Mrs. De Hart
has heard of other incidents but the one that
remains most vividly in her mind is one she
witnessed herself. It happened in the
beginning of June, 1954.
"I was in the kitchen working on a new recipe
and not having much luck with it,” she said.
“So I decided to give up and go to bed as it
was about one o'clock in the morning.”
“I had just turned the lights out when the
whole room was lit up by a pink light coming
through the window. There's nothing near our
place that would make such a light and I
couldn't imagine what it would be, so I opened
the window wide and looked out.
"Right outside there was this strange thing
going by in the air. It looked metallic, like
highly polished aluminum, and it was shaped
like a big hat. Around the part where the band
would be, just above the brim, there were
three oval-shaped windows, or whatever they
really were, and that is where the light was
coming from. They were as bright as car
headlights, and each light had two colors.
Around the outside was a greenish color and
inside this, filling most of the light, was
the pink color that was coming through the
window. The colors reminded me of the inside
of an abalone shell.” (Somewhat stronger in
hue than mother-of-pearl).
While Mrs. De Hart was able to note general
details of the craft, including shadowy lines
on the surface that gave her the impression
they were seams between metal plates, it was
the light of the windows that held her
attention. In her “few seconds" of sighting
before the southbound craft moved out of view
on her left -- suggesting a speed of 50 m.p.h.
or so -- she noticed it travelled with an
undulating motion and the lights changed with
the same rhythm. As the object floated up the
lights brightened, and as it came down they
dimmed.
The witness remembers being able to stare at
the light without being bothered by the glare.
(Later with her husband's help, after
explaining where she saw it, she figured it
was about 100 feet up and 400 feet away). And
she remembers one other thing which blends
enchantingly into this story of almost
Oriental magic.
“I sometimes think my ears must have been
playing tricks," she said, "yet I feel sure it
really did happen. Each time the thing climbed
to the top of its wavy flight, I thought I
heard a faint sound coming from it. It sounded
like Chinese chimes.”
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