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My mother was a civil service employee at Myrtle Beach AFB hospital in South Carolina. The Air Force was heavily involved in community activities and USAF officers often visited our school, always with ultra cool stuff in hand. One day in June 1969 a Minuteman arrived in Myrtle Beach to "show the colors" in our annual Sun Fun parade. I was the alpha science geek in my sixth grade class, so my mother asked the Base Commander if I could visit the Minuteman in the hangar where they were storing it and he agreed. Boy howdy did he agree! The next day I was instructed to wait in my Scout uniform on the front steps of the base hospital for further instructions. At the appointed time, two APs pulled up in a VIP vehicle, got out, saluted tiny little me and said, "Sir, we have orders to escort you to the Minuteman missile." They loaded me in the car, drove me to the hangar and let me play on the Minuteman for fifteen minutes. It was beyond awesome! In hindsight, I'm sure the missile was completely inert and almost certainly a public relations parade item, but on that June day in 1969 I felt like I was king of the planet... and the United States Air Force nade a friend for life.
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I was born two months before Sputnik 1 and was in kindergarten in small-town South Carolina when Telstar launched. My teacher told us all about Telstar, including showing photos from National Geographic which was the best source for space info at the time. On top of that, my Dad bought me the 45rpm "Telstar" record by The Tornadoes. It was a really cool song. I still have my record and it still plays great.
I share this whimsical tale to make a point: There was a time in America where old & young were all-in on our space program. My grandmother was an eighth grade educated farm wife in very rural circumstances. She gave me a NatGeo subscription for Christmas and got one for herself. Whenever a new edition arrived, grandmother would give me a few days to read as much as I was able, then I'd go to the farm and we'd read it together as if we were reading letters from friends far away. Without any scientific education, she brute-forced her way through Mercury, Gemini & Apollo because she wanted me to fly in space one day. Bad eyesight put an end to that, but the fire still burns within. The eighty acre farm is my private launch facility. Drones, Estes rockets, kite-borne shortwave antennas & balloons are a regular thing. Grandmother is laid to rest at our church about a mile away, Somehow, I think she's smiling with every launch.
Now for the sad part: There are absolutely NO space sciences being taught in our county today. None. It's all environmental now and students have doom & gloom shoved down their throats every day. They're no longer looking at the night sky, dreaming they'll fly amongst the stars one day. Their optimism is gone. What the hell happened???
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