Moiety of a Gingerbread Man: A Rocket Scientist's Memoir
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You might know the old adage - "Curiosity almost blew the cat's eye out." Is that how it went?
Moiety of a Gingerbread Man follows Larry Wm. Carlson's story as he went from poor Minnesotan boy to prominent engineer and rocket scientist for NASA, Rocketdyne, National Bureau of Standards and Argonne National Labs.
With insights into the shady dealings and stupidity behind the scenes at some of America's biggest aerospace operations and historical events (Apollo missions, Reagan at Reykjavík, Star Wars, Three Mile Island, Carter's DOE, the dawn of the computer era), Moiety relates a lifetime's worth of lessons and knowledge that refutes lies told to the public.
Select chapters feature descriptions of experiments and projects throughout Carlson's 40-year career, including development of the United States' first chemical laser weapons systems (MIRCLE, design influence on ALPHA, Star Wars mainstay weapon system), sodium cooled nuclear reactors, Magnetohydrodynamics and Experimental Breeder Reactor facilities, NutraSweet production increase, and others.
Defining memories and curious vignettes from Carlson's personal life offer advice and heed warnings. A father's advice led to a vocation. A childhood folly led to a lifetime disability. A disability led to a door.
History, science, and even mysticism come together in this memoir of a man who could conceptualize, design, and build massive nuclear test facilities, but never quite keep his mouth shut.
A thermodynamicist in the 1960s-80s with seven patents, Carlson leaves his unfinished invention literature open to his readers.
Additional topics covered:
- Space shuttle engine injector testing
- Bell Aerospace Lunar Ascent engine
- GE Vulcan 20mm Gatling gun
- Point Mugu jet fighter cold test facility
- San Nicolas Island hypersonic wind tunnel
- Sonobuoys in the Cold War
- Corruption in government institutions
- Copper mining industry
- Chemical high-power lasers
- EBR-1 and EBR-II, EBR-II Superheater Bypass
- Insight into what really happened at Three Mile Island, then comparisons with Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Disaster and Chernobyl
- Sewage Aerator designs
- Searle Pharmaceuticals
- Rocketdyne
- ANL
- North American Swatcha patent
- Power Squadron
- United States and Russia/Soviet Union MHD collaborations
- MHD 1 and MHD II Coal facility
- Sundstrand's space station solar collector
- Solid oxide fuel cell
- Nuclear rockets
- Carter's failed DOE program in Caguas, Puerto Rico
- Arachnoiditis
- Open, unpatented inventions ideas for entrepreneurs and business
- The Falcon and the Snowman Christopher Boyce book by Robert Lindsey and film by John Schlesinger
Special thanks to Melanie Lech and Eris Hyrkas
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Moiety of a Gingerbread Man - Larry Wm. Carlson
MOIETY OF A GINGERBREAD MAN
BY
LARRY WM. CARLSON
Larry as a young man at the office.Copyright © 2021 Larry Wm. Carlson
Moiety of a Gingerbread Man All rights reserved.
Neither the publisher nor author assumes any liability or responsibility on behalf of the consumer or reader of this material whatsoever. The events described in this book are factual but not immune to the limitations of memory/recollection. Some names have been changed or withheld for privacy purposes.
Inquiries: Melanie Lech at Lechmc1@gmail.com
ISBN: 978-1-7375809-0-4
TABLE OF CONTENTS
FOREWORD/PREFACE
VIGNETTES
WHAT IS AN ENGINEER?
