Visiting Friends in 60's Style

I have spoken before about going to visit family and friends when I was growing up.  My mom had friends from school that we visited, and my dad had friends that we visited.  By the time my sister and I came along, all my parents' friends were just considered FAMILY friends, and had been for quite awhile.  The funny thing was that nearly ALL of my parents' friends had boys, and no girls! Luckily, my sister and I were tomboys!

We would have these boring Saturdays where none of us in the family could think of anything to do.  We had done all the playing we could stand, and our homework was done.  Then Mom and Dad would tell us to get cleaned up and change our clothes--we're going to visit someone!  And a lot of the time we wouldn't know who we were going to visit!  Instead of being nervous, we were excited and anticipating our visit.  Looking back, I think that Mom and Dad didn't know who we were going to visit for sure either.  We never called first, and that's just the way everyone did it.  People would come to visit us unannounced too, and they were always welcomed.  So we might start out going to visit one family, but if they weren't home we'd try another.

Friends of my grandma's and by extension, our friends too

Today we have Facebook, texting, tweeting, Skype, and e-mail.  We have lots of ways of "getting together".  But the only communication device we had in the 60's and before, was the telephone.  And that was something you used when you WEREN'T going to visit and wanted to talk to them anyway.  The best device was the car, or if the friends lived close by, the feet.

When we went to our extended family's homes or to family friends' homes, it was an event.  Some of them lived a fair distance away, and we'd stay overnight.  One family had a split-level home, and I can remember sleeping for the night in the basement of their home, laying on two armchairs pulled together front-to-front.  Another family lived near us, but the evening got so late I would fall asleep on their couch with someone's coat over me for a blanket, with the joyful sound of laughter and talking in the next room.  I have such wonderful memories of visiting, and exploring the neighborhoods of our friends.  One of my dad's high school classmates had gotten married and they had two boys about the ages of my sister and me.  They were our favorites to go visit, because they often had train sets or race cars that we all played with.  While our parents played Aggravation or cards we played hide-and-seek with the boys, or we hid objects and tried to find them using the "am I warm or cold" method.  We always had a lot of fun whether they came to our house or we went to theirs.

 

My favorite aunt and uncle's house--we visited there regularly

My wonderful Uncle Ted on his back porch in the long ago days

Do people visit like that anymore?  My observation is that we are always too busy now.  We're working, or taking care of our house and home.  We're enjoying our hobbies.  We're going to our children's school plays or sports games.  Who has time to visit friends and just enjoy each other's company for an hour or two?

When I started this blog, I had been thinking about our visits while I was growing up, and how much we all enjoyed them.  They made our lives so much richer.  As connected as we can be now, I believe that we were MORE connected back then.  It is much better to communicate and be in fellowship with each other in person, face-to-face, than it is on the computer or even by phone.  There is something to be said for seeing a person's expressions as they're talking to you, to help you know exactly what they're saying.  Being together in person binds you to each other in a way that nothing else can.

My nephew visiting with a dear old family friend

The most interesting thing about visiting each other was the good-bye.  It was never a see-yourself-out kind of thing.  It wasn't even a wave at the door.  No--good-bye was like the grand finale of the visit!  If you were the host, you walked out to their car with them.  If you were the guests, they walked out to your car with you.  From that point on, it was always the same.  Everyone would get in the car, roll their windows down, and talk to the other family for some time more.  The moms would talk, the dads would talk, and the kids would talk and scuffle around.  During this half hour or so there would be good-byes, and an, "oh, I almost forgot to tell you..."  Finally, much later than originally planned, the guests would back out of the driveway and head home to bed.  Why do I always think of frogs croaking, crickets chirping, clear, starry nights, and warm evening breezes when I think back to this?  Surely we visited people in other seasons than summer, but then, we kids were out of school, and the living was easy.

I talk of farewells now because I have decided to discontinue my Tuesday/Thursday postings.  I have begun to run out of subjects--after all, I was only a child in the 60's.  I could talk about lots of things that were iconic to the 1960's, but I don't have personal knowledge of them, and they would be strictly researched, but wouldn't come from the heart and soul.  I really enjoyed growing up in such an era.  I tell my kids about the freedom we had to run around the neighborhood, and it is something that they have never been able to experience because the world is meaner now.  That is mostly why I wanted to share some of life in the 1960's with you.  If you were there, I hope you have been able to reminisce with me a little.  If you weren't there, I hope you might be able to better understand those of us who were--the freedom and innocence we lived with and the modern conveniences we lived without!  I hope you can have a sense of history of where this country has been in the not-too-distant past.  If I come up with any ideas from time-to-time I will happily come back and jot them down.  I may not come jauntily into your driveway on a regular basis anymore, but you never know when I'll come for a visit.  And I won't call first--it'll be a surprise!

