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Title: Louis arranges Russian Scientist's Visit
Author: Dan Truman
  From Velikovsky at Harvard by Stephen L. Talbott "The sun, he said, couldn't have more than 1800 positive volts (or, it follows, one negative volt) This before physicist V. A. Bailey calculated that the sun has a negative charge of 1019 volts. And so, in a stronghold of ill-starred resistance to his views, Velikovsky was finally asked to tell his own story and to call forth his own witnesses. He spoke before an audience hosted by the Society of Harvard Engineers and Scientists, comprising faculty, alumni, graduate, and undergraduate students. The decision to invite Velikovsky originated with Herbert Zisch-k,au, a Harvard sophomore; Louis Sutro, on the research staff of MIT's Draper Laboratory, worked out the arrangements with Velikovsky."
   
Title: Fearless Trailblazer
Author: Dan Truman ... dantruman1888@yahoo.com
  When I was younger, I would accompany my grandfather Louis and others on walks deep in the woods. Once in awhile he'd see an opportunity to take a short cut by leading us through the back part of someone's property. "But we don't KNOW them..." I'd anxioulsy exclaim. He'd then fearlessly offer to go up to the front door and introduce us.
   
Title: Chasing Chickens
Author: Roger Sutro ... rsutro@cox.net
  I guess that Louis has some experience raising chickens when he grew up in Basking Ridge, NJ. He and Ruth were visiting me one time, in Henniker, NH, where I lived in the early 70's. Our household got 6 chickens to raise, and we enjoyed having fresh eggs - Anyway, one time when he was visiting, the chickens got loose, and Louis showed a heretofore unknown side of himself to me by outrunning all the chickens and rounding them back into the fenced in area - and, almost unbelievably, he chased one chicken right through a 1 and 1/2 foot by 2 foot wide chicken door, without pausing or stopping, he just crouched down and scooted though without a second thought. I'm guessing that he had gotten a lot of practice as a kid, and that it was a well-learned skill.
   
Title: Short Wave Radio
Author: Roger Sutro ... rsutro@cox.net
  In the 60's, when I built a short-wave radio from a kit (purchased at YouDoIt electronics) and it didn't work right away, Louis invited me in his lab at MIT to try and fix it. He asked one of the student-engineers there to check it out. After testing the radio's different sub-circuts on an oscilliscope and several other meters I had never heard of, an over-heated transistor was located and replaced, and the far-out variety of short wave stations came it loud and clear. It was fun to have a "modern" version the tube-based short-wave radio that we grew up with - which I believe to have been Louis's. I would listen for hours and hours to that set, imagining who was sending those signals (most often I would picture huge sea vessels), enjoying the variety of languages and sounds that huge-tubed, golden veneer-wood, lighted-dial radio would generate.
   
Title: Working in the Evenings
Author: Roger Sutro ... rsutro@cox.net
  Louis would often work long into the evening, writing "proposals" for new work, reading scientific papers, and calling colleagues about projects. Louis would read for hours, but our cat Luca (pronounced Luu-Ka), who liked to hang out with him, would want to get some attention, get on his lap, get a rub, etc. So it would often happen that while Louis was deep in concentration, Luca would begin to edge in to sit on the papers he had next to him, and lie on the papers, especially the ones Louis was trying to read. Louis would rouse from his reading and gently move Luca to another spot, where Luca would stay for a minute or so before moving in to sit on his reading again. Eventually, Luca would end up in Louis's lap, where she would get quitely stroked by him, and Louis would not break stride with his reading - he would still have kept "on task" the whole time. One variation of this sequence would occur when he had to write as well, and then, politely explaining that "I've got to write now", he would lift her back onto the floor (where she would stay for a minute or two, and then start in again).
   
Title: Catching the runaway horse
Author: Ruth W. Sutro ... ruthwsutro@juno.com
  Louis and I lived in Concord Sq. at the South End of Boston in 1946. One day, the milkman's horse got excited and ran off, pulling the cart behind him. Louis galloped after the horse for a two block chase across Tremont Street, finally catching and settling down the horse. He was the only one on the scene who knew what to do, and was the hero of the day.
   
