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CONTRIBUTED BY: Sandy Barbre

December 17, 1990

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The following was taken from a newspaper from Springfield, Missouri,

dated Sunday, December 9th, 1990. The name of the newspaper I think,

is the NEWS-LEADER and article is in the section called Ozarks Accent.

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TITLED: NOTED EXPERT FINDS ACCOUNT CONVINCING.

BY: Mike O'Brien

What sets Gerald Anderson apart from the thousands of other

American's, including scores of Ozarkers, who say they've seen

UFO's or even insist they've been kidnapped by creatures from

outer space?

Why are Gerald Anderson's childhood recollections stirring

international interest among UFO researchers whose reputations

have been built on healthy skepticism and willingness to

debunk hoaxes?

Because of little things he has to say and how he says them.

Stanton Friedman, a nuclear physicist who has lectured on more

than 600 college campuses about UFOs, describes Anderson as "a

really significant, potentially the most important" witness to

what both men believe was the aftermath of one of two space

craft crashes in New Mexico in mid-summer 1947.

Friedman is co-authoring a book based upon several years of

painstaking investigation into the haunting mystery. He was

startled, upon meeting Anderson for the first time only a few

months ago, to hear the Springfieldian echo details of the yet

to be published research.

"There's no way he could know some of these things unless he

had been there at the time," Friedman believes.

Example: only days before first talking with Anderson,

Friedman coaxed a heretofore reluctant New Mexico mortician

into recounting a run-in he'd had in 1947 with an especially

unpleasant red-headed captain who was heading up a team

recovering bodies from a hush-hush aircraft crash. Anderson,

too, spoke of a red-headed captain with a mean disposition.

Friedman says the descriptions of the ornery officer provided

by the two match precisely, although Anderson and the mortician

never have met.

In sketches of the desert crash scene drawn by Anderson in

Springfield following a hypnosis, a lonely windmill appears in

the distance. When Friedman later arranged for Anderson to

return to New Mexico to pinpoint the long-ago crash site, no

such windmill could be see on the horizon-- until, almost by

accident, the windmill was spotted behind tress that had grown

up during the 43 years since Anderson was last there.

"I got shivers over that one," says John Carpenter, who has

extensively debriefed Anderson over the past 4 months and went

along on Anderson's return trip to New Mexico in October.

Carpenter holds degrees in psychology and psychiatric social

work from DePauw and Washington universities and trained in

clinical hypnosis at the Menninger Institute. He's in his

12th year of work at a psychiatric hospital facility in

Springfield.

"When Gerald tells his story, it's not just a story -- it's

his life he's telling you, intermixed with his feelings and

his beliefs and all that is Gerald," Carpenter says.

"When someone is spinning a hoax or tale, they only give you

enough to raise your curiosity. Not Gerald. He gives you

everything, in detail, much more than you ask him for. He'd

be setting himself up to be found out if it wasn't true. He's

so confident, he goes so much further than a hoaxer would ever

dare."

Carpenter puts great stock in Anderson's recountings under

hypnosis. "It's what he didn't say that was significant."

Carpenter says, explaining that despite clever prodding,

Anderson never committed a hoaxer's mistake of "recalling"

something that shouldn't be a part of his own memory.

"And when he's under hypnosis, all the bigger, adult words

drop out when he describes events from his childhood,"

Carpenter found. "He relates what he was in child-like

terms."

Carpenter also detected "genuine amazement" when Anderson

heard what had been dredged from his subconscious memory under

hypnosis. "The look on his face was priceless when he realized

he'd produced details he'd forgotten on a conscious level so

long ago."

Most subtle but perhaps most telling, in Carpenter's view, was

Anderson's reaction to being accepted as a viable witness to

an extraordinary encounter with a spacecraft and creatures from

beyond Earth.

"He was so grateful at being taken seriously. You could see

the relief and release after all those years, and the great

hope that other people would take him seriously too, once and

for all."

Ironically, Friedman points to Gallup Poll results indicating

that 60 percent of Americans who have college degrees say they

believe UFOs are real. With such a receptive constituency,

why would government officials persist in what Friedman calls

the "Cosmic Watergate" -- the cover-up and denial of the New

Mexico crashes? Perhaps, some speculate, because it would be

too embarrassing now to admit that some supposedly made-in-USA

technologies actually were plagiarized from confiscated

spacecraft.

Friedman emphasizes that he's not as interested in uncovering

past misdeeds as he is in encouraging future progress.

"I believe we should have an 'Earthling" orientation rather

than nationalistic orientation. The easiest way to

demonstrate the wisdom of this is to prove that life forms

from other planets are coming here. If we can do that, then

everyone will be forced to look at our world differently, as a

part of a galactic neighborhood."

-+-----end.

