Schneider Times Christmas 1996

 

Cedar Point Amusement Park. At Cedar Point, Cleveland Ohio,  the lines where extremely long. It has 13 roller coaster and 53 rides. We rode the Blue Streak, Wildcat, Gemini, and the Raptor. The lines there were so long they should put beds on the side. For the Raptor it was harder to stand the 2 hour line than the 2 minute coaster. The workers called Cedar Point the roller coast. I personally think they should call it the line hiding capital of the world. So if you ever wish to go to Cedar Point, then you should go on a day that it threatens to rain but doesn't.   By David .

 

Oma’s Difficult year.  It has been a arduous year for Walt’s mother, Oma. At the end of December in 1995 we found out that she had esophageal cancer. After Walt’s efforts to negotiate the medical options Oma went through six weeks of radiation therapy and five months of chemotherapy. It was quite taxing to deal with the complications of cancer with no indications that the considerable treatment induced sickness is having a beneficial effect. It was good that Oma was next door so Sue could provide care and transport her to daily hospital visits.  Oma and the family maintained hope during the many dark months. Oma was very appreciative of our help.  We commented that she cared for us as children and of course we would care for her.  She, in her wisdom commented, that “Caring for babies is lots of trouble but a joy due to them growing every day.  In contrast dealing with cancer is painful because there are days of troubles but it gets worse day after day”. In May when the chemotherapy was terminated, we got our first word that there was no sign of the cancer.  Her most recent check-up also showed no sign of cancer.  We are blessed by successful treatment of a difficult-to-treat cancer.  Oma still has difficulty eating, but is generally in reasonable health and mentally alert for 84 years. We are pleased for the gift of sharing Christmas with her.

 

Girl Scout “camping” & Such. The Falk Junior and Cadet troops packed their bags for Gettysburg during the summer.  We got to stay in a grand historical hotel. Each group of girls got a 3 room suite complete with complementary popcorn and a microwave oven.  We toured the battlefield from the top of a bus.  Just about everyone wanted to spend more time on Little Round Top.  We also, toured several museums, including a civil war wax museum, where an animated figure of Abraham Lincoln delivered the Gettysburg address.

At summer’s end and we were off to the Autumn Jamboree.  It rained the whole weekend.  At my lonely unit there were huge puddles, several mud slicks, a ghost, lots of wind, giant spiders in the bathroom, leaky tents and a good chance of flash floods.  Nothing a few well-prepared girlscouts with raincoats can’t handle.  We bested the elements and put on a goofy circus of seals and their trainer, Jean being one of the seals. 

We survived that trip and were quickly off to The Grove for one last trip there.  The Girl Scout counsel didn’t have the money to maintain it and fix its problems.  There have been problems with it: the water quit, the heater went out, the place got snowed in once.  Anyhow we bid the Grove a fond farewell and now anxiously await our winter camping trip in February.

Sue continues to help lead Jean’s troop.  Cadets focus on service projects, as well as camping.  One especially fun project was to act as hostesses for the local storytelling workshop.  By Jean. 

 

Kids in school.  This should be a pretty good year for each of them.  David is in the same classroom as last year, but this year he's a fifth grader (top of the totem pole) and knows the ropes. David has a fair amount of homework this year.  He seems to have finally decided he likes school (we are blessed).  He has found a little wisdom this semester.  He said “homework is easier and class more fun if you do the work when it is assigned or before”  (music to his parents ears).  However he still feels school is a poor use of time compared to playing the computer games "Legends of Might and Magic" where he is slaying dragons and minotaur.

Jean is cracking the books.  Seventh grade is hard, but she's trying to become more efficient at her studies.  I certainly hope she succeeds!  She especially likes Spanish and art, is doing well in algebra (it's a real test of Sue’s education to see if she can help her out in algebra after some 30 years).

Jean and Walt teamed up to do a physics project, building a catapult.  After several weeks of working in class with poor results (projecting a tennis ball 4 feet), Walt began making some suggestions.  “Let’s start with a “novel” approach - if you want to build something you’ve never done before, lets look it up” (given what we pay for schooling this might be taught, oh well).  Jean learned there were 2 types of catapults, lever arm (like in movies of medial times) and elastic pole type (like bending a young sampling for the spring).  Given the constraint of having the catapult base fit in a cubic foot they used the elastic pole method and did testing (destructive) on PVC pipe elasticity, pole angles, projectile weight, and platform stabilization (tent stakes).  The design, basically a cubic foot block of wood with two 4 foot PVC pipes for arms) did over a hundred feet at home and took the official record of 24 meters, about five times the distance of the other contenders.  Jean learned the lesson that problem solving is often best done after consulting the literature. 