TRIBUTE TO A GREAT MAN
EARLY YEARS
CHILDHOOD
MY FIRST ENGINEERING EXPERIMENT: THE BIKE PROPELLER
AN OLD FRIEND
MY FIRST THREE JOBS
AN INCONSEQUENTIAL DECISION
A FELLOW AT THE DOOR
HIGHER EDUCATION
DAD’S LESSONS
PRE-ENGINEERING
THE BIG U
FINANCIAL TROUBLE
TV TROUBLE
MASTER’S
BAD HABITS
ECKERT’S EXPERIMENT
THESIS
ONWARD
DAD’S FOOTSTEPS
COMPUTERS
BEFORE COMPUTERS
ROGER’S LESSON
THE NIGHTMARE OF PROGRAMMING
MY FIRST MACHINES
CURRENT MACHINES
A NICE DAY FOR AN AIRPLANE RIDE
IN HINDSIGHT
MICROSOFT AND APPLE
ROCKETDYNE
MY FIRST JOB
THE WRONG THING TO SAY
SEAWORLD
SHOCK-ABSORPTION CHARACTERISTICS OF A SPONGE
POTASSIUM LOOP
MERCURY LOOP
NAK – A SODIUM-POTASSIUM MIXTURE
TRICHLORETHYLENE
F-1 TEST STANDS
NORTH AMERICAN SWATCHA PATENT
HYPERSONIC AIRCRAFT
SUPERCYCLONE
SPACE SHUTTLE ENGINE INJECTOR TESTING
STORAGE HEATERS FOR HIGH HEAT LOAD GAS FLOWS
JOHN WRUBLE’S AIR AUGMENTATION TESTS
A STEP FUNCTION SUPPLY – HIGH-TEMPERATURE & PRESSURE GAS
A ROCKET’S RED GLARE
GE VULCAN 20 MM GATLING GUN
THIS IS THE US NAVY
POINT MUGU COLD START/RUN JET PLANE TEST FACILITY
SAN NICOLAS ISLAND HYPERSONIC WIND TUNNEL
HYDROGEN PEROXIDE DECOMPOSITION GAS GENERATOR
WATER COOLED NUCLEAR REACTORS
THREE MILE ISLAND
FUKUSHIMA DAIICHI NUCLEAR DISASTER
CHERNOBYL
ORIGINS AND DISPOSAL
I AM NOT AN ANALYST
BELL’S LUNAR ASCENT ENGINE
DISSOLVING HYDROGEN FOR THE NAVY
A FIXED-POSITION ELUSIVE SONOBUOY
COMPOUND A TORPEDO PROPULSION
DIGITAL WAVEFORM ANALYSIS
SHOCKWAVES AND SOLID PROPELLANT COMBUSTION
LET’S HAVE RAIN AND NO SMOG ON TUESDAYS
THE NEW ROAD TO SUZIE
THE STAN TYKARSKY TRAGEDY
GEORGE SUTTON
COPPER MINES
HIGH-RISE FIRES
OIL TANKERS
ROCKWELL ERA
CHEMICAL HIGH-POWER LASERS
SEWAGE AERATOR
A STOLEN PATENT
POWER SQUADRON
LEAVING ROCKETDYNE
ARGONNE
COMPANY CLIMATE
MANAGEMENT
ENGINEERING LICENSE
LIQUID METAL COOLED FAST BREEDER REACTORS
EBR-1 AND EBR-II
EBR-II SUPERHEATER BYPASS
NUCLEAR REGULATORY COMMISSION
SUPERHEATER COMPLICATIONS
REPLACEMENT
SODIUM COLD TRAP DUMP SYSTEM
COVER-GAS CLEANUP
BILL CANN
EBR-II EFFICACY
EBR-II: A NEW LARGE FACILITY UPGRADE
BIOLOGY DIVISION: MOUSEWITZ
MHD FACILITIES
MHD 1
MILK CAN COMBUSTOR
ONE CONCESSION
TIGHT DEADLINES
CONSTRUCTION IN WINTER OVERVIEW
MEMENTOS FOR SUCCESS
MHD IN MOSCOW
RUSSIAN AIRPORT
TWO-PHASE FLOW SYSTEM
MHD II COAL FACILITY: GENERAL DISCUSSION
MHD II COAL FACILITY: DETAILS
MHD CHANNEL TROUBLESHOOTING
MY MHD CHANNEL DESIGN
HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER
LIQUID METAL MHD NINCOMPOOPS
ION BEAM WEAPON SYSTEM
THERMINOL
COPPER COOLING
STEAM PLANT EFFICIENCY
CARTER’S DOE DEBACLE (AND FIASCOS)
THE ROAD TO CAGUAS
IRANIAN HOSTAGE CRISIS
INFLATION
SUNDSTRAND’S SPACE STATION SOLAR COLLECTOR
THE ROAD TO BEULAH
SOLID OXIDE FUEL CELL
TRAILER HOUSE OFFICES
COMMERCIAL USES
NUCLEAR ROCKET DESIGN
LISP MACROS
MPD THRUSTER FOR SPACE TRAVEL
FACILITY AND CONTINUOUS CRYO-PUMP
HIGHLY TRAINED
ENGINEERS
FROM GOLDEN BOY TO UNMENTIONABLE CASTE
GOLDEN HANDSHAKE
CONSULTING
TRW
THE GRANDDADDY OF LASERS: MIRCLE
TRW’S ALPHA LASER
THE FALCON AND THE SNOWMAN
REAGAN AT REYKJAVÍK
ROOF BOLTING MACHINE
HYDROGEN-GAS-POWERED COMBUSTION ENGINES IN MINES
HYKSOS HYDROGEN STORAGE TRANSFER SYSTEM
HEAT TREATMENT FURNACE FANS
NATIONAL BUREAU OF STANDARDS
UNITED STATES URANIUM RECOVERY COMPANY
SEARLE AND NUTRASWEET
PERSONAL LIFE
MEMORABLE ADVENTURES
DEVIL WIND
LAKE MINNETONKA DUNKING
THE GIRL WHO BECAME DAISY DUKE
MYSTICISM
CHRISTMAS TREE THEORY OF LIFE
PART FINN, PART SWISS, AND PART IRISH
MAKE A CHOICE
STEVE
THE WOMAN ON THE PLANE
ARACHNOIDITIS
RETIREMENT
A NEWLY WIDOWED WOMAN IN THE SOUTH OF HOUSTON
A NEW LIFE TOGETHER
MR. & MRS. CARLSON
CRUISES
FAMILY
THEY MUST BE LOCALS
A TOUCH OF ROYALTY?
