ABSTRACT
My family spent Christmas with me after my husband’s death, but then it was time for me to stand on my own feet and face the future. I had two things going for me, my lab and my old friends. First came the lab, the hard-won, superb lab for which I had waited so long. Although I had to retire at the age of 65 from the teaching faculty, my department and the university were glad to have me continue my research, because I was able to attract good graduate students and bring in grant money to support the lab and several graduate assistants. It cost them nothing, while adding prestige and another advisor for graduate students. It was evidently not against the rules for an emeritus professor to oversee and evaluate dissertation research, or, of course, to give a seminar, as my husband had done for 10 years after his retirement, and I intended to carry on the tradition.
