By Kathy Sawyer
Washington Post Staff Writer
Wednesday, January 29, 1986; 12:00 AM
CAPE CANAVERAL, Jan. 28, 1986 -- Awareness came slowly, not in a fiery burst, to those watching the shuttle launch from the better seats -- the grandstands set up for families of the astronauts, dignitaries, the news media and a class of third graders with connections.
The chest-trembling, concussive roar of the liftoff, lagging behind the rising spaceship, had reached us. The spacecraft, clinging fly-fashion to the "wall" of tanks containing 3.8 million pounds of fuel, had been up about one minute.
We were gasping and cheering at the column of fire-topped smoke growing like a beanstalk into a cold, blue sky. As the rumbling sound (still trailing the visible scene) continued, a curious rooster tail seemed to form almost gently at the top, with glints of fire in it.
It took an age to realize that the column ended there.
One of the smaller solid rocket boosters could be seen looping out and back in toward the shuttle, trailing smoke. Other trails appeared.
"Obviously. . . a major malfunction. . . has occurred," the voice of Mission Control, Steve Nesbitt, who normally speaks crisply, said slowly over the NASA public address system.
"They're coming back," said Reader's Digest writer Malcolm McConnell, who has covered 10 launches. He and several other reporters started running, planning to make their way to the landing strip several miles away where the shuttle was to return in an emergency. There were confused shouts, swearing, a short scream.
Then, still looking up, McConnell sat back down. "Where are they?" someone asked. "Dead," he answered flatly. "We've lost 'em, God bless 'em."
Phrases drifted down from Mission Control. ". . . Appeared nominal through engine throttle-back . . . apparent explosion. . . . Tracking crews have reported that the vehicle had exploded."
Shortly, there was the announcement that an "impact point" had been located in the ocean.
The rumbling sounds from the sky gradually died away. The scattered screams and shouts died. The immediate families of the astronauts were escorted quickly away to the crew quarters. Other relatives and visitors were urged onto the buses that had brought them to the scene.
Then this stretch of Kennedy Space Center along an Atlantic Ocean beach was overwhelmed in silence.
The beanstalk of cloud, ending in a large blossom, hung in the air for hours, breaking lazily into smaller puffs. The debris from the explosion, which occurred 18 miles downrange from the space center, continued to fall into the ocean for nearly an hour, the loudspeaker voice explained later, and thwarted the search teams on helicopters, planes and ships that were converging on the spot.
The closed-circuit television monitors scattered everywhere in the press area, which had recorded the bustle of launch activity, the suiting up of the astronauts, one by one, now showed an empty picture of Atlantic horizon.
Some of the crustier observers here compared their feelings to the aftershock of combat, others to the day President John F. Kennedy was shot.
Some people sobbed. Most had red eyes.
"I was just standing, looking up, watching for the shuttle to come out of the cloud," said Brian Ballard, 16, editor of a student newspaper.
Christa McAuliffe, 37, a social studies teacher from his school, Concord High in Concord, N.H., was in the middeck section of the spacecraft, part of the seven-member crew. She had been officially designated by the White House as the "first private citizen in space." Officials had hoped her participation would rekindle interest in the space program among schoolchildren.
"My stomach turned over," Ballard said quietly a little while after the explosion, recalling the moment of realization. "I felt sick right that minute."
McAuliffe's parents and other relatives were standing in the VIP grandstand area surrounded by a white picket fence, a parking lot between them and the press stands. They were with the visiting third-grade class of about 20 children that had traveled here with McAuliffe's son, Scott, 9, last week. Scott, McAuliffe's daughter, Caroline, 6, and the teacher's husband, Steven, were watching from the roof of the nearby Launch Control Center, at the foot of the giant Vehicle Assembly Building. The grandstands are 3 1/2 miles from the launching pad -- as close as it is safe to get, officials here said, to the rockets' potentially explosive 3.8 million pounds of fuel at liftoff.
Bob Hohler, a reporter for the Concord Monitor, had followed McAuliffe for seven months, from the time she became a finalist in the competition for yesterday's brief ride.
At liftoff, he was watching McAuliffe's parents, Edward and Grace Corrigan, through a telephoto camera lens.
"They already had tears in their eyes, from the liftoff," he said. "As the truth of what had happened dawned on them, they kept looking up, the tears of delight still on their faces, their mouths half-open. I guess they were in shock."
Then a man standing nearby put his hand on Edward Corrigan's arm and led him and his wife away. Someone else was calling "Back to the buses, please get on the buses," to the other visitors.
