Pour 1 package raspberry Jello into a bowl.Add 1 litre hot water.Stir until dissolved.Add fruit punch drink crystals to taste.When it is okay to the taste, add some more.Stir and pour the lot into a thermos.Go to the observing site.Pour the lot into you and your friends.Do not let it go cold in your mug lest it become sloppy jello! Ohyes — be careful around the scopes. I just hate those stickyNaglers.–40˚ temperatures. Your scope will likely tell you when it hashad enough of that nonsense by creaking loudly or just refusingto move. If you should get cold and are not sure what to doabout it, just go for a walk. It is surprising how little you willhave to do to become warm. I would bet it takes less than ahundred metres to restore your comfort.Now then, no more excuses. I expect all of you to be oglingthe skies at observing sessions from December right throughMarch.Parting thoughtsThere you have it! Remember the three-layer formula and a fewtricks with the extremities and you will be a winter observerin comfort. Exercise an extra bit of common sense beforedeciding to venture out. That is, do not expect great results inTony Wallace’s interest in astronomy has recently come to includetelescope making. He can often be found suffering the rigours of the“Parabolic Willies” during yet another attempt to inflict his will uponsome obstinate piece of Pyrex.The Wilkinson Memorial Observatoryby R. A. Clark, Windsor Centre (rclark@wincom.net)The town of Eastend is in southwesternSaskatchewan, near the borders of Alberta andMontana. The population numbers seven hundredand fifty-two. It nestles in a wide coulee that was carvedby an ancestor of the Frenchman River. The stream windspeacefully southward through the prairie wheat lands.To the west, the Cypress Hills shelter the town from theinfamous prairie winds. These picturesque hills wereonce home to the mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex dinosaur,but are now a place where gentle white-faced cattle,mule deer, and antelope graze.Eastenders live in unique but quiet isolation. Thenearest large community is Swift Current, almost onehundred kilometres to the north. They are a communitymindedpeople. They have created resources that areunsurpassed by many larger towns. There are five churches,a high school, an arena, a curling rink, a nine-hole golfcourse, a 14-bed hospital, and a café where most of thecommunity’s business deals are consummated. Theyhave plans for a million dollar museum to display the completeskeleton of a Tyrannosaurus Rex that was recently discoveredin a nearby canyon wall — and on a hill, just south of town,they have an astronomical observatory that would be the envyof most educational institutions having an astronomy program.It is called the Wilkinson Memorial Observatory.In 1927 when a young blacksmith named Wilkinsonimmigrated to Canada, Eastend was already a bustling cowThe Wilkinson Memorial Observatory at Eastend, Saskatchewan.town. The ranchers and the wheat farmers needed someonewho was good with a forge and who could repair their specializedequipment. Jack Wilkinson’s smithy business boomed and soonhe had expanded into a machine shop, using his own handcraftedtools. Jack had a lively curiosity about almost everything. Hisneed to know and to discover extended to the stars that shoneso brightly from the clear skies of Saskatchewan. Mostly from288JRASC December/décembre 1998
mail-order sources, he began to assemble information aboutastronomy and optics.His first telescope was an ambitious 10-cm refractor, madefrom scrap tubing and welded in his own shop. Lenses wereground and polished with his own hands. Eyepieces wereconstructed as needed, from brass cylinders turned on his shoplathe. Next came a 15-cm reflector. The grinding of the mirrortook the Wilkinson family one whole winter. A testing jig wasdesigned and built to test the parabolic accuracy of the mirror.The town’s pharmacist supplied the coating for the mirror, andthe jeweler assisted with the application.In order to provide a rigid mounting for the telescope, theWilkinson machine shop truly came into its own. Many of thecomponents came from a World War II Anson training aircraftthat had crashed nearby. To track the stars according to theEarth’s rotation, an equatorial mount was designed andconstructed by the community blacksmith.A 20-cm telescope was next with a mount so heavy thatit sat at the back of the shop. When the stargazers of Eastendwanted a viewing session, they had to have enough strong mento roll the telescope onto the sidewalk with steel