More photos. All hyperlinked from page with tests of text on
different backgrounds, and from bio page
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| Cooking supper on the
Appalachian Trail. |
Explaining the
backplane of an IBM 704, at the General Electric Computer
facility at Arizona State University, 1956. This was a vacuum
tube machine with magnetic core storage. |
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| At the console of the IBM 701, at the General
Electric Jet Engine Department, north of Cincinnati, OH, in 1954. Note the
punched cards, which were used for program storage. This was a
vacuum tube machine with Williams Tube (CRT) storage. |
Most of the components of the IBM
Card Programmed Calculator (CPC) at the General Electric Hanford
Atomic Products Operation, 1953. The board that Bill McGee and I
are shown working at in the Text Illustrations page controlled
the IBM 605 calculator, behind me. I'm looking at the plugboard
for the punch unit, and the large machine front left is a
modified IBM 407 Tabulating Machine (or some such name). Out of
sight: the auxiliary storage units, which held 16 10-digit
numbers in rotating wheels. We had three CPCs. Bill and I got a
GE Management Award for improvements that permitted the company
to return one of them. |
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| My
mother in 1943. At age 47 she went back to college to finish her
degree so she could teach junior high science, replacing a man
who had been drafted to fight in World War II. She had taught
before, at a time when an elementary school teacher needed only
two years of college. My mother was a major influence on my
interest in teaching, mostly by encouraging me when I tried as a
child to explain things to her. She listened. |
My
Grandfather's farm in Idaho, early 1900s.
Split rail fences in
foreground. |
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| My siblings in
about 1965: Harvey, Ruth, Horace, David, and myself. I am the
only one remaining. I was the baby of the family. My brother John died
of polio in 1956, just after the vaccine had been invented. |
My brother Horace. I think I
took the picture, at our sister's home, but I'm not sure. Horace died
in 2002.
No one knows details, but apparently he went for a swim in a
natural hot spring near where he lived, and had a heart attack. He
was a good man, who had lived a full life.
He had many disappointments, but accomplished a great deal, and
died recognized as one of the most knowledgeable people in the
world about solar energy: solar water distillation, solar cooking,
solar heating, and many related subjects. He also died having fun.
I miss him greatly. |
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| A picture of me with Margaret Mead. I
recall asking her if she knew of a case where
a person died purely of fright from a curse. She said, as best I
recall, that she had heard of things that came pretty close.
This was at a meeting of the U.S.A. Task Force on the Future of
Mankind in a World of Science-Based Technology, co-sponsored by
Union Theological Seminary and the National Council of Churches,
in 1970. I have wondered for nearly 30 years, since the book came out, why
on earth I was scowling at her. Perhaps the editor who chose the
pictures for the book, may he rest in peace, picked this picture
in an attempt to make me look stupid. If so, he certainly succeeded. |
Lucius Walker, listed in
the book as a community organizer. My photo, taken in Roger
Shinn's living room at Union Seminary. I had a few lights set up
permanently during a free-ranging discussion that took place
over two days. I had no way to change the lights during the
meeting. Considerable natural light was available. All were candid
(unposed) shots, of course. I was as unobtrusive as possible, and
after a while people pretty much ignored me. |
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| Preston N. Williams. |
Adolph L. Dial, "Historian of the
American Indian," (as the term was used then), scanned from a photographic print. The previous three
imagess were scanned in
from the halftones in the printed report. |
Adolph L. Dial and
Margaret Mead. I had floodlights for main light, but notice how
the light from the window produces a nice three-dimensional
effect, as on Dial's shoulder and left side of face, and on
Mead's hands. |
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| Mount
Katahdin in Maine is the northern terminus of the Appalachian
Trail, which runs about 2,000 miles along the Appalachian
Mountains to Springer Mountain in Georgia. I have hiked the
northern third or so, from Katahdin to the Delaware Water Gap,
in lots of three- to seven-day hikes. |
Lakes
somewhere in Maine. |
Clouds with proverbial silver lining. |
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There are lots of streams and rivers.
Occasionally it is necessary to wade across one, carrying boots.
Not sure I'd want to do that now, with my lovely steel and
plastic knees.
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