In 1963 there were three of us kids–me, my brother Brian, and little sister Cindy. I would have been 7, Brian 4, and Cindy a baby. I’m not sure we knew what our dad was really up to. I mean, when you’re 7, do you really know anything about engineering or space ships that might, maybe, someday go to the moon. Probably the only thing we knew was that we had moved away to a place that was completely alien to us, and not much more. Obviously I had some inkling of who President Kennedy was.
There are things I remember–we all go chicken pocks. One kid does and the siblings do I guess. I think I may still have one of two scars from it. We stayed home, and weren’t really sick but just itchy. I guess the vaccine hadn’t been invented yet, because I do know we had our other vaccines. I don’t think it was very much fun for our mother!
Meanwhile, our dad went to work at NASA, doing whatever engineers did back then. We didn’t know! I’m going to try to find out more about that…stay tuned.