rollers. Fromthere they gathered to observe the craters of the Moon, therings of Saturn, star clusters, and nebulae. A whole new dimensionhad been opened for the citizens of this small agricultural town.A new and permanent site was needed. As with his previousefforts, Jack Wilkinson designed a circular building with arotating dome. By trial and error and with the help of manyfriends, the observatory was built on the roof of the high school.Jack Wilkinson died in 1953, but the interest that he hadawakened in the town lived on. A club was formed, withmembership shares that would pay for the care and theimprovement of the observatory. The structure was moved toa hill, on land donated by a local rancher. A Celestron C11 waspurchased, and the little town could boast that they had anobservatory with one of the largest telescopes in western Canada.They called their observatory the Wilkinson Memorial Observatory.Times have changed for small prairie towns. Many youngpeople have moved away and others have found new interests.The Wilkinson Observatory now sits alone, awaiting an eagerface to press against the eyepiece. Occasionally classroom toursarrive during daylight hours. The students are able to look forsunspots or to try reading the signs on the Shaunovon grainelevators, 30 kilometres away. Wade Selvig of Shaunovon andRichard Drockner of Maple Creek make the long drive asfrequently as possible. Jim Young of the Saskatoon Centre visitsto help with the maintenance and to give advice.My sister Beryl resides at Eastend, and so on a visit duringthe past summer I inquired at the town hall about a tour of theobservatory. In true western hospitality the reply came, “Yes,you may. We’ll send the key over and you may use it as long asyou wish.”It was Kendal McCuaig, the local Plumbing and Heatingcontractor, who brought the key. Generously he offered to driveto the observatory to ensure that all was in good working order.The road took us along the “Red Coat Trail,” the original routeof the Northwest Mounted Police when they were establishingforts for the protection of Canada’s southern border. It was onthe same trail that Commissioner Walsh rode out to meet ChiefSitting Bull. The Chief and his Sioux army had retreated intoCanada after the battle of the Little Big Horn. Walsh and a fewof his officers intended to remind the Chief that he was nowin Canada and must respect Canadian laws. The Chief agreedand he kept his word.Kendal and I entered the observatory, and I was amazedby the spacious installation. A well-maintained C11, restingon its steel mount, was anchored in concrete. Its electronicdrive is powered by solar panels. There is a fine assortment ofeyepieces and filters, a solar filter, and a modest but adequatelibrary of star charts and astronomy books. The dome movedeasily with a generous opening slide. Under the sparkling skiesof southern Saskatchewan and with no Moon, that night wasgoing to be a wonderful experience for me.My sister, her family, and some neighbours all expressedinterest in joining me for a star party. Alas, as evening came,clouds rolled in and the rain began to fall. It rained all thatnight, the next day, and the next night. The following day I hadto make a run for Regina to catch my flight home.The happy part of this story is that the area had beensuffering from a drought. The farmers and the ranchers werebeginning to have concern for their crops and their cattle. Therewas great rejoicing in Eastend as the life-giving rain fell on mystar party. As for me, I can only hope that the WilkinsonObservatory will be found by more of the curious with the samehunger for knowledge as that of the young blacksmith. Hisspirit lives in Eastend and on that lonely spot in the CypressHills.Rod Clark has been a member of the Windsor Centre for ten years.He became acquainted with the stars and constellations throughlessons in astral navigation taught by the Royal Canadian Air Forceduring World War II. He retired in 1989 from a career in radiobroadcasting, mostly with the CBC in technical operations, but withwriting opportunities. His interest in astronomy was rekindled bythe return of Halley’s Comet. (His father was fond of relating how hehad being awakened during the night by his grandfather to watchthe 1910 apparition of Halley’s Comet, but unfortunately did not liveto see it during its 1986 apparition.) Following retirement Roypurchased a Celestron C8 and joined the RASC. He has been writinga monthly column on astronomy for the Tecumseh Tribune for thepast seven years.December/décembre 1998 JRASC289