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Sunday, March 13, 2016

Memories from Honor's Night, January 2004. Theater Imaginarim.

Space Center Archives
Honor's Night. January 2004 Part I

Hello Troops,
I was digging around in a box of old photos looking for something to post in today's Troubadour and came across a few pictures from Honor's Night, January 2004.  I don't believe these paper faces have seen the light of day in twelve years.  Let's see what we find. 

 
     Before we start with Honor's Night, I'd like to show you a photo of a young Fish, David Kyle Herring, tinkering around with the Space Center's newest simulator, the Galileo I. This photograph was taken in 1999. The Galileo I was David Kyle's brain child. He built the first version at Sunset View Elementary in Provo. We purchased the simulator from the school and moved it piece by piece to Pleasant Grove where it could be properly used. David Kyle came with the Galileo as a package deal; and what a God send he was for me. Kyle became my right hand man. He made running the Space Center 100% easier and manageable, not to mention the brains and brawn for the Magellan, Phoenix, and Galileo II.    



     By brilliant reasoning, I deduce the program took place in Central School's gym.  The table holds the "Honor's" ready to be bestowed to a few lucky and well deserving volunteers and staff.  In this photo, I'm seen shaking hands with Randy Jepperson. He's not holding an award so the reason for the handshake must be that five year pin attached to his blue shirt collar.  Randy was awesome. I'm sure you old timers in the Space Center community would agree. 
  

     Jake Hoglund, Austin (someone correct me if I'm wrong with these names - after all, it's been twelve years), and a very young Stacy Carroll.  The three of them just earned their 500 point Lorraine Houston pillowcases and thus inducted into the Esteemed Society of Pillowed Volunteers.  
     I look very Donald Trump don't I?  I tend to ham up these award photos - you know, class them up a bit by looking like a man with purpose.  Actually, I'm just wanting to get the program over so I can go home and watch my British comedies.  



      I'm trying for a humble greatness in this photo. I'm with Josh Babb and Austin (?). Austin is holding has pillowcase, Josh is up there for a reason, but I can't tell it is. Maybe it's his 1000 point blanket.  Maybe he just felt left out and wanted to be part of the program. I'm not sure.

  
     Kevin Anderson looks pleased having earned one of my space shuttle patches for a job well done.  I'm wearing my Mickey Mouse tie. I still have it and wear it from time to time at Renaissance. Spilling a meal on a tie is the only reason I stop wearing it.  Outdatedness isn't a factor in any of my wardrobe decisions, as many of you know.   



     Jeremiah Robinson and ? (help me with the name) standing to receive their black shirt and formally initiated into the Black Shirts (not to be confused with Mussolini's fascist semi-military organization of the same name).  Being Black Shirted was your official welcome into the world of Voyager volunteering.  Getting a black shirt meant your training and observing time was over. It meant you were weight, measured, and found not too annoying.      



     Here he is showing a complete lack of respect to the award given.  Yes, Josh Webb is his name and the award in his hand was for outstanding service to the Space Center. I didn't ham it up in this photo knowing I'd be outclassed in that department by Josh.  



     Kevin Anderson and Bryce Redd standing to receive their Lorraine Houston Overnight Camp Blanket.  Back in the day you counted yourself lucky to survive volunteering and staffing long enough to earn a Lorraine blanket. I'm even looking surprised. Great Job Bryce and Kevin!   


     Not only did Bryce get a Lorraine original, he also got to stand in a photo with the great and powerful Lorraine herself.  He's overwhelmed, as evident in his expression. I'm having to brace him from toppling. He thanked me later saying his knees were shaking so hard he wasn't sure he'd make it through the photo. 
     OK, this takes us to the end of the first set of photos. There are more to come. I know many of you suffer from a debilitating short attention span so I thought to break it up a bit.  

It's time for The Imaginarium!

Mr. Williamson


Theater Imaginarium

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