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This Day In History, 2003: Columbia Tragedy

Two years ago today, on a beautiful Saturday morning, the Columbia space shuttle broke up on re-entry, killing all seven astronauts on board:

Commander Rick D. Husband, 45
Pilot William C. McCool, 41
Payload Commander Michael P. Anderson, 43
Payload Specialist Ilan Ramon, 48
Mission Specialist David M. Brown, 46
Mission Specialist Kalpana Chawla, 41
Mission Specialist Laurel Salton Clark, 41

Two years ago, after I heard the news, I posted the following, which can still be found at http://www.livejournal.com/users/mabfan/9111.html

There are so many feelings I have about the loss of Columbia, that I don't know where to begin. So I'll begin with the personal.

In 1985, my father decided to apply to the journalist-in-space program. We knew he'd have no chance of being accepted, but the fact that he could apply to be an astronaut was just too good to pass up. So he filled out the paperwork, got a bunch of recommendation letters (including one from Isaac Asimov), and sent it in.

Finally, he received a postcard in the mail telling him that his application was complete and that they would begin processing it. The date he received that was January 28, 1986. The day of the Challenger tragedy.

On January 21, 2003, I discovered that NASA was restarting their educator astronaut program. Being a teacher, I decided to apply. The only sticking point is that although I have two Physics degrees and have been teaching for many years, I don't have a state license, which NASA requires. So on Friday, January 31, I discovered that I could get a provisional license if I pass two exams. Problem: the deadline to register for those exams was 5 PM Friday January 31st.

That afternoon, in a fit of rushing, I registered on-line, downloaded a PDF, and signed and faxed a form so I could take those tests this month, in time to get a license for my application to NASA. Like my father, I have no serious belief that I would be selected, but I felt the need to apply. Why? As Nomi put it, "Because it's cool."

And then, this morning, as we were enjoying shabbat, one friend called and another stopped by to tell us of the tragedy. I'm a news junkie, and even on shabbat I want this information. So I'm glad they thought of telling us.

But the news was horrible. I've been following the story of Ilan Ramon, the first Israeli astronaut, with great affection and interest, down to the Torah scroll he carried with him from a Holocaust survivor. And now he is gone, along with six fellow crewmembers.

Another seven.

May they rest in peace.

Somewhat raw, but it expressed well how I felt.

Since then, of course, I made the first cut with NASA but then was grounded by the medical office; and I left teaching, so it's unlikely I'll ever be able to apply for the Education Astronaut program again. But at least I have other dreams to pursue.

For more information on the Columbia and her final crew:



Two years ago today, my family went up to Lake Geneva for the National Snow Carving Championship (we're going again this Saturday). Along the way, we passed Kenosha, Wisconsin, the home of the late Laurel Clark. Naturally, everywhere we went, the televisions were on, not only with the national coverage, but with the local coverage talking about Clark and her family.
Curious to know -- were you driving through? If so, how did you know what was on the televisions? Or did you stop for rest in a few places in Kenosha?
Yes. This still is a shock for me too since I saw the footage of it before they knew what happened. I love the NASA channel.

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