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Moon landing musings
Jul. 20th, 2009 10:10 pmIt's been interesting skimming through some of the moon landing reminiscences on the Tor blog, largely because they're so completely separate from my second-hand conceptions of the landings.
By the time my generation was born, the Apollo missions were the stuff of history. Their near miraculous achievements were robbed of their drama and rendered mundane by the passage of time. And by the time we really became aware of what had happened, it was just another so-what fact, just another inevitable bit of history that could not have been other than it was.
But, talking to my parents, they remember precisely where they were when they saw Armstrong set foot on the moon: they were housesitting for MacIntyre who was, apparently, in Ireland. My mother, rather disapprovingly, seems to recall that there was a TV in the bedroom — a short sign, even today, of hopeless decadence.
By the time my generation was born, the Apollo missions were the stuff of history. Their near miraculous achievements were robbed of their drama and rendered mundane by the passage of time. And by the time we really became aware of what had happened, it was just another so-what fact, just another inevitable bit of history that could not have been other than it was.
But, talking to my parents, they remember precisely where they were when they saw Armstrong set foot on the moon: they were housesitting for MacIntyre who was, apparently, in Ireland. My mother, rather disapprovingly, seems to recall that there was a TV in the bedroom — a short sign, even today, of hopeless decadence.
