Friday, December 9, 2022


   Summary of My Adventures in the Space Program
Willie (Bill) Weaver

COLLEGE

After high school graduation in 1955, my life suddenly became quite busy.  I enrolled at the University of Alabama and was taking two mathematic courses on the accelerated summer schedule, I was working 20 hours per week as an office assistant (gofer) for the University Extension Division, and I was helping with the construction of our new home.


In September I began my first regular semester of college study and was signed up for a full load of classes.  I soon realized that I needed more time for my course work so I resigned from my job as an office assistant at the end of September.  We moved into our new house in Peterson and my Dad found a buyer for the business in Tuscaloosa.  He had plans to spend the next year building more rental houses. In preparation for that, he had purchased the right to salvage the lumber and other materials from four houses located on the L & N Railroad property.  He planed to employ my my skills as an electrician in construction of the new rentals, but he impressed upon me that I was not to allow it to interfere with my studies.


I was very absorbed in my studies but was somewhat aware that deconstruction had started on the first of the salvage houses.  One morning in mid-October, as we were about to have breakfast, my Dad told us that he had a stomach ache, so he would go get his work crew started and come back later for breakfast. I went to the campus, went through classes and labs for that day and returned home in the afternoon.  No one was home and there was a note on the door telling me to go to my aunt Lora’s country store for a message.  The message was that my Dad’s stomach  ache had worsened and he was now in the hospital where surgery for the removal of an intestinal blockage was scheduled for the next day.


The intestinal surgery was successful but the patient  almost died.  My dad had contacted hepatitis in his early 20s and supposedly made a full recovery.  Because they found a tumor on his large intestine, they made a through examination of his abdominal cavity and ruled out cancer.  However, they discovered that he had cirrhosis of the liver and it was slowly dying.  The trauma of the surgery put his body into shock and was impeding recovery from the surgery.   


He spent the next 12 months either in the hospital or bedridden at home.  Our family doctor told my mother to disregard the surgeon’s opinion that Dad had less than 6 months to live, and he would work with us for Dad’s recovery.  Needless to say, the plans for building more rental houses were set aside and my Dad sold the salvage rights to the other 3 houses.  Mr. Sylvester Hill, who headed up the work crew,  finished up the demolition of the first house and I assisted him in getting the salvage materials into storage.  


As the Fall semester was coming to an end, I was having concerns about being able to stay in school.  The proceeds from the Tuscaloosa store and the sale of the salvage buildings were being depleted by rising medical expenses.  At this point the family income was totally dependent upon the sometimes erratic rents from 10 properties.  The rents were sufficient to cover normal household expenses but left little room for much else.  


While sitting with my Dad during one of his stays in the hospital, I mentioned that I was considering going back to work as an office assistant with the University or maybe take a lighter course load and find a better paying full time job.  He did not like that idea, at all.  He had always planned for me to get the college education that he had missed out on.  He told me in no uncertain terms that I was not to let a job interfere with my course work.  Some how, he intended to keep me in school.  


This would be a good time to say something about the response of our relatives and the community to by Dad’s disability.  I can not count the number of times that people brought us groceries and even prepared meals.  There was an uncle who helped my Mother put gas in her car and then paid for it.  Another uncle who ran a television shop in Birmingham  brought in a television set and put up the towering antenna that it took to receive the signals from the Birmingham stations.  A cousin took care of some plumbing problems. Renters paid early or decided it was time they caught up on their back rent payments.  Others various forms of support and prayers were supplied by so many others.  


In mid January of 1956, I finished the Fall semester with good marks and registered for the Spring semester.  A payment of some back rent came in with almost the exact amount to pay the university fees and buy books.    


THE CO-OP PROGRAM

In February 1956, I was in the 2nd semester of  Basic Physics when the Professor announced that he would be cutting his lecture short because we had a guest who would tell us about a special opportunity for Physics students.  The guest told us that he was there to recruit Co-Op Students to work at REDSTONE ARSENAL.  I had no idea  what a “Co-Op Student” was or where “ REDSTONE ARSENAL” was.  


His next remark was that we would be working with Dr. Wernher von Braun and his team of Rocket Scientists. I did know who Dr. Wernher von Braun was.  I immediately became interested in everything he had to say.   He explained that “Co-Op” was short for “Cooperative Training Program” where  a student would attend school for a semester, then work for a semester, and continue to alternate that schedule until they graduated.  I soon learned that REDSTONE ARSENAL was located a little over 100 miles away in North Alabama near the city Of Huntsville.  

              

 As he continued explaining the program and how we could become a part of it, I sat there contemplating what a blessing I was being offered.  I had reached a crisis point in my hopes for a college education.  While my mother and I had been praying for Dad’s return to health, he was praying for a way to keep me in school.  As we looked back on that time we were convinced that God answered all of our prayers.  I had been granted a way to continue in college and have some income to share with the family.  My father began to regain his strength and was eventually able to start a new business.


THE REDSTONE ROCKET

In June of 1956 I came to REDSTONE ARSENAL to work my first term in the CO-OP Program.  I spent several hours in orientation meetings and a few hours of filling out forms for background checks, status of health, and security clearance. During orientation, I attended a ceremony where Dr. Wernher von Braun  and an Army officer welcomed us new CO-OPs to the Army Ballistic Missile Agency.   As part of that ceremony, we went through a receiving line for a handshake with the Officer and Dr. von Braun.  Dr. von Braun took the time for a short conversation with each of us 20 or so CO-OPs.  After completing the orientation, I was taken to a large hanger like building to meet my supervisor and workmates. It was there that I got my first glimpse of a REDSTONE ROCKET.  


For the next 3 and 1/2 months, I would be a part of the crew which checked out and tested a series of these rockets before and after they were carried to a test stand and fired.  The specific task of my unit was the testing of the sensors and gauges  scattered throughout the rocket.  After the final tests, the rockets  would be shipped to either the Florida or the New Mexico test ranges for actual flights.  

