My parents, ten and eleven years old,
residing on different sides of Jefferson Township,
and listening to the radio during or after supper,
heard the live report of the sudden explosion,
and then the complete engulfment in inflamation.
Who could have suspected that this could be
an excellent metaphor or simile
of what that housepainter was to bring upon Germany?
Starward
An imaginative take on the
An imaginative take on the horrific event, and yes, it very much seemed like a prophetic metaphor of what was to come. An interesting look back.
Thank you, although
Thank you, although admittedly, I came up short by not recognizing the exact date a couple of days ago. Yesterday morning, I also watched an interesting documentary in which an amateur photographer's film of the explosion had been found in an attic or such, and offered a rather interesting perspective other than the "classical" network footage that become associated with the crash. I was struck by the way the amateur film emphasized the dismal appearance of the daylight that afternoon, making the Hindenburg appear more like a ghost ship. That added a very eerie quality to the view.
Starward