After one carries on a hobby for many years, it is often difficult to remember the when, how and why it had all started. But I am often asked that and how many meteorites do you have? Obviously my collection is minor compared to those meteor hunters like O. Richard Norton, who scour the Earth the world over. But it is our collection and people we show are usually impressed. They want to handle them one after the other, touch the magnet to them and look at the pictures I show them in my books. Because of the intense interest of children, I have begun to keep a small pile of the tiny chips my favorite rock store, Kristalle’s of Laguna Beach, often carries. I was told that they get them from an Australian fellow, who finds them when cleaning a storm drain. Most of the little rocks that seemed to clog it up were bitty meteorites washed in from the small muddy river on his ranch. When he had enough to bother with, he put them on the Web at the per ounce price, where Kristalle’s became his steady customer… and we theirs! With some small plastic boxes, I could say to a child who was reluctant to leave my assortment when it was time to leave, “Would you like to have a small one to keep?” I then showed them the small dish that contained the chips. And let them choose just one to put in the box and take home. This always reminded me of how I actually got started collecting with a chip also that small.. The find was tied to our 1986 road trip to hunt for Halley’s Comet. One of our stops was at an Arizona museum where...

Printed in Astronomy Magazine, March 1992 After much careful thought, we enrolled in our local college’s class on celestial navigation. But why? We soon noticed that our fellow students either already owned yachets capable of sailing at least to Hawaii, or had been building a boat for years and now, about finished, were eager to embark on long dreamed cruises to the unknown. A couple of hearty young men had obtaineed good paying jobs on fishing boats. Most all had perfectly logical reasons to be in this class.They were preparing themselves for possible life and death struggles with the open sea. On the other hand our two very small boats, lying on the sand below our deck (one a row boat for fishing, the other a catamaran, sort of a beat up trampoline with pontoons) were clearly meant for staying fairly close to shore. If we should find ourselves in need of navigation for either, we would definately require the services of the Coast Guard. So why were we spending two nights a week studying celestial navigation? I think it was the word Celestial. It has such a nice ring to it. So Bob and I decided to enroll. I reasoned: You never knew when we might be tempted to take a Love Boat Cruise. Remember the Titanic! The first thing I noticed after paying the tuition and investing in the books and equipment, was that the three very large textbooks seemed to contain more letters than numbers. Oh, oh… this is going to be a long semester! I’m not a number person. The best thing was that celestial navigation lent itself very well to hot tub study. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. Luckily we found ourselves in the hands of...

GRAMMA BEV’S DOLLS IN SOME NEW “OLD FASHIONED NURSERY RHYMES” FOR TODAYS CHILDREN Dolls, Photographs, and New Rhymes by Beverly Mosier   CHILD’S PLAY Ten little -fingers tapping on the keys Nine little lessons all learned with ease. Eight thousand dots light up the screen. Seven thousand children know what I mean. Six thousand, five thousand, four thousand and four, three thousand, two thousand, one thousand and more. All know, what I Know, and you will know it soon. The child brain, and the computer brain, are very much in tune   DAISIES Jennifer, Jennifer, how do you know, how to make the daisies grow? But how they grow so big, so fast, the daisies will never tell. Pat a seed deep in the ground, water it often and well. But how they grow so big, so fast, the daisies will never tell.   STARCADE Michael has the magic that guides the searching ray. Ashley has the pouier to zap the beam away. The numbers flash by quickly, higher than ever before. The winner will be Michael,or Ashley, the one with the higher score.   PLANET SONG The sun is shining in the sky, circled by planets passing by, I can name them, want to see? You can say them after me.   Mercury is closest to the sun. Venus has the brightest glow. Earth is my favorite one. Mars is fourth in the row. Jupiter has sixteen moons, Saturn, rings of gold. Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto, are far, far, away and cold.   We named them going out from the sun. Now then, lets name them going back in again.   Pluto, Neptune, and Uranus, are far, far, away and cold. Saturn shines, with many rings of gold. Jupiter has sixteen moons. Mars is forth in the...

