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Rob at 21 months
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By the age of two, I had a three pack a day habit. But
as I matured, I came to understand the health dangers of smoking,
and on my third birthday, I quit cold turkey.
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A Santa Barbara Reunion
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Early-90s grad school colleagues (from left) Don Fleming, Michael
Berger, Deb Gerish, Rob Babcock, Miriam Davis, Penny Adair, Lois
Huneycutt, Rob Helmerichs, Debbie McBride, Janet Pope, Laura Wertheimer,
Shari Newman, Heather Tanner. Kalamazoo, May 2003, at the sessions
in honor of C. Warren Hollister, dissertation advisor to many
of us. (And no, I'm not really that tall; I was standing on my
toes to get some altitude, a technique the other Rob should have
considered...)
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Karen Helmerichs (Mom) and Richie Helmerichs (nephew)
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For
more on Karen... 1999.
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Rick Helmerichs (brother) & family
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Rick (little brother), his wife Jeannine, and their sons Rich
and Matt. Rick trades bonds for Piper Jaffrey. I once asked him
how the bond market works; he tried to explain, but I quickly
developed a headache. For revenge, I then started to explain medieval
land tenure to him. We no longer talk about such things, and our
relationship is much the better for it.
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Robert Russell Helmerichs (grandfather)
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"You know, sometimes, when I go to stand up, I feel like an old
man." Big Bob, 1999 (age 95). 2003.
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Avery H. Stone
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My great-great-grandfather served in the Civil War, and fifty
years later typed up some reminiscences. A transcript can be found
here. 1914.
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Barry! Barry!
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In 1964, Barry Goldwater was like a god to me. What can
I say; I was terrified. I knew that those dang Commies were
going to flood over the Rio Grande any second now, and the only
way to stop them was to nuke 'em straight to heck. I worked
tirelessly for my man Barry. I knocked on doors. I
passed out flyers. I bombed Johnson Headquarters.
But it was all in vain---the Commie conspiracy worked, and the
forces of good were defeated.
Of course, I was young and naïve then. Eventually,
I grew out of it.
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