THE ONLY DOWNSIDES OF RETIREMENT
LIFELONG LEARNER
PURPOSE AND GRATITUDE
INVENTIONS
FOR THOSE WILLING
THE SUPERCYCLONE PARTICLE SEPARATOR
APPLICATIONS
WASTEWATER AERATION MACHINES
A COMPACT STEAM BOILER/TURBINE CAR ENGINE
A COMPACT STEAM GENERATOR
POOL HEATING
HOUSE HEATING
HOUSE COOLING
PLASTIC/KRAFT PAPER UNDER-THE-RAFTERS
INSULATION
STEAM BALLOONS
SAUDI RAIN
PING PONG BALL THEORY OF LEVITATION
TIDBITS/MISCELLANEOUS
OMELETS AND SUPERFLUIDITY
MAGIC GOUT CURE BY BOB DICKERSON
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
GALLERY
GLOSSARY
FOREWORD/PREFACE
VIGNETTES
T
he Irish are reputed to have an especially devious curse that simply goes: May you have an interesting life.
I definitely have been influenced up to this point in my life, and it seems not to have been lifted yet! One must consider that one’s interactions with other interesting
people will have consequence. So, my story will contain bits and pieces of other people’s stories. None of us walk alone in our journey through life. Interactions with others occur naturally as our paths cross and rejoin for a while before diverging again. We have small snippets, snatches, and sketches in commonality for a time. They might represent individual vignettes that linger in memory. Some of us have been fortunate to walk hallowed halls
of the great who walked before us. Some even more fortunate have walked in their footsteps, laid down expressly for us to follow. We most fortunate are those who were carried along on the backs of other greater men. Some of the truly blessed have known all along that, in their pathway, they walked with God. Sadly, I found God’s presence late in life. But he had known me early, and I benefitted nonetheless.
I have known and benefitted from some of the good, the great, and the truly great men who went before me, so my story contains parts of their stories: some good, some bad, and some inconsequential. (Although, hopefully, each story will carry with it a point of some sort!) I acknowledge my debt to some people I’ve known. When I finally found that no one was in debt to me, I was emotionally freed. That’s the way it played out!
As a young man, I never considered the ramifications of ever growing old.
The concept was entirely foreign – just as it must have seemed for most of my generation. Or I was much too busy striving to get somewhere, never noticing time going by. But where was I heading? I certainly didn’t know. Running scared most of the time, I was not following a purpose-driven life. I was merely trying to survive long enough to find out what to do in my immediate future – maybe just weeks, months, or years ahead. As you’ll later read, I had a tremendous obstacle to overcome and no faith to help me through that phase of my life. I did not know there can be defining moments in life, often triggered by inconsequential prior decisions. It might be like the trivial example of the rock that breaks your windshield – and would not have if you had only slowed down a little before it happened. A big enough rock could take your life!
Now as I dwell in my mid-eighties, I have to reflect on some places I’ve been and some of the things I learned along the way. I learned there can be positive purpose where none appears. And those times in life that seemed so oppressive might have actually been a blessing, albeit in disguise. Sometimes, the universe around us
seems to have a schizoid duality.