The Redstone rocket was a direct  descendant of the German V-2 rocket which rained down terror on the British during World War II.  In the early days the Redstone was often referred to as “The V-3”, but that term was soon forbidden.  These rockets were military missiles designed to carry either conventional or nuclear warheads to the enemy.  In 1958 one of these rockets was used to explode an atomic war head at the edge of space over the Pacific ocean, resulting in a period of electronic communication blackout over much of the Pacific area.

In mid September, 1956, I returned to the campus of the University of Alabama to continue my studies in Physics and Mathematics.  At the end of that semester I headed back to Redstone Arsenal.

When I returned to Redstone Arsenal in the last week of January 1957, I was assigned as an assistant to the Systems Tests Conductor.  His responsibility was to plan and coordinate the test program for the rockets.  Each of the test disciplines, such as instrumentation, telemetry, pneumatics, hydraulics, and guidance and control, would perform their part of the total test program and then verify their interfaces with the other disciplines.  Then a final test, which was called a Simulated Flight Test (SFT) would be conducted.  In the SFT all systems were powered and operated in the same mode and sequence as an actual flight but without any fuel in the system.  During this time I gained valuable experience in planning and conducting large scale systems tests involving the crews from multiple disciplines and the total rocket systems.


THE JUPITER-C

A new series of Redstone Rockets, called Jupiter-C, were being tested.  For this new series, he fuel tanks had been  lengthened, the instrument compartment made smaller and lighter, and second and third stages had been added to the basic Redstone configuration.  The second stage was an outer ring of eleven scaled-down Sergeant rockets; the third stage was a cluster of three scaled down Sergeant rockets grouped within the outer circle formed by the second stage rockets.  The second and third stages were contained in a "tub" atop the vehicle.


The official purpose of the Juipter-C class of Redstone rockets was to perfect the ability to carry a warhead above the atmosphere and have it survive the firery re-entry on its way to the target area.  Dummy warheads were coated with special materials designed to melt and carry heat away from the warhead its self.  These tests provided the basic research for warhead protection and for the heat shields used later in the Apollo and Shuttle programs.

  

Tucked away inside the Juipter-C program was a well known secret agenda to assemble one of these vehicles with a 4th stage that could place a small object into orbit about the earth.  One of the Juipter-Cs received special handling and security.  When we conducted the SFT, which included testing all the electronics necessary to activate the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th stages, the Commanding General and Dr. von Braun were on hand to observe the test.  When that test was completed, the whole assembly was wrapped and carried  to a sealed hanger to await the possible permission to orbit a satellite.


During that Spring Semester work period, I had two other things going on in my life.  The University of Alabama had an extension center in Huntsville and I discovered that I could speed-up my progress towards a degree by taking courses there. I had just completed Semester-1 of the required Basic Chemistry on the main campus, so I signed up for Semester 2 in Huntsville.  Otherwise, I would have had to wait a full year to catch that 2nd semester on the main campus.


Although I was working 58 hours a week and taking a college course, I still found time to meet and date a special girl.  She was working as an engineering aide at one of the fledging aerospace companies that sprung up in Huntsville to support the Army’s rocket development.  When I retuned to the main campus in June 1957, I corresponded with her and even managed a couple visits back to Huntsville during the summer session.


Back on campus I was taking a full load in an effort to graduate by June 1959.  During that semester I begin to profit from having some actual work experience, as I soon became the go-to person for the other students and Lab Instructors when it came to operating and trouble-shooting the laboratory equipment. 


THE JUPITER MISSILE

Upon returning to Redstone Arsenal in  mid-September 1957, I was again assigned to the Instrumentation Test Group.  The Test Organization was still processing Jupiter-C Redstones for warhead re-entry tests and were making preparation for the testing of a new series of missiles called JUPITER.  The Jupiter missiles were based on Redstone technology but had larger diameter tanks and ungraded guidance, control and instrumentation systems which gave them an extended range.  


THE SPACE AGE BEGINS

On October 4, 1957, I was inside the instrument section of a Jupiter rocket heating temperature sensors with a hand-held hair dryer.  This process was to verify the proper installation and operation of the many temperature sensors that were flown on the military rockets.  We used various other methods to check the operation of the other sensors, such as pressure, vibration and position. These tests were required to track the performance of the rockets as they were flown for further testing.  I was getting into position to heat another sensor when I heard a commotion outside the rocket and was instructed to come out and listen to an important announcement.


Everyone knew that the Russians had a fledgling missile program and had announced that they planned to participate in the International Geophysical Year (IGY) with a satellite of their own.  But it had been assumed by all that the USA would be the first nation to successfully place an artificial satellite into earth orbit.  That assumption had just been shattered.  The announcement was that the Russians had placed the world's first artificial satellite into orbit.  Now every 90 minutes, as we listened in our telemetry ground station to the beeping Sputnik-I,  we were reminded that the USA had lost the Race to Space.


On December 6, 1957, I was seated at the dinning table in Ma Miller’s Boarding House situated on West Clinton Avenue, Huntsville, Alabama, on the current site of the von Braun Civic Center. Mealtime was usually a rather noisy time with many different conversations among the 20-odd men seated at the large table, but that day everyone’s attention was on the scene being played out on the small black-and-white television set in the corner of the room.  


The Navy was making its attempt to launch a VANGUARD rocket with the USA’s IGY satellite.  It would not be the first into space but at least the USA could join the Russians in space exploration.  The final countdown continued and at “Zero” we saw the smoke and flame and then the liftoff.  Suddenly the screen was filled with the bright flash of a violent explosion and what was left of  VANGUARD fell back to the launch pad. Surprisingly, instead of sighs and moans of despair, a spontaneous cheer of elation arose in the room.  Most everyone there realized that the Navy’s failure meant that the local missile team might now get a chance to redeem the honor of the USA.  