People of the 1960's from a Kid's Point of View

The 1960's in America were arguably our most turbulent time.  We were in transition, like a tween going into young adulthood.  We were trying to find our identity, trying for that independence that a teen strives for.  But like a teen, we weren't quite grown up yet.

The 1950's were calm and tranquil compared to the 60's.  In the 60's young adults were definitely being seen AND heard all over America, with demonstrations against anything authoritarian.  Vietnam War anti-protesters were front and center well into the 1970's.  Drugs were being used by many, and the new sub-culture of the day was the hippie.  We went from respecting ourselves and each other to being angry at everything, seemingly overnight.

For me, as a child of the 1960's, most of the angst of the day was a faraway world.  I saw it on the news, of course, but my surroundings were that of my family and friends.  My schoolmates seemed like they had lives just like mine.  We had two parents--a mom and a dad--and probably siblings.  We had our stuff--toys, bikes, a home.  We got three good meals a day, and snacks besides.  We had clean clothes to wear.  Until the early 1970's nobody I knew had gotten a divorce.  Sheltered, eh?  But back in that day, it was different than it is now. 

Teacher kept order and had our best interests always at heart

Then, the village was a better, more well-adjusted place.  People really did look out for children.  We had a great school bus driver who made sure we were safe and that none of the kids on his bus got out of control.  Our teachers obviously had our best interests at heart.  Our friends' parents knew us, at least their moms did.  They fed us lunches and kept an eye on us as we played in each other's yards.  They reminded us when it was time to go home to dinner if we asked them to.  And our parents' every desire was to make the family work well.  Dad worked, even if he wasn't happy with his job or his pay (my dad was frequently unhappy with his pay).  Mom often stayed home and took care of the household and the younger kids who weren't in school yet.  Even when she had a job, sometimes her pay helped to make day-to-day life easier or more plentiful.  My mom was a nurse, and for a time in the 60's we would go out to dinner somewhere every other Saturday night.  We'd try lots of different places, all sit-down, nicer restaurants.  That would not have been possible without Mom's job.

Family enjoying dinner together

I think that something that the first half of the 60's had over today is that we had a sense of right and wrong.  I only saw life, and observed society, from a child's viewpoint, and if you were an adult at that time you undoubtedly saw it all from a different perspective.  Throughout time, people have done what people do, and sometimes they don't do the best things.  But as time has gone on, there is less shame in doing things that have a negative impact on society.  For example, porn used to be a magazine hidden under a mattress--now it is splashed all over the Internet and billboards in every city.  It is on our televisions and in movies.  Instead of being embarrassed by it, it is acceptable to a large portion of society--despite the fact that it is exploitative, ugly, and extremely harmful. 

I'm not saying that I was oblivious to the upheaval of society in the 60's.  I was very aware of it.  The high school kids that rode my school bus were normal teens.  The girls teased their hair and wore pink lipstick and lots of mascara and chewed their gum constantly.  The boys had long bangs and sideburns and tried to look tough.  That wasn't just on television and movies--it was real.  One young man who rode our bus sometimes, and was very quiet, stopped riding the bus.  I found out later that he had committed suicide.  Life was in our faces, whether we liked it or not.  But in my small circle of life, there was good and evil, and evil was a thing that was locked outside at night, in the darkness, away from the family.

This might seem weird, but my husband and kids and I are trying to buck the lifestyle of the 21st century and model our family life more like the mid-20th century.  We eat dinner together every night.  I stay home and take care of the household, and even school the kids.  Every morning as my husband goes out the front door to drive to work, I kiss him good-bye.  We go to church every Sunday morning, and it is the highlight of our week.  We have consciously chosen to NOT stay busy, busy, busy all the time, but to take time to dream, plan, and just enjoy life instead.  For some, this might all seem horribly old-fashioned and dull.  And I guess for some, it would be.  But we are very happy with it!  Please know that I'm aware that most people couldn't possibly get by with only one income in the family, and I'm not in ANY way putting working moms down!  Just, if the choice is there, it's not such a bad one!