Good can be bad and vice-versa. Now I see that some of those times when my intuition saved me
were really times of help from above. In my early years as an engineer, I went from seriously doubting my ability to rash and heady overconfidence, finally, to an acceptance that I was merely an instrument of a higher power’s will. That epiphany took immeasurable burdens off my shoulders and soul. I wonder if anything can be done to save and share some of this knowledge I gained, sometimes at great expense, so others can benefit. Vignettes I share may be disconnected, but there is usually a story within each bearing a moral or a technical lesson I had to learn my way.
WHAT IS AN ENGINEER?
Perhaps a better question might be: Who am I? The former is easy to answer. The latter, not so much, because our personalities are formed mostly by our interactive experiences with others.
So, what is an engineer? After all, there are many kinds of engineers – electrical, mechanical, civil, aerospace, structural, etc. – it all depends on what subjects an individual might have studied. And then there is a further distinction of being primarily a theoretician, experimentalist, a designer, a hardware guy,
or some combination of specialties. To explain, I’ll add that one becomes an effective engineer
only after considerable time passes following graduation. At least, that’s what happened to me. There are pulls and tugs
from various managers who have their own agendas for you. So, the average engineer becomes a pawn of sorts – both to satisfy management, but also with respect to the specific paths (s)he’ll eventually take in her/his profession. (I’m going to be a male chauvinist here to avoid the tedium of having to desexualize the profession, going forward. Read him
as her
if you wish.) Will an engineer be a hardware man,
a rare person who can take a design concept in theory, make a prototype, test it, and make it work in reality? As a mechanical engineer, I wound up being everything to everyone.
Versatility isn’t all bad, but sometimes a manager wants your full attention while another might require the same commitment to another project. It’s akin to getting carved up into little pieces while several people share a gingerbread cookie. You learn to live with the situation, though you do not like it. Read Dilbert
in the comics to get an accurate perception of the problem as depicted by Scott Adams, who has been there.
Incompetent management and coworkers, impossibly scheduled deadlines, inadequate funding, and a myriad of other problems are common to the practicing engineer. And this fact is especially true if you are a project engineer who is responsible for a project’s eventual success, as measured by being on time, within budget, and getting the right results
reported to whomever paid you.
It is not an easy life, but it can be rewarding. Given supervision by an older, more experienced engineer, one can learn much more than what was taught in college.
If you are lucky and find an experienced engineer who will mentor you, your career will be immeasurably aided. I was extremely lucky having Tom Coultas as my first real manager. He was incessantly demanding more from me
– more schooling, more output, more attention to detail, and more faith in myself so that I could be everything an engineer needs to be in order to be effective. When I lacked confidence as an analyst, Tom forced me to continually take coursework emphasizing analysis. I was finally able to overcome the stricture laid on me by my thesis advisor, Tom Irvine, while I was still in graduate school: that I would be ‘OK’ as an experimentalist, but [I] should never try analysis.
It took significant time and learning ways around archaic mathematics to break the confining mold. I found finite difference
methodology to be a great substitute for the process of integrating differential equations, using computers instead. So, even though I became a cut-up
gingerbread man, I managed to patch myself together each time and continue toward becoming an engineer.
Now, as to who am I?
– Who am I?
is a question, a simple
question, that has to be answered by each of us one way or another to our own satisfaction. It behooves us to know who we are and how we got where we are in life, whether by genes, by family interactions, by friends or teachers’ influence, or by those who had some sway over us. I can only say that each of us has a personality that is largely formed by our experiences with others as we go through life. Some aspects are taught early by parents or church or school. But, we are who we are, largely not knowing how we got there.
It just didn’t happen in a vacuum. Each of us needs to analyze and evaluate particular behavior patterns for ourselves. This memoir is my attempt to do just that! Maybe it will show you who I really am.
TRIBUTE TO A GREAT MAN
There are good men , there are great men, and there are giants among men. My friend Jack Breiby was a gentle giant among men. It is with great sadness that I report he died April 19, 2021. Jack was humble to an extreme. He was rated as second highest in intelligence in all of Grand Rapids, MN high schools’ experience where he graduated in 1953.
