And to get one on the correct year: This year in aviation history, unless 24 other posters manage to ninja me out of nowhere while I write this, Robert Goddard launched his first liquid fueled rocket (named Nell) in a field near Auburn, MA. Though his work would remain unappreciated by the American government and public for some time, his persistence in the field would lead to the era of modern rocketry, and open the door to spaceflight as we know it today. He would continue designing and testing rockets both as an independent researcher and government contractor, with his last works (in rather cruel fashion) being to dissect a distortion of his design - the German V-2 missile, stolen from underneath him and perfected as an instrument of war. And though he wouldn't live to see it, it would take just 31 years (and let's face it, another world war) from Nell's 41-foot launch to the launch of Sputnik 1 - the first ever artificial satellite. Twelve years after Sputnik, Apollo 11 would reach the moon; a partial (but not insignificant) fulfillment of the dreams he used to have as he gazed into the night.
I often wonder what he'd think of seeing what's become - Apollo, the shuttles, the ISS, the Mars rovers, and the deep space probes - all reality, thanks to him. I suppose we'll never know, though given the source of what he credited as his inspiration, I'm sure it would have brought him some comfort:
"On this day (October 19, 1899) I climbed a tall cherry tree at the back of the barn ... and as I looked toward the fields at the east, I imagined how wonderful it would be to make some device which had even the possibility of ascending to Mars, and how it would look on a small scale, if sent up from the meadow at my feet. I have several photographs of the tree, taken since, with the little ladder I made to climb it, leaning against it.
It seemed to me then that a weight whirling around a horizontal shaft, moving more rapidly above than below, could furnish lift by virtue of the greater centrifugal force at the top of the path.
I was a different boy when I descended the tree from when I ascended. Existence at last seemed very purposive.
-Robert Goddard, on the night he became transfixed by the sky