Thursday, August 31, 2023

I'm here, then...

      Where's here you ask?  500 hundred miles and 7.5 hours from The Little House. It's time for the annual 'sponge off my Iowa friends tour.'  500 hundred miles and 7.5 hrs is far enough...I could have driven farther but glad that I didn't need to. At the moment I'm in DeWitt, IA, near the Mississippi and Illinois. What is DeWitt famous for?  I have no idea.

    I'm here to connect with Ed, with whom I spent three years while in the Marines, and his wife, known as MJV and not to be confused  with MKV who is in the Twin Cities. My eight years of posting at Zion Davenport, 25 miles from Ed's & MJV's farm, allowed Joanne and MJV to bond. It was from 1980 until 1988 that we were resident in Davenport,

Takk for alt,

Al


Ed and Al in a hotel room in Tokyo, 1961...we haven't changed much.

Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Six to four....

      Six to four is not a game score. When I'm picking rocks I use a metal prod to pry them out of the ground. Like icebergs often most of the rock is hidden. Carrying a pail in which to put the rocks I do loops from the truck and back. This year I've substituted a four gallon pail for the previous six gallon one; thus 6 to 4. I could just put four gallons of rocks in a six gallon pail but with space in the pail it is too difficult to pass rocks on the way back to the truck. Why the change? Credit senescence. 😉

    Some blogs previously were about the local firemen's consignment sale. Do you want to guess total receipts? Two hundred and eighty thousand dollars!!! The amount was boosted by several large tractors, two semi-trucks and several vehicles. When expenses are paid the firemen will realize almost $25,000. It's an incredible amount of work. The fire department's, major expense is insurance. There are no salaries because it is all volunteer.

    You might want to attend next year...the first Saturday in August.

Takk for alt,

Al


           A tractor sold on the sale. I didn't buy it because it wouldn't fit in my garage.

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Brief stop!

         Kaia and I alighted at The Little House for a brief stop before heading off on another adventure. Once a bit clear of the Cities it's such an easy drive. A good portion is drivin on county roads with very little traffic. On one long stretch I began counting vehicles but quit when I reached six. 😀 It was another good stay at the OFH. Even got to go to my church for the first time in weeks. 


     Peanuts captures my feelings about the seasons. I'll do my best to take in stride and not whine about the cold.

Takk for alt,

Al


Monday, August 28, 2023

Furthermore......

      Yesterday's blog reported the decision to give up reading The Covenant Of Water. An additional frustration with the book were long and very detailed reports of surgeries. Somehow that is not entertaining for me. The author is a medical doctor so the details of surgery may be fascinating for him. A brief paragraph would suffice. It's actually a relief to be free from it.

     Two young women spent the night. They seem to enjoy a sleepover with grandpa, as does grandpa. They like dinner in the dining room and the morning continental breakfast. Games of Rumi cube remind of all the games of that Joanne and I played.

Takk for alt,

Al

Sunday, August 27, 2023

I Quit!

       Abraham Verghese' book Cutting For Stone, was so captivating that Joanne, while reading it, unwittingly read all night. I, too, really enjoyed it. Based on that, and it's popularity, I acquired his new novel The Covenant Of Water, via electronic transfer to my Kindle. It's 775 pages long and, halfway through, I quit and returned it to the library.

      Why? you may ask. The last straw for me was a major character's continued self destruction. Just when there's a glimmer of redemption he continues his downfall. It begins to feel like one of those books where, if anything bad can happen it will. It's just not that edifying to see a number of significant characters self destruct. Enough is enough. Another annoyance was the author's continual use of undefined foreign words. The reader is left to guess the meaning of the word from its context.

     I tried, but there are too many other books vying for attention to continue in that depressive vein.  Do I recommend it? Haven't you read the preceding paragraphs?  😉

Takk for alt,

Al

             My check comes via direct deposit.

Saturday, August 26, 2023

Volleyball!

