Reading through my ancestors journals, notes and diaries gives me a small snapshot into their world. I know they looked to the skies because so many of them came to America on sailing ships. Others were sailmakers for four generations in Plymouth, Massachusetts. One was a navigator and pilot on ocean going ships.
They looked at the stars as they day dreamed about their new homes and to locate their location on the surface of the earth. Did any of them imagine that man would travel to the moon and beyond and that they would be permanent residents in space?
Like them, I stare in to the heavens with awe, especially with the images of distant galaxies and ‘magic’ technology available to us today. I’ll bet it was a ball riding the arm on the shuttle during STS 114. NASA photo.