I grew up in Lindenhurst and our house was old. It was situated across the street from the canal that led to the Great South Bay on Long Island. Many clam boats were docked within sight of my bedroom window. There was a hatch that opened to our roof and we used to climb the ladder and sit on the roof. We were told it was built that way so the fishermen's wives could watch for their return. As a kid, I used to love to lie there and look at the stars. I'd try to pick out the patterns in the wondrous sky and was amazed.
( My brother and me in front of our house)
Little did I know that another young man who lived on the opposite side of the US was also fascinated with things of space; much more so than me. My husband Greg loved all things space. He hoped to be an astronaut when he grew up. He enrolled in electrical engineering at the University of Arizona in Tucson. The space program had some problems and he ended up switching majors but he never lost interest in space.
Years after we got married (long story in between), we were able to purchase a painting by Robert McCall. He is the famed space painter and he happens to live in Paradise Valley which is very close to where we live. The painting we purchased is a Master study oil on canvas. The final mural is displayed at the Dryden Space Center in California. It shows the history of the space program and is entitled "Celebrating One Hundred Years of Powered Flight, 1903-2003".
Greg displays it so proudly in his home office.
If you've ever been to the Smithsonian's Air and Space Museum you can't help but remember the huge mural at the entrance. Robert McCall painted it along with a Russian painter. I captured a photo when I took my nieces Kristin and Katie to visit Washington DC. It's the picture I posted at the beginning of this post.
"One small step for man; one giant leap for mankind." ~ Neil Armstrong, astronaut
"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands." ~ Psalm 19:1, God's Word