As I remember the story: Dad came back from a fishing trip with friends at Panguitch Lake, Utah, with a story about having seen a UFO. He told it to the family right away, but I never heard it again. My speculation: someone teased him about this ‘outrageous’ claim and he was embarrassed. He could be silenced by a threat of humiliation. Really sad, because this could have been a fine story to tell the great-grandchildren.
It was 40 years ago this summer that I had the chance to be part of the Reed Dance in Swaziland (now Eswatini). The best known part of the event is bare-breasted maidens dancing for the King. The was not my part – I was in the fully-clad married women’s group that danced for the Queen Mother. There were three of us non-Swazis who were invited to join in. It was an honor and a wonderful day.