       Cable TV access comes with the package at the OFH. The apartment even has two TVs. A large screen in the living room and a smaller one in the bedroom. The bedroom set is occasionally used to follow a game when I'm at the desk. The large screen is mainly...only?...used to watch sports. The Little House has a TV with only rabbit ears. It was last turned on for a presidential debate.

     Volleyball strikes me as form of ballet. Players moving, leaping and coordinating their moves as if choreographed. Last night I watched as the University of Minnesota defeated TCU in four sets. The paper today reported that MN looked lackadaisical and disorganized in the first set; the one they lost.  The article quoted the coach's reaction to the first set which went something like this: "Those are a group of highly intelligent women. They don't need me to tell them what to do."  Obviously they figured it out, winning the next three sets.

   One of the features of college volleyball is coaches calmly sitting or standing on the sidelines. Do basketball coaches yelling instruction help their players?  Just asking....

Takk for alt,

Al

Friday, August 25, 2023

Well then!

       None of the three of us can remember when we first began. For many years there were four, after Joanne died, three. We missed 2020 of course.  Last night was the night for the annual trip to the Harbor View Cafe, Pepin, WI. It's a sixty, scenic mile annual trip. When we pulled up in front of the Cafe there was a sign in the window. CLOSED THURSDAY, AUGUST 24. We'd checked the web site which stated that it was open Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. There was nothing about a random closing which we only discovered after the drive.😒 This just may end that annual trip.

     As a substitute we went to the historic Wiederholt's Supper Club in Miesville. A return engagement there is not likely.

Takk for alt,

Al

Sorry no post yesterday later I'll have a story to tell.

Wednesday, August 23, 2023

We're here then!

       Peripatetic as I am frequently phone callers will ask "Are you here?"  I'm always tempted to answer "Yes" no matter where I am. So now Kaia and I are 'here'. This 'here' happens to be the OFH. We'll be here over the weekend.  Nice to have a 'turn key' apartment that remains as I left it a few days ago. Here or there I'm very blessed. One of the bankers at the noon meal today guessed that I timed my trips so I wouldn't miss bankers and butchers dinner/lunch.  I said "Yes, these meals are the highlight of my week!"

      Speaking of the OFH. Some of my fellow inmates dislike that moniker.  So here is my proposed solution. Perhaps from now on I'll call it The Rest Home. 😁

Takk for alt,

Al

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

Marathon!

       Psyched up for a sprint it turned out to be a marathon. Unfortunately I didn't bring a book. So why does an old geezer like me need a new phone?  Well, the old one was nearing the end of its updates. Ah yes, good old planned obsolescence! No such thing as walking into the store, picking up a phone, paying and walking out. Nope, myriad decisions and when they're all made, three hours of data transfer. Most of that data is Apple stuff. Why couldn't it be pre-loaded?

    At home, the all important syncing the phone with the hearing aids was accomplished with a couple of tries. That connection allows me to hear phone conversations directly in the aids. Makes phone conversation easy and pleasant.

Takk for alt,

Al

Monday, August 21, 2023

Delightful!

          Company at The Little House is rather rare. Mostly a I putter around here by myself with only the companionship of Kaia. Not that she isn't a good companion. Company is nice. It's fun to show off the grass and corn fields. For some reason this has been an exceptionally good year for the native grass, big bluestem, which some call 'turkey foot'. It's called turkey foot because the seed head is three part, like the foot of a turkey.

      Lars had not seen the four wetland restoration sites. The South Dakota field biologist, Luke, took him on a walking tour of them. All, except one, are dry waiting spring runoff. While they were doing that Evy and I searched a food plot for sandburs, finding four, which she pulled.

     Evy enjoyed the quiet roads to practice her driving skills. Last night 13 of us, family members gathered for dinner together. It being Sunday night the restaurant, normally reasonably quiet, was even quieter, a gift for those like I...hearing impaired.

Takk for alt,

Al

                                    The heads of big bluestem, ala, turkey foot.

Sunday, August 20, 2023

Time press!