Back in the Spring of 1957 we had finished our tests on a Juipter-C Redstone Rocket specifically outfitted to deliver a satellite into earth orbit for the “International Geophysical Year Program” (IGY).  That rocket and its cargo were then placed into storage because “Washington” had made the decision that the Navy and its VANGUARD missile program would have the privilege of being the first to place a USA satellite into orbit.


After the launch of Sputnik-I and the failure of the Navy’s VANGUARD rocket, Dr. von Braun assured President Eisenhower that our team had the hardware available and could put up a satellite in short order.  The Army/ von Braun Team was given the go-ahead.  The satellite capable Jupiter-C Redstone was taken out of storage, unwrapped, and we immediately began to get it ready to go to the launch site.


In the mean time, my romantic life was proceeding.  Anne and I were married in mid January and she would move to the campus with me in February to complete my Junior year.


I worked many long shifts helping to prepare the rocket for an attempt to bring the U.S. space program even with the Russians.  On January 31, 1958 the launch attempt of the Explorer-1 Satellite was under way at Cape Canaveral, Florida. It was with reluctance and regret that Clark, another coop student, and I turned in our badges at 4:00 pm, checked out of Redstone Arsenal and headed back to Tuscaloosa for the new semester at the University of Alabama.  We had spent the day monitoring the launch site activities and did not want to leave until the launch was successful, but the University’s registration process waited for no one.  


As we rode through the hills of North Alabama, what newscasts we could hear make no mention of a rocket launch.  We went by to see Clark’s mother in Birmingham.  She met us at he door, appearing very excited.  She quickly led us to her living room urging us to come see what they were showing on the television.  The REDSTONE Rocket launch had been successful and the Explorer-1 satellite was in orbit and sending back data.  The U. S. Army's rocket team had entered  the Space Age!

                                                                                           


Explorer Satellites

In the summer of 1958 after another semester of study at the University of Alabama, I was again working as a Co-op student at Redstone Arsenal.  During this work session I was assigned to work as part of a team manning a telemeter trailer in support of tests on another Explorer satellite which was to be launched soon atop a Jupiter-C rocket.  I remember watching various meters as the data from a vibration test of the satellite was recorded on long rolls of photographic paper enclosed in canisters.  When the tests ended, we took the canisters from the recorders and rushed them to the dark-room for developing.  


As we spread the rolls of developed data, still not quite dry from the developing process, on the viewing table, Dr. James van Allen, puffing a cloud of smoke from his pipe, would intently examine the various squiggles to determine how his satellite and its radiation detectors had survived the vibration test.  


When we had short breaks from our hectic test schedule, Dr. van Allen enjoyed explaining the mechanisms and purpose of his experiments.  He was also very concerned that the radiation belt above the earth might mean that man would never be able to go safely into space.  The measurements to be made by instruments on this satellite would map the areas of intense radiation.  If it could be determined that the radiation was limited to only certain areas, then there might still be a place in space for man and even for satellites that will make true global communication possible.  Two Van Allen Probes were flown and shed light on the radiation belts surrounding Earth.  This information allowed for the implementing of proper protection from the radiation for man and machine as further space exploration proceeded. 


SATURN ROCKET

During this period, the main test groups were still processing and testing various versions of the Redstone and Jupiter missiles for both military operations and space exploration.  There was also talk of a new and bigger rocket with Code-Name NOVA.  NOVA would be built by clustering 8 Redstone tanks around 1 Juipter tank adding eight engines. Such a vehicle could to be used to deliver larger warheads over a longer range or used to put larger satellites into earth orbit.


In mid-September 1958 I returned to the U of A campus, completed 2 more semesters of study and was rewarded a Bachelors of Science Degree in May 1959.


FULL TIME JOB

 After graduation I returned to the Army Ballistic Missile Agency as a full time employee, but the future status of the Army / von Braun team was uncertain.  NASA had been established and was given the responsibility for all non-military aspects of space exploration and the Air Force had been given the responsibility for all long-range military rocketry efforts.  


The von Braun team were still Army employees but were spending much of their efforts in support of NASA projects.  Also. they were still developing short-range military rockets for the Army.   When someone pointed out that the term “Nova” meant Exploding Star”, the new long-range missile, NOVA, was renamed SATURN.  If it continued in development, it would be managed by the Air Force or restricted to only “peaceful” purposes.  SATURN soon became the primary candidate to send men into long term orbit and to the moon.


FROM ARMY to NASA

In September 1960 we gathered in the parking lot of the Army Ballistic Missile Agency Headquarters as President Eisenhower conducted a ceremony which transferred the von Braun group and its facilities to the newly created NASA Marshall Space Flight Center.  We would no longer work on military rockets, but concentrate our efforts on civilian space vehicles.  We were also preparing a REDSTONE rocket to carry the first USA astronaut into space during the next year. 



MERCURY-REDSTONE

In May 1961, Alan Shepard, flying on a Mercury-Redstone became the second person and the first American to travel into space. After processing 2 more Mercury-Redstones for sub-orbital flights, we begin to concentrate our full efforts on preparing the  much larger launch vehicle know as the SATURN.


PRESIDENTIAL CHALLENGE 

In 1963, President Kennedy gave NASA the goal of placing a man on the moon before the end of the decade.  The next serval years of my career were spent in the development, construction and testing of the SATURN series of  rockets that were used to perform various missions in earth orbit and to support the Apollo Program which put 12 men on the Moon.

                                                                                                        


During the early phase of the Saturn-Apollo program I participated in the testing of the prototype and test units of the Saturn stages.  When the production of the man-rated units were turned over to American industry, I worked with the NASA offices that had oversight of the contractors. 

SKYLAB

The Moon Missions were getting all the public attention, but the Saturn vehicles were being put to use for other things.  As all the elements for the moon missions were put into place, one of the more interesting and productive NASA projects was the SKYLAB Program.


