Just one meeting with Paul was enough to leave an indelible impression. There are only a few people like that in this world.
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Leave a tributeJust one meeting with Paul was enough to leave an indelible impression. There are only a few people like that in this world.
I had the chance to do my Ph.D. at the Metallurgical Engineering Department of OSU in the early eighties, at a time when it was certainly the best metallurgy department of the world; and Dr shewmon was pivotal to this.
I still have his book on diffusion on my shelf at work; best ever written book on the subject.
I have a fond memory of Dr Shewmon: for the first written exam I took at OSU, I was just arriving from France and could hardly speak English. It was an exam on diffusion theory and Dr Shewmon gave me the best grade of the class ! Good thing that diffusion can be explained with equations rather than words; in fact this encouraged me since I then knew that with such smart people I could manage with my poor English.
I will always be grateful to this department and to Dr Shewmon for my professional career.
Guy-Michel Raynaud
My condolences to Betsy and his family.
We have so many fond memories of Paul. The one I would like to share with you is when we were driving home from the traditional Christmas Party of our friend the Westlakes who lived in Wheaton. It was a cold night as we gathered around our parked cars. The roads were not yet cleared of the recent snow fall, so Paul volunteered to lead the way. When he came to a crossroad in the middle of wide open fields, he stopped the car. looked up into the starry night and told us, there is the North Star, I think we have to turn right! He was right- as always!
He was a great supporter of the Host Program that Dorothy, Jean Nevitt and I started for the foreign visitors at Argonne. As far as I know, the program is still going on. Paul and Dorothy were able to visit the many friends abroad they have made participating as hosts.
We mourn the loss of our dear friend with Betsy and with Dave and Andy and their families. We keep the good memories alive.
Marianne Kocks
Paul was very smart but could always relate to everyone in the conversation. We conversed periodically with the happenings in the Valley. I will miss the emails and occasional call about a variety of subjects.
Lots of good memories.
Russ Gibbs
I was his "boss" only once - in the '60's - and I remember well his stare when things went awry. All one had to do was admit error and we were friends again. He followed me at NSF when I had tried to get a start on materials science being recognized as a legitimate subject (i.e. one could get grants - on merit!) - he added a great deal.
Then there were the phone calls and e-mails - "what do you know about xxx? Time was irrelevant - he needed the answer now. In fairness, he was equally generous when requests were reversed.
We have lost a great man, and he will be greatly missed. Ann and I offer our deepest sympathies to you all.
Harry Paxton.
It is always saddening to see people we knew and loved slip away. Such was the case with Paul. Having lived some number of years with him during my college years, I can say I have learned a lot from him, and I must admit he was always supportive and kind.
Some of his favorite phrases that I still remember are “God help those who help themselves” and “Suscess is 10 percent inspiration and 90 percent perspiration”. I think now that being 52 I understand him somewhat more.
At least what I know now is how much I owe to Paul (and other Shewmon members)
Although for the past 15 years we were physically apart, I am glad we could keep contact and touch some basis every so often thaks to e-mail.
I will remember him everytime I make cheesecake with my couisin (which we both mastered thru him), and I will remember him riding my bike with my daughter out in the woods and when somebody forgets the turn down the oven him asking “Is there any particular reason for this oven to be on?”
I am glad to have known him (and other Shewmon members), and I will keep remembering dearly past memories I share with him.
Goodbye Paul
He was very generous and supportive to us in so many ways. Once, when my family faced a very serious crisis he blew me away with his response to our pain! He also had a unique ability to encourage me with words, both verbally and written, perfectly selected and to the point.
I’ll never forget the last moment Penny and I were in his presence and his parting wink to us. What a charming and classy gentleman he was!
Thank you Uncle Paul, for the wonderful example you were to us all!
Love, Jeff, (Penny and family)
And to Paul, I’m wishing the best in his heart to accompany him forward. Farewell dad until we meet again!
