This is the house that I lived in.
I came here when my two youngest sons
were probably ten, 12 years old.
This is where they were wrestling.
And they looked up, and they saw it...
and ran in to their grandmother
who was babysitting for my two younger ones.
And she didn't believe them,
and she said not to tell me...
because she didn't want to upset me.
And I came home from that experience
and said, "I'm not gonna tell them because I don't want to frighten them."
So when you people called and said you were gonna do this,
I called my son and I said,
"Guess what? Years ago, I saw this--"
He said, "Mother, we saw that too."
And I said, "But you didn't tell me."
He said, "But you didn't tell us."
So all these years,
we never spoke of it.
-I'm Jane Green.
I've lived in Great Barrington since I was 12 years old.
We were a prominent family because of our store.
We had the, uh, oldest Rexall pharmacy in the, uh, Northeast.
In this small town, you know,
if somebody changes their diet from a donut to a roast beef sandwich,
everybody in town knows it.
My name's Tom Warner.
The house I'm in now, we've been in for six generations,
my son being the sixth generation.
We've had this same very house since 1835.
I was the youngest of seven children.
A lot of things were happening back in 1969.
America was really changing rapidly.
Ten years old, you're changing too.
My mother, uh, was from Hollis, Queens.
So, we had been, uh, raised in more of a city environment.
When we moved here, it was more or less to...
assure a nice upbringing for the family.
You know, this Norman Rockwell feel.
I had recently acquired a little restaurant
called The Village Green in the middle of Sheffield,
which was kind of a place where a lot of people gathered and met.
I was a single mother and I was trying very hard to...
give the boys an idyllic kind of a life.
I never felt like I belonged here.
I always felt that there was...
uh, I was... meant for something else.
In 1969, I would've been just under ten.
My name is Melanie Kirchdorfer.
I've lived here since 1957.
I was 12 years old in 1969.
As kids, we would spend a lot of time on the Main Street.
We were pretty wild.
My sister and I had a friend that would steal cigarettes from her mom.
So we wanted to go share a cigarette together that weekend.
We did not want to get in a car with our parents,
and get ice cream.
It was the last thing we wanted to do.
I still to this day think about September 1st, 1969.
My whole life changed right here.
This was a-- a moment that forever changed my life.
Something weird took place here.
We were a part of it.
Fifty years ago, man.
Fifty years ago.
Feels like it was just yesterday.
It was...
just beyond dusk, it was getting really dark...
and I, uh, was coming back from, uh, Stockbridge to Great Barrington.
The only person in the car with me was Mary DeGrace,
who's passed away now.
She was my-- my girlfriend.
We were just the two of us.
We were driving down and I saw a lot of lights,
and I said, "There must have been an accident.
There must be a lot of police cars up there.
Look at all the lights."
As I got closer, I couldn't even drive anymore,
because the lights were so bright.
So I pulled over to the side
and I noticed the car in front of us pulled off to the side too.
And I got out of the car.
My girlfriend got out of the car too.
I will never-- If I get Alzheimer's,
the one thing that'll stick in my mind, what happened.
This huge object floated right there.
And I couldn't see the end of it from the right or from the left.
I can't tell you whether it was bronze,
or whether it was silver, whether it was gold.
It was immense.
And it was tall, but the-- the bottom part--
I didn't see windows. I didn't see any--
And most of all, there was no noise.
There was no motor. There was nothing. It just was there.
And these lights were coming, and I-- and I just looked at it.
And within a period of seconds...
it lifted up, went this way,
lifted up again, and went over the mountain.
It was Labor Day. It was hot.
It was a real hot day.
I remember exactly where I was.
I was doing artwork, coloring.
My medium back then was Crayola.
I'd always go next door to the Shaws',
and Debbie, who was Jane's sister, would always, you know,
instruct me how to stay in the lines and all that stuff.
He always colored with my sister, who was four years older than Tommy.
"Tommy. Tommy!
Stay in the lines!
I said, 'Stay in the lines!'"
And that's what she would do with him.
I've seen Tommy since the day he was, you know,
brought home from the hospital.
That night that he ran out, it scared the living heck out of us.
Before I know it, it was getting a little later, and...
after I did the coloring, I walked over to this window.
And this voice told me,
"You need to go home now."
Uh...
It just scared the daylights out of me.
I mean, it was like commanding me to go home.
And I said to Debbie, I said, "Debbie, I have to go home."