Title: All That Writing at the Dining Room table
Author: Dale Truman ... dtruman@snet.net
  I always think of Louis bent over, under a floor lamp, at the dining room table wherever he happened to be, with a pad of lined paper, working on the latest draft of a paper or a proposal or a diagram. This is an aspect of his personality probably not unknown to many of you. For an appreciation of the significance of these writings, however, we can now turn to NASA's website for the Multimission Image Processing Lab (MIPL) http://www-mipl.jpl.nasa.gov/, a lab which sprang out of the early work by Louis and many others like him (both at MIT's Instrumentation Lab and CalTech's Jet Propulsion Laboratory) and has resulted so far in the myriad images sent back by Spirit and Opportunity, the Mars Rovers, and in the success of these rovers in avoiding navigational hazards in their peregrinations. Louis was not one to be daunted by immediate realities, scientific or topological, and in this case reality has apparently caught up with his vision. Although printed circuitry methods and powerful computational algorithms have, of course, vastly improved upon early imagery filters, the central concept of stereoscopic or binocular vision championed by Louis has withstood the test of time. I have included some scans of notes, text, and a diagram from Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Instrumentation Laboratory Publication R-582 Rev I Assembly of Computers to Command and Control a Robot by Louis Sutro and William L. Kilmer, February 1969 (Revised December 1969).
   
Title: Just in Case
Author: Joy Truman ... dtruman@snet.net
  Dad must have encountered hard times while he was first on own. So he'd alert us children to certain facts of life, just in case we ever needed to know.... If you need to approach a farmhouse, be aware that you might get shot at! You can drink from a stream if no one lives uphill. Lost the trail? Follow the stream downhill. And if milk goes sour (this on a road trip during which ours did), you can absolutely still drink it (stopping the car, getting out, and forcing himself to swallow some right out of the carton while we watched all agog.)
   
Title: Fixing the TV
Author: Roger Sutro ... rsutro@cox.net
  Louis knew how to diagnose problems with electronics - he taught me how to carefully remove tubes from radios and TV's and test them to see if they needed to be replaced. I have a memory of coming home from a movie one Saturday ( I might have been eight or nine years old ) and finding Louis at the dining room table, with the Admiral TV Set slid out of the Black Bakelite Case for examination. As Louis systematically tested suspect components, I recounted the movie's plot, in no particular order, going on and on, until at some point Louis suggested that I might want to prioritize my thoughts a little - I'm sure it must have been exasperating for him to hear my rambling and out of sequence account, but he was nice to me about it. Meanwhile the TV got fixed. This is the same TV on which the family watched for "Mutiny on the Bounty" and Ed Sullivan presents "The Beatles".
   
Title: Well, we're off
Author: Roger Sutro ... rsutro@cox.net
  Getting ready for a summer vacation - everyone packing, Ruth and Louis organizing and making sure food, clothes, kids, coolers, and cats were all carefully packed.

This departure seemed to take hours, and I don't remember liking this part very much, in fact, it was frustrating to find everything, get that car packed right, organize everyone, and make sure all angles were covered.
Then finally we'd start the car and settle into our seats and drive on Webster street towards Rt. 128 and the Mass. Pike, and as it became clear that once again we'd cleared all hurdles and commenced our travel, Louis would conclude:
"Well, we're off"

And Ruth would sigh or joke, and suddenly it was a good time again, and we were going on an adventure together.
   
Title: Louis at Church
Author: Bobbie Alicen
  I remember Louis fondly during the Sunday morning services. He most usually had a pad of lined paper in his lap and wrote diligently during the sermon. I figured he was taking notes, but, I suppose he could have been working on one of his engineering problems! Louis always made a happy grin when Ruth was fininshed singing with the choir and joined him in the pew. In the everyday life of the church, Louis gave of himself generously. He was one of the bastion members of the congregation.
   
Title: Cybernetics
Author: Principia Cybernetica
  From Cybernetics to System Dynamics
In this famous melting pot, ideas boiled. From one research group to another the vocabularies of engineering and physiology were used interchangeably. Little by little the basics of a common language of cybernetics was created: learning, regulation, adaptation, self-organization, perception, memory. Influenced by the ideas of Bigelow, McCulloch developed an artificial retina in collaboration with Louis Sutro of the laboratory of instrumentation at MIT. The theoretical basis was provided by his research on the eye of the frog, performed in 1959 in collaboration with Lettvin, Maturana, and Pitts. The need to make machines imitate certain functions typical of living organisms contributed to the speeding up of progress in the understanding of cerebral mechanisms. This was the beginning of bionics and the research on artificial intelligence and robots.