I now fondly identify him as Gomer
throughout this book, since he no longer can shun fame, honor, or glory, which he so richly deserves. Jack was an aw shucks, taint nothin’,
kind of guy throughout his career, refusing my identifying him in this book by name. He chose anonymity though his life was replete with great accomplishments wherever he went in a forty-plus year career. In no way could Jack be thought of as a nitwit as portrayed by Jim Nabors in his Gomer Pyle TV show. He grew up in a one-room log cabin out in the woods during WWII, living with his maternal Grandma. We met at his 12th birthday party, became chums, and went through high school together. We parted for a few years when I went to college in Duluth and he went to a local junior college, then roomed together at the University of Minnesota, Minneapolis for three years. He graduated in June of 1959 with a BS in Aeronautical Engineering. He had worked at various jobs (primarily at the US Post Office), paying his own way totally through college to get a five-year degree.
Jack landed a job with Lockheed in Burbank, California helping to convert their floundering Electra Turboprop passenger aircraft into the P-3 Orion plane, which has been in use throughout the world over the past 60 years. Later, he quit Lockheed to go to Seattle, WA to work for Boeing. On the day he quit, he was informed Lockheed wanted him to stay and work at Kelly Johnson’s Skunk Works, helping to design the SR71 supersonic spy plane, affectionately known as the Blackbird.
Our paths diverged for quite a while as Jack job hopped
for five years. Working at Boeing, he designed the wing root transitions for Boeing’s 737 passenger jet. Board work at Boeing was too hard on his eyes, so he quit and went to work at Vandenberg AFB, getting Atlas missiles ready to launch spy satellites. That work wasn’t satisfying, so he went to Utah where he worked for Thiokol and streamlined their entire engineering department, saving a lot of money. Thiokol got rid of several dozen personnel because Jack did all their jobs by himself!
Jack met his wife Joyce while they worked together at Thiokol and courted her by driving many weekends to eastern Nebraska where she attended college. He married Joyce in Utah. They then moved to Belmont, California, as he had been hired to work for Lockheed Sunnyvale. There, he did orbital mechanics calculations to determine when to eject spy-photo packages that would be snagged by aircraft as parachutes floated to earth over the ocean. He held a top-secret clearance for some of these jobs. He could not and would not discuss any of his work, except in the most general terms as outlined above. I suspect Jack could have made secret determinations that no one without a need to know
could know. He had a mystical sense of vision, how to look
at things, a prescience I believe he got from his mother.
By the mid ‘60s, he decided to go to NASA Houston, Johnson Space Center (JSC). He shone as a great test engineer, cutting turnaround time at the largest vacuum chamber from a week to one day. He soon led the crew doing check-out tests of various spacecraft. He and Joyce traveled extensively, spending months at a time at Grumman on Long Island for LEM module design monitoring and in Downey, CA for North American Aviation’s Apollo command module liaison. He admired Grumman engineering. He helped Grumman by designing a portion of the LEM system while visiting
them. By this time, Jack was heading a crew testing LEM and Command Module (CM) hardware in the big vacuum chamber at JSC. Jack noted a bad design feature of the Block 1 Command Module access and egress door. It had too many bolts to undo and do to open or close quickly. He suggested a quick release design, but was overridden by low-level NASA management. Grissom, Chaffee, and White burned to death on the pad at Kennedy Space Center, FL because they could not escape the Command Module quickly enough. Only then was the Apollo Command Module design changed to have a quick-release door, and also to eliminate much of the interior flammable materials. Jack told me he had heard that the fellow at NASA who countermanded his suggestion to have a quick release on the Apollo CM Block 1 door had felt so guilt ridden, he committed suicide. Jack also related that the astronauts did not die quickly as has been stated in the press. Observers related to him that they heard screaming inside the CM for many minutes as they died burning.
Jack headed tests of NASA space probes. The Cassini probe going to Saturn was a multibillion-dollar program employing many hundreds, if not thousands, of scientists from many countries, each working a considerable portion of their lives on Cassini. They had designed the craft and all its experiments, building and testing it before it went off to Saturn, a seven-year mission. During test setup, Jack discovered a fatal design flaw in the propulsion system that would be used for attitude and course corrections when it reached Saturn. It would have lost all of its propellant by the time it got there. He was listened to
this time; the flaw was corrected, and Cassini went on to fulfill all its design goals and establish that life exists on other planetary bodies.