And she goes, "Why?" I said, "I don't know.
Maybe God's talking to me from those clouds. I don't know."
And so, I start bolting out the door.
I could just feel this energy that was inside me,
that-- that was like fear from the mental telepathy
that I just experienced.
And my whole desire
just to get from this point here to my house.
And I was running full speed.
And I remember just feeling like I was flying at this point.
And he was, like, running right here...
in place.
Just constantly, for about five minutes, he was running in place.
I was running, but I wasn't moving.
I just got a-- a feeling that something was wrong.
And I didn't know what it was, but it-- it just gave me chills.
Off to my left, there was a rock, and there was a path,
and we were right on the path here, and the rock was just off to my left.
And as I turned slowly, I turned...
and a UFO dropped right out of the sky, right in front of me.
And a beam came on me.
And as the light was on me, my hands jerked back, like this.
And it's like air got sucked out of me.
The light came around him
this way, towards his left.
And the next thing I know, he disappeared.
And in a blink, in a flash, I was gone.
"Where did Tommy go?
Can't find him."
We went to the Dairy Queen
to get our ice cream,
and then we went up to Lake Mansfield.
My father backed into the parking lot.
And this brilliant, bright aura came around.
I get goosebumps thinking about it.
And he looked up and he said, "Holy shit!"
And my mother is like, "Oh, Joey!"
And all of us kids are like,
"What-- What is that?" and start screaming.
He's like, "Oh, we gotta chase this."
And I'm like, "No, no, no, please don't, please don't."
And my mother's like, "Oh, it's just a shooting star. It's just..."
And I'm like, "It's not just a shooting star.
Dad, please don't chase it. Please don't chase it."
And he starts chasing it.
My sister and I, we were, like, shaking.
She said she doesn't remember...
anything after that.
But I remember levitating.
And then I remember being on a-- on a ship.
I remember being...
laid out on it.
That's when I saw Melanie.
It was the only face I remember.
She just was crouched to my right.
I don't remember seeing him.
But he said he remembered seeing my eyes.
And that I was really scared.
The look of "Oh, my God" fear.
I was in a room with just young people.
There were, like, children.
And then, they would just disappear one by one, by one.
And then I woke up,
and I was out at the lake, by myself.
And then I had to walk home.
The next thing I know,
I'm being laid down at the other end of the property over here.
And, uh, you can describe it as, if you laid down a baby onto the ground.
Just like that.
And when I looked up, there was a beam on me.
And with the beam on me,
my brother, was in back of me, and he said, "Run!"
And I couldn't run.
I said, "I can't. The beam's holding me on the ground."
And then, mental telepathy said, "I'll be done in a minute."
And in a minute, the light beam went off.
I rolled just slightly to my right.
I stood up like this.
I looked up, I turned around.
And it was gone.
By the time they picked him up, or whatever they did,
and put him over here,
it was seven minutes.
I did not know Tom Warner.
I was older than him. We ran with different crowds.
When I met Tom for the first time,
I felt an immediate connection to him.
It was weird. It was very weird.
'Cause I'd lived here my whole life and I'd never really met him.
And now I feel like he's a brother to me.
On, uh, September 1st, 1969,
I was riding in a horse show.
It was a blistering hot day. I remember that.
It was very hot, even for... that time of year.
The saddle came loose, I was holding on for dear life,
and a few people came in to slow down the horse and stop it.
And I had to run out and grab him.
At that point she felt so thankful that I didn't get trampled or something,
she said, "You know what? Let's go to dinner."
And so we got to the diner...
and, uh, it was running late, it was almost 9 o'clock,
and it was almost bedtime.
And so they decided to take the bridge,
the shortcut home, through the Sheffield Bridge.
Now, as we started through the covered bridge,
Thomas was in the backseat with Matthew, his younger brother.
He loved those little, uh... what do you call them?
Fireballs. Hot, brown things.
And he was gonna give one to Matthew.
And my mother heard that and she turned around and she said...
"He could choke. Don't give that to him. He's too young."
And when she turned around, facing the back of the...
the-- the station wagon,
she noticed what looked like a light,
rising from the banks of the Housatonic River.
And as we exited the bridge...
I can remember this like yesterday. Um...
There was a...
a light ball...
hovering, maybe about two stories high.
We were amazed. I mean, we'd never seen anything like it. It was glowing.
And then as it rose,
it fired these rods of light.
