Southern Maine Astronomers
SMA offers a means by which you can turn that unused telescope or set of binoculars into a charitable donation and support our mission to share astronomy with the public!
Despite the best of intentions, sometimes a budding interest in astronomy fails to blossom into a full-fledged passion and folks find themselves with equipment they are no longer using. Or sometimes a loved one who had such a passion passes away and his family or estate has no idea with what to do his or her collection of astronomical equipment. SMA can help. We have been the recipient of many donated telescopes, eyepieces, binoculars, astronomical cameras and the like. We have provided a way for a donor or a surviving family to make a meaningful contribution to our mission and thereby do good in the face of a challenging situation.
To accept such a donation SMA asks that the donation meets the following criteria:
Upon receipt of any donated equipment, SMA will acknowledge receipt by way of an itemized list of what was donated. Because SMA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization donations to us are tax-deductible. While we cannot offer tax advice or necessarily value or appraise your donation for tax purposes, we can provide our best estimate of what we think the market value is of the donated equipment.
Upon acquisition of the equipment, SMA may use it any of the following ways:
If you have an interest in making a donation, please contact Ara Jerahian, Chair of our Equipment Committee at firstname.lastname@example.org or Bob Dodge, Club Treasurer at email@example.com or reach out to any of the Club’s Officers or Directors.
Thank you very much for considering SMA for your prospective donation.
When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
By Walt Whitman
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.