SKYLAB was really the world’s first Space Station.  It was placed into orbit about the earth in 1973, right after the Apollo moon missions.  It consisted of The Orbital WORKSHOP, The Apollo Telescope Mount (ATM), an Airlock and Docking Adapter, and solar-panels for electrical power.  When the crew arrived, the Command and Service Modules completed the SKYLAB Space Station.


The Workshop contained laboratory space and living quarters built inside an unused fuel tank from the SATURN-5 third stage project.  The main purpose of the workshop was to study the effects on the human body of extended stays in space, especially the effects of zero gravity.  The Workshop was the first place that astronauts in orbit were not confined in a cramped capsule.  In the WORKSHOP they were able to move about in normal fashion during their daily activities. Data gathered on the astronauts during 3 extended missions provided valuable information for the design of equipment to accommodate men in future space flights such as the Shuttle and the International Space Station.


The Apollo Telescope Mount contained eight instruments to study the Sun.  Its observations of the Sun greatly enhanced our understanding of the Sun. Of major interest for future space flight was the improvement in our ability to predict solar flares and the knowledge to design for protection from the resulting intense radiation. 


The Apollo Telescope Mount was designed and built at Marshall Space Center where we received and installed telescopes from several astronomical organizations.  I led one of the test groups that prepared the assembly for flight.  The Airlock and Docking Adapter provided the passage way from the Command Module into the Workshop and was the staging area for extra-vehicle activity.  In addition it contained the control panel for the ATM and its instruments.  


Photographic and radiometric instruments for studying the Earth were also mounted here. These early studies of the Earth’s surface and atmosphere yielded volumes of data for understanding our home world. 


Three 3-man crews worked in SKYLAB.  The last crew left on February 12, 1974 and no one ever returned.  SKYLAB stayed in orbit until 1979.  When it reentered the atmosphere.  Most of it burned up but some pieces fell in the Indian Ocean and on Australia.  

                                                                                                                    



I consider the SKYLAB Missions to be NASA’s greatest Scientific Accomplishment of the 20th Century, while the Moon Missions were the world’s greatest Engineering Accomplishment of the 20th Century.


APOLLO-SOYUZ  

By the early 1970’s, both the USA and the Soviet Union were putting men into space on a regular basis and the two countries agreed to develop a means to connect  their and our spacecrafts in orbit for potential rescue efforts.  On July 15, 1975, an Apollo spacecraft launched carrying a crew of three and docked two days later on July 17, with a Soyuz spacecraft and its crew of two, thus demonstrating the ability for mutual rescues.  


After the APOLLO-SOYUZ mission, the USA withdrew from manned spaceflight to put all its efforts and money into the development of the SPACE SHUTTLE.  No one expected that it would be 6 long years before we again sent men in to space.


THE SPACE SHUTTLE 

Johnson Space Center in Houston, Texas managed the overall Shuttle Program and Marshall Space Flight Center supported it by suppling the engines and solid rocket boosters.  

THE SPACELAB

In the spirit of international cooperation, the European Space Agency agreed to supply a laboratory module to fly in the payload bay of the shuttle.  This module would be called SPACELAB.  It had its genesis in SKYLAB  and became the progenitor of the INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION.  I transferred to the NASA Program Office that had the responsibility to coordinate the SPACELAB-to-SHUTTLE interfaces.  I worked in that position through the development phase of the SHUTTLE and SPACELAB vehicles.

                  

HUNDREDS OF SPACE EXPERIMENTS

When the SPACELAB became operational, I moved to a Payload Integration Group and spent the next 14 years of my career aiding those wanting to fly their EXPERIMENTS on the SPACELAB, SHUTTLE, SOYZU, and the INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION.  

In this position I got to meet many of the interesting people who develop and conduct experiments in space. These experiments range across just about every scientific and engineering discipline; from human cellular study to the forming of metal in zero-gravity.


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Forty-seven years with the Rocket Team and the Space Program.  Along the way we raised 3 sons who have provided us with 9 grand children and 6 great-grand children.  We helped organize and establish a new church and enjoyed the many advantages of living in Alabama’s ROCKET city.  We also acquired, built, and managed several residential rental properties until disposing of them after retirement.


Today, I volunteer as a Docent at the U. S. Space and Rocket Center in Huntsville, Alabama.  Here I meet people from all over the nation and world, and enjoy answering their questions and telling them of my adventures in our country’s space program.



Wednesday, November 2, 2022


 My GREAT-GRANDFATHER ‘S WALKING STICK

Great-Grandpaw Weaver’s walking stick is thirty-one

and 1/2 inches long.  Rather short for my use now

but it was just right for him back then,  He used it until 

his death.  It has a history that makes it special for me.



Sone time during my second-grade school year (1944-45), one of our elderly customers, Mr. 

Simmons, pasted away.  I remember him well for he always teased me when he 

was in The Store.  The family of Mr. Simmons held an estate sale to dispose of 

his belongings and I went with my Dad to the sale.  


It was a “SALE” but it was also a time of reminiscence for his family and the 

community; so there was a lot of conversations going on.  As they talked, Dad 

picked out a few things.  Among the items he bought were a bed frame, a chest 

of drawers, and a fancy oak trunk with brass fittings. 


As the adults talked, I wandered about looking for something of interest.  I spotted the walking stick standing in a corner of the room beside a broom.  It immediately peaked my interest because the handle was carved into a  small foot with toes and ankles.  I picked it up and begin walking around leaning on it.  


As my dad was about to pay for his items, he asked me if I liked the walking stick and I told him I did.  He told Mr. Simmons’ son to add it to his purchase.  I carried it home and found a place to stand it beside my bed, just in case I ever needed it.  


One morning my great-grandfather, John Weaver Sr., came for a visit at our store.  He had walked the two miles from his house on the Kennedy’s Mill Road.  He took a seat in one of the chairs that sat by the potbelly stove which warmed the store and visited with the family members and the customers.  As you might expect, that spot was where much of the news and gossip  of the community was acquired.  