Dinner time grace

How about you?  Are you living the "normal" life of a resident of the 21st century?  Are you loving it, or would you like to take a step back in time?  Some people thrive on being busy all the time--do you?  Do you get embarrassed by the things some people do in our anything-goes society, or do you partake in whatever "feels good at the time?"  There are ways to change your life if you feel like something is missing.  I hope for you joy and peace in living YOUR lifestyle.    

The Future of the 1960's

One of my favorite cartoons when I was growing up in the 60's was "The Jetsons".  I think everyone I knew bought into the idea that the future--the way distant 2000's and beyond--would be full of flying cars and moving sidewalks, all because we believed "The Jetsons".  I was hopeful that my adulthood would be an adventure of flying without the need for gasoline, and buildings would be up in the sky and ultra-modern.  Everyone would have a nuclear family, with a husband/father like George, and the wife/mom would stay home like Jane, while the daughter Judy and little Elroy would go to school.  Jane would have the help of Astro the Dog and Rosie the Robot, and errands would go smoothly and easily all day long at the touch of a button, while George would go off to work for Mr. Spacely in his flying car.

For awhile there, buildings were starting to look more sleek.  The lines were clean and crisp, there was a lot of glass.  We have a neighborhood where I live that I drive by often.  When I was a child, it was just being developed.  Now, keep in mind that my family lived outside of town, in a rural area.  Our house was a simple little box, with windows and doors that functioned to bring in light and to allow us entry.  But this neighborhood, IT had pizzazz!  The houses were so up-to-date and modern!  They looked a little bit on the spacy side, kind of modeled after spaceship ideas.  This was shortly after the Seattle World's Fair in 1962, where the Space Needle was the crowning jewel.  This was our future, and it was exciting and fresh.

Jetsons' mansion--way cooler than most neighborhoods

Space Needle inspiration

Today that neighborhood is more rundown than most of the city.  It has been known to have more gang activity than the average, and most of the houses just look tired and shabby.  It doesn't inspire anyone with much of anything.  What was the future, has become the past.

"The Jetsons" got quite a few things wrong, though I'm sure no one was trying to predict the future at all.  It was all for laughs, the opposite of "The Flintstones".  Our "future" in all actuality is not how "The Jetsons" predicted it would be.  For instance, there aren't that many wives/moms who stay home while the husband/father goes to work.  Homes sit empty all day while the whole family is gone to their various places of work or school.  Even Astro may be at a doggy daycare.  Most of us don't have Rosie's help, but we may have a Roomba to vacuum our floors while we're gone.  We are stuck in rush hour traffic, with our tires planted firmly on the ground, or walking on the same concrete sidewalks that have been in our cities for eons.  Certainly nothing much has changed since I was young!

But wait!  As I researched for this post, I started to realize that "The Jetsons" foretold more than I could have imagined.  They had big screen TV's, watches with moving images on them, and video phones.  Their flying cars seemed to operate on fuel other than gas, and it would seem possible that one could actually plug his flying car in at night and charge it up for the next day.  They still had cash, which is kind of funny when you think of it, because we don't often carry cash around with us in the Real Future.

LeisurelyJane watching robotic sports on her big screen TV

Is this really so different from what we have available today for our portable viewing pleasure?

One of the better uses of video phones, I'd say



We also have satellite entertainment, cars that can tell you if you're going to collide with something (or at least turn our headlights off for us after we leave the car), and home cooling and heating systems that keep us comfortable twenty-four hours a day without even thinking about it.

When I think back on "The Jetsons" and lament that we don't really have all those ultra-modern conveniences, maybe I should think about the conveniences we DO have--the ones that "The Jetsons" predicted, and the ones that they didn't.  It was a joke back in the 60's, but the future is here!

1964 Alaska Earthquake Part II--Communities Today

In the fifty years that have ensued since the Good Friday quake, it is hard to tell that it ever happened in most places.  Most infrastructure and buildings have been rebuilt, often in better ways than they were before 1964.  This earthquake, along with others in various parts of the world, made it possible for engineers to see the effects on buildings, and emergency management agencies have set up ways for people to escape natural calamities.

Today, tall buildings in earthquake-prone areas are built with giant springs under their foundations so they will rock when the earth shakes, but will stay intact.  Walls are built with more structural reinforcements.  Coastal communities in the western United States, where tsunamis are more likely than in other areas, have tsunami evacuation routes, with clearly marked signs posted along the routes.  Some beach towns have sirens situated on their beaches, to alert everyone in the town if a tsunami is impending.  These are all good things that came from the bad of previous earthquakes and tsunamis.

