My family gave me the best in education.

I was particularly good at math and science.

I'll never forget the fall colors on the Berkshires.

I can't think of any relatives that ever went into science.

I was one who liked to work with my hands as well as my brain.

In those days industry would hire any chemist that could breathe.

At Harvard I majored in chemistry with a strong inclination toward math.

My family background was heavily slanted toward business and seafaring matters.

Later in the fifties I got involved in kinetic studies using my long forgotten math background.

To my father, business was the highest calling, but to my mother, medicine was the top profession.

I was born in Taunton, Massachusetts on June 1, 1917, but I actually grew up in nearby New Bedford.

In those days I was terrible at athletics and never made a team, but quite easily led my class in academics.

At this point I was strongly advised that I was too young socially to go to college so I took a second senior year at Andover, another boarding school.

At the time my dog had a fungus on her chest that wouldn't heal and resisted treatment. I made an ointment with our product and it cleared up in two days. She lived to 17 years.

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