He greeted me and exclaimed how much I had grown since he last saw me and then returned to conversations with the adults.  I guess I wanted a little more attention from him, so I went back to my room in the apartment behind the store and got my walking stick.  I came back into the store carrying it and at the first opportunity, showed it to him.  He took the stick, examined it, and commented on its peculiar design with a foot for a handle. 


He held on to my stick as he retuned to the adult conversations and I took a seat next to him.  Occasionally, he would test the stick by tapping it in a semicircle in front him as if he was walking, even though he remained seated.  At a lull in the conversations, he turned to me and asked why a young boy like me needed a stick to walk.  


I told him that I did not need it to walk.  He then told me that a old man like him sometimes needed a stick to walk and he could make good use of it on his 2-mile walk back home, so, maybe I could give it to him.  I understood the logic of that but I really did not want to give up My Stick.  I looked to my Dad and he gave me a nod that encouraged me to give it up.   


He went home with my stick, but the only time I ever saw him use it was as he left the store and got into the car of a family that had offered to take him home as they went to town.


Several weeks later someone came by the store and told Dad that his grandfather had died during the night.  He carried me with him to check on the arrangements for burial.  When we arrived at the house, we could see that a crowd of family members had already gathered.  


Inside, I saw Great-Grandma Weaver sitting on one side of the living room fireplace with some of Dad’s aunt and uncles. Great-Grandpaw was lying on a bed on the other side.  The bed covers were pulled up to his waist.  His hands were folded across his chest.  Silver dollars had been placed over his closed eyes, and a dingy looking rag had been draped under his chin and tied in a bow on top of his head.  


As Dad and I approached the bed to take a look at his grandfather, I spotted My Stick standing against the wall beside the head of the bed.  I tugged on Dad’s hand and pointed at it.  He reached over and picked it up, and without a word, handed it to me.  I held on to it and took it home and put it back beside my bed.

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***There are a couple of interesting stories about the other items bought from Mr. Simmons estate, but those will have to wait for another day.

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Encounter With the Washing Machine Wringer

Even after all these years of association with the space program I am still amazed at the progress of technology during my life time, especially the progression from tube type electronics to micro-circuitry that has made such great changes in our ability to communicate and handle data.  I have observed that every new technology development comes with fears that it may be misused or present some sort of hazard to the populous.  


My first encounter with new technology and it danger came when our family acquired a wringer washing machine about the time I was just starting to walk.  The washing machine precipitated an incident that physically scared me for life.  That incident is in my memory only because of its repeated telling by my mother and grandmother.  Apparently, the trauma of the event completely erased it from my conscious memory. 

   

Every Monday Mama Weaver would come over to our house to help Mother with the wash.  In our washroom was a wringer washing machine and two #3 galvanized wash tubs sitting on a bench beside it.  When the clothes had been sufficiently sloshed about and agitated in the machine, they would be taken out  of the washer and put thru the wringer and dropped into a tub of clean water for  the first rinse; then the wringer head would be swung around to the other tub and the clothes would be put thru the wringer into the  other tub for the second rinse.  Lastly, the clothes would be put thru the wringer one last time and into a basket for carrying outside where they would be hung on the clothes lines to dry.  


Occasionally, as the garments were fed into the wringer, one of them would fail to drop into the tub and continue around one of the wringer rollers.  It only took a couple of extra turns for the thickness to build up and cause the safety mechanism to pop the two rollers apart and stop the wringing action.  After some tugging and prying the tangled garment would be removed, the mechanism reengaged and the wringing of clothes resumed.


One wash day I played and watched as the ladies did the wash.  My sister, Nancy, was helping by guiding the clothes into the rinse tubs.  However, no one was watching the little boy when he reached up to examine the pretty pink rubber rollers.  My screams and the “clunk” of the rollers popping apart quickly got their attention.  My left arm was stuck between the rollers up to the elbow as I hung suspended five inches off the floor.  For a moment everyone else joined me in screaming.  As Mother held me, somehow Mama Weaver  managed to extract my now red and swollen arm from the wringer.


Wash day came to a halt as the priority became to get me to the doctor for they were sure that my arm was crushed.  They wrapped my arm in one of the freshly washed towels from the basket and since Mama Weaver did not drive she held me in her arms as we sped the nine miles to the doctor’s office in Tuscaloosa.  My cries soon subsided to an occasional sob or whimper but Nancy cried most of the way about her little brother’s broken arm.


After an examination, the doctor assured them that my arm was not crushed but it was badly bruised and I had a deep wound on the underside  of my forearm where all the the layers of skin had been scraped away by the turning action of the rubber roller.  The healing process took a long time and many bandage changes and left me with a permanent scar about half the width of my arm.


Copyright 2012© Willie E. Weaver 

All rights reserved.  Its is unlawful to reproduce 

this in any form without the express permission

of the author.

Monday, September 12, 2022

JOHN and RUTH


My former pastor, John, was a passionate man.  He was passionate about preaching the gospel of Christ.  He was passionate about playing the piano.  And, oh yes, he was passionately in love with Ruth.  

As a young man, John preached the gospel in tent-meetings across the South with the Rev. Glenn V. Tingley.  One of the churches which had its roots in those tent meetings was the Alliance Church in Gadsden, Alabama.  John went to Toccoa Falls Bible College in the mountains of north Georgia to study to be a christian minister.


Ruth was an instructor in Bible History and Greek.  By her own admission, she was an old maid school teacher and intended to serve the Lord in the capacity of training preachers and missionaries for the rest of her life.  John took some of Ruth’s classes and was quite taken with her.  On the close-knit campus, their paths crossed almost daily.  Perhaps, John even began to plan chance meetings.  Ruth was several years his senior so he knew that it was unlikely that a real romance could develop between them.  The rules of the college forbid fraternization between staff and student, so their relationship remained that of student and teacher and of good friends.  Still, for John, there was an attraction that he could not lay aside all through college.  


