50 years ago today I was sitting in a small living room in Kettering, while staying with my then girlfriend (now my wife) in the company of my future Mother-in-Law.
Her house was part of a row of terraced houses in Bath Road where she and her husband raised 10 children.
We were waiting with baited breath for the moment when a representative of our species stepped for the first time on another planetary body.
Just after 2.30 am we woke my young brother-n-law, he was around 9 at the time, so that he too could witness this historical moment.
The television set was a small 12 inch black and white model, sitting in the corner next to a window which looked out onto the backyard.
The moment came and passed and the first part of the mission had succeeded. And everything that we take for granted now began, from non-stick frying pans to tablet computers.
A moment that brought us all together in a of sense common humanity that transcended our differences happened because of the efforts of three 'amiable strangers".
The Apollo 11 prime crew had none of the close cheerful camaraderie that characterized that of Apollo 12.
Instead they forged an amiable working relationship. Armstrong in particular was notoriously aloof, but Collins, who considered himself a loner, confessed to rebuffing Aldrin's attempts to create a more personal relationship. Aldrin and Collins described the crew as "amiable strangers".
Armstrong did not agree with the assessment, and said "...all the crews I was on worked very well together." (Source Wikipedia)
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