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Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
A piece of personal history
As I have been pondering how I would present items from my life story, I have returned to a basic question, most likely one of many, that has plagued me for some time.
While I was born and raised in Arizona, when I was a youngster my father and mom and I left to begin a new life in the deep South to Huntsville, Alabama.
What has been confusing me was my exact age and the dates when we actually moved. I recently recalled that while we were on our trip to the South, we stopped somewhere in the state of Arkansas and talked about a headline in a newspaper that concerned a midair collision of two airliners that had just taken place over the Grand Canyon .
What has been confusing me was my exact age and the dates when we actually moved. I recently recalled that while we were on our trip to the South, we stopped somewhere in the state of Arkansas and talked about a headline in a newspaper that concerned a midair collision of two airliners that had just taken place over the Grand Canyon .
With the incredible resource of today's Internet I just Googled "airline disasters" and "the Grand Canyon" and discovered that the crashes took place on June 30, 1956. I am guessing that we must've left Flagstaff two or three days prior to that date.
Frankly, I am flabbergasted that I was only eight years old when we left Arizona! In reality I was about one month away from my ninth birthday! I really did think that I was closer to 11 years old and was in the fifth or sixth grade when I first moved into Huntsville but it does not appear that that was the case at all.
Frankly, I am flabbergasted that I was only eight years old when we left Arizona! In reality I was about one month away from my ninth birthday! I really did think that I was closer to 11 years old and was in the fifth or sixth grade when I first moved into Huntsville but it does not appear that that was the case at all.
With that in mind, I found this link to a National Public Radio story that was broadcast in 2006 on the 50th anniversary of the plane crash (or should I say plane crashes) in Grand Canyon. The events on June 30 of 1956 occurred as I rode in the back seat of a car heading to what might as well have been another planet in another part of the universe in a very frightening time in my life.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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