In the early 1980's I used to work on Fourth Avenue in Anchorage for a time, and I routinely parked my car in the area near there that dropped down several feet during the 1964 quake.  Even then, less than twenty years after the earthquake occurred, there was nothing there that told of a previous catastrophic event, except the hill that I had to walk up every morning!  There were buildings on the land, the roads were the roads of any city.  Anchorage is a city that was able to completely come back.  Today, the area of Turnagain Heights that fell is called "Earthquake Park".  When I lived there, Earthquake Park was an other-worldly place of clay mounds, a few trees here and there, with dirt trails running through it all.  Now it is fully-developed, with a walking trail and large trees for the enjoyment of the residents.  One thing that I had my doubts about is that people built huge new homes on the newly formed bluff above Earthquake Park.  Great view, but how safe are they if another earthquake like the 1964 earthquake happens again?  They may be built with the newest in technology and safety, but that won't stop the bluff from giving way once more.  

Part of the Turnagain Heights neighborhood fell several feet, later becoming Earthquake Park

Earthquake Park today

 Seward has done a great job of disposing of the debris that still plagued its waterfront many years later.  Today sea otters frolic in the water and restaurants and other businesses line the shore, and the debris is gone.

Seward today

 

 

 

 

 

Valdez is probably one of the most changed places.  Because the old town was so decimated, it was decided to move the whole town to another location that was considered more safe.  Most of the buildings in the town are much more modern than their predecessors were.  When we lived there in 1969, there was not a building over two stories tall.  The roads were mostly oiled gravel roads, and the town smelled of oil everywhere you went.  It was extremely walkable, with a paved "parkstrip" through the middle.  It was a well-designed community.  Most of the roads dead-ended at the parkstrip, and the park- strip lead straight to the elementary school (which is now a community college).  No vehicles were allowed on this area.  During the time we were there, and we were only there one year, the method for transporting oil was transitioning from ships to the Alaska Pipeline.  We saw the last ship come in that was carrying oil to be distributed to faraway points, and the beginning of the Valdez Marine Terminal on the site of Old Valdez.  Where we had once gone to explore the interesting history of the area, was now inaccessible.  The remaining buildings were torn down to make way for oil storage tanks.  For me, that was a sad time, as if a part of my own history was gone.  Valdez today is still a fairly small community, but is thriving.

The Valdez Marine Terminal, on the site of Old Valdez

Valdez was relocated four miles to the west and thrives today

I mentioned on Tuesday that there was an area near Portage, south of Anchorage, that has remnants of the aftermath of the earthquake and tsunami.  It is rather desolate and lonely, but beautiful in its own way.

Portage, south of Anchorage on the Seward Highway

As for other communities, there are many that I've never been to.  Kodiak, for instance, was heavily damaged by the quake and tsunami.  They are flourishing fifty years later.

The 1964 Good Friday earthquake, on March 27, 1964, was an event that drastically changed individuals, communities, and even the nation.  We have better ways to stay safe now.  Even though we really can't predict earthquakes any better than we could fifty years ago, we know how to prepare for them better, and how to escape tsunamis if the need arises.  I haven't been back to Alaska since the early 1980's, but I still have a great love for the state--its stark beauty, mountains that are like a mother's warm hug, and the independence of the people.  May she go another fifty years (or many, many more!) without another devastating event like the Alaska Earthquake of 1964!

1964 Alaska Earthquake 50th Anniversary Part I

There were some things that happened in the 1960's that were not happy events.  People can think of where they were when JFK got shot, or when Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated.  There are many veterans who remember the Vietnam War, and the Civil Rights Movement was also changing society.  Our nation was in an upheaval in the transitioning of the 1960's.

The ground was also in upheaval.  On March 27, 1964 the state of Alaska experienced an earthquake that changed everything for many communities.  It was Good Friday, at 5:36 in the evening.  Everyone was beginning their Easter weekend.  Alaskans have always been used to earthquakes, and when this one started they weren't alarmed.  At first it was gentle, relatively-speaking.  But then it got worse.  The earthquake measured 9.2 on the Richter scale, and lasted about three minutes.  We have seen the photos, and today we know the devastation.  But can you imagine yourself, not having the 20/20 hindsight we have today, going about your evening as usual, when suddenly your house is falling apart, or your car is coming in through your living room wall?  Possibly the ground is giving way under you in a terribly huge landslide, and you're being swept along with it?  Maybe you are like me, and have been in an earthquake or two that really frightened you.  You feel like the shaking is never going to end, and you don't know what kind of damage will be in its wake.  The earthquake was bad enough, but afterwards coastal residents wondered why the water was changing characteristics, so they went out to see it, only to be swept away in a tsunami.  Would you have gone to see too?

