These are just some of the many responses we received
from our Editorial of 07/17/09 -
Lunch and Learn
Thanks for our "input". I had graduated
from high school in June of 1969 and the entire
family was sitting on my parent's bed watching
together......it was truly amazing.
NSAD Cua Viet (3 mile from the
DMZ) South VietNam
I am a lucky one that you gave me a little
time to respond. Yup! I was still in my mother's
womb on July 20, 1969. Luckily! I was born on
October 04, 1969, by that time the Apollo had
N.G. (from the Phillipines)
living on Shaw street in Pasadena, TX. on my own in
a garage apartment when I saw it on TV.
I was being born. I will be 40.
It was great meeting you in Nashville. I
thoroughly enjoyed the conference. My mother
lost her battle with Alzheimer's on July 2 at the
age of 60. Even though I no longer am a
caregiver, I love your magazine and newsletter.
Keep up the good work.
I was in Panama City,
Florida w/my college roommate enjoying the beach and
planning my wedding. We are both now 60 years
old and can't believe how fast life has flown. She
cared for her parents until their death and I am now
(along w/my siblings) caring for my mother who is in
the beginning stages of Alzheimer's disease.
Life is good.
I was a sophomore in
college when the Apollo moon landing occurred. I was
watching it with my girlfriend and her family (I was
college, she was townie) in their living room. Her
father, a crusty old man, was convinced that it was
all staged and not real! My friend and I were so
excited about it because it was such a hopeful an
event! We thought we could probably do anything, now
that we had gotten to the moon: we could change the
world, be the implementers of our own "Brave New
World" and make a difference. She and I remain close
friends. She teaches music at the elementary school
level. I am a Medical Social Worker. We both have
our own caregiving careers, also. Sometimes I think
about all the people we have both touched through
our careers and about the hope and caring we have
given to them. I wonder where they are, what they
are doing, if they caught the infectious hope that
we had in 1969 and what they have done with it.
Thanks for letting me remember this event in my
Jane Henderson, L.C.S.W.
I send your newsletter on
to my sister in Wyoming who cares for my 92-year-old
mother with Alzheimer's — my sister appreciates it!
On July 20, 1969, I turned 12 (NASA was also "born"
in '57 and turned 12 that year), and we had a moon
birthday slumber party. I remember fondly a
giggling bunch of 12 year olds gathered around our
black and white t.v. to pause long enough to watch
the landing. We were in Wyoming, so we'd never
heard of a moon pie (definitely a Southern treat
originally)...maybe I'll pick some up for my 52nd
birthday on Monday!