I’ve been thinking a lot about family history lately partly because I recently received a few things that had been my dad’s. He was a chemist — with chemicals, not a British chemist, meaning pharmacy et al. — and bought this Bausch & Lomb microscope for lab work when he was at the University of Kansas in the 1950s.
I remember many happy hours when I was a kid, peering through this ‘scope, examining bits of colored paper, old soup, my own hairs plucked out by the roots, fascinated by the microscopic world writ large on a sliver of glass — can’t think why I was such a dud in science at school, but there you are. Anyway, it’s nice to have this as a fond memory of those hours, and of my dad.
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