1969 a Year to Remember
Once Upon a Time in 1969
Starry starry night as I glazed upon the palette of blue and gold I could not fully comprehend what was happening. The day before July 21, 1969 Neil Armstrong had made his imprint on the lunar surface during the Apollo 11 mission to the moon. Almost one month earlier I had become a father for the first time. I would turn seventeen in November of that same year. In August of that same year a little festival called Woodstock would have its participants gazing upon that same blue sky in Max Yasgur's open meadow.
Growing up in a small mid-western town in Indiana the biggest thing to happen to me was seven months earlier when my girlfriend told me she was pregnant. In 1969 it was a big deal. Girls were not clamoring to be on MTV's Sixteen and Pregnant. Hell MTV would not exist till August of 1981 still here I sat pondering my future. My parents had rented a cottage on a lake for the summer and I had immersed myself in my job. I was mowing grass at one of the three cementaries in the small town. There were probably more residents in the cementaries than in the whole town. When I returned home I did what chores were expected of me and immediately went out in a fishing boat and sat sometimes fishing. To make matters worse, I HAD GOTTEN A GIRL PREGNATE IN A SMALL TOWN and had not spoken to her in the past seven months. The shame I had cloaked my family in was almost unbearable. The day before my brother had driven me to the big city of Indianapolis to a office where paternity tests were preformed. I had seem the baby for the first time and listened to him cry out in pain as the nurse stuck a needle into his foot to extract blood for the test. The foot on a baby is the proper place to do such a test, but to me it was barbaric. The whole sky was closing in on me swallowing me up and spitting me back out as the boy who got a girl pregnate at sixteen. I graduated high school the next year and January of 1971 I would marry that girl. We celibrated our forthyth wedding anniversity in 2011. Three big events happened in 1969. Two of them I had nothing to do with. All were noteworthy events in my world, but only one would truly impact my world. We live in a world now where even an event such as Woodstock might be considered as just a long weekend. A good excuse to get high and party. Pregnate at sixteen. That would not even enter the gossip collom on a slow week unless TMZ ran it as The New Big Deal in The New Blockbuster of the Week is Pregnate. Well only if it happened on a real slow week when nothing better was going on.