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I have kept rather
meticulous logs and preserved two “shelf-meters” of letters about
my private satellite tracking activities
since 1966. Recordings of signals are carefully digitized and preserved. I
have published many accounts of my satellite tracking at my web site. But
– my records may be hard to safeguard into the far future and web sites
disappear, and with them all their sometimes irreplaceable information.
However, a book, with a proper ISBN number may get preserved by
professional libraries. Such a book also ends up with private individuals
that take an interest in this field. In this way there is a certain
non-negligible chance that my satellite tracking exploits get preserved
for some time.
The reason I want that to happen is of course that I
do not want all this effort to have been for naught. But also
that my narrative may give future readers a taste of what it was like in
the early space age, the drama, the technology and the seemingly primitive
technical means at the disposal of the space enthusiast that wanted to
keep a close ear on space events. I hope both modern and future readers
will enjoy these glimpses from the past.
Those persons that I owe gratitude to are
certainly mentioned extensively in the text – except one: my late wife
Inger Albrecktsson (1947-2012) who had to live with my
quirky hobby but who also sometimes helped me track satellites, especially
those with cosmonauts on-board. I am so glad that she understood that
living with me for 41 years came with an extra “package” – humming radios,
static and strange bleeps from loudspeakers, me getting up in the middle
of the night to twiddle the controls of my radios, phone calls from other
space trackers rattling off strings of numbers for her to write down, and
other oddities. I just wish I had thanked her more while she was still
among us. This paragraph is an insufficient substitute for the gratitude I
owe my life’s companion.
Happy
reading!
Sven
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