 

Malawians visit.  We had the opportunity to repay some of the hospitality Sue received when she was in Africa in the summer of 1995.  Tow new Malawian friends stayed with us in May, as part of a group of 40 who visited Pittsburgh.  Sue also worked extensively on the program committee to plan the groups three week visit.  Seeing our culture through the eyes of otheres brings new awareness.  Try explaining how (and why) an electric garage door opener works - or where the stuff from the garbage disposal goes once it goes into “pipes under the ground.”  Our visitors provided us examples of faith in action.  For example, one of the women asked, “What does your women’s guild do?  Do they get together on Saturdays to cook for the sick and visit them?”   And their enthusiastic singing was  a lively contrast to standard plodding Presbyterian hymns.

Sue’s Work.  In September Sue started working part-time for our software company, PST, as an icon designer.  This means staring at a 32x32 square grid on the computer screen all day making interpretable (hopefully) pictures to represent various concepts and functions for the next release of our software, due this summer. 

Chelsea, our English cocker. Chelsea has been working hard, trying to rid our yard of the pesky groundhogs who have had a population explosion this year.  For the past several years we have seen one groundhog every once in awhile.  He was kind of cute and it was interesting to have Ol'Forest Hills Fred around (any relation to Punxatawny Phil is undocumented).  Well, obviously there was more than one groundhog--because we've seen several baby and teenage ones this year too...  They have devastated the neighborhood gardens.  Our neighbors are setting traps... There is some benefit the zucchinis population has been held in Check. 

 

Weekend get aways.  We did get away for a couple of long weekends.  One was a visit to our friend Kathryn in Buffalo.  While there, we went to their county fair, reported to be the biggest county fair in the nation.  Sue remembers the Texas State Fair from childhood.  Among the hundreds of hawkers, "games of chance and skill"(read "ripoff"), carnival rides, and fried foods in every possible manifestation, we also found prize sheep, dog obedience competitions, and a tiger act with sixteen white tigers jumping through rings of fire.  Jean had a giraffe eat out of her hand--"OOOOOO, his black tongue is sort of like Chelsea's, almost dry, but scratchy too”.  On our way home from Kathryn's we had a taste of beach vacation by spending most of the day at Presque Isle, on Lake Erie.  We all concurred that we like fresh water beaches and swimming better than oceans--too salty and sticky.

Labor Day, we took our new tent and camped at Cook Forest, where we have often rented a cabin in the past.  David and Sue did a bit of fishing--he caught a trout; even though it was only about seven inches long, he was thrilled.  Walt and Jean are "like totally bored with fishin', man" so they.

We discovered we like “Tubing”---floating down the river in big inner tubes.  The rocky bottomed river was fairly shallow at this time of year, so the shouted warning of "Bottoms up!" took on new meaning as we tried to keep from getting scraped.  We even attempted some synchronized Tubing maneuvers, first linking hands, then reversing to link feet--pretty silly, but fun.

 

Walt’s work.  Walt has had a pretty good year. The brain imaging is going well and the business, Psychology Software Tools (PST), is developing major products.  Walt can now do full brain scans with tenth of an inch resolution in 5.6 seconds for a single individual.  The brain activation signals are surprisingly strong allowing measuring how the brain function changes as skill is acquired. He has the potential to get initial answers to some historic questions - where in the brain can attention start (answer - area V1 the first cortical visual stage) and is there a common “teacher circuit” involved in learning new tasks (e.g., learning faces, phone numbers, and words; it looks like there is).  He has good staff at the University (ten people), and at PST (ten people). PST has had its best year with substantial sales and strong development efforts in an National Science Foundation grant to produce an experimental design studio and an Office of Naval Research grant for developing a turnkey system for doing functional magnetic resonance brain imaging work. (For details see the Web site http://www.pstnet.com)

 

 

Spring time fun with Plastic.  On a very windy day in April Walt took out the family to a hill top with a 20’x20’ plastic drop cloth.  With a 30 mile per hour wind we had enough force to lift children into the air.  The loud flutter of plastic, the force of holding on to the earth, the undulating waves of plastic made a unique sensory experience.