Everyone was focused on this thing,
but for some reason, my brother turned to look to the right.
My brother saw this orange orb, and it seemed to have this roll to it.
Almost like, uh, like something--
like an ocean wave is the way he describes it,
kind of like the inside of this thing was moving and turning.
As we're rolling along,
the atmosphere got really close.
Everything was dead quiet.
We felt like we were underwater. We could feel, like, a pressure change.
So my mother, she pulled off to the side of the road.
Windows were open. It was like 90 degrees that night.
We all start looking out the-- the side of the car.
Grandma's looking out. Everyone's looking out, you know.
Where is this white sphere that we saw moments ago?
And then sudden-- then, bang!
You know, my mother notices this-- this thing first in the sky,
and she's like, "My God, what is that?"
There was a disc-shaped object hovering there.
It looked something like,
if you ever took a turtle shell and turned it sideways and looked at it.
It was like that and then it was-- it was a little shorter under here,
but in the middle, there was a different ridge to it.
The craft itself,
I would say that it had to be at least-- at least a hundred yards long.
And we're staring at this thing out the window,
and all of a sudden, the car just lit up...
inside, like there are floodlights inside our car.
I could see the dashboard.
I could see the back of my grandmother's hair.
I could see the radio.
I remember this like it was yesterday.
I could see my mother.
Everything in the car was just like it was... daylight.
I mean, usually you hear some summer noises.
And every-- everything was deadly still and silent.
Then all of a sudden, the, uh, chirping started... loudly.
-It erupted. Crickets, everything.
And that's the last I remember. That was it.
This eruption of crickets, and katydids, and frogs, and this...
Whatever it was seemed to affect the entire area, the wildlife.
And then, that's-- bang! That's the last thing I remember,
being in the car.
My fragmented memory of it,
I can account for maybe 15 minutes,
but it was over a three-hour period.
I have no memory of the lost time.
I have none.
And I wish I did, in a way. Maybe it's just as well I don't.
The next thing I remember is...
coming to in front of the drugstore.
My mother was in the driver's seat,
and I was in the passenger seat,
which was not the way it was when I turned the car off, obviously,
'cause I had been driving.
When we were placed back in the vehicle, I believe it was...
meant for us not to ever...
think that this happened.
You know, that we just all passed out, we all fell asleep,
because everything was supposed to be
exactly the way it was three hours earlier.
But the mistake was, my mother and grandmother were reversed
and the ignition was off.
My grandmother never drove.
My thinking is that we were at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Three hours of time went by.
Whatever happened to us, I don't know.
Was there something extracted? Was something exchanged?
Were-- Were we drugged up? I don't really know.
Before this happened,
I was a non-believer in...
in any of that stuff.
It just... no way.
Flying saucers and...
I just did not believe it.
I drove all the way into Great Barrington
and pulled over where our store was, it's Main Street,
turned the car off and looked at my girlfriend and said,
"What just happened?"
So I ran in and I told my husband.
And he said to go up and report it to the radio station.
And I went in, and Tom Jay, who was the, uh, director of WSBS,
started to laugh and he said, "You and Mary must be out drinking again."
He said, "I think it must have been swamp gas."
I said, "This was no swamp gas, Tom." And I explained it.
A few hours later, he was inundated with calls from other people.
Tom Jay, who was the radio personality for WSBS Radio,
actually heard the calls coming in over his ham radio.
And there were so many of them
that he actually had called the police department
to see if they were hearing this as well.
Got on the air,
and was asking if anyone saw this, you know,
"Where was it? Does anyone know where it is?"
From Pittsfield to Stockbridge
to Lenox to-- to Egremont
to Sheffield to Canaan, Connecticut,
the-- the calls were coming in from a multitude of towns,
by groups of people
that in many cases had never met each other before.
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In 1969, I wasn't even thought of yet.
I was, uh-- I was born in 1983.
Legend has it, that strange occurrence that took place in September of 1969
was, um... a UFO sighting.
I think it's unlikely that if, you know, you have all these people in this area,
different states, different part of the county,
that are seeing it,
I can't imagine they're making it up or lying about it.
Back then, the technology was much different than today.
You record a newscast, and when you're done with that newscast,
you don't really think about saving it.
The next day, or two days after,
that news story is gone and erased with the current news story.
I wish I still had access to those tapes in 1969,
not just for the radio station and for us having it,
but I just wish I could provide people with it and say, you know--
just to have a tangible object for people,
'cause I know it's such a sought-after item,
and it's unfortunate we don't have it, but I really wish we did.
