August 25 2012 – RIP Mr Armstrong
July 29th 1969 – I had been married for just 42 days, so full of optimism, energy and in awe of the men who were going to walk on the moon. The 60’s they would soon be over, a decade that I would not want to live through again, but one that continues to inspire generations. A somewhat over glamorised era, but nonetheless one that spawned so many “greats” in so many areas, musicians, poets, authors, artists……….. and Neil Armstrong who will live on , forever being known as the fist man to walk on the Moon, what an accolade !
All those years ago, there was I, lying on my purple sofa cuddled up with a blanket, atop white shag pile carpet, black and white Bridget Riley curtains, and a hand painted “silver” potable TV !! Waiting with baited breath fo the moment when Apollo’s lunar module would finally touch down. It was so exciting to look out at the dark night sky and see the moon shining down, knowing there were men who were going to land there, in a way totally unbelievable, who would of thought it possible…………. then at last it was broadcast after what seemed forever, very fuzzy black and white footage of Neil Armstrong finally climbing down the modules steps and placing his feet on the moons surface.
There was I, sitting alone, new husband fast asleep upstairs, thinking how could he sleep on such a momentous occasion? Guess I should have seen the differences in our temperaments then, but I was in love, full of optimism for our future together, it lasted just over 25 years, some happy, some not so, but hey ho, life goes on…………..
One thing that never left me from the Apollo launches and that was the view of earth from space. I always hoped that one day I would see that for myself, I live in hope !!