           The book is 775 pages. The source is the public library. The mode is Kindle. The challenge is to finish it before it disappears electronically. Fortunately it is a good book. A book by this author was the one Joanne was reading when she read all night here in The Little House. 😁 

       Thirteen family members have RSVPd they are coming to dinner tonight.👍     

        A good time is being had by all and by Al, too!

Takk for alt,

Al

                     Fish market, Lisbon, Portugal.


Saturday, August 19, 2023

Transition

      Lars and Evy arrived for a couple of nights. With the temperature at 94 degrees they thought a swimming pool would be a nice treat.  Between the Twin Cities and Sinai the only pool they found open was the one in Volga, a few miles from Sinai. Volga's pool closes today. So swimming they went. 

   They also discovered that this is 'move in day' at South Dakota State University in Brookings. Swimming pools closed and closing signal the transition from summer to autumn. Public schools here will open very soon.

    Kaia accompanied me this morning as I searched the grassland for invasive cedar trees. It is cheaper than the gym, allows Kaia to run and accomplishes something worthwhile in addition to being good exercise. The land where the grass was cut for hay makes it easier to spot the trees. 

Takk for alt,

Al


Friday, August 18, 2023

Crop report....

        This may be the best crop yet on my cornfields. One was overrun by volunteer corn from last year. I tilled it up and the result was more volunteer corn than the first planting,.  Because corn does not like to be crowded, too much, too close and the result is very few corn kernels. Next, I cultivated it twice, first crosswise to the planted rows, then parallel with the rows. Much to my surprise it provided very effective weed control while eliminating enough corn so the remainder can flourish.  With timely rain this summer the corn has thrived and will provide significant nutrition to wildlife this winter; pheasants, deer and, not to be forgotten, fox squirrels.   

Takk for alt,

Al


                       Picture taken today.

Thursday, August 17, 2023

Butter dish....

         Around the time of Joanne's death a blog was about petty annoyances. Her's was my failure to put the cover back on the toaster after I used it. Mine was when she left the butter dish empty. Of such things are relationships made. Now when I use the toaster I always replace the cover as a salute to her. O how I wish she was leaving an empty butter dish. 😢 

        This came to mind when I read today's Pickles comic strip. Perhaps we can all use a reminder to cherish our loved ones while overlooking their picadillos. 

                            Think on these things!

Wednesday, August 16, 2023

Nice compliment!

        Over lunch Jim and I talked about our status as widowers, the challenge of living without adult supervision. I'm farther down the path of life in the land of grief. His Carolyn died last December and Joanne in April 2018. We compared notes on bereavement and life beyond. Joanne and Carolyn were friends, working together at LSSMN.

      L complimented me by saying "Joanne would be proud that I seek such encounters with friends." As often reported in this blog she was the ultimate extrovert and I an introvert. She feared I'd become a social isolate without her. Of course I need people, just not to the extent she did. Were she a resident of the OFH she'd know almost everyone while I have many friends there. At this stage of life family and friends are even more precious.

Takk for alt,

Al

Tuesday, August 15, 2023

Like Magic!

      In July I had an eye exam at the VA. With the results of the exam new glasses were ordered. They appeared in my Sinai mailbox two weeks later. The frames fit without needing adjustment. Now, likely you've all noticed that I'm a little slow on the uptake. It seemed like reading, especially small print, was more difficult than was helpful. Chalking it off to some mild cataract advancement I continued on.

    My glasses are trifocals. After too long it dawned on me that my reading struggles had a simple, non-cataract, explanation. When ordering the new glasses I was mis-measured. The bifocals are too low and I was reading through the tri-focal.  Duh!

   Back at the VA today for re-measurement revealed that those bifocals were 5 centimeters too low. The technician, not the one who originally measured, was very apologetic about the mistake,  In about two weeks new glasses will appear in my mailbox, just like magic.

   VA care fills me with gratitude. I am blessed to receive such care and when a mistake is made they quickly correct it. Conscious of all the persons in the world who cannot afford good eye care, I count my blessings.

