Swarthmore College
Stephen Maurer
Spouse/Partner: | Fran(ces) Stier (m 10/9/82) |
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Children/Grandchildren: | Leon, b 1986 (Dartmouth '08, majors in math & physics, PhD Wisconsin 2016 in physics, now at Sandia More… |
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Residing In: | Kennett Square, PA USA |
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Hey, Steve! Happy Birthday!
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Happy Birthday, Steve! Warm regards, George
Now that Don Marritz has shared the news that Erc has died, let me be the first to write an in memoriam note.
I was stunned to learn tonight through our Swarthmore class notes that Eric had died last month. He was one of my good friends at Swarthmore and ever since. We exchanged lengthy annual letters. I received his 2007 annual in May, and he was his usual enthusiastic self describing his cycling trip to Greece and the success of his daughter's. Then in June I saw him at our 50th Swarthmore reunion and again he seemed his usual energetic lively healthy self. I had to review his annual letter to remind myself that there was a medical problem - diabetes. Did that contribute to his death? He said it was under good control. I know he was somewhat discouraged that the State and University of Wisconsin had gotten into the business of advising startups, cutting substantially into his professional livelihood of advising startups. But I never knew Eric to let business difficulties get him down for long.
I shall miss Eric, especially our discussions of his trips and his love of languages. Also his telling of his mother's experience as a Jew in Nazi Germany and his eventual return to her hometown.
Geoff was an honors major in phil, minor in math; I was an honors major in math, minors in phil and ling, with a 4,3,1 split, so we took mostly the same seminars the last 2 years, as well as the same special math course our sophomore year.
Junior year I was upstairs in Wharton (E section?) and Geoff was on the 1st floor in maybe F. He used to hold court each night in his room, telling funny stories (often about his home state, FL, and his stepmother, Shirley, both of whom he detested) or discussing wide ranging intellectual topics. Steve Diamond was there often, I infrequently, since I always felt I had work to do. I don't think Geoff ever started work before midnight, but he always got it done, very well.
AFter we graduated I saw him from time to time. I remember visiting him in Boston and later in Wisconsin. Then, after I returned to Swarthmore to join the faculty in 1979, he used to visit me at my house when, not infrequently, he visited his old teachers.
Do you remember the fatal Amtrak crash between Baltimore and Philly? I'm talking about the crash in the 1980s (1/4/87 to be precise - thank you, Wikipedia! It's amazing how we can now look up anything quickly from a sliver of information), not the crash *in* Philly 2 years ago. Geoff came up to Swarthmore from DC on the train immediately before the crashed train, and had heard about the crash by the time he reached my house. He spent some time thinking about the fact he had originally planned to be on the later train and it was just luck that he was alive. (The daughter of a mathematician I knew at Hopkins died on that train.) I guess this was part of Geoff's deeper thoughts about death, but I didn't know it at the time. Though we had a long friendship, with overlapping academic interests and a lot of mutual respect, I never was privy to his inner sanctum. Not sure anyone was.
I had a lot of interesting talks about language with Bob. I remember a freshman meal conversation about whether some languages were better for poetry. I proposed that French was especially good, with its melifluous soft sounds. He vehemently objected that Russian was much better, since it was capable of being either harsh or soft.
On another occasion we talked about regional American accents, and I proposed as a test word "cream cheese" because I knew in some places the first word was heavily accented, and in others both words got equal stress. He immediately pointed out that where he came from (Ohio?) the strong stress was on the 2nd word! Try "cream cheese" in a sentence and see how you say it.
A year or so after graduation I saw him once in Boston (I think he was a ling grad student at MIT) and he showed me a page (perhaps written by Chomsky) illustrating various interesting features of English usage with all the example sentences damning and scurrilous statements about the US leaders dragging us through the Vietnam war.
I gather Bob suffered from depression and angst about his sexual preferences , but I don't think I knew anything about that at the time.