In the Museum: The Papers of Crocker Snow
- By Mary Collins
- Air & Space magazine, September 2002
(Page 3 of 3)
The Planetarium’s Makeover
After a one-month renovation, the National Air and Space Museum’s Albert Einstein Planetarium is back—and better than before. The planetarium has gone digital, featuring a new technology that, in conjunction with the original Zeiss projector, uses 12 projectors to paint the entire surface of the 70-foot-high dome with images. The new technology gives viewers the sensations of three-dimensionality and movement. The latest show, “Infinity Express: A 20-Minute Tour of the Universe,” takes advantage of the new system by transporting viewers on a wild ride through an enormous canyon on Mars and giving them a tour of the cosmos, in which thousands of galaxies float past. General admission is $7.50; for more information, call (202) 357-2700.





Comments (2)
I grew up on his estate since I was 8 yrs old I was the grandson he never had as he put it I worked there until I was 30 I did all of his research work in his 100 ft long cellar with wall cabinets I helped him along with pam and ann seymour to finding his orville wright flying license in the cellar along with alot of b-29 noseart from his papers warning people with dollar bills on one side so they would pick them up to get out of hiroshima Isaw and catalogued all of these pics and i have to say his son crocker jr was his least best friend which im sure anyone that knows himknows thati was kind of shocked but he probably has a monetary issue or to try himself look better you can ask his stepbrother don little in ipswich it is to bad that
Posted by chris austin on February 25,2009 | 10:18 PM
My mother, Margaret 'Peggy' (Reid) Towne just passed away. She worked for Crocker Snow at the Mass. Aeronautic Commission at Logan Airport. Peggy followed his career throughout her life. She tells one story of another secretary asking about Peggy's veins showing on her wrists (she was in her 20's at the time). She answered "Oh, I'm just an old blueblood like Crocker". At that moment, Mr. Snow happened to be walking up the isle from behind her. He didn't say anything, but I guess his shoulders were 'going' as he chuckled his way back to his office. EDITORS' REPLY: Our condolences on the loss of your mother. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful anecdote.
Posted by Richard Towne on January 8,2011 | 06:26 AM