| ID | #1570543856 |
| Added | Tue, 08/10/2019 |
| Author | July N. |
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| Phenomena | |
| Status | Hypothesis
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From time to time my mother took our dog for a night walk to the parade ground (even the Park baseball and football fields). We went there because at the time it was repaired, and the fields were divided and enclosed. It gave us some opportunity to let the dog off the leash to break free for a change.
Playground is just across Parkside Avenue from Prospect Park. It's August 1965. I was ten years old.
The dog ran well, and once we saw that she was not going to run away, we relaxed and looked up to see the night sky, trying to find different constellations.
In those days street lights in Brooklyn radiated white light, not beige, which is now in use. If you went to the Park, you could get a decent view of the stars, but of course, if you were in the Northern part in the deep forest.
Suddenly, when I looked to my left, I saw what I first mentally equated to a submarine, maybe two floors above the ground higher than the six-storey building under it.
This thing is slow, steady and quiet, but huge. It is dark gray but not so gray as possible before it becomes black. It had no Shine.
The front part was round. I've seen pictures of submarines, and that's what came to mind. In fact the object was more like a very long drug capsule.
When he continued to fly past us, we saw his right side. It is a solid. It is a perfect and very long dark grey cylinder, and it just continued to move very slowly and steadily.
Obviously, we could not see its top.
It doesn't make sense, as my mother later found it. The best I can come up with is that my eyes saw a dark gray object, but my mind knew the cylinder emits light. The dark light!
It was not a blimp. There are no lights. Without sound. No Windows. Under no gondolas. There are no visible marks. No, nothing! It's just a cylinder 300 feet longer than an aircraft carrier "Fearless", now moored on the Hudson river!
This thing was so huge that even from the height above me (200 feet?) She was clearly visible. Enough to clearly see even the slightest imperfection, if any.
At the same time we were not in a panic. We were unusually serene. As if this is not so important. Maybe we were in a stupor.
Finally, the end of the ship passed. I ran to see him back. I have seen that it is the same round. To this day, I'm not sure whether it was square or similar arch. I am convinced that, at least, the bottom of the hole at the rear was flat, so it was a square or arched. I remember thinking that 3 buses can easily drive in at a time. On the other hand, I've seen the jets low over the ground at the approach to JFK airport and thought my cylinder was at least 3 times wider and the same height.
This is the only time I felt fear. I momentarily became worried that whoever is flying on that cylinder, could see me.
I ran to where I could see the other side of the cylinder. It is as perfect and unremarkable as the other side and the bottom.
For years I struggled with my memories of whether there was a tiny light, blue or red on the top hole in the back. I add this paragraph, but I'm not sure. Inside the opening it is absolutely black.
The cylinder was about 1200 feet (365,76 m) in length. I didn't know it at the time. When I fully saw cylinder, he "crossed" the Stratford road and the rear part of it was on Buckingham road. The distance between these streets on Caton Avenue, according to street maps is about 1200 feet.
I joined his mother in the original field, and we watched as this thing floats above the police station Prospect Park, heading West until it disappeared from sight about a half mile to the West of the Main entrance of the stadium. No newspaper, radio or television did not mention it. However, we are not even told my father!
When I first went online, I ran a search for "cylindrical UFO", and there are a lot of links. Even images! I wasn't too surprised because I know damn well what I saw was real, and other people must have also seen something.
I told some close friends. I think it's just one of those things that you have to see to believe.
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Original news
Every now and then, my mother and I would take our dog on his night walk to the Parade Ground, a flat park of baseball and football fields. We went there because at the time it was being renovated, and the fields were being partitioned and fenced. This gave us some confidence to allow the dog off the leash to run free for a change.
The Parade Ground is just across Parkside Avenue from Prospect Park. It is August, 1965. I am ten years old.
The dog was having a good run, and once we saw that he wasn’t about to run off completely, we relaxed and gazed upwards to view the night sky, trying to find various constellations.
In those days, the street lights in Brooklyn emitted a white light, and not the beige-looking type now in use. If you went to a park, you could get a decent view of the stars, but of course not anywhere near the view if you were upstate in deep woods.
Suddenly, as I looked to the left of me, I saw what I first mentally equated as a submarine perhaps two story’s off the ground higher than the six story buildings beneath it.
“Hey Mom, do you see what I see?” She did.
Here comes this thing, slow and steady and silent. It is huge. It is dark grey – not “battleship grey,” but as grey as can be before you rule it black. There is no shine to it.
The front of it was round; I’d seen pictures of submarines, and that is what came to mind. It is actually shaped more like a very long medicine capsule.
As it proceeded to float past us, we observed its right side. It is solid. It is a perfect and very long dark grey cylinder, and it just keeps coming very slowly and steadily.
Obviously, we can’t see the top of it, but so far, we see that even though it is almost black, we sense a light behind the darkness. This does not make sense, as my mother and I later reckoned. The best I can come up with is that my eyes saw dark grey, but my mind knew the cylinder was emitting light. Dark light!
This was no blimp. No lights. No sound. No windows. No gondola beneath. No visible markings. No nothing! It is just a cylinder 300 feet longer than the Intrepid aircraft carrier now docked in the Hudson River going by!
This thing was so huge, that even from the height above me, (200 Feet?) it was clearly visible; visible enough to see even the slightest imperfection clearly, if it had any.
At the same time, we are not in any panic. We are unusually serene. As if it’s no big deal somehow. Maybe we were in a stupor beyond awe.
Finally, the end of the ship passes. I ran to see the back of it. I see it is as round as the front with an opening in the center. To this day, I’m not sure if it was square or arch-like. I am convinced that at least the bottom of the opening in the back of it was flat, so it was square or arched. I remember thinking that 3 buses could easily drive inside at the same time. On the other hand, I’ve seen jets low to the ground on approach to JFK Airport, and thought that “my” cylinder was at least 3 times wider at the same height.
This is the only time I experience apprehension. I worry for a moment that whoever is flying this cylinder might see me.
I ran to where I could see the other side of the cylinder. It is exactly as perfect and unremarkable as the other side and the bottom.
I have been struggling with my memories for years as to whether there was a single tiny light, blue or red atop the opening in the back. I add this item, but I am not sure. Inside the opening it is absolutely pitch black.
The cylinder was in the order of 1200 feet long. I did not know this at the time. When I saw the cylinder completely, it was “crossing” Stratford Road, and the back of it was at Buckinham Road. The distance between these streets on Caton Avenue according to street maps is about 1200 feet.
I rejoined my mother in the original field, and we watched this thing float over the Prospect Park police station, heading west until it faded from sight about half a mile west of the Parade Ground. No newspaper, radio, or TV station mentioned it. For that matter, we didn’t even tell my father!
As I first accessed the Internet, I ran a search for “cylinder UFO,” and plenty of links came up. Even pictures! I wasn’t too surprised, because I know damn well what I saw was real, and other people must have seen something as well.
I told some close friends. They gave me the jaundiced eye. I could hardly blame them. I guess its just one of those things one must see to believe.
Thank you to the witness for the excellent and interesting report.
Hypotheses
The airship
The aircraft lighter than air, which is a combination of the balloon with the mover (usually a screw with an electric motor or internal combustion engine) and the system of the orientation control (steering control), through which the airship can move in any direction regardless of the direction of air flow.
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