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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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