Space Flight Flu
July 21, 1969: first man on the moon. Another date a lot of people remember. Lemme see. I was fifteen and I watched it with a bunch of other people on the TV in the Piedmont cabin. I’m thinking it was a black and white TV. I was sick with some sort of sore throat/fever virus that I wasn’t telling anybody about because I didn’t want to have to go home and go to bed when I’d rather be swimming or whatever. In Lake Superior. With a sore throat and fever. Sheesh!
February 20, 1962: Come to think of it, I was also sick the day that John Glenn flew the first manned orbital mission. I was in 2nd grade and Mrs. Bishop had a TV in the classroom and I threw up all over my desk. I think I had also vomited before school that morning but The Commander decided I was good to go. Not.
Now I am wondering whether I remember all of these memorable events because they are memorable events or because I always seemed to be sick when stuff like this happened.
September 13th, 2006 at 12:44 pm
You were at the Piemont cabin? well I was at your cabin – the one with a tv! I clearly remember sitting on the bed (where the stairs are now)- an orange bedspread as I recall. And after the landing it took forever for Neil Armstrong to get out and take that first step. I kept falling asleep. I was a 7 year-old and I’m sure I had played very hard all day on the beach. Yes, another tough day at the beach. We were/are so lucky to have the beach.
September 13th, 2006 at 1:00 pm
Yeah, I’m sure I was at the Piedmont cabin. With all the other teenagers, you know? 🙂 For several years in my early teendom, all of the teenagers used to hang out at the Piedmont cabin nearly every night, Ag being very tolerant to having a bunch of kids hanging around. Actually, it started when I was pretty much a less than self-confident 12-year-old tag-along. We watched TV and made cookies or popcorn or whatever. About 10 PM or so, when it would finally get dark, we would walk down the beach to Doelle’s and sit on the porch of the old lighthouse. I have always had an over-active imagination and sitting down there at that old “haunted” house used to scare the beejezus out of me 🙂
September 13th, 2006 at 7:39 pm
It’s a good thing that you are not an astronaut! You would be sikk all of the time!
Love, Kathy
September 13th, 2006 at 8:13 pm
Sorry. I guess I,m one of those people who can,t spell “sick”.
September 13th, 2006 at 9:12 pm
grok grok gork! That’s a typo, not a spellin’ error. grok grok. Th’ ol’ bag could care less! grok grok. Whar th’ heck is that nice doggy? Tori, I mean. grok grok. She makes a great comforter if yer tryin’ t’ take a nap! grok grok drdotk. er whatever. grok grok.
September 14th, 2006 at 8:21 am
I remember watching it at the Piedmonts. I also remember having a hard time staying awake – both the first night and the second night when they replayed it. Which is odd, b/c we routinely watched the Late movie and sometimes even the late, late movie at Ag’s. I remember sneaking into the cabin at 2:00 am, trying to miss all the chair legs, especially the rocker legs, w/o waking anyone up. (Nightlights, we don’t need no stinking nightlights!) Sometimes, when I crawled into the roll-away double I shared w/ Jane, she’d be sprawled all over the bed. Fortunately, since she was a lot smaller than me then, I could just kind of fling the offending leg or arm (or both) back to her side. Now she’s taller than me, so I don’t do any flinging, asleep or awake. I do call at 8:30 on Saturday mornings though!
September 14th, 2006 at 12:08 pm
Yeah, that nightlight business. We actually *have* one at the foot of the “stairs” (uh *ladder* is a bit more accurate) in our cabin but it doesn’t really provide sufficient light to find the bathroom. I don’t have much problem myself. I know where the furniture is, more or less, although any dogs in the way might get stepped on. I always kind of worry about guests though.
September 14th, 2006 at 3:25 pm
As a “teen” but not old enough for Peidmont teens – I was at the Finlayson cabin to watch. And if Pooh was bunking with Jane it must have meant that I had the luxury of my own cot. I can’t imagine why though.
Jay
September 15th, 2006 at 6:04 pm
You KNOW why, Miss Kick-Til-You-Get-Your-Own-Bed!!