Twelve years ago, the Tabor Meteorite celebrated it’s 250th birthday on this planet. But to me Tabor is so much more than just a historical witnessed meteorite fall of advanced age. Tabor, Czech Republic is also the land of the people on my father’s side.
In fact, there is no reason to think that my ancestors missed out on any of the excitement that fell from the sky on that July 3rd evening way back in 1753.
I can imagine that a young multiple-great grandfather or grandmother staring up with wonder as a colorful light flew across the summer sky. The sight would make no sense, but would instill a gnawing curiosity, but not so intense as to be frightening. How do I know? Because back when I was ten years old, I saw the great 1972 Daylight Fireball.
I was fishing on Lolo creek southwest of Missoula, Montana. It was a beautiful day under a clear blue sky. I remember the meteor flying across the valley from south to north. It was colorful with bright pinks, greens, and blues. It left a thick smoke trail that lasted for a long time.
What I found interesting, in hindsight anyway, is that I remember being fascinated by the event, but it was so far beyond anything easily comprehendible that once the fireball disappeared and immediate shock wore off, I went back to fishing, and just figured I’d learn more about it later. Essentially, out of sight, out of mind. And I think the experience has taught me to have empathy with those folks who witnessed crazy astronomical events like a meteorite fall, but then moved on to something else without looking for either the thing that fell from the sky or for more information later.
Here’s a link with more information about the Great 1972 Fireball:
…Until Next Time.