Watching the sky from the hot tub is an educational and relaxing game. Just remember that what you see and reality, may not be the same. It was a dark and stormy night, as this tale begins. Well, thats nearly true. Anyway, dark and cold, but with the heat of the Jacuzzi, we enjoyed the cold breeze, too. When suddenly in a clearing, out over the sea, a crescent moon came into view. “Look at that moon!” my spouse said to me.”I see a fire! Do you?” A fire on the MOON? We know that can’t be. We didn’t believe i t. Would you? The top most point of the crescent moon had the tiniest little flame. We stared at that fire in total awe. Wondering what to blame? A fire on the moon never has been and seeing is NOT believing. Go get the binoculars? No! No! Its Impossible to think of leaving. The flame dropped from the moon, just a little below, not too far away. There it stayed bright and white, like the planet venus on an impromptu stay. Time stood still. But the seconds ticked on, as the flame glowed yellow and the moon was gone. It wasn’t the moon! Couldn’t have been the moon! The moon had been up in the day. White to yellow it changed. Yellow to orange, brighter or closer, we couldn’t say. If it’s coming closer, perhaps, we should go! Shouldn’t we get out of the way? Move from this spot? No! Not I! I’ll watch it now, come what may. For thirty long seconds, in very slow motion, we watched it fall quietly toward the black ocean. Then it was gone! How quiet and dark!The silence was extreme! No one spoke. We stared at the...

It really shouldn’t have happened at all! It’s just that some creatures seem bent on making mischief and causing trouble for themselves and all about them. The Ogres are just such creatures. And the intended victims of the Ogres pranks seemed to have been the people of the village of Rivertown. No one knows for sure why the Ogres decided to wreak such havoc on the Rivertown folks, who were very pleasant and friendly. Maybe, it was true that the Ogres wanted to chase the Rivertown folks away, so they could take over the lovely little village. It really was a lovely village, nestled in the cool green woods near the winding river. Yes, maybe the Ogres wanted the the area to themselves. Maybe. But the fact is, they suddenly began to act very mean. The river ran swiftly between the tall mountain cliffs, creating a small valley, almost isolated from the rest of the country-side. This was Rivertown. Although the people had nearly everything they could want, it was often necessary for them to go by wagon to the big city, far on the otherside of the river. So they built a sturdy bridge across the river and a road that connected to the city highway. Some of the people, who crossed the bridge, soon noticed that a Troll had taken up residence under the bridge. Toll the Troll was his name. He had built himself a rather cute little house, with a small door and a single window in the front. No one really minded that Toll the Troll had built his house there, until the bad things began to happen. First, Willie the woodcutter, taking a load of logs to the city, had his wagon upset, and lost his entire load in...

“Hot dogs, potato chips, punch and cake. Did I forget anything?” asked Grant, chewing on the end of his pencil thoughtfully. “That sounds great to me!” answered Robert, shifting around on the floor for a more comfortable position. “We haue been working on this party menu for an hour. Let’s not change it again.” He leaned over and looked at the page Grant had been working on. Popcorn was scratched out. “I do think we should have popcorn, though, that’s my favorite!” “O.K. Popcorn. Andrew likes it, too, and it is his birthday party. I sure hope you can keep a secret so we can surprise him.” “Me! You’re the one who told Dad about his surprise on Father’s Day!” “I only told him once! And Father’s Day was a long way off. I thought he would forget by then. Besides, he said he was surprised.” Grant argued. “Sure. Well keep Andrew’s party to yourself and let’s see if we can pull it off this time. Mom said it was all up to you and me and John. You can see how interested John is.” They both looked up from their floor work place, to John, who lay fast asleep on the bed.  Grant leaned against the bed and picked up the pad and pencil. “We’d better plan some games or something now that the menu is finished.” “You call that a menu?” said a voice. “I can’t believe you two! Planning a two elf party! “John?” said Robert softly. John was still asleep. Then he saw a little light on the pillow next to John’s face. The light hopped over to the foot of the bed next to Grant. And there stood a tiny elf. He had his hands on his hips...

In a cave beside the road there lived a fox family. Daddy fox went out hunting everyday to try to bring home enough food for his family of Mama fox and five little foxes. It was hard work. Sometimes they had enough to eat and sometimes they were very hungry.The baby foxes waited impatiently for Daddy fox to come home each night to see if there would be dinner to eat. If there was, everyone was contented and Daddy played with them after dinner and all were happy. If Daddy found no dinner, he came home late and was too tired to play and they were all hungry. One sunny day Little Peep, the chicken, was walking along the road, when something hit him on the head. He looked at the ground. There was a tiny pebble. He picked it up and ran until he came to the big hen, Dumb Cluck. “Look!” he cried out. “A pebble has fallen on my head. What can it mean?” Dumb Cluck looked at the pebble. “Oh dear,” she clucked this looks like a piece of the mountain! We must go and warn the others that the mountain is falling. Jerky Turkey will know what to do.” They ran to Jerky Turkey. “Little Peep has been hit on the head by a pebble! We think the mountain is falling. What shall we do?” Jerky Turkey looked at the pebble and gobbled. ” We must run and tell Dull Duck. They ran to Dull Duck and showed him the pebble. “The mountain is falling!” They all cried. “Hurry!” said Dull Duck. “We must hide in the cave, before the mountain falls!” And they all ran into the cave at once. Inside the cave sat the fox family. They were...