The second part of the Springfield newspaper, dated December 9th,

1990 is as follows:

Titled: Fact or Fantasy? Springfieldian seeks validation of UFO

encounter 43 years ago.

Written by: Mike O'Brien

ALSO NOTE: the actual newspaper article shows a scene of the UFO

crash drawn by Gerald Anderson and also a sketch of a creature he

believes was a visitor from another galaxy.

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To a 5-year-old kid from Indianapolis, the mountains and mesas

and vast scrubland surrounding Albuquerque seemed an alien world.

"I was in awe" recalls Gerald Anderson of his arrival in New

Mexico with his family in July 1947. "I was in the wild

frontier. There were real, live Indians out there."

Then says Anderson, on his second day in the Southwest he

bumped into real,live creatures from a truly alien world.

There were four -- two dead, on dying, one apparently

uninjured. The creatures were about 4 feet tall, with heads

disproportionately large for their bodies by human measure and

almond-shaped, coal black eyes. They huddled in the shadow of

50-ft-diameter silver disk - a "flying saucer" that had crashed

into a low hillside on the rim of what locals call the Plains of

San Augustin.

Anderson, a former police chief at Rockaway Beach and Taney

County deputy sheriff who now works as a security officer in

Springfield, is adamant about events on the hot midsummer day so

long ago.

"I saw them. I even touched one of the creatures. I put my

hand on their ship. And I wasn't alone - my dad, my uncle, my

brother and my cousin all saw the same things. And so did a lot

of other people. But they aren't talking.

Anderson is talking, publicly, after 43 years of silence.

Among those listening most intently are some of the foremost

researchers into unidentified flying object (UFO phenomena.

These experts say Gerald Anderson appears to be an important link

in a frustratingly fragmented chain of evidence concerning the

most famous - or infamous - chapter in UFO annals: the so called

"Roswell Incident."

No one denies that "something" happened in July 1947 in

central New Mexico, cradle of U.S. nuclear and rocket technology.

However, military authorities insist reports of strange craft in

the sky and bizarre wreckage on the ground were traced at the time

to an errant weather balloon and other manmade or natural

circumstance.

Nonetheless, over the years, persistent whispered rumors grew

into published articles and books, even movies, which fanned

speculation that what actually occurred was a visit by creatures

from another planet - an intergalactic expedition that turned to

tragedy on the high desert and then into a massive cover-up in the

highest circles of the U.S. government.

Anderson says he was unaware of ongoing fascination and

controversy over the strange episode from his childhood until one

evening this past January when he was flipping through channels

on his television set and stumbled across the popular program

"Unsolved Mysteries."

"I wasn't looking for any unsolved mysteries - I have enough

mysteries in my life that are unsolved, and I don't need any

more," Anderson jokes. He is a burly, barrel-chested man

standing 6-4 and carrying a muscular 250-plus pounds, with

reddish hair and a ruddy complexion creased from easy laughter.

"But, bingo! On comes this story, and everything was wrong,"

Anderson recalls of the TV show. On sudden impulse, he dialed an

800 phone number that flashed onto the screen. "I guess I figured

that if people were still interested in this thing, they might as

well get it straight" is the only explanation he can muster for

speaking up after years of keeping mostly mum on the matter.

"These people don't know what they're talking about," Anderson

told the operator on the other end of the long-distance line.

"The shape of the craft is totally wrong. 'And how do you know

that, sir?" she asked. ' I saw it, I was there,' I told her.

"Whoa!" she said. "There are some people who will want to talk to

you...'"

Anderson's phone soon was ringing with calls from UFO

researchers around the country. One in particular, Stanton

Friedman, a nuclear physicist and popular lecturer who had

advised the "Unsolved Mysteries" producers, was struck by

correlations between Anderson's recollections and obscure

details Friedman uncovered while sleuthing for a book to be

published next year.

Friedman, who lives in Canada, contacted John Carpenter, a

Springfield professional therapist who in his spare time serves as a

director of investigations for the local chapter of Mutual UFO

Network, a nationwide organization of UFO researchers. At Friedman's

request, Carpenter conducted extensive in person interviews of

Anderson, including sessions under hypnosis.

The results excited Friedman. "Powerful stuff!" he exclaimed upon

hearing interview tapes. Friedman arranged airline tickets for

Anderson and Carpenter to join him in New Mexico to pinpoint the crash

site.

Anderson says the flight was his first return to New Mexico in more

than a quarter-century. After pointing the pilot of a chartered

helicopter to a spot in the desert 75 air miles southwest of

Albuquerque, Anderson gazed at a hillside, strewn with boulders the

size of Volkswagens and dotted with a few gnarled pinion trees, that

he says he saw in the summer of 1947.....

