Looking East

Jascin N. Leonardo Finger • February 7, 2022

Or west, if you are considering it’s the west side of the Mitchell House. In the setting sun the week of January 24. I love how the sun has such a warm glow on the House. For the most part, that would be the same setting sun that Maria saw on the side of the House ̶ save for the telephone pole – you can make out its shape there. Sort of right in the middle and running up into the attic window.


You can also see some of the “debris” from work we are doing. First – the Mitchell House chimney is being reparged on the rear. Pen Austin, an island mason who specializes in historic masonry, plaster and paint treatments is conducting that work which was grant funded. She has given this chimney some TLC over the years and is now adding layer upon layer of lime mortar to the chimney. While this is not historically accurate (by 1790s standards when the House was built), it was done to the chimney starting in the late nineteenth century and thus it stays that way – and helps protect it at this point. The chimney was rebuilt at some point – probably in the later part of the nineteenth century – but below the roofline it is completely the 1790 chimney. Believe it or not, that’s not a common thing as when chimneys were rebuilt, a lot of the time they would be rebuilt in the attic spaces (below the roof/ridgeline), too.


The second area is the wood in the yard and the staging. This is for the mason, Wayne Morris, who is working on the conservation of the Maria Mitchell Vestal Street    Observatory – also grant funded and this time via a Community Preservation Act grant. He’s completed some work where you see the support on the roof and if it was a better, closer photograph, you could make out the area of the last “parapet” closest to the Mitchell House where he has done some investigating. He will need to re-build those.  He has been investigating how the slabs was installed so that he knows how to pull them (they are made of concrete) without damaging them. On that particular one, he found a wood shim. Not unusual, but it was completely rotted and crumbled because it had gotten wet over the last 100 years as water found its way in. That shim will be going away and if something is needed, a steel piece will go in – it doesn’t rot and it doesn’t rust! And it’s the acceptable thing to do in such conservation work here.


JNLF

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By Jascin N. Leonardo Finger • August 17, 2026
August 19 {1857}. There are four great men whose haunts I mean to seek, and on whose footsteps I mean to stand: Newton, Shakespeare, Milton, and Johnson. To-day I told the driver to take me to St. Martin’s, where the guide-book says that Newton lived. He put me down at the Newton Hotel, but I looked in vain to its top to see anything like an observatory. I went into a wine-shop near, and asked a girl, who was pouring out a dram, in which house Newton lived. She pointed, not to the hotel, but to the house next to a church, and said, “that’s it – don’t you see a place on the top? That’s where he used to study nights.” It is a little, oblong-shaped observatory, built apparently of wood, and blackened by age . . . .” Blackened no doubt by the wood ash and soot found in the air throughout over-crowded nineteenth century London. We always think about London being very foggy in the nineteenth century but frankly a lot of it was wood and coal ash as the nineteenth century grew older, particularly as factories developed and belched all of that into the air – think Sherlock Holmes in the 1880s. But Maria Mitchell, while starting in Europe as a young woman’s chaperone, also knew that this tour of Europe was a great learning experience – the equivalent of a college education she could not have. Doors were thrown open to her around Europe – in particular at all of the observatories that dotted the continent. She was not just well-known – she was famous. JNLF
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