After the graduation ceremony, John found Ruth in the crowd to have one last conversation with his friend.  When he told her that he was headed to pastor a new church plant in Gadsden, Alabama, she asked him to promise to come back to the campus in a year and tell her about his first year of ministry and how the work in Gadsden was doing.


John plunged into his task for a year and the Gadsden church grew as souls were added to the family of God.  John was consumed in his ministry but as the days went by, he became more and more convinced that Ruth was the woman that God had chosen for him.  He determined that he would pursue a more serious relationship with her.  As a successful pastor, he could offer her a house and home and an opportunity to serve the Lord in a growing work.  


He was convinced that this was the right thing to do, but still, there was a lingering doubt.  What if she rejected him.  With much prayer, he set out for Toccoa.  If his plea fell on deaf ears, he was ready to take that as a sign from God and to go on without her to the work that God had laid before him. 


He arrived on campus on the last day of regular classes.  He went directly to Ruth’s class which was about to begin.  He entered the room with the students and quietly slipped into a seat at the back of the room.  A few students noticed this intrusion but Ruth seemed not to notice her extra student.  She proceeded with a final lesson and then a concise review of the semester's work.  John sat there content to be back in her presence but soon found himself listening intently as if he had to take the exam.  She concluded the review, reminded the class of the scheduled time for the exam and dismissed them with a prayer.  


Over the next week, as Ruth administered and graded exams, they managed to renew their friendship.  By the end of the week, a proposal had been made and accepted and a wedding date set.


John and Ruth went north to be married in her home church in Pennsylvania.  They were driven there by an older minister and his wife in their Ford A-Model Roadster.  If you remember, the Roadster had only a front seat in the cab and an open-air Rumble Seat which was where the trunk is on modern autos.   When the weather was clear, Ruth and John sat in the Rumble Seat.  When it rained, all four of them crowded into the cab on the front seat.  Now, that seat is not wide enough for four so when it rained, Ruth sat on John’s lap.  In later years, John would reminisce, with a chuckle, of that time of closeness as symbolic of their closeness through their years.




He and Ruth raised four children and he preached the gospel as the pastor of several other churches.  He preached the gospel on a missionary trip to India.  He preached the gospel as pastor of an International Church in Cambodia.  He preached the gospel as a traveling evangelist.


From the evangelist road, he and Ruth came with their travel trailer to pastor our church and stayed on to shepherd us for several years until failing health led him to resign.  After a time of recover, he began to accept an occasional evangelistic engagement.  He went back to his first pastorate, the Gadsden church, for a series of meeting and while there he fell sick and went to be with the Lord.  

Friday, September 9, 2022

A SOLID STATE DEMULTIPLEXER for the SATURN





This is an account of just one of the many times where NASA helped  push our electronic world out of the old technology and into the transistor/solid-state electronic era.  I have wanted to tell this story for some time, but have just recently taken the time to write it down.


The development of the SATURN system of launch vehicles proceeded from the Saturn 1 - Block 1 to the Saturn 1 - Block 2, and then to Saturn 1B -Block 1, and Saturn 1B - Block 2, and then on to the Saturn 5.  We began to expand and upgrade our ground test equipment as new technology and schedule considerations presented the opportunities. In our telemetry ground stations, we discarded the oscillograph recorders, whose long scrolls of data had to go through a photographic development and drying process, and installed recorders that used thermal sensitive paper that came out of the machines fully developed.   


We had performed the Redstone and Jupiter telemetry testing with ground stations whose electronics were almost entirely based on vacuum tube technology.  During Mercury/Redstone testing we acquired some equipment that used the new transistor technology in special circuits.  The flight equipment of the Saturn rocket would make more use of transistor circuits.  


Our first real leap into the world of transistors was when we added a new set of signal discriminators in preparation for Saturn tests.  Many of our engineers and technicians had little knowledge or experience with transistor circuits.  Luckily, we had Tom Flanders on our contractor support staff.  Tom had taught transistor circuits at Georgia Tech while getting his masters degree in electronics.  He left the academic world and hired on with our NASA contractor, Chrysler Corporation.  We got approval, through the MSFC training department, for him to teach Transistor Circuits to all those in the laboratory who desired such training.  That worked out well for NASA and for those who took the training.


The Saturn 1st stage data system had flight multiplexes that placed the output of 300 sensors into a data stream and sent it to a ground station where a demultiplexer would separate the 300 signals.  Our existing demultiplexer could process the 300 signal data stream, but it suffered from over heating and vacuum tube failures.  Also, during operation it required constant adjustments.  We were in dire need of a replacement before we began the Saturn 1B and Saturn V tests.  We had talked with several vendors in the telemetry market about the possibility of a demultiplexer based on transistor technology but none of them offered such an unit . One vendor did offer to supply a transistor based demultiplexer on a cost-plus development contract.  


Tom Flanders had been working with the technician who was responsible for the demultiplexer in an effort to solve some of its problems.   He told me that rather than waste his time on the old machine I should let him just build a new machine.  He assured me that he could do that with transistor logic boards and other components currently available on the market.  I asked him and my lead telemetry technician, Prince Jones, to explore his idea further and if it still seemed feasible, to bring me a proposal which we could take to our Advanced Projects office for possible funding.  


When they had the proposal ready, we presented it to Paul Davis, the Laboratory lead for Advanced Projects.  This was the same Paul Davis that I had worked for in the Measurement Test Section during my first Coop session.  He gave us approval to proceed and made funds available for the equipment and parts we needed.


I assigned another contractor engineer, Earl Benson, to work with them.  The designation for the effort and eventually the final Design became “BFJ” after the thee men working on the project.  Along the way some doubters begin to say BFJ stood for “Big Fat Joke”. However, in a few weeks, they produced a breadboard version that met the basic requirements.  Along the way, Earl Benson left the project and Charles Mandy took his place, but the BFJ name stuck.


