I saw two UFOs
in the 1967 wave in
Greensboro
,
NC
, one with a group of several high school friends, the other with my
mother, all of whom also witnessed them.
Both of the events took place within about 100 yards of
each other, and I’m thinking they were at least a few-to-several weeks
apart. In the first we were
all in jackets, maybe February or March.
The second, we were in warm-weather clothing, maybe April or even
late March. The second event was
enough removed from the first that it was definitely not on our minds
when it occurred.
The first time
was well after dark and took place at the side of a small lake near the
high school I went to. Someone
pointed, “Look!” And we
all saw a very modest sized ‘star’, about the size of the North Star
and in roughly that direction. It
looked more like a meteorite gone berserk.
Over the span of a few seconds, 6-8 of us watched as its colors
changed across the range of soft orange-yellow-green, which seemed to
repeat 2-3 times, rainbow-like, not as flashes of separate colors.
As it did so, directionally it made a wide-angled ‘w’ with
absolutely sharp ‘corners’, all at the same rate of apparently
intense speed, over a perceived distanced no wider than my hand, then
instantly disappeared. That’s
what I saw; the first person must have seen more of this behavior before
alerting the entire group. It
was too small to look like anything other than a remarkably colorful,
small star. There was no
sound associated with it. It
took place within a day or two of the many sightings up and down the
eastern seaboard [USA] making a splash on both national and local news,
though I am not sure if it was before I heard about that on the news or
after. I'm inclined to think it was
before, and in fact quite a few people in our area must have also seen
such phenomena because it made the front page of our local paper as
well. So maybe this was within the same day or two that so much of
this took place.
The other
sighting, also silent, took place within less than 100 yards, in
an east-south-east direction, where it would be natural to view
the rising moon. Mom was
driving and we had turned up a road perpendicular to the one we had been
standing on by the lake, which took us up a slightly bicycle-pumping
hill to the school. Just
after we had turned the corner, Mom and I saw something so amazing, Mom
completely stopped the car! Simultaneously we gaped at each other,
looked back, and what we had seen was GONE!
We were looking up and beyond the buildings of the school
cresting the hill to our left and ahead of us.
What I saw was a stupendously HUGE rendition of the moon, as if
it were, say, 40 miles away, rather than 200,000 or so; it had taken
over nearly the whole of our visual field, sitting in the car, looking
out the front window. It was
twilight, and the colors were a ‘natural’ spherical blending of
moon-cream tones and soft-twilight blues, even defining moon-like
craters. In fact, I
initially thought it WAS the moon! It
was rising over the building and a stand of trees, its visible arch
inferred we were seeing about 120 degrees, only it was moving slightly
-- like a moon rising, only faster, like a blimp, though this was
impossibly larger than any known blimp.
What’s so
peculiar, looking back, is, we spoke of these things so little, even at
the time! Kind of like
sharing a strange dream that is promptly dropped or forgotten, once
shared. It was more than 3
decades later, nearing the time of my mother’s passing in 2001 that I
brought up this memory again, re-describing what I had seen.
In my retelling, it was obvious I had assumed we had seen the
same thing. But she said
that was not what she had seen at all!!
Yet, she was plainly just as riveted and amazed as I at the time
of the sighting. Believe me,
I have wondered a zillion times since why I didn’t naturally ask the
obvious question, What did you see???
I was that stupefied by her remark.
I recall at the
time of the second sighting, I thought we compared notes about what we
had seen – we agreed it was huge.
I remember saying something about how it looked just like the
moon with ‘the whole nine yards’ of craters and a surrealistic,
romanticized coloring – perfectly natural, just so totally gorgeous.
The conversation struck me as our basically agreeing on what we
had seen, although I do not remember Mom offering any further or
contrasting descriptors. She was even present when I described it
to Dad excitedly when we got home, and I don't remember her making any
remarks that would have given me the impression she had seen something
else.
One
of the strangest ‘coincidences’ of this to me is that the sightings
were days-to-weeks apart, yet I was merely 100 yards or less from the
spot where the first sighting was made.
