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The Apollo 11 lunar landing was a global event. Please share your thoughts with us regarding this remarkable event.
I stayed up at age 13 to watch the landing, and astronaut Armstrong said "The Eagle has landed, That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind." My parents could not understand why I was so fascinated with this milestone. I remembered President Kennedy talking about putting a man on the moon, and here it was actually happening! It was amazing.
I was 9 years old, playing with my Barbie dolls. In the room gathered around the tv were my siblings, parents, aunt and grandparents. Both my Grandpa and Grandma were born in 1890 and 1896 respectively, well before the Wright brothers historic flight on Kitty Hawk. And now they were witnessing man walking on the moon. How I wish I could go back in time and ask them what they thought about that historic day! They lived in that wonderful exciting era that spanned horse and buggy days to space rockets!
I was the lead Bermuda tracking station (BDA) Computer engineer, a Bendix contractor to NASA, when we landed the first man on the moon. My family was with me at the time, wife Barbara, daughter Elizabeth and son Sean. It was the height of my career working for God and country in which I was given the Silver Snoopy award for my support. I had served two volunteer years in Vietnam and was extremely proud of my Naval service but this surpassed even that. My top Bendix supervisor in BDA was the best leader an engineer could have. The whole BDA NASA/Bendix team was the best! I went on to serve with various contractors to NASA on the Hubble Space Telescope and also the James Webb Space Telescope but nothing surpassed my work effort with the Apollo 11 endeavor team. I was forced into retirement at the age of 79 by cancer. Our great President Kennedy set a great goal for our country to put a man on the moon and I am humbled to have been part of that superior achievement. God Bless America...
I was 16 years old when Apollo 11 happened. My father had passed away in 1967 and I spent a lot of time in my room reading and building plastic models of all the spacecraft of the time. I used to record CBS space coverage on a little reel to reel tape player since the days of Gemini, and had a tremendous supply of tapes to use for "The Epic Voyage of Apollo 11." The morning of July 16 I had the tape recorder going as the count reached its final seconds ... just at ignition, my mother walked by and passed gas. “Liftoff!!“ she shouted. I was mortified and mad that she had ruined my historic tape. Of course, every time I listened to it I had to smile at my mom’s sense of both humor and timing. I will always treasure that little bit of tape long after Neil, Buzz, and Mike returned to Earth, and my mom departed this Earth.
I was a CalTech student with a summer job at JPL in 1969. There was a building, the Space Flight Operations Facility (SFOF) which did pretty much what its name says. A great deal of information during the Apollo 11 mission was displayed in real time in the SFOF. It was the very best place to watch the mission unfold.
Unfortunately, it wasn't accessible by lowly summer interns. My boss, Mr. Durr, knew how badly I wanted to see the lunar exploration segment of the mission. He lent me his SFOF access badge, and I did my best to look 20 years older. I was able to hang out in the SFOF for the landing, the two days of exploration, and takeoff for the trip home.
It was a lifetime experience and an example of generosity that shaped my life thereafter. Thanks, Larry!
On that day, Apollo 11 landed on the moon! It was especially exciting since my good friend Peter Cairo and I were on a very large passenger ferryboat heading from Patras, Greece to Brindisi, Italy ( a 17 hour journey). The ferry was in the middle of the Ionia Sea with magnificent stars and the moon overhead. On board there was grainy black and white TV coverage along with an audio feeds ( I believe it was Walter Cronkite). When the lunar craft touched down on the moon around 11 PM the boat erupted in euphoric cheers and applause. The captain was sounding the air horns. Americans onboard were treated like heroes. People were buying you drinks as if you were NASA astronaut. The following morning prior arriving in Brindisi, we watched the moon walk. It was a great night and day to be an American and be in such a unique place for witnessing history.
Like most of us in America, our family was huddled around the television, watching the Apollo 11 moon landing. Shortly before the scheduled landing, the television announcer stated that there was a pressure problem. Just then the phone rang. I answered the phone, wondering who would be calling in the middle of the moon landing. It was NASA calling, urgently asking to talk to my dad. You see, my father is Harvey Wright, part of the team that designed the pressure valves in the descent engine of the Apollo 11 Lunar Excursion Module. I passed the phone to my dad. We were all mesmerized, listening as he intensively responded to NASA with a series of technical terms and instructions. We quickly began watching again after the call. A few minutes later the announcer stated that the pressure problem had been resolved and the LEM was continuing its descent. This 16 year-old girl never forgot the day her dad became a hero. July 20, 1969.
Jennifer C. Hoke
My mother went into labor with me sometime on July 20, 1969. My father took her to Evanston Hospital in Illinois for the delivery. My mother had a difficult time getting attention from her nurses, because they were all absorbed watching the broadcast of the moon landing. My father was watching the broadcast with them, as men were not permitted in delivery rooms as they are now. I arrived in the world shortly after midnight on July 21, which the papers were calling, "Moon Monday". My mother promptly named me Luna and called me Luna for the three days she was confined in the hospital. However, my dad didn't care for the name, and asked a nurse what a popular girls name might be. That's how I became "Jennifer" - but my mother would sometimes call me Luna anyway.
Forrest K Dubruyne Jr.
It's easy to remember the July 20, 1969 date for me. It was my fathers 50th birthday, and he was very proud of that. On his 25th birthday in 1944 the German generals made their last assassination attempt on Adolph Hitler. I was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. I had been at the beach on Dauphin Island Alabama when the LEM had landed. A guy sitting in his car suddenly started hollering "we're on the moon". That night my family sat around the black and white set to watch the steps on the surface. Naturally we listened to Walter Cronkite. My six year old sister was sleepy and not pleased that my parents made her stay up. We did exactly what the entire world was doing.
SHERYL M (REINKE) CARTER
The Apollo 11 moon landing is one day in my life I'll never forget. It was my 18th birthday. Surrounded by extended family who came to help celebrate my birthday, we were all glued to the TV as this historic event unfolded. Home made ice cream and cake waited while we tried to fathom the magnitude of what was happening.
In the UK the landing was on the Sunday evening. I was 7 so perhaps I had already gone to bed; certainly I don't remember seeing it live. The following day at school I do remember being taken into the school hall with every other child and we all sat cross legged on the floor to watch a repeat of the landing and Neil Armstrong stepping onto the lunar surface. People say "it blew my mind" far too often to describe the most mundane things these days. But honestly, that event did, it made me and quite a few others cry. Still brings a tear to my eye.
As an 8-year old in Leeds, Yorkshire, UK my mother woke me at an ungodly hour to watch Mr Armstrong and Dr Aldrin walk on the moon. It must have been around 2am or so. I think I was excited, but maybe that's because I was watching TV in the middle of the night - Our TV programmes usually ended at around midnight with the National Anthem and a strict instruction to make sure the TV was properly turned off...Around 40 years later I visited the Cape, seeing the Saturn 5 was the nearest I ever got to a religious experience.