Abstract
I was five years old and glued to our TV when Apollo 11 landed on the Moon in 1969. By then, our black-and-white Zenith had been relegated to the back room, replaced by a new color console from JC Penney. Not that the broadcast from the Moon was in color—or very clear—but Walter Cronkite and the rest of the broadcast was. The whole world was exploding in color, if not exploding for real, for my main memories of that Technicolor, Kodachrome era are fear of the Vietnam War and optimism of a future to be lived in space.
The Historical Society retains the right to reprint articles in any format or media, and retains the right to grant that permission to others.