Takk for alt,

Al

Monday, August 14, 2023

At a loss...

      For once, or perhaps both of my readers may think regularly, I don't have much to say. Just let it be known that I am fine and all's well in my little world. Likely I'll have more to say tomorrow.

Takk for alt,

Al

I think this picture was taken in a hotel in Tokyo in 1961. Ed and I were in Japan for cold weather training. The cold in Japan did not compare with the cold I knew in South Dakota.


Sunday, August 13, 2023

Book Report

      It took me awhile but I finished Tom Hanks' novel, The Making Of Another Major Motion Picture Masterpiece. Most of it was understandable. It was readable, not 'a page turner' and much more about the making of a movie than I needed to know. Being one of the less "movie going types" it's not a book I would have chosen but came to me via participation in the Parnassus First Edition Book club. Were I to give it numerical rating it would be in the range of a 7 on a scale of 1-10. It does contain a number of interesting characters and Hanks certainly writes well.

Takk for alt,

Al



Saturday, August 12, 2023

A successful sale!

        As a bystander, who observed without buying, the consignment auction looked very successful. Beginning at 10:00 am it was close to finished when I left at 4;30.  Less than 5% of crowd was known to me. It provided opportunity for good conversation with a number of people. Meeting the grown children of some acquaintances was a bonus.  Bidding only once I quit when I realized I was bidding against a friend. As soon as I stopped he had the winning bid. It's the only time I bid so lunch was my only expenses. It's as good as a carnival and the state fair for entertainment value.

Takk for alt,

Al

This large tractor sold for $18,000.00 and I did not buy it, 😀

Friday, August 11, 2023

Auction tomorrow!

 See what you can bid on at the Firemen's Consignment Auction tomorrow. More still to come.

                      Perhaps I should buy semi-trucks because I have a CDL license.
                                                        Much to choose from.
                                            At least 4 more tractors yet to arrive.
                                Perhaps I should buy a tractor with more horsepower.
Lots of stuff.
                                        A selection of vehicles from which to choose.

    Bidding begins at 10:00, and lunch is served in the firehall!

Takk for alt,

Al


Thursday, August 10, 2023

Bird songs!

       A pair of brown thrashers nested in one of the tree rows on my property. They are noted for beautiful song but I've been unable to record them with the Merlin App. They are quite reclusive so not easy to approach. Though I've not captured their song, many others have been recorded.

     Recorded since the last report include eastern kingbird, chimney swift, killdeer, sedge wren, horned lark, hairy woodpecker, white breasted nuthatch and lesser yellow legs. The last mentioned are wading birds that frequent the little pond across the street.  Now I'm beginning to recognize songs that previously just registered as 'some bird.'

Takk for alt,

Al


                            A lesser yellow leg.

Wednesday, August 9, 2023

Another day, another invasive!

       The haying of  some grassland has offered me unimpeded access to some prairie pasture for the first time since spring. What started out as an effort to remove cedar trees revealed a different and larger problem. That section of pasture, on which I'm attempting to restore native grasses, is being colonized by ash tree seedlings. A large ash tree on the property border sends thousands of helicopter seeds blanketing the grass in the pasture. Myriad have sprouted. Coniferous trees, such as cedar, die when cut below the bottom branch. Removal is as simple as doing such cutting.

    Deciduous trees, such as ash and russian olive on the other hand, simply regrow from the roots when they are cut. These seedlings are too deeply rooted to pull by hand. Chemical control is required. With hundreds of little trees that's a formidable task...but it keeps me off the street and out of other trouble. 😉 

    The Sinai Firemen's annual consignment sale is Saturday. Professional auctioneers volunteer time and sale equipment. The 10% commission they would normally get goes to the fire department. Everything from semi-trucks to kitchen chairs is consigned. The auction begins at 10:00 and doesn't conclude until everything is sold, usually about 6:00. It takes this long even with two sales rings for much of the day. 