From Principia Cybernetica  http://pcp.lanl.gov/CYBSHIST.html
   
Title: On the first date
Author: Ruth W. Sutro ... RuthWSutro@Juno.com
  Our first date, about June 1, 1945, was a canoe ride on the Ipswich River. Louis wouldn't let me paddle although I was eager to show him that I knew how. He, in the stern facing me, made two unforgettable comments: "Ideas run the world," he said, and "Very soon you will be throwing away those artist's brushes because pictures will be made by electronics." I listened, thinking silently that other things as well as ideas run the world. I also kept my artist's brushes and have made many an oil painting since then. We were married a little over a year later, on June 22, 1946.
   
Title: The Old Admiral TV, Continued
Author: Joy Truman
  We didn't understand why Dad had to watch "Decisions 1958" ('59, '60, '61...) as a new year began, but nearly every other evening of the year the television was ours to watch in the living room. And if Mum and Dad gave a party, he'd carry it upstairs so we could watch it there. The television was very heavy, so "carry it" meant his lumbering--slowly, side to side, one tread at a time, his back straight, knees bent. What if he dropped it? What if he fell? We knew he was taking a risk for us!
   
Title: Odd Lessons
Author: Joy Truman
  The year my father was my Sunday School teacher, we learned how to make an electromagnet using a nail, a wire, and a battery. The sun is 93 million miles away! And you could worship at home--one summer Sunday he led a service for the family in our living room, reading from the Bible and reciting The Lord's Prayer.
   
Title: Standing up to the Hardware
Author: Roger Sutro ... rsutro@cox.net
  Learning basic carpentry skills was not without tough moments. I was not much taller than our carpentry bench, and trying to hand-turn a wood screw into a board (without first drilling a pilot hole) was getting the best of me.
My struggle must have shown - Louis, who was working nearby, came over and asked what was wrong?
"I can't get this screw to turn any more, I can't do this"!
Louis took this in, picked up a screwdriver, removed the stuck screw and picked it up.
"Now look here, screw, you are giving my son a hard time and that is not ok! You have tried our patience!"
He threw the offending screw down on the floor, and selected another, handing it to me, saying: "This looks like a better one to me, don't you think so?".
I thought so, felt encouraged, and together we tackled the rest of the job; Louis drilled pilot holes and rubbed the screw threads with soap, telling me "These are some tricks that help". ... and the rest of the job went more smoothly.
   
Title: Star Gazing
Author: Roger Sutro ... rsutro@cox.net
  After Dark, Summer, in Waltham, Mass, in the back yard, I was 3 years old, standing next to Louis, with the Joy & Sarah & Ruth, and we were star-gazing.
A question formed. Hmmmm, The sky changes every day, why is that...?
I asked Louis, "Why does it get dark out?", and Louis replied: "Because the planet is turning in space, and we do not always face the sun".
A picture of this formed clearly in my mind - I could see the sun lighting up the faces of planets, and the earth, a massive sphere, turning silently in the expanse of outer space.
That was my last question for the evening, the answer was so big. We stayed out for a good while longer, in the comfortable summer night.
   
Title: Reading these
Author: David Rikert ... david@rikert.com
  Reading these anecdotes brings alive my memories of Uncle Louis -- so many are familiar (particularly those illuminating his never-wavering focus on his vision work), yet so many provide glimpses of experiences to which I did not have access and which bring a depth to my memory (eg, the uncooperative wood working screw Roger describes). Thank you all!
   
Title: The Comic Books
Author: Roger Sutro ... rsutro@cox.net
  "Roger, I have an idea I'd like to run by you", said Louis one day, as we were walking together in Canada during a summer visit there - I was in 5th grade, and not really connecting to the homework or getting into school much. You could say that I majored in daydreaming.

Louis: "You like reading comic books, don't you?"
Roger: "yup"
Louis: "Well, I'd like you to read three books as part of getting into reading this summer, and if you do, I'll buy you three comic books as part of the bargain"
Roger: "Hmmm, Ok, Deal"
I think this might have been when I started reading science fiction - Ruth brought me to a library, (near or in Cummington, Mass), later that summer, and I discovered an Isaac Asimov book there about a dramatic nuclear power plant crisis.
Louis's deal worked out, and I got into reading.
-- And I got three comic books: Batman, Superman and a Justice League of America.
   