One cold winter, twin bears were born, deep in a warm cave. They stayed in the cave with their mother, as long as the snow was on the ground. On a lovely spring day she led them out into the world. The mother bear looked out across the lovely green pasture, wet with the morning dew. The twins sniffed the cool air and looked out toward the blue mountains. The world was a beautiful place, indeed. To the first born, and biggest and gruffest of the twins, she said. “I will name you Pasture after the spring green meadow.” Then to the smaller quieter bear, she said, “I will call you Dew, after the sparkling drops glistening on the pasture wild flowers.” Pass and Dewy. They nundged each other playfully. “Someday when you are big.” Their mother said, “You will own all of the lands you see, from here to the tall blue mountains. You will have to divide them one day, of course, and each rule an empire of your own. But for now you must stay by me, while I teach you about your lands. Today we will go down to the stream and I will teach you to fish,” And off they went, tripping over the rocks and sniffing at the flowers. Pass and Dewy were friends and played happily together, although they were very, very different. Pass would challenge every animal he met. He chased the birds and frightened the baby foxes and wolves every chance he got. “They must learn.” he said, “That I am the master of these lands.” Dew, on the other hand was good natured and loved to have the other animals about. He loved to listen to the birds sing. Sometimes they came right down...

The “Mystery of the Red and Green Flashing Lights” was published in Astronomy Magazine in about 1989. I have misplaced my copy and am not certain of the issue. The night was very clear, so we climbed into the hot tub fully equipt with binoculars, star charts and both hot and cold drinks. We cruised the skies confortably aboard our tub of bubbling hot water, looking at the sky above the cold water of the Pacific ocean. I looked from the sky above the waves and back at the chart puzzeled. “I have never noticed a star so low in the sky before.” I told Bob. He turned his binoculars on the star in question. “Funny thing about your star.” My husband said. “It has red and green lights flashing on it.” “Then what is it? An airplane, helicopter,what? It’s too high to be a ship mast. If it were a plane it would be moving faster. I took the binoculars and there they were, the red and green lights, twinkling on both sides of the white light. My new star was just two fingers above the horizon, an area often obscured by a peach colored finger of smog, floating down in the distance from Los Angeles. “Maybe it’s a weather balloon.” Bob suggested. “Probably it’s on a tether to keep it from drifting away.” I was losing interest and began casting about in search of a high traveling satellite. Bob spotted one once, I was still looking. I glanced back at my low star and measured it with my two fingers. I looked up at the Gemini twins, Pollux and Castor always just four fingers apart. With that confirmation of my accurate measure, I turned back to the “star”. Now a tiny bit...

This article was published in SKY AND TELESCOPE magazine in the May 1988 issue. At the same time TIME magazine had a cover story May 16,1988 featuring First Lady, Nancy Reagan, called “Astrology in the White House.” As both magazines were on the stands together, I took a double interest in this story from White House chief of staff, Donald Regan because of my own “What is Your Sign?” and because I had just completed my Nancy Reagan Doll for the collection of 19 inch china dolls. I had been working for years and years on First Lady dolls, each dressed in a tiny copy of the dresses featured in the “First Lady” collection in the Smithsonian Institution. So I tucked an issue of “Time” in with my First Lady reference books, used to write about each lady as I worked on her porcelain replica. And I added another with my Astronomy stuff. This story will explain why. YOU’RE AN ASTRONOMER? WHAT’S YOUR SIGN? I’ll bet there’s not an astronomer alive who wouldn’t like to have a clear night for every time he or she has heard that one. Astrology! how could anyone be idiot enough to mix that up with Astronomy? Yet it happens again and again. I remember the first time I heard the two confused. My husband Bob and I were sitting in a steaming hot tub at a ski lodge high in the Sierra Nevadas. We were treating ourselves to a vacation planned to consist of glorious sunny days of sking followed by crisp clear nights of star gazing. At first the strangers sharing the huge tub with us spoke only of the days skiing. Then slowly they settled back to relax sore muscles and get to know one another....