Several more weeks to work out the component layout and design the control panel and, we had a working unit that fit neatly in three drawers of a standard equipment rack and needed only moderate cooling.   Whereas, the old model occupied 3 standard racks and required massive cooling.  We worked with the designers of the flight multiplexer in a series of verification tests to prove we had a design that could reliably process the output of the flight multiplexer.


We then contracted with Brown Engineering to build units for our Systems Test telemetry ground station.  We also made copies of the design documentation available to other NASA groups and to any vendor that may want to supply similar units for the program.  





Thomas E. Flanders, Charles A. Mandy and  Prince T. Jones

co-authored a technical paper describing their work.

“A SOLID STATE DEMULTIPLEXER” 

(NASA MSFC publication SR-QUAL-65-53), 

  

Mr. Flanders presented the paper at the 

1965 International Telemetry Conference 

at the von Braun Civic Center 

in Huntsville Alabama.


Wednesday, July 27, 2022

 Lost in the Woods :


         My former pastor, John, was a passionate man.  He was passionate about preaching the gospel of Christ.  He was passionate about playing the piano.  And, oh yes, he was passionately in love with Ruth.   
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Preaching The Gospel
As a young man, John preached the gospel in tent-meetings across the South with the Rev. Glenn V. Tingley.  One of the churches which had its roots in those tent meetings was the Alliance Church in Gadsden, Alabama.  After finishing Bible school, John became pastor of that church.  

Down through the years, he and Ruth raised four children and preached the gospel as the pastor of several other churches.  He preached the gospel on a missionary trip to India.  He preached the gospel as pastor of an International Church in Cambodia.  He preached the gospel as a traveling evangelist.

From the evangelist road, he and Ruth came with their travel trailer to pastor our church and stayed on to shepherd us for several years until failing health led him to resign.  After a time of recover, he began to accept an occasional evangelistic engagement.  He went back to his first pastorate, the Gadsden church, for a series of meeting and while there he fell sick and went to be with the Lord.  

John was one of the few men that I have known that throughout his daily life carried on a running conversation with God.  I do not mean that he stopped what he was doing, bowed his head and addressed God in a formal way.  He would just blurt out something like, “Father, that sure is a beautiful sunset you have for me today.”  Or, if faced with a decision, he might say, “Father, help me decide which way to go.”  Because of this trait, in my mind, I compared him to that great friend of God, Abraham, and to Tevye from the Broadway play, Fiddler On The Roof. 

Playing The Piano
    John loved music.  John really loved gospel music.  John really, really loved gospel music on the piano.  John really, really, really loved playing gospel music on the piano.  When John arrived at our church he immediately assumed the duties not only of the pastor but as pianist for special music and for congregational singing.  John played with a flair and much enthusiasm.  His style was great for piano specials but not too comfortable for congregational singing and when accompanying singers, he tended to overpower them.

Apparently, he was unaware that our longtime pianist was one of the best, if not the best in Huntsville, Alabama.  Whether congregational singing, piano solos, or accompaniment of singers, her style was always appropriate and beautiful.  After a few weeks of sideways glances and whispered comments, a delegation visited John and tried to tactfully advise him of the situation because we were afraid that our pianist would find somewhere else to serve.  John understood and gracefully began restricting his playing to occasional specials which were appreciated and enjoyed by all.

Ruth
Ruth was an instructor at Toccoa Falls Bible College in the mountains of north Georgia.  By her own admission, she was an old maid school teacher and intended to serve the Lord in the capacity of training preachers and missionaries for the rest of her life.  John took some of Ruth’s classes and was quite taken with her.  On the close-knit campus, their paths crossed almost daily.  Perhaps, John even began to plan chance meetings.  Ruth was several years his senior so he knew that it was unlikely that a real romance could develop between them.  The rules of the college did forbid such fraternization between staff and student, so their relationship remained that of student and teacher and of good friends.  Still, for John, there was an attraction that he could not lay aside all through college.  

After the graduation ceremony, John found Ruth in the crowd to have one last conversation with his friend.  When he told her that he was headed to pastor a new church plant in Gadsden, Alabama, she asked him to promise to come back to the campus in a year and tell her about his first year of ministry and how the work in Gadsden was doing.

John plunged into his task for a year and the Gadsden church grew as souls were added to the family of God.  John was consumed in his ministry but as the days went by, he became more and more convinced that Ruth was the woman that God had chosen for him.  He determined that he would pursue a more serious relationship with her.  As a successful pastor, he could offer her a house and home and an opportunity to serve the Lord in a growing work.  

He was convinced that this was the right thing to do, but still, there was a lingering doubt.  What if she rejected him.  With much prayer, he set out for Toccoa.  If his plea fell on deaf ears, he was ready to take that as a sign from God and to go on without her to the work that God had laid before him. 

He arrived on campus on the last day of regular classes.  He went directly to Ruth’s class which was about to begin.  He entered the room with the students and quietly slipped into a seat at the back of the room.  A few students noticed this intrusion but Ruth seemed not to notice her extra student.  She proceeded with a final lesson and then a concise review of the semester's work.  John sat there content to be back in her presence but soon found himself listening intently as if he had to take the exam.

