The summer of 1969 was quite memorable for me.
  On June 4, I graduated from Saluda High School, and on July 20, I, like the rest of the television accessed world, watched a man walk on the moon.
  I’ve written before about my “disastrous”  introduction to the Space Age in 1958.
  Our family was vacationing at Oconee State Park, and we were in the big meeting room watching square dancing, when, suddenly, everyone started running out of the building.
  When you’re seven years old and have watched  “Shock Theater” on Saturday afternoons, the spectacle of everyone running out of a building was a bit disconcerting.
  Soon, we heard the Russian satellite “Sputnik” was flying over, and we rushed outside to see a tiny dot traverse the sky.
  Wow! I was so excited by the life changing experience, I threw up my TruAde when we got back to the cabin.
  I was 18 when man walked on the moon, but I made sure I didn’t drink any TruAde before the telecast, just to be on the safe side.
  It was pretty exciting. Even the grizzled, old TV newsman Walter Cronkite wiped tears from his eyes.
  From the moon, we heard Neil Armstrong say, “One small step for man. One giant leap for mankind.”
  I posted something on Facebook about Sunday being the 45th anniversary of the moon walk, and got some interesting comments.
  Caroline Brazil was attending a camp in Vermont, and got to watch the landing on televisions set up in the camp’s theater.
  “I’ll never forget walking out of the theater and looking up at the moon and thinking how strange it was that men were walking on it at that very moment,” Caroline said.
  Wayne Smith commented he was at Camp Barstow and all the scouts sat on the floor in the mess hall to watch the moon walk on TVs set up for all to see.
  I guess I’m blessed that I have experienced so much technology in my lifetime. We didn’t get a telephone until I was six years old. It wasn’t about economics. It because they had no phone lines in the country!
  About the same time, we got our first television set.
  In the fall of 1968 we got our first color TV. I know it was the fall, because I had gone to a Carolina football game, and after I drove home, I walked into the house and was amazed to see film clips of the game broadcast in color! I had to do the proverbial double-take.
  It was color TV that brought a couple of amusing comments on Facebook.
  Chuck Burton said his family had talked his father into buying a color TV, just so they could watch the moon walk. Chuck said his dad didn’t think color TVs were reliable, but he bought one anyway.
  Mary Kay Barstow said her family gathered at the house of her grandmother in Nebraska to watch the event on her color TV.
  The historic moon walk came, and ...  it was broadcast in black and white!
  Mary Kay said her sister asked her grandmother if her TV was broken!
  I didn’t think a whole lot about at the time, because many programs were still being broadcast in black and white in 1969.
  Later, however, I questioned how a country could send a man to the moon, but couldn’t send a color movie camera!
  Kevin Meredith said his family still had a black and white TV at the time of the moon walk, but at least they had a large selection of channel choices - 6, 10 and 12!
 July 20, 1969.  What a night! I’m glad I was one of the 500 million people worldwide who had the privilege of watching a man walk on the moon for the first time.
  Oh, by the way, Armstrong didn’t start his walk until around 11 p.m., so there were 500 million  sleepy people worldwide on Monday.


  I was saddened to hear of the passing of Mary Elizabeth Ouzts last week.
  For many years, Mrs. Ouzts was a home economist with the Clemson Extension Service here, and was greatly loved by all who knew her.
  She touched many young lives with her work with 4-H, and was much admired for her contribution to the Clemson adult programs with which she worked.
  She will be greatly missed.