This story appeared in Astronomy Magazine, December, 1987. I’ll edit it down a bit and add some up-to-date comments regarding the children mentioned. We eventually acquired 14 grandchildren. A Star for Everybody Grandchildren give you a chance to do the things you didn’t have time for or didn’t think of when you were busy raising your own family. When the children of two of our daughters and our son were going to be spending the night with us … all at the same time while their parents were away, their grandfather wanted to plan a special treat for them. He decided that if the youngest children took good naps, he was going to let them stay up late, have their first “Hot Tub Astronomy” lesson, and even pick a star for their very own. Fortunately it was dark and clear that night as Grandpa, the five excited boys and two wide eyed girls marched to the hot tub. I cleverly stayed out to man the towels. It didn’t take long for the youngest girl to spot the star she wanted. She went for the brightest one, and almost before we were started six year old Libby was the owner of Sirius. Her younger brother, Scott,wasn’t happy with anything second to his sister’s, but with Sirius spoken for he would have to choose something else. “What’s second brightest?” he inquired with resignation. “Canopus can’t be seen tonight, too smoggy, and you can’t see it from your house anyway, because the star is too far south.” Grandpa explained. Scott sat back and stared at the heavens to think about it. Meanwhile three of his cousins had been led to choose the belt stars in Orion. It was a natural for the three brothers, but posed one...

Pulling the Plug and Hitting the Road in Search of Halley’s Comet The year was 1986. We watched the last of the hot water gurgle out of the Hot Tub and spill out under the surprised rose bushes. We snapped on the cover then threw our star charts and magazines into the camper with our warm clothes, and about a weeks supply of camping stuff and a couple days worth of food and drinks. Everything else we’d buy as needed. We would head for the mountains and hopefully open skies away from city lights. This was brought on by a business trip we had recently experienced in Palm Springs. Out on the high California desert we expected to find dark, open skies that would give us a good view of the expected Persied meteor shower. That night we bundled up warm and went outside. Not another soul was in sight. Obviously the rest of the guests hadn’t heard about it. The air was dry and sharply cold. Straight above we could see stars were up there, but only straight up. The rest of the sky was obliterated by the lights around the pool, tennis courts, parking lot and bright neons blinking yellow red and blue atop the Hotel. So much for the dark desert sky! This time we would go where there were no hotels, tennis courts or lights. We pulled the plug on the comforts of home and headed up to the mountains. We didn’t expect too much competition for an R.V. site as it was October. Our main goal was to find Halley’s Comet. At our first camp in many years we found a lovely spot at the edge of the giant redwood trees, a short stroll to an open field. We...

This first entry was published in Astronomy Magazine October 1985. Why I wrote it is explained in the article. Unlike styles, politics,and many other things in 1985 the sky and the home view of it is the same now in 2010. The fascination has lasted us a life time. Astronomy Magazine published my stories as I submitted them, and I thank them… perhaps just a tad late. A Guide for the “Wet Astronomer” Here we are! Your new astronomers. A group that grows larger every night. To the world of fantastic amateurs and brilliant professionals comes the new breed…the Wet Ones! we consist mainly of people, who if you say “east” automatically look right. It used to be we only looked up to see if it was going to rain. Now wet and warm in our outdoor hot tubs we have discovered the sky.It’s a discovery that is absolutely inevitable. I wish I had known about it before installing the hot tub. Hot tubs are extremely difficult to relocate. Perhaps we can get a warning printed by, oh NASA or somebody, and have it attached to newly manufactured tubs. “WARNING! SITTING IN A HOT TUB AT NIGHT MAY LEAD TO AN ADDICTION TO SKY WATCHING. USE EXTREME CAUTION IN PLACING THIS TUB SO OBSTRUCTIONS TO THE SKY WILL NOT FRUSTRATE YOU.” In any case the hot tub astronomer will become a specialist, concentrating only on that part of the sky yhat passes through his own view from the hot tub. The rest of the heavens will remain in Siberia as far as he is concerned. People jump into hot tubs for a variety of reasons therapeutic and social. A survey at the local spa shop revealed a host of replies. Question: “Why are you...

Tempus Fugit, a Latin phrase, translates to “time flies.” Beverly Started making clocks with a neighbor, Merlyn McBride, out of shopping boxes and wrapping paper tubes which were ‘mache’d’ then jesso’d and hand painted. Each clock was unique and almost all were sold at Richards Lido Market and never seen again. This clock is one of only two still remaining in the Mosier collection.  ...