Daily public records
of any police activity,
and you know, they're open to the public and we have to keep them forever.
And, fortunately, we do have them from 1969.
I did find that day. There is very little activity on there.
Uh, it's basically one page.
Then the evening shift, which is 4:00 to midnight,
which I believe is when this incident happened,
there's a, um, young lady from the day shift turned up
and was found, which is good.
There's a report from a, uh, gentleman
reporting trash and beer cans thrown on his lawn.
He's upset about that and reported it to the police department.
And actually, that was-- that was-- that was it, you know?
When I went looking for this,
I thought maybe there'd be, you know... things on there.
And I was very surprised that there isn't.
You know, I think the jury's out...
as we say in my business, that the jury's out.
At least in my mind it is,
in terms of exactly what it was or what happened.
Well, when we started hearing about
these abductions that took place years ago,
to complete our archives,
I decided to take a trip up here to the Berkshire Athenaeum.
I started with The Berkshire Eagle,
which is the daily paper here,
to see if I could find any reference to it.
Uh, September 2nd was the day I started,
'cause that was the day after the initial abductions,
if you will.
And I ran through for about a whole month
and didn't find any reference in The Berkshire Eagle to any sightings.
I've thought a lot about how come this didn't get reported,
and I suspect that people just thought that...
it was a joke or a scam.
I also talked to the former editor
of a weekly paper in Great Barrington.
And he kind of laughed, and he says,
"Oh, yeah, I remember that, but I thought it was a bunch of hooey,
so I didn't put anything in the paper."
That's my dad at Anticosti Island,
up off the coast of Canada.
That's probably, like, about 25 years ago.
Got a deer. And they took that picture of him right there.
Beautiful picture.
People used to ask me if that was my father.
Now people ask me if that's me.
I'm getting old and gray, you know.
-How you doing today? -Good. How are you?
Good. Getting stuff done?
Uh, just today...
I'm not sure the exact day, but it was right after it happened,
and people started coming in reporting it to my father,
who was chief of police at the time in Sheffield.
They'd say they saw...
a flying object in the sky that wasn't an airplane.
And it looked totally different and was lit up
and they were round and lit up and silver.
And they were going slow and landing in the fields, out here.
It's all farm fields over here by the road,
all the way down into Connecticut.
Cornfields, hayfields.
And they were landing in those fields and taking off.
And that's what people saw.
I'm like, "Whoa!"
"They weren't airplanes," they said.
"They were round and they were silver."
My father, he thought it was a bunch of baloney.
And me and my friends,
'cause I knew all about it,
we started...
going out too, on our own, just looking around.
Camping out, sleeping in the car, watching.
Never got to see anything.
We went right to all the places which I knew.
Never got to see it myself,
but we kept hearing about it and hearing about it and hearing about it.
And dad kept investigating it. So, we knew it happened.
A number of people saw it.
We'd talk about it a little,
maybe over a campfire or something like that,
or close friends and you'd tell the story
and all of a sudden you'd feel bad that you told the story
because you'd-- people'd kinda look at you kinda strange,
you know, I mean...
If you keep telling the story, after a while,
you're not gonna have any friends, you know.
You know, you scare the hell out of everybody.
You know, especially as a teenager and young adult, you know what I mean.
People, they just...
they don't want to hear it. It's too scary.
You know, through high school...
I didn't date girls. No one wanted--
You know, it just...
It was like I was the Black Plague or something.
It was nothing that was ever said.
But, I knew it.
'Cause people don't have the answers for something,
they have to blame it on something.
It's, you know, your imagination or whatever.
Eventually, I-- I had to paint it.
I just had to paint as close as I could to that night.
I never intended to show this painting.
I never intended to tell my story.
I think it was...
It was kind of therapy doing that painting for me.
And I suppose I just have that there to hold fast to that night and remember,
you know... we're not alone.
And, uh, this is something I'll never forget.
My sister always believed me,
so I was lucky to have my sister.
I had a boyfriend then that I could talk to about it.
My boyfriend would believe me then.
So he knew about it.
He's not alive now.
He's-- He passed away.
But, they're the only ones that knew about it.
I've always been one to be very honest and very open and...
there's a part of me that needed to talk about it,
to need to share this, to-- to, um...
you know, get it off my chest, if you will.
It wasn't like I was looking for attention, you know,
certainly not trying to capitalize on anything.
