Something happened on March 1, 1932, between 7:30 and 10 p.m., at the home of Colonel Charles Lindbergh, the first man to fly across the Atlantic Ocean alone, our bravest and greatest pilot, an American hero.
Something happened on that stormy night, as the wind howled outside his house on Sourland Mountain, while the Colonel and Mrs. Lindbergh were reading and sipping tea and Wahgoosh, their terrier, lay curled at their feet.
Something happened to their little baby-Charles Lindbergh Jr., just 20 months old-while he was sleeping upstairs in his room, while the butler was polishing silver and the maid was doing dishes.
Something happened on that stormy night, as the wind howled outside his house on Sourland Mountain, while the Colonel and Mrs. Lindbergh were reading and sipping tea and Wahgoosh, their terrier, lay curled at their feet.
Something happened to their little baby-Charles Lindbergh Jr., just 20 months old-while he was sleeping upstairs in his room, while the butler was polishing silver and the maid was doing dishes.
