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Golantrevize
My parents moved us to , 1960's; to the Clear Lake, Texas, area as he worked as a civilian in the NASA programs (today what is known as JSC).
What I recall most about the era: The films we had to watch weekly on "Atomic Attacks", safety drills either ducking under one's desk when the alarm
sounded or a different alarm to run into the hallways, kneel, tuck your head and face the walls.
There were also plans to get all of us to fallout shelters, that was more like a fire drill today with buses waiting.
The assumption was that everything from Galveston to Houston would be hit in the first strike.
Secondarily: All of the aircraft from Ellington. Nam was in full mode.
Lines of low flying Helos (all kinds). Often times a 1/2 hour worth of formations flying over.
So loud they would rattle the windows, sometimes would rattle the dishes in the cabinets and ALWAYS screwed-up the television. Jets all day long as
well, and cargo aircraft always overhead...
In fact, at times so bothersome, my mother forced us to finally move into Greater Houston. As kids it didn't bother us.
Dad had maps of fall-out shelters in both glove boxes and we had maps of meeting places if separated stuck in our heads.
At home there was always food in case of a disaster (also for hurricanes)
Oddly enough, we attended Ed White elementary for a year, the Cafeteria was built for fallout.
The mood was positive, The Space Program was what everyone was talking about, films at school had also a weekly "Innovation" theme and an
"Entrepreneur" aspect.
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