The story of an immigrant—my father
Nora tells the story of a chemist who worked on the Apollo Space Program.
I arrived in this country in January 1969 with my mother, my brother, and a stack of my favorite books. Six months after we arrived, on July 20, 1969, I came home from school and watched the Apollo 11 moon landing on a little black-and-white television set we'd bought secondhand from the previous tenants.
The picture was grainy and the sound garbled, but I distinctly remember my excitement, and the words “One giant leap for mankind.” I had picked up enough English by then to understand some of the broadcast, though not all of it. Only later did I learn that my dad worked for a company that helped make that amazing story available to the entire world.