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=== My personal profile for the Tech committee === | |||
I was born in 1939 in Manhattan, where my parents lived and worked, unusual types -- Depression YUPPIES, father on Wall Street in investent banking and mother on 7th Avenue, designing Junior Miss dresses. In 1942, they decided to try the commuting life, 6:45am to 7:30pm, 5, sometimes 6 days a week. That left me, an only child, to develop a taste for independent living, overseen by a maid and a caretaker, both none-too-attentive, to explore the secrets of our 65 bucolic acres, much expanded by the watershed of a shallow stream which reassuringly always flowed in a direction pointing away from my backyard. | |||
In 1945, I was introduced to formal education at the [https://www.bfs.org/ Buckingham Friends School].<ref>The website shows a school very different from the one I remember form 1946</ref> After 2 years, results were sufficiently disasterous to convinve my parents, along perhaps with other, unstated reasons, to get us a NYC apartment and find me a better school, the [https://www.buckleyschool.org/ Buckley School for Boys] [still!].<ref>The website shows a school very similar to the one I remember from 1952, except for all the digital implements around now.</ref> | |||
* [[User:Robbie/TechComm Key Activities|Robbie's reactions to "Key Activites" listed in draft Longterm Plan]]. | * [[User:Robbie/TechComm Key Activities|Robbie's reactions to "Key Activites" listed in draft Longterm Plan]]. | ||
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Robbie's User Page[s]
My personal profile for the Tech committee
I was born in 1939 in Manhattan, where my parents lived and worked, unusual types -- Depression YUPPIES, father on Wall Street in investent banking and mother on 7th Avenue, designing Junior Miss dresses. In 1942, they decided to try the commuting life, 6:45am to 7:30pm, 5, sometimes 6 days a week. That left me, an only child, to develop a taste for independent living, overseen by a maid and a caretaker, both none-too-attentive, to explore the secrets of our 65 bucolic acres, much expanded by the watershed of a shallow stream which reassuringly always flowed in a direction pointing away from my backyard.
In 1945, I was introduced to formal education at the Buckingham Friends School.[1] After 2 years, results were sufficiently disasterous to convinve my parents, along perhaps with other, unstated reasons, to get us a NYC apartment and find me a better school, the Buckley School for Boys [still!].[2]