After reading your Canadian UFO Report I am
unable to resist writing about a little incident that happened to me in Duncan, BC away
back in 1908 when I was 12 years old. It is one thing in my life I shall never forget.
As we had never heard of UFOs or flying
saucers in those days, I have never claimed to have seen one until I heard just recently
that an old neighbor of ours, Mrs. Campbell, claimed to have seen a UFO away back in the
early days and I think it would have been about the same year that I saw mine. She
described it almost exactly the same as mine but like me she didn't tell anyone - that is,
I did tell my young friends and was considered a little bit - well, you know - ever since.
We lived the good life in those days, close
to the river on three acres, with a cow, chickens etc. but no electric light, no running
water, no phone nor cars, and nothing ever flew without wings - except maybe the thistle
It was a beautiful evening in later summer
and after supper we had all gone for a walk down to the river and, as it was quite dark
coming home, I ran on ahead of the others to shut the chicken-yard door (lots of mink and
'coons around so it had to be tight) which was well out of sight of the others.
As I was about to shut the door the whole
opening was filled with a flash of very bright light. I jumped back stunned, my eyes on
the light. It rose on an angle to about 30 feet, judging by trees in the background, and
then it changed to a dark mass with a cluster of red, blue and green lights on it, not
bright enough to cast a glow. And then in a changed direction it moved quite slowly for
maybe 200 or 300 feet and just disappeared. There was no sound or heat that I remember.
I was absolutely in a panic. I ran into the
dark house and lay down on the floor under a window so the thing couldn't see me, I
suppose - but that's panic!
When the rest of them came into the house I
got up off the floor but was quite unable to speak, and I couldn't tell anyone about it
for weeks afterward and then only to my young friends and was ridiculed and considered a
bit queer after that - and surely felt queer, too!
My neighbor's sighting was different from
mine only in that hers was on the ground, but it moved away horizontally and disappeared
as mine did. Both seemed to need urgently to avoid us. But what on earth could that thing
have been doing in our chicken-yard?
I wonder if any other old-timers around
there have seen any such thing and I wonder also about Angel Hair!
We were coming home from school between
Duncan's Hill and Mr. Robertson's Indian Office when we noticed that the air was filled
with the long strings of something white drifting down from the sky. It was after the
thistle seeds had finished their flight, so the time would be late summer, too. We tried
to catch them but there was nothing there, and there were none on the ground either. I was
too young to wonder about it much, and I never remember hearing any explanation.
I wonder if anyone around there remembers
that. I don't know why it stays in my memory.
So that is the story of My Funny Foo and the
greatest mystery of my life.