
Recently, popularizers and amateur club members in
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Having participated in many public skyshows from
1987 to
2001, I recommend an earlier exposure age upon indications it will be
fruitful. My Exhibit A is a little girl with whom I had the
pleasure of
spending parts of many Saturdays and some Sundays in the year
2000. I
will henceforth call her “Feisty.” We met while I was doing
yardwork, just after the 1999-2000 holidays, when her recently divorced
father
was a nextdoor neighbor of mine and her caretaker on weekends.
She was
“five and a half years old.” By our third encounter it was
clear to me that she was smart, curious, artistically talented and
interested
in nature. We did many fun things including hunting and in some
cases
collecting insects, plants and rocks--subjects to which she was being
exposed
in her kindergarten class. She was remarkably good at designing
artificial environments in a large can or plastic bowl for harmless
bugs,
especially “roly-polies” (Picture 2). Indoors she amazed me
with her drawing and painting, and I noticed that the Sun and stars
were common
subjects or decorations.
One Saturday afternoon Feisty asked about my 8-inch
reflecting telescope’s mounting, which was kept outdoors covered by a
large black polyethylene bag. I removed the bag and dashed into
my house
to get the tube assembly, then installed it on the mount. Feisty
was
amazed. No astronomical object was available for viewing, so I
aimed the
‘scope at a high tree canopy about 100 yards away and focused it in a
low-power eyepiece. Less than four feet tall, Feisty needed a
lift to get
her head to the eyepiece, so I left to get a small stepladder. When I
returned
she was trying to climb the tube! Some determination. We
had a
laugh and finally she saw the distant treetop in the ‘scope from a
perch
on the ladder. Pictures of my telescopes will appear in a
separate
article.
The Sun was near maximum atmospheric activity in
2000 and I
had a new, full-aperture filter for direct white-light views with my 3
1/4-inch
refractor (Picture 3). On a clear Saturday morning in March I had
this
instrument in my front yard when Feisty and her dad came home in his
Jeep after
a breakfast and toy-shopping trip. She jumped out and ran to
me. I
reacquired the Sun, with many spots, and let her look. Her response was
“cool!” Then I projected the unfiltered image on a big white
card. Again she was fascinated. A week later her father
told me she
had shared this experience with her school class, creating something of
a
sensation. I liked that.
Daylight Savings Time, that product of stupidity,
and early
bedtime for Feisty (mostly with her mother at a house miles from me),
precluded
my showing her any astronomical objects in the night sky until late in
the
year. For the time I settled for showing a few pictures on my
computer,
and together we made a colored collage which became a birthday card for
her dad
(Picture 4). In June he moved away and I lost touch for over a
month. But his new house turned out to be only a 20 minute drive
for me,
so by August I was seeing Feisty, now age 6, again on weekends and we
became
increasingly fond of each other. There were new fun things to do
including
swimming in a big pool, playing miniature golf, climbing trees and
making
colored chalk pictures on a long driveway. Indoors we did a lot
of
art. Her drawing and painting ability was astonishing (Picture
5).
I demonstrated pigment color mixing with PlayDough, which she
enjoyed
using.
By late October the sky was fairly dark shortly
before
Feisty’s mom, who worked on Saturdays, came to retrieve her, so I was
able to point out Venus low in the southwest. One day Feisty
proudly told
me she had learned in her first grade class that the Earth rotates
around an
axis. In early November I showed her a waxing crescent Moon in my
refractor about an hour before sunset, which she just had to see with
all of my
eyepieces (9X to 78X; see Picture 6). DST ended, and after the
ensuing
Full Moon I finally had the opportunity to identify several bright
stars for
Feisty and tell her a little about their physical nature.
At around 6 PM on December 16 we were sitting on the
trunk
of my car, parked on the street in front of Feisty’s dad’s house,
after a walk around the neighborhood to look at lighted Christmas
displays. Mom had arrived and was inside the house. Jupiter
and
Saturn blazed in the very clear eastern sky, between the Hyades and
Pleiades. While we were watching them a moderately bright meteor
streaked
southwestward (Picture 7) and Feisty went nuts. She jumped to the
ground, raced toward the house and disappeared inside shouting
“daddy I seed a shooting star!”.
A few minutes after the excitement, Feisty came out
with her
mother, who greeted me. Then the two left in mom’s car, and I
soon
drove home, unaware that I would not see the little girl again.
In the
evening of the following Monday her father phoned me to ban any more
visits
unless he contacted me again. Some Christmas present! No call
came for
weeks, then months. In February 2001 I left a letter to Feisty,
that I
missed her and wished her well, with a clerk at her school.
Somehow it
wound up in the hands of an ignorant, mean female police detective who
phoned
me a few days later with threats if I should ever come anywhere near
the
girl. So much for due process, competent law enforcement, and
gratitude.
Almost two years later, I still miss Feisty.






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