In my memory, it was 50 years ago tonight that Dad carried me out to the car to drive to Grandma and Grandpa's house in Salinas where our family would watch tomorrow's Apollo 11 moon landing together. As we walked out under a beautiful night sky, Dad said "They're almost there," and I tried to spot that tiny capsule carrying Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Mike Collins on their adventure to that beautiful, bright moon! In this wonderful Google Doodle, Mike Collins recounts his experience.
As for Dawn and Hugo, we're all part of humankind, no matter what language we read Notre-Dame de Paris in (Yes, that's the original French title).
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Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"A Few More France References, And KM's Vacation Is Tax Deductible".
You? Enjoy?
Yes. "The Hunchback of Notre Dame."
More. Named Victor Hugo!
Hero...Greatest!
Wanders, thanks so very much for the link to the Google Doodle. I was in the 7th grade and clearly remember watching the moon landing. To celebrate, (my family was all clustered around the ginormous RCA television) we ate Moon Pies. If you’re not familiar with Moon Pies, they’re a Southern staple. Enough sugar in them to send a kid in orbit around the moon.
Delilah, I am familiar with moonpies, as my father was from Mobile Alabama and they throw them to the crowds during Mardi Gras. (Mobile was the birthplace of the Mardi Gras, not New Orleans, as most people think.) The equivalent to moonpies here in Maine are Whoopie pies, which don't get thrown anywhere.
I was 12 years old when they landed on the moon and Ib remember me, my brother and my mother watching it on TV and was hoping that one day everyone could go to the moon.
That being said, can we send Dawn to the moon? She keeps yammering about nothing. If you just met someone wouldn't you ask them about their homelife in France, do they miss their parents, have they ever seen Jim Morrison's grave, thanks like that.
I was hoping Dawn would say "Next to Marquis De Sade, he is probably one of France's greatest writers."
KM, please get us out of this boring conversation.
BTW Nance, great BFH title as usual!
What are they eating? I see this restaurant serves Coke in those new 2 ounce cans.
Wanders, thanks so much for posting the Google Doodle. Mike Collins is such an admirable, classy man. I remember watching the moon landing with my parents and being riveted and amazed. Everyone in Ohio was particularly excited because Neil Armstrong was a native son. And now, from the sublime to the ridiculous... Dawn and Hugo. They come from different countries, but they eat sandwiches.(which look more like tarts) with relish forks. Are the giant strawberries a French touch, or a Santa Royale custom?
Tomorrow: Dawn remarks that William Shakespeare was probably one of England’s greatest writers.
Strawberry tartlets, please, with a side of whole strawberries - just put them on the placemat. And keeping with the strawberry theme, we'll eat them with fraws (combination fork & straw). Yum. Délicieuse.
I was all of two months old when the moon landing happened, but I do remember jumping up and down on the sofa and watching Apollo 17 splashing down in '72.
Meanwhile, back in Paris...
I read Notre-Dame years back when Disney announced their animated feature. Honestly, I was so appalled by the story (completely captivated, but appalled) and I knew there was no way in hell Disney could be true to the story.
People seem to think it’s a love story between Quasimodo and Esmerelda but it’s a twisted love quadrangle! Don Frollo loves Esmerelda, Esmerelda loves Phoebus, Phoebus loves some Parisian Kardashian. Quasimodo loves Esmerelda, Esmerelda despises Quasimodo, Quasimodo despises everyone in Paris and in the end everyone betrays everyone else particularly Grégoire who chooses a pet goat over Esmerelda. Whew!
So, in the Worthyverse, Wilbur loves Iris, Iris loves Zak…. Wait.. Brandy (not the drink) loves Tommie, Tommie loves meth…. No… Old Man Wynters loves… Wilbur love Estelle, Estelle loves Arther/ur, Arther/tur loves money…
Oh forget it… :(
I meant "things like that" in my previous post. Darn autocorrect :-(
I'm so bored by this story line. Wonder if it will get better. Wonder if Dawn will marry Hugo so he can stay more than a month.