Communities up and down the Pacific Coast were damaged from the tsunami, as far south as Crescent City, California.

In 1968 my family went to Alaska with the idea to move there.  We spent all summer traveling around to different communities all over the state.  I can remember staying in Seward for awhile.  I don't remember much about the area near the water except that it was a beach one wouldn't want to walk on, or play on.  The water was definitely not a place to swim in!  There was wood, like old tree trunks everywhere, and rusted metal.  At the time I don't think I understood what had happened there, and wouldn't have been able to take in all that had happened four years earlier.

Seward before the 1964 earthquake

Seward right after the earthquake

We didn't find a place to live that summer, so we came back to Washington, only to go back up to Alaska with more serious intentions at the beginning of the summer of 1969.  We decided to put down what-would-be shallow roots in Valdez.  This was one of the worst hit towns during the 1964 earthquake, sitting very near the epicenter, which was in Prince William Sound, where Valdez is located.  We were staying at a location eight miles out of town during that first summer in Valdez, on the only road in or out--the Richardson Highway.  Old Valdez, which was what the pre-earthquake town was known as, was four miles away.  I can recall going to Old Valdez on our bikes, or walking, and exploring to our hearts' content.  It was such a fascinating place!  The town was completely abandoned, but many buildings remained.  There was a hotel there that had old newspapers under the boardwalk in front of it, and the dates on the newspapers were from the 1890's.  One time I found a rusted hitching ring there.  Some of the earthquake damage was evident in how the buildings sat.  The old post office had steps leading up to it, and the first step was sunk entirely into the ground.  In 1969 Old Valdez was a shell of its former self, with only a few dwellings and businesses situated apart from each other amongst large grassy areas and small trees.  It felt like a town from the 1800's, not like a town that had been populated and thriving only five years before.

Valdez was heavily damaged, not only in the loss of buildings and property, but in people.  Most of the residents of the town went to the dock to see the behavior of Prince William Sound, and many got swept out to sea during the tsunamis that hit the town.  In all, 32 people lost their lives in Valdez.

The devastation in Valdez after the shaking and tsunamis

Anchorage was also heavily damaged.  Along one of the most used streets downtown, Fourth Avenue, the ground gave way and buildings collapsed.  Cars were thrown every which way.  The land alongside Fourth Avenue dropped several feet, and in an area known as Turnagain Heights 130 acres was lost in a huge landslide.  This was a residential area, and great numbers of homes were destroyed.  The infrastructure of the city was decimated for a time.  I have friends who were living in Turnagain Heights during the earthquake, and they have fascinating stories.  One friend, who now lives in another earthquake-prone state, still has a need to know where her shoes are at all times because she couldn't find her shoes during the 1964 quake and as a very young girl had to hurry outside in the devastation of that March evening barefoot.
 

4th Avenue, downtown Anchorage, after quake

The J.C. Penney store collapsed during
the earthquake

Turnagain Heights, Anchorage, after the quake

One-hundred thirty acres of Turnagain
Heights fell in a huge landslide during
the shaking





 So many communities in Alaska were so severely changed.  Kodiak saw quite a bit of damage, as well as Cordova and Whittier.  Some towns and villages were completely wiped out.

All in all, 128 lives were lost in the 1964 Alaska earthquake.  Fifteen were from the shaking itself, the rest were because of the tsunamis afterwards.

On Thursday in the second part of this discussion, I'll talk about how things have changed for some of the communities affected, and some of the things that have been improved upon because of what was learned fifty years ago.

Automats in the 1960's

In this day of do-it-yourself EVERYthing, from pumping your own gas, to banking, to scanning your own groceries, it seems like the automat would fit right in.  If you've never heard of automats, you may wonder what I'm talking about.  Automats were cafeterias where you could walk in and choose and obtain your own food, pay for it, and sit and eat at a table and chair.  There were no waiters or waitresses, no hosts or hostesses.  It was truly "auto", as in "self".  It was liberating and novel at the time.  The automat was kind of like a smorgasbord, in that you could pick and choose your own food.  But whereas at a  smorgasbord , or all-you-can-eat restaurant, you pay one price no matter how much you might eat, at an automat you only paid for what you ate, a la carte.