Takk for alt,

Al

Buffalo (bison) rubbing rock in the pasture. There's a significant depression around the rock caused by the buffalo rubbing on the rock. No, I did not attempt to lift it.
                                       Overlooking the pasture in this morning's smokey picture.


Tuesday, August 8, 2023

Tractor Assist

        Picking rocks the other day there were two I didn't want to lift. This was a good day to crank up the tractor with loader to move them.  A few years ago I'd have lifted one of them, but now it seems circumspect to use a machine. The process was a bit muddy reminding of the wonderful rain over the weekend.

     Cedars are not the only invasive trees, identified as invasive because they are colonizing grassland. In the early forties there was a major tree planting initiative on the Great Plains. Following the dirty thirties multi-row tree belts were planted called 'shelterbelts.'  My father and his siblings planted two miles of shelterbelts. Some conservationist, not familiar with cattle, promoted planting a row of Russian Olives on the outside edge of the shelterbelt as a cattle fence. They grow dense and are very prickly. But, no row of vegetation will detour cattle.

    Like Cedars, Russian Olives have berries which are eaten by birds. When the birds defecate they seed the trees, offen in grasslands. On one patch of a few acres of grass are twenty Russian Olive trees between 4 and 8 feet high. There is a huge Olive tree on the fence line that seeds the grass. The only solution is to spray them. It they are cut down they regrow from the roots. 

Takk for alt,

Al


                            Russian Olive

Monday, August 7, 2023

Too much!

         The Little House is about four miles from the west boundary of Brookings County. West of Brookings County is Kingsbury County. It's a large county. While Sinai and environs was receiving the much needed and appropriate rainfall, too much fell in northwestern Kingsbury County. That area received fifteen inches! That's way too much and almost certainly flooding crops. Likely there will be wet basements and other problems,  Uffda!

        With wet fields it was time to do some mechanical work inside my shop. It's helpful to have that option. Rocks will be waiting for me when the fields dry.

Takk for alt,

Al

Sunday, August 6, 2023

August rain!

     It's not known to rain much here in early August. When it does rain it's usually brief thunderstorms that can drop much moisture quickly. The rain that came over the last day+ came gently, increasing its value becasue there was little runoff.  My gauge at The Little House showed 1.7" and that was less than every other report that I heard. 

    Some corn and beans have been hurt by the dry conditions. But crops that have not been hurt will benefit greatly from this blessed rain. Pastures, hayfields, trees and other vegetation, not to mention farmers,  are all smiling today. I haven't been to the pasture to check that gauge yet. The grass in it was turning brown and the cattle still need to graze for a couple of more months. The grass will quickly re-grow. Alfalfa, recently hayed, will now recovery nicely for another cutting. 

    THE GIFT OF RAIN!

Takk for alt,

Al

Saturday, August 5, 2023

Rained out!

      "Rained out" in this context are joyous words. Kaia and I went to the field is search of rocks. Before we found any it began to rain. While I am committed to rock removal this does not include doing so in the rain. 😀 Yesterday afternoon a thunder shower brought .4" to The Little House but only .1" to the pasture 3 miles away. It's now 3:45 pm and a gentle rain has fallen since 9:00 am.Wow! It's worth millions, makes me glad and is projected to continue into the morning hours. Yipee!

    Crops, corn and soybeans, are showing stress, and pastures turning brown from lack moisture. Corn and beans reveal spots of sandy soil. The gift of rain in August is HUGE!  Yup, I maybe a 'pretend' farmer but I have farmer's passion for rain.

     There's a strip of land, about 20 yards wide. between a wetland and neighbor's fence that I use as a driving lane. It was rutted badly making traversing it a pain. Last may I plowed and disced it smooth. Then I planted, what the DNR calls "brood mix" for young pheasants and sorghum, which is great food for them. It grew beautifully and I'll post a picture of it below.

Takk for alt,

Al


                   Brood mix and sorghum 



Friday, August 4, 2023

Wrong again!