Enjoyed the Google Doodle. Michael Collins went to the same school I did (way before my time)
I wish soda came in 2 oz cans! (Bottles would be even better) Sometimes I just want a sip and I find they go flat in no time.
Hope everyone is staying cool - we're expecting "feel like" temps of 107-115 today and tomorrow!
Since Hugo has already eaten his ham and cheese sammy, I guess he's supposed to be eating some kind of dessert. Unless he's really hungry and he's having an individual pepperoni pizza, which he would likely eat with a fork. Veddy Continental, you know.
Good thing they didn't name him after de Balzac or Dumas. Might not go well among the frat boys here.
-- Scottie McW.
P.S. Thanks for the Michael Collins link, Wanders. Enjoyed it very much.
Fun trivia: Michael Collins' daughter Kate played Natalie Marlowe/evil sister Janet Green on All My Children.
In college I did my final history project on the Apollo 1 disaster; I love learning or revisiting anything about those early space program days. It's truly remarkable what they did with the very basic technology they had. Who else drank Tang and ate Space Food Sticks?
Not the French! Ha!
Many years ago, in France, on a cold and stormy February night, a doctor was called out to attend a woman in labor. Later that day, after he struggled home through the snow, his wife greeted him: Thank goodness you are home! What a terrible night to have to go out. The doctor: Yes, but do you know who was born last night? Victor Hugo!
This is not my own joke. I may have stolen it from Henny Jeune Homme. Or Marcel Marceau.
Sandi, I still drink Tang!
Thank you for pointing out the Michael Collins link. I'll be sharing that with my kids later today.
Delilah-- Not having access to Moon Pies in Washington State, I was eating toasted English muffins with butter and honey: round, white, and full of holes. It happened to be something I was quite fond of at the time, and I remember noting their moon-like appearance. I was in the 9th grade; our family had come home early from a camping trip at our favorite campground on the Sol Duc River, and were all gathered in the living room watching the moon landing. I remember standing by the fireplace as I watched, and going out to the kitchen every once in a while to prepare another English muffin.
Darn, I’m old. I was twenty at the time of the moon landing. I watched with total fascination, having been a Space Program junkie since Alan Shepherd’s first suborbital flight. But that night I found myself rereading Asimov’s Foundation. I guess I needed to reestablish my hold on Fantasy.
As to Dawn and Hugo, the only things keeping me going are the comments on this blog, and the comforting realization that June carries on Uncle Joe’s tradition of weirdly rendered food.
Why do I have this feeling that one of the questions on the final exam for M. Cameron's very wonderful class studying the Hunchback of Notre Dame was, "Which writer was a hero of France's Romantic Movement in literature?" Ho-hum... As for la lune, I think I was one of the few people who missed it, being 12 years old, about to enter 7th grade, about to change schools, and was dropped off at Girl Scout camp in Penns Creek, PA on July 20. The idea of being away from everything familiar and battling homesickness was somewhere close to landing on the moon. I survived the week (we had a snipe hunt!) and only remember the moon landing because my mom wrote me a letter at camp about how my dad stayed up until 2am watching it. The fact that I missed it may have lead to my penchant for believing it was maybe staged....
I find it odd that I have so little recollection of this historic event. But I was 21 and in romantic turmoil. Plus it was the summer of Woodstock. Mostly, though, I think all the science fiction I had read had left me rather blasé about this relatively primitive bit of space exploration. After all, in my mind, we'd already been to the stars, so the short hop to the moon was no big deal.
As for Saturday's MW, it's a particularly good day to read the dialogue out loud and heavily accentuate the bold words to see just how coneheadesque Moy's writing is.
"Henny Jeune Homme": you're killing me Meg!
Henny Jeune Homme!! “I just flew in from Marseille, and are my arms tired.”
Today’s strip: I’m surprised Hugo didn’t say, “Bah, you Americans and your penchant for ‘hanging out!’”
@Scottie McW - I can always count on you to crack me up! de Balzac or Dumas...
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Man on the moon back then, where was Mary? Secret meddling with NASA? Replacing food packs with her muffins?
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