1969 was the year I learned to fly. The world spun faster on its axis. Everything changed.
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon in July 1969. I watched it unfold. I was a new mommy with a 2 months old baby boy. Home with the baby and not working or in school, I had time to see it happen.
I saw Neil Armstrong walk on the moon. Imagine, a real live man on the moon!
We viewed it on CBS. It was obvious Walter Cronkite wanted to be up there too. Up there, with Neil and the rest of Apollo 11. He could barely control his excitement, almost in tears, his voice breaking with emotion.
The great Arthur C. Clarke was his guest for that historic broadcast. Neil Armstrong died last year. He had a good life. Unlike so many others who fell from grace, he remained an honorable man: a real American hero.
How I envied him his trip to the moon. I always tell my husband that no man will ever take me away from him, but if the Mother Ship comes and offers me a trip to the stars, sorry bub, I’m outta here. I’m getting a bit long in the tooth, but if they could do it on Cocoon, maybe there’s time for me, too. Maybe Garry can come with me.
Woodstock was just a month away and there were rumors flying about this amazing rock concert that was going to happen upstate. I had friends who had tickets and were going. I was busy with the baby and wished them well.
There were hippies giving out flowers in the Haight-Ashbury area of San Francisco. But I didn’t envy them because I was happy that year, probably happier than I’d ever been and in some ways, happier than at anytime since.
I was young, still healthy. I believed we would change the world, end war, make the world a better place. I still thought the world could be changed. All we had to do was love one another and join together to make it happen. Vietnam was in high gear, but we believed it was going to end any day … and though we soon found out how terribly wrong we were, for a little bit of time, we saw the future brightly and full of hope.
I had a baby boy and I sang “Everything’s Fine Right Now” which I first hear sung by the Holy Modal Rounders at a local folk music club. They had been the stonedest group of people I’d ever met, but the song was a great lullaby and made my baby boy laugh.
It was the year of the Miracle Mets. I watched as they took New York all the way to the top. A World Series win. 1969. What a year. I rocked my son to sleep and discovered Oktoberfest beer. New York went crazy for the Mets. It should have been the Dodgers, but they’d abandoned us for the west coast.
I wore patchwork bell-bottom jeans and rose-tinted spectacles. I had long fringes on my sleeves and a baby on my hip.
Music was wonderful. How young we were! How sure we could do anything, everything.
We were going to end war … end THE war … right every wrong. As we found the peak, we would almost immediately drop back into a darker valley. But for a year, a happy year, the stars aligned and everything was good.
Decades passed; youth was a long time ago. The drugs we take control our blood pressure, not our state of consciousness. They aren’t any fun at all.
I worry about Social Security and Medicare and I know I’m not going to fix what’s wrong with the world. I’ve lived a lifetime. My granddaughter is barely younger than I was then.
I’ve remarried, lived in another country, owned houses, moved from the city to the country, and partied with a President … but 1969 remains my year.
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I remember watching the moon landing too
That was such a big deal for our whole generation. I assumed that after that, we’d be off to the stars, but the space program just dribbled away without congressional support. I hope they revive it. Soon.
Your post has made we want to think about what my year was. Yours certainly has quite the iconic events.
It was an incredibly eventful year and of course, it was the year my son was born too … so it really stands out.
It was that combination of big events and giving birth. I didn’t even mention I got my degree that year, too. It was a big one.
Great post. There are several “stand out” years in our history and 1969 is one of them.
It was a good’un 🙂
I was in the Navy in 1969 but I too protested the war. That brought me many long arguments with my superiors but I didn’t give a damn. I too was young and would take anybody on.
Great post Marilyn. I not only hear you, I feel you.
it was such an optimistic time. I miss the part of me that believed we could fix the world. Thanks Mike.
I thoroughly enjoyed this post. Well written (:
Thanks. it is a very fondly remembered time 🙂 Everyone should have at least one epic year.