July 20th, 1969 is a day that shall forever be etched in my memory. It was a beautiful day, bright with sunshine and my brothers and I decided to go out to a piece of land we always called the ‘Forty.’ There was a great patch of black caps; the berries were huge and a lot of fun to pick. I was fourteen years old and didn’t have a drivers license, but Mom and Dad let me drive the old truck all over the farm as long as I didn’t go out on the road. It was eight years earlier that President John F. Kennedy had declared that we would put a man on the moon, uttering those famous words “We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.” And this was the day when we fulfilled that promise by landing on the moon. On that day I had never felt so excited as the reports came over the truck radio; my whole body was tingling all over. Never have I felt so proud of my country as on that day. We were young, not a care in the world and all day it was like walking six inches high off the ground, no worries about the next hand railing job, iron art or bills. It was a great time to be a farm kid in America.
Gary