She concluded the review, reminded the class of the scheduled time for the exam and dismissed them with a prayer.  John remained in his seat as the others exited the room.  Ruth sat at her desk intently looking over some papers on her desk and seemingly oblivious to her admirer.  John moved up and took a seat directly in front of her desk and patiently waited for her to finish.  After a while, he cleared his throat just to make sure that she knew that he was there.  She looked up, smiled at him and went back to her task.  Finally, she gathered her papers into a stack and looked up again.  He started to speak but the words would not come out. 
She smiled again and said, “Yes, John.”  
Taking her words as permission to speak, he found his tongue, 
“Miss Gaff..er, Ruth, I have a question for you.”
“John, I said, yes.’’ 
“But, I haven’t asked the question yet.”
“Yes, John, I will marry you.”
When the exams were over and graded, John and Ruth went north to be married in her home church.  They were driven there by an older minister and his wife in their Ford A-Model Roadster.  If you remember, the Roadster had only a front seat in the cab and an open-air Rumble Seat which was where the trunk is on modern autos.   When the weather was clear, Ruth and John sat in the Rumble Seat.  When it rained, all four of them crowded into the cab on the front seat.  Now, that seat is not wide enough for four so when it rained, Ruth sat on John’s lap.  In later years, John would reminisce, with a chuckle, of that time of closeness as symbolic of their closeness through the years.
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John never wavered in the afore-described passions, preaching the gospel, playing the piano, and loving Ruth.  He did, however, develop other passions which he would throw himself into and enjoy for a season and then abandon.  Before he came to us he had been an ardent scuba diver.  For a while he was a rock hound, digging and polishing rocks and making jewelry and belt buckles for his friends.  He studied and worked each of these until he mastered them and then lay them and the associated equipment aside.

THE HUNTING TRIP  
Some men in the church were hunters.  They took John deer hunting and he was hooked.  He hunted with one or more of them every chance he got.  Once, he and one of his hunting buddies had planned a hunt but the friend had to cancel at the last minute.  Contrary to good hunting rules, John decided to go alone.  

As the sun was coming up he arrived at the place on the edge of the National Forest where the group had taken him the week before.  He followed an old logging road back about two miles.  About half way in, he had to drive through a small stream.  Fording the steam was not a problem as long as there had been no recent rain.  It was a clear day and rain was not predicted so he was not worried about his ability to cross the stream on his return.

His intention had been to hunt through the morning, eat his lunch, hunt some more and leave in mid-afternoon.  After lunch, he found a place in the sun and sheltered from the breeze where he could look over a large open area of tops from harvested trees.  He had seen three deer earlier.  Two does came close to him but the buck traveling with them never got close enough for a good shot.  Maybe if he sat very still a large buck would wander within range.
When he awoke the sun was going down.  He hurried to his car.  He was sure he knew the way back but was somewhat apprehensive about finding his way back to the highway if it got dark.  As he drove along the trail it was defiantly getting darker.  

He approached the stream confident that crossing it would be no problem even in the fading light.  Perhaps he hurried a little too much.  He entered the steam with a great splash and the engine died.  Try as he might, he could not get it restarted.  He decided that if he was to get out of the woods and back to the highway for help he had better get started while there was still some light.  He stepped out of the car and into very cold water just deep enough to fill his boots.  Well, he would just have to walk with wet feet.  The temperature was dropping and he knew he would have to get help soon or be in real trouble.  

Following the old logging road in the daylight had been no problem but as it grew darker the trail began to look more and more like the rest of the forest floor.  Soon he was not sure whether he was on the trail or not.  He paused for a moment to listen for some sound that might indicate how close he was to the highway.  He thought he heard a movement behind him.  He turned to see a large head and shoulders silhouetted against the now starry sky.  He thought to himself, “I didn’t know that there were bears in this forest.”

Suddenly the bear was shining a flashlight in his eyes and saying, “Is that your car parked in the middle of the creek back there?  Man, we better get you to some place warm before you freeze to death.  Follow me.”  He sat off at a rapid pace through the woods trailing the flashlight beam some what behind him so John could find his footing.  Even though he was cold and shivering, John would have liked to go slower but he was not about to let this man out of his sight.  

Shortly, John could see a light up ahead. He kept following the man and soon they were at the door of a small log cabin.   The interior of the cabin was quite rustic but neat.  The man went straight to the fireplace and added a couple of logs while instructing John to pull up a chair in front of the fire and get out of his wet boots.  For the first time, John got a good look at his host.  He was large, well over six feet and perhaps 250 pounds.  He had a full beard and a long pony tail pulled through the back of a BAMA ball cap.  He wore a camouflage parka and military style boots.  He told John to make himself comfortable while he went for help. Without another word, he was out the door.

John finished taking off his boots, got out of his coat and propped his cold feet up by the fire.  He leaned back in the chair and enjoyed the warmth emanating from the fireplace.  He noticed a large porcelain coffee pot setting on the hearth.  Lifting the lid, he determined by the smell that it, indeed, contained coffee, very strong coffee.  He rummaged around for a cup and poured himself some.  

While being warmed by the fire from without and by the coffee from within, John sat there remembering the events since he awoke in the woods.  As was his habit when in a contemplative mood, he was conversing with his Heavenly Father about the wonder of it all and thanking him for the help sent his way.  

An hour or more must have passed for when John checked his socks,  which were hung over the back of a chair in front of the fire, the were dry.  His shoes were also considerably dryer.  Soon the door swung open and his host entered.  “Get your boots and coat on.  Your cars out of the creek.  I’m gonna take you to it.”

Once again they were moving fast through the woods.  The man must be able to see in the dark for he had handed John the flashlight as they left the cabin.  After about twenty minutes of up and down hills and crossing small streams they emerged onto the highway in sight of a Quick-Stop gasoline station.  There sat John’s car, none the worst for its ordeal.  

For a moment John was left speechless, then he turned and handed the flashlight back to his benefactor.  He extended his hand and said, “My name is John.”  As his giant hand firmly gripped John's, his only reply was, “I’m Pat.”  John began thanking Pat for his help and was trying to ask what he owed him for his trouble.  “Man, you don’t owe me nothing, just have a safe trip home.”   With those words, he gave John’s hand one last squeeze, turned and disappeared into the woods

John got into the car and was about to drive off when he thought that he should call and let Ruth know that he was safe and would be home before long.  He went into the station to make the call.  While there he asked the young attendant about Pat.  The attendant said that all he knew was that Pat lived over in the woods somewhere and came around sometimes, usually when he was helping someone.  As John drove home that night, he had much to talk over with his Heavenly Father.
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