As the rocket was poised to launch ground control informed him they were about to lift off, and he replied, “Poyekhali!” Which translates as “Let’s go!” I understand in the Eastern bloc his excited call to go has become the moment they mark as when the space age began. I like that. The excitement, the dream of humans reaching the stars began to be something closer to a reality in that moment. And I love when dream and reality touch. Sadly, he died only seven years later on a routine training flight.
As it happens NASA’s first space shuttle, the STS-1 was launched on the same day twenty years later. It was an accident, the original intention was to launch two days earlier. But, I like, a lot, that it happened the way it did.
And that opened another door. This day, the 12th is an international moment where humans can look to the skies and think we might, we just might go into space. That dream to explore, to go, to see is such a deep human thing. And it makes me glad.
Then, forty years later George Whitesides the CEO of Virgin Galactic, his spouse Loretta Hidalgo Whitesides, and Trish Garner decided this day should be celebrated. And they organized an event to do so. They called it Yuri’s Night. This has been repeated every 12th of April ever since. And it really has caught on. There are more formal celebrations, the Russian Federation celebrates the day as Cosmonautics Day and the United Nations designed the 12th as the International Day of Human Space Flight.
According to the good folk at Wikipedia, “Yuri’s Night events ‘combine space-themed partying with education and outreach.’ Parties and events are held at NASA centers, museums, schools, bars, houses, and other locations.” So, whether you’re a party animal, or just pause to lift one in honor of the occasion, do pause, and look to the night sky.
Some think it is our destiny out there. I’m not quite sure of that. But, I turn my head up and I find my heart leaps.
And for the ironically inclined, I know you want this, so sure, okay, here you go…