A NASA official who was with McAuliffe's parents during the launch said afterward, "I'll never forget the expression on her mother's face."
Barbara Morgan, the teacher chosen as backup to McAuliffe, had stood on a TV platform near the press stand. Just at ignition and liftoff, she had smiled and waved, "Bye, Christa. Bye, Christa."
A minute later she was being helped from the platform, shaken.
A grizzled senior Lockheed technician who helped close out the shuttle before launch sat tiredly drinking a cup of coffee in the NASA cafeteria 1 1/2 hours after the disaster.
"I stood in that field watching them, and I saw the Lord took 'em in a twinkling," he said. "I don't feel sorry for those brave people because they're with the Lord. I feel sorry for the children."
The launch had attracted dozens of busloads of schoolchildren and their teachers, to see the "teacher in space." On the mission's fourth day, McAuliffe had planned to teach the first classes from space, beginning with one entitled "The Ultimate Field Trip."
The morning activities had begun before dawn in high, if chilly spirits. After six delays, it looked as if the mission would finally go up.
Watching the closed-circuit monitors, we had followed the preparations on the launch pad. One by one, the proud and smiling members of the crew appeared in the "White Room," the enclosed entryway attached to the Challenger's hatch, and put the final touches on their spacesuits.
The room got unusually crowded because everyone was pushing in to get out of the below-freezing weather.
A member of the supporting crew who had come to be known in Mission Control reports as Sonny (Billy Bob) Carter, gave the space teacher an apple as she appeared in the "White Room," welcoming her as a special passenger. (Before the previous day's launch had been scrubbed, Carter had welcomed her wearing a mortarboard with tassel.) Even on the closed-circuit screens, she seemed to glow with delight.
McAuliffe was the first to climb into an American spacecraft with no special training in science or aeronautics, other than the 400 hours' worth that followed her selection from among 11,000 teacher-applicants. After some smiles and small talk with other crew members, she put a little white cap on her dark curls, and then the massive space helmet.
She is reported to have said, "I really feel a part of this crew."
At 8:35 a.m., Christa McAuliffe crawled through the Challenger hatch, her foot disappearing last.
The other woman on board, Judith A. Resnik, 36, was one of the four astronauts on the flight crew who had already taken shuttle flights. She was an electrical and biomedical engineer. The other veterans included Francis R. (Dick) Scobee, 46, the spacecraft commander who had logged more than 6,500 hours in 45 types of aircraft; Air Force Lt. Col. Ellison S. Onizuka, 39, and Ronald E. McNair, 35, a physicist.
Rookie astronaut Michael J. Smith, 40, a Navy Commander, was the pilot. Engineer Gregory B. Jarvis, 41, of Hughes Aircraft Co., was a satellite specialist.
Jarvis had twice been bumped from shuttle missions.
Several hundred of Onizuka's relatives reportedly traveled from Hawaii to see the launch.
At 9:30 a.m. Mission Control expressed concern about "one- to two-foot-long" icicles, which could be seen hanging like long beards from the service structure around the spacecraft.
The astronauts were sealed in and the launchpad cleared of ground crew at about 11:10 a.m.
Four hours after the 11:38 launch, NASA officials gathered the news media in the same grandstand from which they had watched the tragedy and, red-eyed, made an official announcement that the seven crew members had been killed. NASA space flight director Jesse W. Moore, who made the final decision to "go," today expressed his sorrow.
As dusk fell, Vice President Bush, who last July announced McAuliffe's selection to fly on the shuttle, arrived at the space center to pay his respects to her family. He was accompanied by Sen. John Glenn (D-Ohio), the first American to orbit the Earth, and Sen. Jake Garn (R-Utah), a veteran of a successful shuttle flight last year who knew the seven aboard.
"We hoped this day would never come," Glenn said. "But unfortunately it has."
Christa McAuliffe's parents had told reporters in recent days that they were "a little scared" for their daughter. But they added that they accepted their daughter's pride and excitement and her strong desire to go.
In the press room, during the days of delay, there had been the usual gallows humor, jokes about having to write stories about how dangerous the flight was -- "gang plank" stories about McAuliffe. The attitude was that this was merely hype. After all, no American had been killed in a spacecraft after leaving the launch pad.
McAuliffe had seen herself as a pioneer. It was her study of the 18th century women who crossed America in Conestoga wagons that inspired her to apply for the space trip, she said last July. She had seen the shuttle as her own frontier vehicle.
Explorers such as the astronauts have always been followed by other people, she said. "I look on myself as one of the first of the 'other people.' "