Title: From the Libby Neighbors
Author: Barbara (Libby) Paulson ... bpaulson@csc.com
  For the Family: It was a much simpler time then. My family moved to Needham in the mid- 50s. The Sutros were our neighbors. I was born there in 1959, and I was only 3 years old when we moved away so my memories of Needham are very few and faint. But of the few images I have, one of the strongest is the way into the Sutros house  specifically through the basement  in the familiar way close neighbors used to drop by for coffee and a chat. My mother must have taken that trip with me in her arms many times for me to remember just where the door was, and where the washing machine stood. I wish I had lived there longer and had more memories of my own. I am a bit jealous of the stories my older siblings Diane and David tell of playing with Joy and Roger Dodger. Neighbors for only a few years, yet family friends -- and memories -- for life.
   
Title: Fearless - Echoed.
Author: Barbara (Libby) Paulson ... bpaulson@csc.com
  Several of these tributes speak to Louis determination and fearlessness -- in matters as sophisticated as pushing the boundaries of science, and as simple as doggedly chasing chickens. When I asked my mother about her strongest memories of our neighbor Louis Sutro, the two stories that came to her mind right away echo these same sentiments: One time she looked up from her kitchen sink to see him lashed to the chimney of the Sutro house doing some do-it-yourself roof repair work. There would be no delegating for this man. It about scared her to death. I just couldnt watch. Another story she heard second-hand. It was also about roof repair work; this time at the Sutros church. Upon hearing that the church roof was leaking, Louis apparently took it upon himself to crawl up inside the church attic (via some rickety conveyance) and chalk-mark the leaking areas. Again, this probably could have been delegated to a more youthful hired helper, but not for Louis. What a legacy of strength of character he has left for his family, his colleagues, his friends, and his neighbors  even those who moved away over 45 years ago.
   
Title: Remembrance
Author: Carroll Rikert, Jr. ...
  This is an attempt six days later to recapture what I said, extemporaneously and without notes at the 1/29/05 Memorial Service: "I speak in appreciation and in tribute to Louis' faithfulness, summer after summer, in addressing an unending sequence of maintenance projects at the old farmhouse in Cummington bequeathed to Jane by an Aunt for family use. With a list of things needing exterior paint so long that Louis had his choice of what to address each summer, it was always an adventure for us, in returning after a Sutro family visit of several weeks, to find where there was freshly-applied paint where there hadn't been before. These were taxing jobs which he undertook enthusiastically (one needs enthusiasm to tackle chores like that!) and from which he took much well-deserved satisfaction. It seems the more remarkable to me, after being reminded from the pulpit to-day of the visionary Louis was throughout his professional life, that he could devote himself thus, and so wholeheartedly, to such a mundane and repetitive task. While my recollections of Louis go back to our four years together at Harvard and, dating from the time of their wedding pictured on the piano here today (at which I was an usher), our myriad of shared experiences during congenial family get-togethers in other venues, the mental picture of Louis which returns to me most readily is of him in that Cummington haven which we all so much then cherished, and all still love."
   
Title: Kingsbury + Warren
Author: Edith Jacobs ... edith.jacobs@ssa.gov
  Find myself overwhelmed with emotion remembering Louis best right now in worn plaid flannel shirts unflappably working outside while we kids rampaged. Red Rover was always in the Sutros yard. The best chestnut tree(the Keils was next best)for gathering fireplace poppers. The giant canvas tent a treat to play in. "Barbie" Libby, the younger sister of my first best friend Cindy, evokes the intermingled spirit of the neighborhood. "Roger the Dodger"! Didn't know anyone else still fondly recalled that nickname. I knew each house and family, always welcomed. Anonymous May baskets, the 4th of July, burning leaves, gluttonous trick or treating. My first job was feeding Peppermint when the Sutros went away. I realize I'm talking more about myself than Louis, but my memories would not be possible without Louis and the other parents who created our Warren + Kingsbury St. world.
   
Title: Pingry and the papers
Author: Ruth W. Sutro ... RuthWSutro@Juno.com
  The three brothers Sutro had the privilege of attending a fine private day school in New Jersey named the Pingry School. In fact the family moved from Basking Ridge to Elizabeth specifically so the boys could attend it. [Ironically, the school has since made two moves westward ending up near Basking Ridge at Mantiloking, but too late for the boys to attend it there!] Our family has heard much of the small classes at the school, meaning that the students were apt to have to recite daily. Also, daily participation in sports was required of all, regardless of skill. The Sutro brothers kept up their athletic activities until late in life. One requirement floored some of the students: Each older boy in the school had to give a chapel talk either once or twice a year. Louis alone exulted in the exercise. "You really enjoy doing this, don't you?" commented the headmaster.