         Yes, I'm wrong much of the time. From early June until late July , when pheasants are busy nesting, it's best to keep Kaia out of the grasslands. Grass may be harvested beginning July 15. The farmer who hays the land had significant equipment failure with his haybine, the machine he uses to cut the grass. Consequently, he is just now removing the hay bales. The cut grass allows me access to the field without disturbing either flora or fauna.

     This morning becasue I have that field access I picked rocks. Assuming I was in good shape I quickly discovered that I was "wrong again."  I'm not as fit as I imagined. One of the privileges of my station in life is that I can quit anytime. Quit I did leaving rocks for another day...they will not go any place without me. As hard as it is, it seems a better form of exercise than going to a gym. Kaia loved the run and Song and Swamp Sparrows serenaded me. 

Takk for alt,

Al


                                  Beautiful grass!

Thursday, August 3, 2023

That's done!

      With corn planting a likely nine months away readying the planter could have waited, When this planter was sold, likely in the 1950s, there was no provision made for lubricating the axles. That seems a bit of a design flaw! Naturally both hubs have worn out with use. When I had finished replacing one of the hubs recently I noticed that there was tread separation on the tire. That's when the search for a used 14" tire began. This project could wait until spring and planting time.

   My neighbor, aware of the need for a 14" tire found a set of 4 on Facebook Marketplace. The cost of the four was only slightly more than one new trailer tire, the cheapest new one available. So, I bought them. Today I had one mounted on the planter's tire rim and then I put it on the planter. This set of four were virtually new, about 1000 miles use. Putting such a new, fancy tire on the ancient planter seemed a bit of overkill. But, with the dearth of appropriately sized tires, so be it. 

   Re-mounting the wheel on the planter was no easy task, it took about an hour getting everything to line up. That experience reinforced the decision to not wait until spring. So, now the ancient planter rests peacefully until spring planting season and I have the satisfaction of a task accomplished,,,plus I have 3 spare tires. 😀

Takk for alt,

Al

               A very old planter with a fancy new tire on the left.


Wednesday, August 2, 2023

Memory Lane.

        Life on a South Dakota farm in the 1940's  provided a very narrow horizon. Our parents were both fluent in Norwegian, though their dialects were very different, Both born and raised in America so English was their usual language. When they'd suddenly begin speaking Norwegian we children knew something was up. We'd ask "Can we go along?" assuming a trip to town was being planned. This excitement was generated by the thought of going to SINAI!  In those days main street had two grocery stores, a cafe, and a bank. The town also boasted a grain elevator and two car repair shops. Even this little village was respite from the confines of the farm. We didn't even get to town on Sunday becasue the church was in the country.

     Imagine our excitement, my older brother and I, invited to go with my Aunt and her family to St. Paul, MN. Aunt Agnes, Uncle Harold and cousins Louise and Priscilla spent two weeks with us every summer. In 1948 we accompanied them to St. Paul, where we stayed for two weeks and then took a bus home. They took us to almost every interesting site in, and around the Twin Cities. We went up in the Foshay Tower, visited the Minnesota State Capitol, rode the streetcar to the end of the line and back, etc. 

     Then Aunt Agnes made scrapbooks for us with lists of everything we saw, and included postcards from many to the sites. My brother recently found his scrapbook and lent it to me. It was such a memorable event for this sheltered farm boy that much of it sticks in my memory. The scrapbook is a fun reminder and confirmation of a very special event.

    A little side note about Aunt Agnes and cousin Louise. They and Joanne were neighbors and friends when Joanne was growing up in the St. Anthony Park neighborhood of St. Paul. It was Aunt Agnes who introduced me to Joanne.

Takk for alt,

Al

Tuesday, August 1, 2023

Feminist History Worth knowing!

