Hey there. My name's Robert, calling from Oregon. I've got a story from 1950, and I figure it's about time I shared it with folks like you who might actually listen. So this happened on May 11th, 1950. I remember the date because it was right before Mother's Day that year. My wife Ellen and I were living on our farm just outside McMinnville. We'd been married about ten years at that point, working the land, raising some rabbits and chickens. Nothing fancy, just a simple life. That evening, I'd been inside the house. It was around seven thirty, maybe quarter to eight. Still light out, you know, spring evenings in Oregon. Ellen had gone out to feed the rabbits we kept in cages out back.
Next thing I know, Ellen's hollering for me to come outside. And I mean really yelling, like something urgent. So I drop what I'm doing and head out there, thinking maybe a coyote got after the chickens or something. But when I get outside, Ellen's just standing there pointing up at the sky. And I look up and I see it. This thing, hovering there, hovering objects are consistently reported - Miles' coming in from the northeast. It was metallic looking, disk shaped. Ellen said it looked like a parachute canopy without any strings, all silver bright with some bronze mixed in. That's a pretty good description, actually. I remember thinking right away, what the hell is that? It wasn't making any noise. No engine sound, nothing. Just moving slow and steady across the sky, maybe 200 or 300 feet up. Hard to judge the exact distance, but it wasn't that far away.
So I'm standing there watching this thing, and I realize we should get a picture of it. I mean, nobody's going to believe this otherwise, right? I tell Ellen to stay there and keep watching it, and I run back inside to grab our camera. We had this old folding Kodak, nothing special, but it had film in it. I get back outside with the camera, and thank God the thing's still there. It's moving a little to the west now, still silent, still steady. I line up a shot and take the first picture.[ My hands were shaking a bit, I'll admit that. I advance the film as fast as I can, and then I move a few steps to my right to get a different angle. The object started picking up speed at that point. Not racing away or anything, but definitely faster than before. I took the second shot, got it right as it was moving off toward the horizon. clear photos from different angles stand out - Quinn' Then it just kept going west until we couldn't see it anymore. The whole thing, from when Ellen first called me to when it disappeared, couldn't have been more than a minute or two. Maybe three at the most.
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