|July 20th. 1969
||[Jul. 18th, 2009|10:30 pm]
In a few days time it will be the 40th anniversary of the historic "one small step for (a) man - one giant leap for mankind" when Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon.
Where was I ? For the record I was sitting in rugged parkland outside Toronto Canada with fellow employee and fellow "limey" Barry his wife and young children. We listened to the moon landing on a radio while partaking of picnic style refreshments. I don't recall the name of the park but we almost certainly went there in Barry's somewhat clapped out "Olds" (Oldsmobile) of which he was proud.
His children (if alive) would now be in their early 40's.
Barry went on to manage a business in Victoria in British Columbia. A year later I returned to the UK to seek assisted passage (not possible from Canada) to Australia to start "a new life" (February 1970). Apart from short periods when I became both a tourist and an immigrant to New Zealand and one failed attempt to "return" to life in the UK together with an attempt to live and work in Melbourne I have been in Sydney (or it's environs) for most of that time (trips overseas and interstate excepted).
Barry was a persistent bugger attempting to feed and clothe a family by way of emigration to Canada. I was also a "limey" immigrant intent on sampling the world. I also attempted to find work in British Columbia (Vancouver) but despite a hurried trip in a clapped out VW (Volkswagen "bug") I just missed out on an opportunity.
I regarded the moon landing as "significant" and spent some time watching early editions of "Star Trek" (in color) on a rented Canadian television set. While Canada and the United States had adopted colo(u)r TV many years earlier I was impressed with the vast superiority of the PAL colour system ( introduced in the UK around that time ) compared with the NTSC system used in the US and Canada.
I know I have a B&W photo of myself in that particular Ontario National Park at the moment of the lunar landing. I was much younger, somewhat naive and as thin as a rake.
Ah memories (sigh)