A pair of men named Horn and Hardart started automats long before the 1960's.  They were a big thing in New York City, and also were in many other cities.  By the 1960's automats were on their last legs, fading out due to the proliferation of fast food restaurants, and by the 1970's they were all but extinct.

In the mid-1960's my grandfather had a work accident near Santa Barbara, California.  He was in the hospital for a little while, and eventually succumbed to his injuries.  When he was in the hospital, I have a memory of going there, and of having lunch in an automat.  My memory takes me to the hospital directly, but it may have been a separate business nearby.  It was a sad event, but my very young mind was not on injury or death. 

The automat was a huge room with simple tables and chairs set up all over for people to sit and dine.  Along the walls were small windows, and inside each window was a shelf with a plate or bowl of food on it.  Some of the cubbyholes were for hot food, such as entrees or soup, and others were for cold food, such as pies or cake.  There was just about any food your heart could desire, and it was made with care and good quality.  Each window had a label with the name of the food that was in it, along with a slot to pay for the item.  In order to pay, you took cash to a cashier, and got tokens to put in the slot. Once you paid you could pull the window up and take the plate of food from the shelf. It was so hard to decide; of course you couldn't choose everything they had!  But the novelty was so great, and the food so tempting!

When you were a customer in an automat, it seemed like everything was truly automatic.  The only employees you saw were the cashiers and the table cleaners.  I recall everything being very clean and well taken care of.  But behind those windows, there were many, many employees, always restocking windows when a customer took something from one.  There were people cooking and preparing food and then plating it.  Dishwashers too.

Automats seemed to me to be so modern!  I have often wished they would come back in vogue again.  Maybe some day that will happen.  Automats were another part of life in the United States that added wonderful style and character.  Did you ever eat in an automat?  Do you, like me, wish they'd come back?

Cold War Missile Tests--What a Sight!

The current situation in the Ukraine got me to thinking about the Cold War.  In the 1950's and 60's things were getting pretty intense between the U.S. and Russia and Cuba.  Some Americans were building bomb shelters in their back yards, and missiles were being built and tested, and ultimately, armed to be used against any aggressor.  We meant serious business!

In 1962, when I was four-years-old, our family moved from Washington State to Santa Maria, California, where my mom's family lived. Dad eventually got a job at Vandenburg Air Force Base.  I still don't know exactly what his job was there, but I know he was helping to construct "something".  We moved from Santa Maria proper to a mobile home park in Orcutt, which was a community that was nearer to the base.

Now, as a small child, I didn't know anything about the Cold War, or Cuba, or Russia.  I didn't know that tension was mounting.  All I knew was that my dad always knew when they were going to test missiles at the base, and if at all possible we would go to the entrance of our mobile home park and watch the launch.  Everyone else in the community was there too, so it was no secret!  It seemed like everyone had someone telling them that a test was to be performed.  (Today you can just go to the base website and there is a section on the right side of the screen that tells you about upcoming events such as this.)

Sometimes the missiles were tested during the day, with white-colored smoke.  They were a sight to behold--representing the power and defense of our country.  In those days Vandenburg was testing Atlas, Titan I and II, and Minuteman I missiles.  When they launched I had no idea which was which.  From my vantage point, they all looked the same.  The big difference for me was that once in awhile the smoke would be colored a different color than white.  We all oohed and aahed like we were watching 4th of July fireworks--even the adults!  Nighttime tests were beautiful, with the white smoke lit up in the setting sun beyond the horizon.

Beautiful Minuteman III test launch

Titan missile launch

There is something mysterious and mighty about watching a missile launch, even when you know it is "only a test".  If you're close enough you can see the missile itself, with its sharp nose straight up in the sky.  You can see the smoke from a farther distance away.  You don't get tired of seeing it, and it looks different each time.

During the summer of 1964 we moved back to Washington again, and that was the end of our missile launches.  I have many memories of our time in California.  Some of my favorite memories are of the camaraderie of our mobile home community during the missile tests.  It was like a party for young and old alike.

Of course, we can't forget why missiles exist.  We can watch their beauty, but underneath, inside their bellies, is something that hopefully will never have to be used.