 


Yesterday was the birthday of the woman Teddy Roosevelt once called "the most dangerous woman in America" when she was 87 years old. Mary Harris Jones, or "Mother Jones"  was born to a tenant farmer in Cork, Ireland, in 1837. Her family fled the potato famine when she was just 10, resettling in Toronto. She trained to be a teacher and took a job in Memphis, where on the eve of the Civil War she married a union foundry worker and started a family. But in 1867, a yellow fever epidemic swept through the city, taking the lives of her husband and all four children. A widow at 30, she moved to Chicago and built a successful dressmaking business — only to lose everything in the Great Chicago Fire of 1871. Jones then threw herself into the city's bustling labor movement, where she worked in obscurity for the next 20 years. By the turn of the century, she emerged as a charismatic speaker and one of the country's leading labor organizers, co-founding the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW).

She traveled the country to wherever there was labor struggle, sometimes evading company security by wading the riverbed into town, earning her the nickname "The Miner's Angel." She used storytelling, the Bible, humor, and even coarse language to reach a crowd. She said: "I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I said if he had stolen a railroad, he would be a United States Senator." Jones also had little patience for hesitation, volunteering to lead a strike "if there were no men present." A passionate critic of child labor, she organized a children's march from Philadelphia to the home of Theodore Roosevelt in Oyster Bay, New York with banners reading, "We want to go to school and not the mines!" At the age of 88, she published a first-person account of her time in the labor movement called The Autobiography of Mother Jones (1925). She died at the age of 93 and is buried at a miners' cemetery in Mt. Olive, Illinois.

She said: "Whatever the fight, don't be ladylike."


Today is the birthday of Maria Mitchell, the first acknowledged female astronomer, born in 1818 on the island of Nantucket in Massachusetts. Although the American essayist Hannah Crocker explained that same year in her Observations on the Real Rights of Women that it was then a woman's "province to soothe the turbulent passions of men ... to shine in the domestic circle" and that "it would be improper, and physically very incorrect, for the female character to claim the statesman's birth or ascend the rostrum to gain the loud applause of men," Maria Mitchell's Quaker parents believed that girls should have the same access to education and the same chance to aspire to high goals as boys, and they raised all 10 of their children as equals.

Maria's early interest in science and the stars came from her father, a dedicated amateur astronomer who shared with all his children what he saw as physical evidence of God in the natural world, although Maria was the only child interested enough to learn the mathematics of astronomy. She would later say, in a quote recorded in NASA's profile of her, that we should "not look at the stars as bright spots only [but] try to take in the vastness of the universe," because "every formula which expresses a law of nature is a hymn of praise to God."

By age 12, Maria was assisting her father with his astronomical observations and data, and just five years later opened and ran her own school for girls, training them in the sciences and math. In 1838, she became the librarian of the Nantucket Atheneum and began spending her evenings in an observatory her father had built atop the town's bank.

On October 1, 1848, a crisp, clear autumn evening, Maria focused her father's telescope on a distant star. The light was faint and blurry, and Maria suddenly realized she was looking not at a star, but a comet; she recorded its coordinates, and when she saw the next night that the fuzzy light had moved, she was sure. Maria shared her discovery with her father, who wrote to the Harvard Observatory, who in turn passed her name on to the king of Denmark, who had pledged a gold medal to the first person to discover a comet so distant that it could only be seen through a telescope. Maria was awarded the medal the following year, and the comet became known as "Miss Mitchell's Comet."

Mitchell's list of firsts is impressive: She'd made the first American comet sighting; in 1848, she was the first woman appointed to the American Association for the Advancement of Science; in 1853, she became the first woman to earn an advanced degree; and in 1865, she became the first woman appointed to the faculty of the newly founded Vassar Female College as their astronomy professor and the head of their observatory, making her the first female astronomy professor in American history.

Mitchell also became a devoted anti-slavery activist and suffragette, with friends such as Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony, and helped found the American Association for the Advancement of Women. In her Life, Letters, and Journals, Maria declares that, "no woman should say, 'I am but a woman!' But a woman! What more can you ask to be? Born a woman — born with the average brain of humanity — born with more than the average heart — if you are mortal, what higher destiny could you have? No matter where you are nor what you are, you are a power."  

Both from The Writer's Almanac

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