In adult life, Louis's love of public speaking continued. When professional mailings would arrive announcing calls for papers for upcomiong conferences, his eyes would get a far-away look and he'd reach for a pad of white paper with blue lines and begin to write down ideas. Even on automobile trips, the pad would accompany us and often I'd be asked to drive so that he could carry on with his writing. If dusk and darkness arrived, out would come a flashlight so the work could continue! Many of his submissions were accepted, so he had wide audiences. Since his passing I have had condolence letters from listeners as far away as Spain.
   
Title: Always a smile
Author: Dan Truman
  Even late in life, he always greeted the unknown with a smile.
   
Title: A scientist to the end
Author: Severyn Bruyn ... bruyn@rcn.com
  Louis and I met at a far-out conference on physics and metaphysics. We met again to talk about a vibratory universe and then met regularly with mediums to ascertain the truth of their work. We heard that messages were coming through TV and radio from the other side and we decided to try it ourselves. I bought some equipment and Louis made a transmitter-amplifier. I made the personal attempt to catch messages from the other side with this equipment by following instructions given to us. But I never succeeded. Louis and I kept going to different mediums together and talked about levels of verification that might be set up to judge the truth in received messages and in mediumship. Louis was a scientist to the end. We met regularly with his wife Ruth and Shirley Pratt and a gang of others who were interested in the subject. In the last days of his life he found it difficult to speak but I still feel his lovely presence in my life. We were vibrant together in our search for truth and for knowledge about the afterlife. Now he knows more than any of us here on earth.
   
Title: Fire escapes
Author: Ruth W. Sutro
  Louis was always one to be sure that we had fire extinguishers (up to date) and smoke alarms and ways out of buildings for escape. Our first apartment was on the top floor of a row house in Concord Square, once an elegant part of Boston, almost like Beacon Hill, but which had deteriorated into cheap rented rooms There was no fire escape. Louis purchased a rope version and fastened it inside our bay window. He tested it first, settling the harness around his seat and gliding down easily. Then he galloped up the three flights of stairs (three and a half if you counted the front steps to the building) to insist that I practice using it. I lingered on the window sill for a long time, looking down at the bulge of architecture below the outside of the window and at the ground way below. A crowd of curious onlookers was gathering. Finally, I took the plunge, feeling the rope sling take up my weight, bumping into the bulge of the building, kicking it away and then burning my hands on the rope as I descended. Louis was at the bottom when I landed. He must have galloped down as soon as I began my journey. "I'm proud of you," he said. The onlookers shook their heads and murmured things, and went on their way. I never tried using the rope fire escape again.
   
Title: Picture No. 22
Author: Ruth W. Sutro ... RuthWSutro@Juno.com
  Picture number 22, added most recently, that is, March 20, 2005, is a record of the last time the three Brothers Sutro were together. The occasion was the reception after the wedding of Roger Sutro to Marcia House at the home of her parents in Charlestown RI, September 11, 1993. In the background may be seen the horse and carriage which carried the newlyweds from the chapel. In it are seated Sarah Sutro and her then young son Will Bedford-Sutro, who enjoyed a ride in the carriage after the bride and groom descended. Each rare time that the grown Sutro Brothers came together we tried to record the event on film. This picture, one of the best, must have been taken by Fred's wife, Sheila. The brothers are standing in order of birth--Ogden, Louis, Fred.
   
