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Jascin N. Leonardo Finger • December 12, 2023

We are an organization founded not too long after our namesake died. Just thirteen years after she died, Maria Mitchell’s family members, her friends, colleagues, and former students came together to create the Nantucket Maria Mitchell Association in 1902. In 1903, we were formally incorporated. That is pretty remarkable – and shows you the affect Maria Mitchell had on  people – her teaching, her friendship, her mentorship, her ability to inspire.


Everything began in the Mitchell House at 1 Vestal Street – all the departments – until we were given or acquired the buildings and sites that make up the MMA today. The first curators were Maria Mitchell’s cousins and their daughters; the cousins having lived at 1 Vestal Street with their parents after Maria Mitchell’s family moved to the Pacific Bank where William Mitchell was cashier. To Maria’s cousins, the House was still their home, but now a museum, and things they did were maybe a bit different than you would think for a historic house museum – and the times were different too.


Thus, items that once belonged to Maria Mitchell were also used by the fledgling organization. Her Dollond telescope, with which she discovered her comet in 1847, and her Alvan Clark telescope –were used for moon evenings in the yard – and then next door at the Maria Mitchell Vestal Street Observatory. In fact, the lenses in her Clark telescope were removed and used as the guide on the telescope in the MMO for many years. It was by chance and poking around many years ago that a conservator found the Dollond telescope’s other eyepieces in a drawer of the 1922 Astronomical Study of the MMO.


Now, it was in cleaning out the MMO’s Seminar Room (ca. 1987) for its renovation project, to be funded with a gift from a descendant of William Mitchell, that we located these. While I am embarrassed that no one seemed to notice them, I am relieved that they were unearthed! These are the eyepieces to Maria’s Alvan Clark telescope. A five-inch refractor which she was able to work with Clark on creating when she was given $500.00 by the “Women of America,” headed by Elizabeth Peabody, in 1858. Obviously, these were used during the MMO moon nights a long time ago and then nicely put away – in a drawer. Thankfully, someone had made a wooden holder for them, thus keeping them all together. I suspect it was likely Alvin Paddock, the Coffin School principal who assisted our first astronomer, margaret Harwood, who made this “holder.” He was once a carpenter and started at the Coffin School as a teacher of woodworking. While the collections in the MMO do not fall under the Mitchell Housie collections, I am glad that these items can be reunited with the telescope and find a better home for display and storage.


JNLF

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A Child’s Donation

By Jascin N. Leonardo Finger • December 1, 2025
A past blog that I forgot I had written when I came across the letter written about below. Once I realized I had already written a blog about it, I decided it was worth re-blogging. Over Christmas, a neighbor of my Mother’s gave her a copy of something she came across while cleaning things up in her house. She thought my Mother would enjoy it and by the same token, my Mother thought that I would. Her note with it stated it proved she was as, “old as dirt.” She isn’t old as dirt. Believe me. The letter she had copied was from the War Production Board and dated December 16, 1942. It was, “written at the request of President Roosevelt,” who wanted to thank this young girl for her donation of a rubber tire. This was not any old rubber tire you see. It was a pure rubber tire – very much needed for the war effort – from one of her toy airplanes and measured not more than half an inch or so in diameter. This young girl was distressed that everyone else, including in her family, was assisting in the war effort and that she wasn’t. So when she discovered the tire was rubber, she asked her mother to send it to Washington, DC. Which, obviously, her mother did do. What does this have to do with Maria Mitchell you wonder? Well, it makes me think of collections and saving things. You have your own collections and archives at home – your family papers and photographs, your books (aka special collection books). These are valuable to your family and its history. They help you see what and who came before you and how your family became a family. What they endured. How they got to where they did and how where they came from helped, in part, to get you to where you are today. And then, these papers and books are important for the larger community. We learn from our past and our collective past – and these items help us do that. Scores of researchers use Maria Mitchell’s papers and those of her family every year. Not everyone is doing research on the family – they can be doing research on astronomy or some science-related matter, someone whom Maria or her family knew. The possibilities are endless. So, from this little letter, I know a young girl in Connecticut contributed to the war effort and what she gave. I know that rubber (not that I didn’t already but you get the idea) was important to the war effort in some way. I also know that many people contributed to the war effort and this was just one simple way to do it. I know she had a toy that had rubber components. And as a young girl in 1942, she was playing with toy airplanes. And I know that the war effort was all consuming to the point that a small child wanted to make sure she found a way to help too while seeing her family members helping. Your paper is important. Always find a venue for these items if you no longer want them. They will help us to better understand our world – past and present. JNLF P.S. Remember that every donation, every gift to someone in need, matters. No matter how small it is – or you think it is.
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