she remembered reading about it in the newspapers, but did not think that it would ever affect her. I remembered going out to the airport in Detroit a few years earlier with my Dad to pick her up from a trip she took out to Vegas with a couple of her lady friends, but I said nothing.
Holy molly. That was huge. Was like 50 Super Bowl all in one. He was either crazy or had balls as big as a wrecking ball. I was so scared for him. We all jumped around when he splash landed. We were a hugging and dancing. We were so alive that day. Thank you for taking me there again
And this is why I love you Cheech you tell it like it is or was.....not to mention you make me laugh!
I hope they do. Cuz the dreams were telling me the moons next. We’re having a family party in like 2 weeks. Bakers dozen of grandbabbies I will gather a few and tell them this John Glenn and what he did for us. Got to tell them how these TRAINING WHEELS missions happen and where they can understand where we are now. Good post