Grandma Annie, who often took me shopping in preschool and grammar school days, on two occasions took me on foot to the nearby synagogue for Friday night services, called in Yiddish shool My impression was that she attended frequently and was the only one in my family who could be considered religious

When I arrived at Pioneer Hall, our quarters for the University of Minnesota year, it was the day before Christmas and no one in charge was around I went into the cafeteria for dinner, which after basic training chow looked like a banquet—turkey and all the trimmings

When the day came for registering me for the neighborhood kindergarten, my mom walked me the five short blocks to Stockton School and decided I could manage the walk on my own most of the time The teachers registered two classes, one morning, the other afternoon

I, an only child, was brought to life October 28, 1925, by my mom, Ceil Kay No one in my family had ever even thought about a career in technology or, for that matter, math or science