The Apollo 11 lunar landing was a global event. Please share your thoughts with us regarding this remarkable event.
My parents, who did not allow a TV in the house, rented a television so that we could all watch this historic space exploration achievement. My father worked for NASA at the Lewis Research Center (now John Glenn) and my mother was interested in science too.
I remember watching the landing with my childhood friend Eric in the basement of his parents house that afternoon and then later that evening at my parents house with Eric again surrounded by my family, but even at the age of 10 feeling a connection with the whole world.
To me, this journey meant the proof that humans could break the barrier that our planet meant, where all the species that lived here in the past remained. It's the fist step to interplanetary species that hopefully will become a reality.
I remember when I went to space camp in Huntsville the summer of 1988 right before the return to flight of the STS program after the Challenger explosion. I also got to go down to Cape Canaveral and see / walk across the gantry that Neil, Buzz and Michael walked as the last steps on Earth before man journeyed to another celestial body. Standing on that gantry I had a small moment of realization that I walked across this the same as they did ( minus the A7L suit) that we are all in this together and that the Apollo missions were for all of humanity not just a space race, but a dream of so many, for so long, it was finally achieved. I still think the best news broadcast I have ever seen is Walter Cronkite taking his glasses off and rubbing his hands together with excitement....... I wish we could have that feeling of unity in our world once again the Apollo Missions did that. Now lets get to MARS.
This was a fabulous event for the entire world. I vividly recall it as I was in my early teens in Alberta Canada. My parents encouraged my fascination and study of space exploration - even as a Canadian. It helped me to learn to strive and indirectly motivated me into another profession. It solidified my lifelong passion for all things air and space; it motivated my travel to witness both Apollo 16 and 17 be launched; it sparked interest in other Canadians who eventually flew into space alongside our American neighbors; it clearly showed space exploration is international in scope and but for the dedication of our American friends it could well have been otherwise; it inspired awe in all who witnessed it and it still creates chills as I view my library of space and Apollo materials, videos and memorabilia; it was simply one of the most memorable events of my life. It profoundly affected technology and how we view ourselves and our planet. It helped us glimpse how tiny we are in the realm of the cosmos but gave us the opportunity to recognize our small part in it after its creation. Quite simply it was a turning point for humans and I am proud and humbled to have witnessed it and to be associated with our American friends who thought it important enough to prioritize and pursue. I say thank you to all Americans who believed in this goal and to those who preserve its memory and legacy. May both its memory and legacy continue for the betterment of all mankind.
I remember my mother letting my sister and me stay up late to watch the moon walk. I love anything space related. I had a model of the Apollo 11 rocket, the lunar module, and the Star Trek Enterprise on my desk. I still have my scrapbook of newspaper clippings starting 1 week before blast off till the day the astronauts came out of quarantine on the Apollo 11 mission. I got to meet Buzz Aldrin at the Star Trek 30th anniversary convention in Huntsville, Al. It was one of the greatest thrills of my life!
It was like a dream - I was so young (2.5 years old), but something I saw stayed with me. As I clasped my hands over the push chair, I could see these ghostly figures dancing across the landscape whilst leaving a wispy trail behind them. Even then I could sense history - if nothing else the tension in our living room told me that.
Flash forward five years, and some anniversary programme on TV pulls me back in time - it wasn't a dream after all ...
My class and others at our school watched the first step. We had been learning about the moon landing for some time, but now the day had arrived. I listened to the news of the preparations with my father before school - by various twists of fate, he had taken one of the steps forward decades before. I was riveted to the small black-and-white TV screen in the assembly hall at lunch-time. It was raining cats-and-dogs outside. Some students were fidgeting. I was 7 years old. The events that day and those on related days by people that I may never know set me on my path.
My family was gathered around our new black and white TV, anxiously awaiting the broadcast of Apollo 11 Moon Landing. I'll never forget that "ah-ah-ah-moment." I was only six years old, but I can still picture our family and the anticipation. And, I remember my dad saying, "Just look outside. There's no traffic anywhere. Everybody is watching TV."
The Moon walk by Neil Armstrong was all over the news. I was working as a cashier at the local coffee shop and when things were slow, I spent time reading "kiddie lit" in anticipation of my upcoming college course on Childrens' Literature. Trying to focus on "Charlotte's Web" and other classics was very difficult as everyone in the restaurant was glued to the TV. I remember one "very old" woman (probably my age at the current moment) coming up to me at my register, and she grabbed my hand saying, "Honey, you are young and you probably don't realize how big this moment is. I'm old and I've seen so many changes, but you....you are going to see more changes in your lifetime than you can ever imagine. Don't ever forget this moment and embrace all the changes that you will see." She was soooo right.
I was seven years old, and waiting at the bus stop to go to school, in Toowoomba, Australia. My mother came up to the bus stop to get me, and told me I didn't have to go to school because a man was going to walk on the moon. Little Judy Wakefield, who was waiting with me, started to cry and mum told her she had the day off too, so she could go home. Now this was well before the internet, so how my mother knew the schools had given everyone the day off, I don't know. Especially since other kids growing up in the same town still had to go to school, as I found out much later in life. Mum was always a pretty independent thinker, so there's a better than good possibility that Judy and I got an unofficial day off school because mum thought it was more important that we witness a man make history live on TV. (Being in Australia, this was early in the afternoon our time.) My memories of sitting in the living room in our house in Perth Street with mum, and watching on TV as the first man ever walked on the moon are precious to me in so many ways - my mother passed away a few years ago, and our family home was sold and then demolished. But they are both so vivid in my mind, it's as if they're still there.
I remember when Apollo 11 lifted off launch pad 39A on Wednesday 16 July 1969 at 9:32 am EDT.
Being only 18 at the time and living in the 60's it was quite impressive indeed. That Sunday I watched with my family, as president Kennedys goal was realized. I filmed the moon walk with a Kodak movie camera, I still have the movies. My decision to become an engineer started with Apollo 8 and was reinforced with Apollo 11 and as JFK said "nothing will be more impressive to mankind or more expensive to accomplish".