Today, I have arrived in Rockford to visit my mother until Sunday. I have my husband's camera but not access to my usual groups of pictures. I will include a stock shot of SeaTac airport (Ted S. Warren AP used without permission) I took the shuttle to the airport, rode the plane to O'Hare, got my luggage, waited for the bus to Rockford. There you go, it is what it is. Or, to be more Canadian, Bob's your uncle.
Right off, my mother and I went down into the basement to go through my father's old file cabinets. We found a whole file drawer of source information about nuclear power as an energy source from the 1970s. Another file drawer of management seminars from the 1980s. Another file drawer on local education issues in the 1990s. A file drawer on his consulting business also in the 1990s.
But no file drawer on Oak Ridge National Labs where he took the reactor course in 1952. I had contacted the retirees who run a history room at Oak Ridge and I hoped to call them tomorrow about the materials I could contribute. There was one 8x10 glossy of a young Al next to some very large confusing aparatus that was marked ORNL. That was all. Maybe he felt it was top secret, maybe it was jettisoned in another move.
Found some though not all of the slides.
PS my mom thinks that picture of a young me and my brother was taken in Livermore. She doesn't think we were waiting for the school bus, she thinks we were just thrilled with the cowboy hats
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Every page you pitch is a mitvah! Paper multiplies in every house and I have enough in mine ... .let alone in an additonal house to look into.
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