I was nine or ten years old.
Um, and we were already outsiders to begin with,
so this wasn't, obviously, going to be received well by my schoolmates.
When Tom went to school, he talked about it quite often.
That I think is part of why the fights started in the school.
Tom did take the brunt of it. He absolutely did.
I did not talk to a lot of people about it, personally.
I just didn't, because I had a feeling that...
it would, uh, go badly, if you will.
Thomas was the most vocal of all of us.
It's the only reason we're having this conversation,
is because he sticks to his guns about things.
Truth is truth, and truth will come out every time.
We still had to live here.
We still had to face everybody during the day.
The difference in dynamics between my family being from New York City and--
and moving to the country and...
and it just made it tough.
We used to get followed home down this road by a pickup truck.
They would tailgate me in the car as I was driving home.
One followed me all the way up the driveway one time.
I'll never forget that. I couldn't believe that.
There's one guy jumped up on a table once and exposed himself and said,
"Well, if you want to see something out of this world, Nancy,
I'll show you something out of this world." And--
I mean it was-- It got that foul, you know?
I don't think many people realize
how much this devastated my mother.
It was, uh... very hard on her.
I mean, to the point where she had to sell the diner...
sell the house, and move.
When you see your children being picked on constantly
and made fun of...
I closed the door on Sheffield at that point
because it broke my heart when we left there. Literally.
It still breaks my heart when I think about it.
My mother wanted to move here
because this was her Norman Rockwell.
And this turned it into a Salvador Dalí.
I realize the frustration of people in the past...
that have been saying that they've seen flying saucers,
they've seen this and seen that,
and people doubt them, because I was one of them.
I was so relieved...
that other people saw that,
because I just thought, no one's gonna ever believe me
if I do mention it and I think that's prob--
part of-- part of the reason I never, uh...
talked about it, because I didn't think people would believe me.
People in the, uh, military...
have seen this, and they're, um...
people that are respected.
Yesterday, there was a New York Times article:
"Training Navy air pilots, up and down the East Coast,
have seen flying objects that they could not identify."
That's not our L&S though, is it? It's not--
That is L&S, dude.
- But if there's-- - Look at that thing!
It's rotating.
There was two planes flying,
that were 100 feet apart, two jets flying.
And something, an object,
flew right between them at very high speed.
It was in The Berkshire Eagle yesterday.
And this is the military reporting this.
Those guys are smart.
They know what's going on.
You know? I mean, they're not gonna make this up.
I mean, come on! Something's going on.
Why isn't that coming out?
Why isn't it being more publicized?
Why-- Well, I guess it is.
Right now it's starting to be. And it's about darn time.
But if the military is saying it and seeing it, it's happening.
Hello?
I believe it.
Why would I make it up?
It wasn't fun. It wasn't pleasant.
It wasn't glorifying.
And why would anyone wanna go through it?
I-- I wouldn't want to be abducted.
It's-- It's not something that I would wish on anyone.
So if-- if somebody wants to doubt it,
I don't blame them for doubting it.
I really don't blame them for doubting it.
Now, because I've come forward,
Melanie's bravely come forward,
Thom Reed's come forward.
Some of these other people that were saying, "It's okay."
And now other people are coming forward.
I have not heard anybody...
No one approaches me now and says,
"Yeah, that's a bunch of baloney."
I live here.
This is 182 years in the same house.
Why would I want to come forward to tell a story?
What, to embarrass myself,
so I go down in my Main Street and be ridiculed?
Or my son?
Or my wife...
who works at the local library here?
I didn't do this to hurt people.
I did it for one reason: to help people.
And I know there's a lot more people out there
that know things have gone on.
All you gotta do is sit up there and look at the sky
and sooner or later, you'll see something...
and not know what it was.
I just wish that...
everyone that-- that sees this
really would open their minds,
because I know the people that are being, uh, interviewed...
are people just like everyone out there that...
probably, at one time, didn't believe...
doubted.
And when this happens, there is no doubt.
I have no reason to, you know, make anything up.
I'm 85 years old and...
this is...
...this is not something that...
I expected to do or ever talked about, and...
it's real. It's for real.
People have gotta understand that.
Who the hell are they to question me?
I passed a polygraph test.
My word is my bond.
I don't break it for anybody.
I wear who I am on my sleeve.
You got something to say, say it.
I don't care how you feel. I don't care what you think.
I was there.