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The Night of the Falling Stars…

Story ID:9478
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Family Memories
Location:Dillon Montana USA
Year:1940
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The Night of the Falling Stars…
By Chuck Dishno
2014

When I was a little boy in Bly, Oregon, it had to be around 1939 or 40, I got the scare of my young life. My mother and grandmother were next door attending an evening church service at the Methodist church. My dad had made his usual evening trip to the local beer joint, even though he didn't drink; he just liked to talk to his fellow loggers. I decided to stay home much to the chagrin of my mom and grandma.

It was winter and got dark really early so there were lots of stars in the cold sky. I loved to look at the night sky and marvel at the solid carpet of stars.

These were days long before yard lights and Bly had no street lights. There is nothing quite like it without the ambient lights of town diming the view. Darn all the yard lights.

I was standing out by my front fence when I saw a couple of falling stars. In a few minutes, there were more and each second seemed to bring more and more. I was fascinated for a few minutes but soon the entire sky seemed to be falling.This scared the heck out of me and I didn't know which way to run - to the church or to the beer joint. I finally decided to head into the house for protection as it was the closest. I could hear the singing at the church and knew mom would be home soon.

Inside the house it was dark but I headed for mom's bedroom which had a large and deep closet. I burrowed my way back into the far corner of that closet and began to recite the Lord’s Prayer as loud as I could. I don't know how long I had been in there but soon I heard mom coming into the bedroom wondering why I was praying so loud. She told me to come out and look at the beautiful spectacle that was unfolding outside. It took quite a bit of coaxing but she finally got me calmed down and we went outside just in time to see pop heading home to get us to see the star show.

It wasn't until the next day when the Klamath Falls newspaper came that told of the star show. It seemed that the earth had passed through and asteroid belt and all these small particles were burning up in the atmosphere. They called it “the night of the falling stars. I guess this happens quite frequently but once was enough for me.

On several occasions I have read about a similar occurrence that was going to happen that evening. I have gone outside and watched but never saw but a few falling stars. What a disappointment and also a relief as I no longer had my mom to protect me. I have always been ready though with the Lord's Prayer.