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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.   
      
   -+--------------   
      
   TITLED:  NOTED EXPERT FINDS ACCOUNT CONVINCING.   
   BY: Mike O'Brien   
      
      What sets Gerald Anderson appart 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, decribes 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, upoln 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 mortican   
      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 wa 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.   
      Capenter 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   
      enought to reaise 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."   
      Caprenter says, explaining that despite clever prodding,   
      Anderson never commited 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   
      hynosis.  "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 extrordinary 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 coverup 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 wisdome of this is to prove that lifeforms   
      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."   
      Ozarkers wishing to learn more about UFO research may attend   
      meetings of the local chapter fo the national Mutual UFO   
      Network.  The next MUFON gather is scheduled for 7pm Tuesday,   
      Jan 29, in the private meeting room at Mr. Gatti's Pizza, 1508   
      E. Battlefield Rd.   
   -+-----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 newpaper 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.   
   -+-------------begin story--------------   
      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 Agustin.   
      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, pubicly, 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 bizare 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 occured was a visit by creatures   
   from another planet - an intergalactic expedition that turned to   
   tragedy on the high desert and then into a massive coverup 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 rudy 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.  "Thee 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.   
   -+----- continued ----------   
      
      
      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 orgainization 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 Carpent 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 poining 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 talkes 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 piked 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!  Somthing's crashed up here! And   
   then someone saying 'That's a goddam 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 archeological 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."   
   -+----continued----------   
      
      
   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 colk 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 agin 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 afriad 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 dangerious," 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 outrageious 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 awestruck 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.  Thee were   
   trucks, there wre airplanes - they had the road blocked off and they   
   wre 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.....   
   -+-------continued-------------   
      
      
   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 Agustin 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   
   parmedic 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?"   
      
           
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