Jack, his wife, and daughter Kristen had constant severe allergies in Houston. He asked for a transfer to a place that had clean air. Bob Gilruth, head of NASA JSC, got him a job at NASA’s White Sands facility in New Mexico. Jack quickly rose to head the entire engineering section. Jack transformed his group from designing with slide rules to using computer-aided design (CAD) software. His group built facilities for many small rocket engine tests. He also designed a facility to test the new chemical laser weapons hardware being developed for the US military. Jack retired three times from NASA. TWICE he was called back to do special jobs that no one else could do. I will miss him. The world just lost an exceptionally gifted and truly great man.
EARLY YEARS
CHILDHOOD
T
he very first memory I have, when I was two and a half years old, is pounding nails into a board on the second landing going upstairs in the new house. I was kept occupied this way while my Dad and brothers worked, though a neighbor, Fred Harwood, objected that I was wasting nails.
Dad is reputed to have replied, a pound of nails cost twenty-five cents. I get more enjoyment watching the boy pound nails than I would drinking a shot of whiskey
(50 cents). Fred was a drinker who regularly stopped at a local bar on the way home each night, consuming several shots of whiskey. Dad and my two older brothers, Ken (17 years older) and Vincent (whom I called Bing, 22 years older) were helping Dad put up framing on the upper level. It was a one-and-a-half story, 28-foot-square house with a full cement basement, a front room (including a dining area), our parent’s bedroom, a kitchen, and a small bathroom on the first floor. Four small bedrooms were on the second (half) story. It replaced a house built from logs that Dad claimed was one story high and seven stories long.
Apparently, as kids came along, more rooms were added to the basic log house. With me coming unexpectedly, I guess Mother had had enough of living in an added-to
log cabin. She began lobbying Dad to build her a new house.
After two years, she gave up asking him. I understand she took a double-bitted axe to start chopping off the front porch. When Dad, Ken, and Bing came home from work and Dad saw Mom’s handiwork, he purportedly said, Well boys, I guess we are going to build your mother a new house.
My sisters tell a story that Mother used a crowbar to take down the front porch. I like the axe
story better – it more accurately fits Mom’s personality.
This would have been in 1938 when the Great Depression was still in full swing. Dad had had a job at the paper mill for only a few years. Before the Great Depression, he had been an independent cement contractor putting in cement sidewalks and basements in and around town (Grand Rapids, Minnesota). After the depression hit and the banks went bust
in the early 1930s, he lost everything in his business and all family savings (amounting to $8,000).
Before WWII, there were 11 people in our family, including my great Uncle Ted. I heard many times how Ken, Bing, and Uncle Ted slept on the unheated back porch year ‘round. In the middle of winter, our mother would preheat their beds with hot bricks taken off the stove. They slept under heavy blankets in the coldest weather – often reaching 40 below zero outside. I was the last of eight surviving children, born to John Paul and Jennie Augusta on September 10, 1935. Mother had twenty-two pregnancies. One baby of each of two sets of twins died shortly after birth. In addition to Bing and Kenny, I had five sisters. Irene was the oldest, followed by Ruth, Agnes, Edythe (Edy), and Doris (Dode). Edythe and Doris were nine and seven years older than me, respectively. All my siblings are deceased. I am the only survivor.
We lived only a short distance from the Great Northern Railroad tracks. Each morning around 5:00 AM, one of the large steam locomotives called Mallies,
weighing 200 tons apiece, would pass our house, shaking it severely and waking most everyone. Dad said it was too late to go back to sleep and too early to get up. So, that’s why we had a large family!
I guess Ken and Bing must have contributed to the family income during the last part of the depression because I believe there was no debt after the new house was mostly finished in 1939. Ken enlisted in the Navy in 1941 and Bing joined the Army Air Corps in 1942. Ken was on his way to Pearl Harbor when it was bombed by the Japanese on December 7, 1941. Bing was shipped off to Europe and stayed in England during the war. Ken was on ships that resupplied PT boats and submarines, following these fighting ships wherever they went. My five sisters got married and moved from the new house within a few years after it was built. Only Mom, Dad, and I lived in the new house during the war. I remember Mom looking sad much of the time. She had two stars in the front room window, worrying constantly for her two older sons’ safety. Dad worked long hours almost every day of the week. There was a bad labor shortage during WWII. Women could not be expected to do the hardest physical labor, so he was one of the men doing those jobs at the paper mill. He usually worked in the wood room,
handling the heavy logs as they were being processed into paper. On a typical day, he loaded 400 cords (perhaps 600 tons) of wood onto the chain that carried them to the saws and debarking machine.