A NEW HOME

The Anderson family arrived in Albuquerque from Indiana on July 4,

1947. they took up temporary residence at the home of one of Gerald's

uncles, Guy Anderson. Gerald's father, Glen, was about to take a job

as a master machinist involved in nuclear weapons design at the

super-secret Sandia base on the outskirts of town.

The next day, another uncle, Ted, struck up a conversation with

Gerald's older brother Glen Jr., who was on leave from the Marine

Corps. Glen Jr. was a rockhound, and his uncle piqued the young

Marine's enthusiasm with talks of gorgeous stones just waiting to be

collected in the desert.

" Ted told my brother, ' I know where there's plenty of moss agate.'

So we all piled into a 1940 Plymouth - Uncle Ted, my cousin Victor

(Ted's 8 year old son), my brother, Glen, my dad and myself. We went

out into this area where the moss agate was supposed to be - followed

two ruts into the desert, bounced along out there for a while, and

ended up on top of a ridgeline. We parked the car and started to walk

down an arroyo (gully) and dry creek bed and out onto the plains.

A STRANGE DISCOVERY

"But we came around a corner and right there in front of us stuck

into the side of this hill, was a silver disc. There were some

remarks like"There's a crash up here! Something's crashed up here!

And then someone saying 'That's a goddamn spaceship!"

"We all went up there to it. There were three creatures, three

bodies, lying on the ground underneath this thing in the shade. Two

weren't moving and the third one obviously was having trouble

breathing, like when you have broken ribs. There was a fourth one

next to it, sitting there on the ground. There wasn't a thing wrong

with it, and it apparently had been giving first aid to the others.

Anderson animatedly acts out the fourth creature's reaction when

the family members approached. "It recoiled in fear, like it thought

we were going to attack it," anderson recounts, covering his face with

crossed arms. The adults tried to repeatedly to communicate with the

frightened creature, Anderson says, but there was no audible response

to greetings spoken in English and Spanish.

A few minutes after the Anderson clan happened upon the bizarre

scene, six other people arrived - five college students and their

teacher. They'd been working on an archaeological dig around cliff

dwellings a few miles away and had decided to hike over after seeing

what they thought was a firey meteor crashing the night before. The

professor, a Dr. Buskirk, tried several foreign languages in

unsuccessful attempts to coax a verbal response from the creature,

Anderson says.

The sun had climbed to a midday peak by this time and recalls

anderson, "to a kid from Indiana, it was hot brother, let me tell

you." He chugged a chocolate flavored soft drink an hour earlier and

the sweet soda pop was churning uncomfortably in his stomach. so he

sought shelter in the shadow of the spacecraft.

"It was 115 (degrees) out there that day. But around the craft,

when you got close to it, it was cold. When you touched the metal, it

felt just like it came out of a freezer."

SOMETHING WASN'T RIGHT

Anderson also touched one of the creatures lying motionless on the

ground - and it, too was cold. In his child's mind, he had thought

the figures looked like dolls. But when he felt the cold skin, " I

knew something wasn't quite right. Yuck!.

Anderson says he ran to the crest of a nearby knoll to take stock.

A pickup truck arrived on the ridge, and a fellow whom researchers

believe was a civil engineer named Barney Barnett joined the curious

audience. "I remember thinking he looked like Harry Truman. In 1947,

every kid knew what Harry Truman looked like," Anderson says.

After a few minutes, Anderson summoned the courage to again creep

close to the strange saucer. It was then more chilling than the

surface of the craft of the skin of the corpse; The upright creature

turned and looked right at me and it was like he was inside my head -

as if he was doing my thinking, as if his thoughts were in my head."

Anderson remembers a mental sensation of falling and tumbling

end-over-end. "I felt that thing's fear, felt its depression, felt its

loneliness. I relived the crash. I know the terror it went through.

That one look told me everything that quickly," he says with a snap of

his fingers.

Other things began happening quickly about this time, Anderson

says. A contingent of armed soldiers suddenly appeared. The

creature, which had calmed down after its initial fright, "went crazy"

at the sight of the soldiers. Thinking back on the creature's plight

today brings on the "awfulest, horrible feeling," Anderson says.

"His situation was hopeless. He knew it. He'd just lived through a

nightmare that most of us wouldn't be able to psychologically stand.

He'd watched two of his crew, his friends or maybe even his family

die. He's watching another one die. He knows there's no chance of

rescue, because the military is here and his people aren't going to be

able to get him.

"God only knows how far away from home he was, and he knew he was

never going to see - if they have loved ones - his loved ones again.

He was totally alone on a hostile planet, and the only people who

where showing him kindness were being run off by the military at

weapon-point.

"As a kid, I was aware of what being afraid of the dark was like.,

and the feeling I got from him was that feeling multiplied a million

times. It was scary. It was terrifying.

SOLDIERS ON THE SCENE

Anderson says he lost sight of the creature as the soldiers swarmed

over the site. The civilians were brusquely shoved from the craft.

