We were singing Christmas songs as we headed out of the city. Not a big city, more like a small town. A small town called Chillicothe, Ohio. It was Christmas Eve, 1972 and we just left my grandparents house after exchanging presents with them. We came up on and soon passed the hospital on state route 159 and we were now heading out to a neighboring town called Kingston. The population there may have reached the three thousand mark if you included the people who lived out in the back roads. Rural was an understatement as this area was a farmer’s paradise back in those days. It was so country that at nine years of age, I could hardly wait to join the four-H club as that was the hippest thing to do.
It was a clear night and
the stars were out in full force. It was so calm and peaceful, not a hint of
snow anywhere on the ground, which is unusual in these parts this time of year.
Rain would have been closer to normal but no clouds came a calling this
particular evening. Even the air was dry. Not overly warm but a good fifty
degrees, maybe slightly less. So, it wasn’t a white Christmas but I think my
mother was glad of that because she was the one doing the driving.
Her
name is Janet Forsythe and I was but one of her three children at that time. I
was the middle kid. My name is Andrew. My siblings were a pain to deal with at
most times but not during the holidays. I remember how cool it was to have
people around me to share in this joy. My older brother, Greg, had a year and a
half on me and my younger sister, Tammy was about a year and a half behind me.
I was nine years old that night and I was having the best time of my young
life. But that all changed when we took that first curve in the road that was
the beginning of about a five mile stretch to Kingston.
It was almost like a
dream. We hit that wall of fog like we were plunging into some kind of vortex,
some kind of hidden door to another dimension. It was so thick, it looked more
like cotton than anything else but we ran right smack into it nonetheless. My
mother applied the brakes immediately and we went from fifty MPH to five MPH
almost instantly. Not only did these two things get my attention real quick but
the panic in my mothers’ voice shook me up as well. “Okay kids, hush. I can’t
see anything, not even the road. I need you to quiet down.”
We did as we were told.
I looked over at my sister. We were in the back seat and my brother was sitting
shotgun. I remember how eerie it was, chilling in fact. Looking out of the
windows I could see nothing, absolutely nothing but the white mist. For a nine
year old boy, it was the coolest thing ever but for my mother, it was the most
frightening. I had never seen fog like that before or at least, I couldn’t
recall and I know I haven’t since. Even as an adult now, I have never witnessed
this kind of meteorological event. I now compare it to being in a plane and
flying into a thick white cloud. It was like floating on air.
My mother was vigorously
trying to see the road. She even reached over and turned off the radio. The car
was as quiet as a morgue. “Greg, can you see anything? Are we still on the road
or what?”
“I don’t see nothing,
mom.” He answered. He was doing his best to assist while my sister and I
remained still in the back. “Keep looking.” She requested, when suddenly,
something caught her ears. “What’s that noise?”
“What noise mommy? I
don’t hear anything.” My sister told her. My mother now began to really become
concerned. “That humming sound, it sounds like a car behind us or maybe in
front. Can you see anything behind us Andrew?”
I turned around and sat
on my knees and stared out the back window but, I couldn’t see anything except
the white wall all around us. “No mommy, I don’t see anything.”
“Well, keep looking
baby. Let me know if you see headlights. I’m worried that someone might be
coming up behind and will hit us. Greg,” She again turned to, “keep a look up
ahead while I try and keep us on the road. Let me know if you see headlights,
okay?”
We all had a job to do
except for Tammy. “Mommy,” She now began to whine, “I’m scared.” Okay, so maybe
she did have a job, a job that my mother apparently shared with her as she did
her best to comfort. “Mommy is scared too honey but we’ll be alright. See
anything back there Andrew?”
“Not yet.” I answered,
keeping my eyes peeled. But maybe I kept them too peeled because there was a
reflection coming off the top of the trunk that caught my little eyes and as I
turned around and pushed myself backwards to look up, it was like a sci-fi come
true. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen.
Picture a full moon as
it gathers in the suns reflection, illuminating like a glow-in-the-dark yo-yo.
Now, picture that full moon just a couple hundred feet above your head. As
perfectly round as a pizza pie, I took in this sight and mustered up every
ounce of awareness to finally acknowledge my discovery. “Mom, look up above the
car.”
“Not now, Andrew, I am
trying to watch the road and figure out what that noise is.”
“But mom,” I again tried
to tell her, “there is something above the car.”
“That’s enough, Andrew;
you’re scaring your sister … and me. Now, keep your eyes on the back and let me
know if you see any headlights.”
I slid down and leaned
across the seat and stuck my head in-between her and my brother. “Mom, I’m not
lying. There is something right above the car. It’s huge and round and glowing,
like the moon.”
She took one millisecond
to look at me before she addressed my brother. “Roll down your window and take
a look.”
Then, she addressed me, “If he doesn’t see anything young man then you’re
in some big trouble.”
“Oh, my God!” Greg
wailed out, “He isn’t kidding mom, there is something up there and it’s right
above us!” So much for that spanking. I smiled victoriously and scooted back to
take another look. My mother rolled her window down as she too popped her head
out just enough and took a look upwards. “Jesus H. Christ.” She whispered.
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