Another early memory was chasing after my sisters Dode and Edy and their girl friends when I was four or five. To keep me from following, they would say, You’d better go home or the train will jump the tracks and eat you up.
I was deathly afraid and would then run back home. I later became friends with train engineers who would sometimes throw a candy bar to me as they went on by. We only lived 50 yards from the railroad tracks in front of our house. Once in a while (after all, a penny was a lot of money then), we would place a penny on the track and let a train squash it down to keep in our pocket as a special souvenir!
I got a single shot BB
gun when I was seven. We always had a mud puddle
in the empty lot across the street after a heavy rain. My sister Dode and some of her friends were wading in the puddle when I decided to shoot at a pebble I saw under the water. The BB ricocheted off the surface of the water and hit Dode in her rump. She screamed and started after me. I just barely made it home in time, hollering, Mother, Dode is going to kill me!
I lost privileges of having the BB gun for a while. Sixty-five years later, Dode didn’t remember the incident. I was always careful with guns later on. I did shoot a robin one summer with that BB gun. I felt so bad I had to hold a funeral for it. Mom gave me a matchbox and a little piece of cloth to wrap it in. I never could get myself to kill anything else when I plinked targets
as a teenager with a .22 rifle and several handguns I owned.
I remember two important things about Dad when I was growing up: he loved the girls without reservation, and he was hard
on my brothers. I was too small to be badgered for some time, but it did come later. I heard that Bing ran away from home
for a couple years when he was 16 and found a job in International Falls, MN. He came back and got a job in the local Blandin paper mill. Kenny also worked at the mill before the war. Dad had been raised on a farm under a very strict father. His favorite quote when he was exhorting us to work hard was: When I was a boy, I spent 13 hours a day behind the plow,
alluding that he had a harder life than we did. If I remember correctly, Dad frequently hugged my sisters and mother and told them they were pretty. I find it easy to do the same thing with my girls
now.
Dad had become bald early. As I grew up, I was subjected to the same bribery inducement
that my siblings had been given: If you rub my head and make my hair grow back, I will get you a pony!
None of us eight kids ever got a pony, but Dad must have had thousands of hours of free head rubs, which he obviously enjoyed.
Dad loved his lutefisk.
What is lutefisk? Well, in the old countries of Sweden and Norway before refrigeration, people had to have some way to preserve cod fish they caught during summer months to eat in the winter. Their solution to this problem was to soak cod in strong lye water. The lye ate away some part of the fish as it leached into the flesh and the remainder was put out in the sun to dry. Once dried, no animal or insect would touch the hard-as-rock slabs of cod now called lutefisk.
The slabs could be stored outside in piles much like cordwood. During the winter, when other meat was not available, they would retrieve some lutefisk slabs, soak them sequentially in tubs of fresh water to leach out the lye, and then boil the rehydrated
lutefisk. Mother made Dad his lutefisk only on special occasions – Thanksgiving and Christmas. I didn’t mind Thanksgiving so much, since northern Minnesota wasn’t especially cold yet. However, by Christmas, we had 20 and 30 below zero degrees Fahrenheit weather. These temperatures were preferable to staying in the house – the stench from the boiling lutefisk was just too much to take. I left home and stayed outside until I was told that dinner was ready. Once Mother smothered the lutefisk in white gravy, the smell wasn’t so bad. I could at least tolerate that. Dad had to have his lutefisk!
MY FIRST ENGINEERING EXPERIMENT: THE BIKE PROPELLER
Sometime before I was 14, my brother Kenneth shared a salient story with me about when he was young. He and a buddy had put a motorcycle engine with a propeller on an ice sled so that they could go whizzing around frozen lakes in northern Minnesota in winter! I was envious of their achievement. I wanted to build an ice boat! However, it was summertime. I thought maybe I could put a motor on my bicycle with a propeller mounted in back.
I had just been given a half-horsepower Briggs & Stratton engine from a friend who no longer needed it. I proceeded to test my invention
first in our house basement, where I mounted it on my Dad’s workbench. I made a propeller by using my dad’s spokeshave on a two-foot length of 2x4 that had no knots or bad grain. I don’t know how I did this because Dad had a very strict rule: You do not put any nails or screws into my workbench!
But somehow, I got the motor mounted on the bench. I could twirl the prop and start the motor. It blew a really big blast of air, so I figured it was going to work on my bike.
The next step was to build a platform on the back of my bike. I fastened a board that had the holes already drilled in the right places for mounting this motor and connected it to the seat post.