I was born in 1939 and lived in Princeton with my parents and a brother for years, starting in 1950. I had the great pleasure of tutoring Roger’s son Roger one summer in his school subjects. He was by instinct very interested in the world outside of school.
Basically my task was to lavish affection on him while teaching him not a subject so much as a positive acceptance of schoolwork and a feeling of pride in knowing a subject well. Apparently I succeeded, but our lives left us in different directions and I never met with him again. I was devastated when I heard of his accident. I had often gone hiking high in the Swiss Alps and knew well the feeling of “one false step and ...”
Now I realize how much I miss being able to meet up with him. But his accident was in 1982? Now it is 2026.
I was born in 1939 and lived in Princeton with my parents and a brother for years, starting in 1950. I had the great pleasure of tutoring Roger’s son Roger one summer in his school subjects. He was by instinct very interested in the world outside of school.
Basically my task was to lavish affection on him while teaching him not a subject so much as a positive acceptance of schoolwork and a feeling of pride in knowing a subject well. Apparently I succeeded, but our lives left us in different directions and I never met with him again. I was devastated when I heard of his accident. I had often gone hiking high in the Swiss Alps and knew well the feeling of “one false step and ...”
Now I realize how much I miss being able to meet up with him. But his accident was in 1982? Now it is 2026.
He is always somewhere in my mind.