The Glass Library
The story of my pilgrimage to the Harvard Center for Astrophysics to witness the earliest astronomical photos and view the precious artifacts of analysis that led to the greatest discoveries of our universe – meticulous science performed by the brilliant minds of the women who made up the “Harvard computers”.
My journey to the Harvard College Observatory began several years before I ever decided to go there. Oddly enough, it started on Amazon. In 2017 my perpetual habit, hunt and hunger for inspiring books of scientific discovery led me to Dava Sobel’s book “The Glass Universe“. I am – like many others afflicted by this condition – constantly enchanted by the history of Science, especially early scientific instruments. This stems from the awe I feel learning that some of the most fundamental discoveries were made with instruments of wood, tin, copper, ceramic, glass, rocks and on occasion a spark – in the literal sense and in that of imagination.
Everytime I see a modern instrument whether it be the LHC or the Hubble space telescope, I can’t help but compare them to their ancestral – and respectfully speaking – their artisinal lineage. In 1668 a young Isaac Newton crafted the first reflecting telescope composed of cardboard and a hand-ground mirror – in his dorm room at Cambridge. Marie and Pierre Curie measured ionization energies of various rocky ores using the common crystal of quartz, a simple metal balance and a turn-of-the-century voltaic battery. They labored in a dusty frigid shed of a lab for an answer to the riddle that they alone solved – radioactivity is not an anomaly limited to uranium, it is a fundamental property of matter.
Scientific discovery stirs my soul, it quickens the beat of my heart and has made my eyes erupt with tears of wonder and pride that one of nature’s endearing yet confounding mysteries has once again been brought to the altar of truth. As my eyes devoured the pages of The Glass Universe the new learning that I had ingested was tipping the scales of my “little grey cells”! My soul was joyfully fat from feasting on the discoveries made from the core of research done by the lady Harvard Computers – red shift, blue shift, spectroscopic binaries, Cepheid variables, the distance to our nearest galaxy, the size of the universe, the age of the universe!
Every chapter revealed the personal and academic journey of these women as they unlocked groundbreaking mysteries of nature. As I write this I cannot help but to ponder and romanticize, “How fitting to have the maternal spirit of these brilliant women give birth to some of the most fundamental discoveries of our universe.” Through their care, perseverance and countless other adjectives I could use to describe their dedication I am speechless reading the pages heralding their bold spirits. My modern self – steeped in social media, constantly glancing at a cell phone, sitting at a cloud-computing job and paying for a house in the burbs – I kneel in allegiance, submissive to their bravery and knowledge of the night sky.
And so there I was, laying in bed with book in hand, smiling, sobbing (again), and then it hit me. This library still exists! This observatory still exists! These artifacts still exist! I still exist! I must go! Awakened, I started to make plans to travel to Boston. I looked up the library and contacted the librarians. I explained my background as a veteran astronomy teacher and my sincere interest in seeing several very specific glass plates that I had read about in the book. The librarians were incredibly accommodating in their response and willingness to curate the items I wanted to view: the earliest images of the Megallanic clouds, the Andromeda galaxy, the earliest images of the moon and the first image of a star, beautiful brilliant Vega. Some on glass, the earliest of which were experimental metal daguerreotypes. My heart wanted to see them all, but even one would satisfy me, after all, the journey is what mattered to me at that point. The librarians were just as excited as I was, they spoke to me as kindred souls, equally in love with seeing these images in person.
As a school teacher I decided that our upcoming spring break vacation week in March would be the best time to go. Bostonians reading this are probably laughing at me now. As a school teacher from Texas I learned that much of the northeast is still deep in winter during March! I looked at historical weather, it turned out that Boston year after year was likely in a blizzard during that time. My spring break plans would have to be seriously modified. I considered the summer but unfortunately as a single-income school teacher I was always working during the summer.
It wasn’t until 2019 that I was able to make the journey. Even though my trip was delayed by a couple of years, it gave me time to spread the gospel to my students and friends about everything I had learned about the Harvard Computers. I corrected many of my lessons and presentations to include facts and the discoveries that poured out of the glass library. My students would from now on know the names Payne, Cannon and Leavitt.
In 2019 I ended my 10-year teaching career and headed back into IT. I was now able to afford – and book – my Boston adventure. The excitement of walking among all the priceless glass images I had read about washed over me anew every time I explained my trip to friends – lobster and Astronomy, what could be better? For many people going to a library doesn’t sound like an exotic destination, however, every time I explained what resided inside that library, every listening ear shared the same awe and wonder that I felt.