Title: StereoScopes
Author: Diana Mayer Yankes ... dianapiana@gmail.com
  Memories. 1950's-1960's. One of my siblings, if not Jonathan then Bess (Lisa, or Pooh, then) or Caroline, was lucky enough to be given the Sutros as his godparents. Oh how we loved to go to the Needham manse to see that family: smiling Joy would always be doing something cool and worthwile, Sally would have some art to show us, as would Ruth; Roger was always a clown, and Louis would always entertain us from his seat in the living room, with Ruth by his side, the two surrounded by her paintings on all available wall space. When it got to be late in the Saturday or Sunday evening of our visit, and we Mayer children began to get a bit restless, but knew better than to interrupt Ruth and Priscilla as they chatted, Louis would take pity on us and pull out his antique stereoscopes for us to explore. We'd handle their sepia photographs with great care and admiration, studying the twin photos, and then putting them in the viewer and watching them transform into three-dimensional images. That helped seal our memory of Louis as the Harvard fellow (with the fabulous speaking voice) who sent the frog's eye to Mars. And we'll never forget the Sutro kids as the actors in the little home movie, Arsenic and Old Lace. We've all done movies since, in fact Bess is working on a pretty major feature right now! Caroline is a painter, Jonathan a photographer, and I teach piano and teach at the Phillips Academy summer session (my children attend the school during the year). So, I guess the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, or the trees in the neighborhood! Love to you all...... Diana
   
Title: That's the Spirit
Author: Roger Sutro ... rsutro@cox.net
  Encouragement is a great thing, and Louis knew how to do it. I can only guess that he was encouraged - well- at some point when he was growing up, and this gave him a "place from which to appreciate" other people from.
That's the Spirit! he would say, when work was really working, when one of us would find strength to overcome a difficulty, when we'd Put our backs into it doing yard work.
Louis believed in working hard and working well, and chose to spend many a long hour improving the house, the yard, and the church. One of the nicest pictures of him is this one up in the Unitarian Church's belfry.
His hand is getting or returning a pen from his pocket, his stance one of careful (yet still jaunty) balance - appropriate for roofs, which he was a frequent visitor of. I have to think that his expression is a mix of enjoyment at being up in the belfry, and also a photographer's empathy for whomever is snapping the picture.
He really believed in taking pictures.
This picture shows Louis ready to do work, ready to talk to you, enjoying what he's doing, enjoying the people around him. That's the Spirit, Louis!
   
Title: Happy Birthday
Author: Joy Truman
  Happy Birthday, Dad! Ninety years! With love....
   
Title: Late memories
Author: Michael Bedford ... bedfordsutro@aol.com
  first met Louis when he was 66. I was dating his daughter, Sarah, and was invited to the "Three Sutros" art show held at MIT, through Louis' connections to this university. Louis & I came from different worlds, maybe different planets, as he was the scientist and I, a humanist. But he always expressed patience trying to explain his work to me, who almost failed chemistry. I always respected his bravado of "let's figure it out," combined with his surprising honestly about what he called his failures. He was very sprecial with Sarah and my son, Will. He would decent into the bowels of the basement and teach young Will how to hammer a nail, screw a screw, and shared wiring. Hours upon hours. One point I will always remember was when Ruth & he still lived on Kingsbury Street and he must have been in his late 70s or early 80s. I drove up and found Louis up on the tallest ladder I have ever seen, precariously painting something at the very top of the roof. No one was at the bottom securing the ladder! I violated all his boundaries by screaming at him, "Louis, get down!" Thankfully, he decended. He must have never acknowledged heights. In Ruth & his chruch, he was head of the Facilities Committee, I think it was called. He used to scramble up the steep ladder into the church belfry even into his mid-80s, until thetrap door up was locked to save him!
   
Title: Thanksgiving cold
Author: Roger ... rsutro@cox.net
  This time of year brings back memories of other Thanksgivings, all of them good ones. One year I had a cold and wasn't up to the trip wherever the family planned to go, so Louis stayed home with me, and everyone else went to our cousin's, I believe. My memory is of Louis heating food on the stove, and studying as he did this, holding a book in one hand and stirring the peas with a spoon in his other hand. Wow he could study.
   
Title: My Grandfather
Author: Will Bedford-Sutro ... willonmountain@aim.com
  It has been a long time since Louis passed away and I felt myself remembering him as I drove by their old property in Needham during a home visit last summer to visit Ruth. He was always a great grandfather for me and I learned much from him if it was how to build a radio out of a jumble of wires or how to mow a lawn. Afterwards he would push me on that old swing that hung from the chesnut tree that has long since been cut down. When I was little I often found myself at Ruth and Louis's and many of my early memories are of that place. I even remember playing badminton with him one time when he was in his late 70s. I don't really know many people who stay fit for that long but he was surely one of them. I think he got this from the continued landscaping tasks he performed on the land for quite a long time until they moved. I will always miss his cheerful personality and the eagerness to which he answered questions. He was a great grandfather to me and I will always remember him. He will always be missed. Will