Anderson remembers shouts and threats. His uncle Ted threw a punch at

one of the GIs. "Things got very tense, very dangerous," Anderson

says. "The soldiers ushered us out of there very unceremoniously.

Their attitude, to describe it at best, was uncivilized."

Anderson has an especially vivid memory of a tough-talking red

haired Army captain and an equally gruff black sergeant. "They told

my dad and my uncle, who also worked at Sandia, that if they were ever

to divulge anything about this - it was a secret military aircraft,

they said - then us kids would be taken away and they'd never see us

again." It seems an outrageous threat in hindsight, Anderson

concedes. But at the time, he reminds, "These people had machine guns

and you listened to what they said."

Another recollection strikes Anderson as odd today: The soldiers

didn't appear surprised about the otherwordly craft and creatures.

they didn't gawk, slack-jawed and awe-struck as the Andersons had

done. "The soldiers weren't saying, 'Gee, look at that!" They were

very cognizant of what they were looking at. They knew what it was.

And it soon became apparent, Anderson says, that the Army knew what

it wanted to do with the find. "there was a battalion of military, a

real invasion force, when we got back up on the hilltop. There were

trucks, there were airplanes - they had the road blocked off and they

were landing on it. They had radio communications gear set up. There

were ambulances, and more soldiers with weapons."

In the days that followed, all of New Mexico was abuzz with talk of

strange lights in the sky, strange echos on radar, strange doings in

the desert. On July 7, new reports told of remnants of an

unidentified aircraft found by a rancher near the town of Roswell,

N.M. about 150 miles east of the hillside where the Anderson's

stumbled upon the saucer.

Although several witnesses said it was like nothing they'd ever

seen before, military officers insisted the metallic pieces came from

an ordinary weather balloon.....

A WEATHER BALLOON?

Forty three years later, Anderson smiles wryly when reminded of the

Army's pronouncement, "A lot of people wondered why, if it was just a

weather balloon, the military put the pieces under armed guard and

flew them in a B-29 to Wright Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio," he

observes.

Anderson believes the wreckage scattered near Roswell and the

barely damaged saucer on the Plains of San Augustin are connected.

"There was a gash in the side of the disc we saw, like it had been

crushed in," he says. "The contour of the craft would fit into that

gash perfectly - like another one of these things had hit it. I think

two of these discs had a mid-air collision. One exploded and feel in

pieces near Roswell, and the other crash-landed where we found it.

With all evidence confiscated and the military steadfastly sticking

by the weather balloon explanation, the story faded from the news by

July's end. And Gerald Anderson says he tucked away the memory as he

grew into manhood. "I learned you just don't go up to the average

person on the street and say, "Damn, know what I saw?" The guy will

go, "Get away from me, fool! Are you crazy?" In later life, he

didn't mention it even to his wife until a few years after their

marriage.

Anderson joined the Navy in the late 1950s and served a dozen years

in posts around the globe. He lived for a few years in Colorado,

working as a paramedic and working toward a college degree in

microbiology. In 1979, he moved to Missouri to better raise his

daughter away from what he terms the "druggy" atmosphere of Denver.

In addition to his law enforcement posts, Anderson has worked for two

southwest Missouri trucking firms as a driver and instructor.

Anderson also has been active in the Episcopal Church. He recently

was elected to the vestry at Ascension Episcopal in Springfield and is

studying toward becoming a deacon. A gold crucifix - a cross

complete with a figure of the martyred Christ affixed to it -

suspended from a chain around Anderson's neck is testimony to his

faith.

NO CONFLICT IN BELIEFS

Although he concedes his account might make some fellow churchgoers

uncomfortable, Anderson sees no conflict between what he saw with his

eyes and what he believes in his heart: "When you're talking about

the concept of God, you have to be talking in the context of a

universal situations, a deity that built the whole universe. And why

should we assume that this speck of sand in the backwater of space

would be the only place that an all-perfect, almighty God could create

life?"

In fact, Anderson says he "wouldn't be one bit surprised to find

out that, wherever this creature came from, there they have a very

strong concept of a supreme being. Because of my contact with the

creature showed a high degree of civilized sophistication, gentleness,

compassion - all of the things we hold as ideals."

Of the five anderson men who ventured into the desert that day in

1947, only Gerald is still alive. Age, illness and accidents claimed

the other four in recent years. But not only andersons were at the

scene, Gerald says, and he hopes his decision to come forth, albeit

belated, will encourage others to tell what they know and spur

official revelations about the captured craft and creatures.

"I want to see the government stand up and say, 'Look, we're not

alone in the universe.

Let's make a 'Star Trek' really happen. Let's do go out there and

explore the universe. That may be our only salvation. Because with

what's doing to this Earth, we're not going to make it much past the

year 2000."

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