Met Paul in August 1980, in Columbus, being one his and Dorothy’s exchange students. In the early days of the year I spend in his home, I simply could not comprehend his unceasing mind, hands and feet. He worked and did something useful the entire 18-20 hours every day! I had never met anyone like him.
I don’t think he slept more than 5 hours nightly, and would lie on the carpet after an evening meal once every other month or so and sleep until the morning to catch up. :-)
He would come back from his trips, for instance from Washington DC attending the national Nuclear Safety Committee meeting (he was the chair then), and walk right into the kitchen washing few mugs in the sink, consolidating leftovers in the fridge, while saying hi!
He made wine in the basement, changed the oil of his cars (soaked newspapers in the oil to start the fire in the fire place), repaired his bikes, almost always cooked and served the desert for the dinners, which featured guests few times a week. Many other house chores and more…all this besides the incredible demands of his well reputed career and frequent travels. He even found time to give me ride to places frequently, as exchange students could not drive. I just could not understand how all this could be accomplished.
Concerts with him were special also . He would enjoy them, but he always worked some engineering problem on the back of the program almost throughout the event.
He liked driving; short outings and interstate travel alike. He seemed to be always checking out the car inside and out: Sounds, configuration of equipment, fixing adjusting things.
One time I visited them for Christmas while attending college in Iowa. He asked if I wanted to drive his red VW Scirocco, he liked very much. I was new to driving which he knew. I kept downshifting on red lights. He finally said “Kaan, these days brake pads are much less expensive then gears!”. He always made this type of jokes with messages. I missed much of them in my early days with him, as my English and my maturity was no match to catch both the joke and the point; but they were always rich with guidance.
He and Dorothy visited Turkey the following year after my return. We were on the Aegean cost enjoying the sun, beaches and historical places, when he developed serious diarrhea. I remember for a day or two he only drank Turkish coffee and ate water melons as the recommended cure by us locals, following along, not wanting to disrupt the mindset and planned activities. I also remember he would stop in souvenir shops and study the metal work carefully, nudging things with the nail of his index finger, leaving me to explain the shop keepers what this was all about. :-)
Many fond memories with Paul & Dorothy, remarkably vast hearted people, great parents to complete strangers, rare gems of life one encounters if one is fortunate.
Love & Peace forever…
Kaan & Erdal family
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Just one meeting with Paul was enough to leave an indelible impression. There are only a few people like that in this world.
A man of few words
I was a student of Prof.Shewmon during1980-83, and a good friend of Paul from 1984!
I learnt a lot from Paul over the years...to list a few... I learned
1) that one can learn about anythiing, at any age, & from anyone!
2) to list things (numbered, like this!) even in an email message...
3) you can convey a lot with few words..
He called at odd times and came right to the question (as pointed out by J.Hirth)
Later this became emails. I prepared short excerpts from my exchanges with him over the past 3 years, but dont know how to attach it here. If you saw it, you will see that he never stopped learning, asking questions, and often wrote with few words.
His treatise on Diffusion had only 203 pages !
I quote below two of my personal favorites.
after a trip to India in 1980s - "The cars took a reasoned view of the lights"
after hearing of my dad's passing last year - "I watch, I wonder, and I wait"
Tap - Christmas day 2015
Paul the athlete
Paul was a runner in high school. He made it to the State Meet in High School, and once told me (only in answer to my question), that he had run the mile in 4 minutes, 44 seconds. I am sure it was a bit disorienting to him that I, as his first child, ended up with the dubious distinction of having gone through 3 seasons of Little League Baseball and never having hit a fair ball. It turned out only later that they found out I had double vision when I looked to the side, and that I couldn’t figure out which ball to hit. Paul and Dorothy’s response was to try a different sport, and from the age of 8 years, we began to ski as a family. I remember being sent off for the whole day with Joan, to go skiing in the Harz mountains. We would leave from the town square in Göttingen, and with the rest of the kids, we would get packed onto a bus for the trip. We spent all day walking up and skiing down the hills. It was beautiful and fun. And it began a family tradition that continues to this day.
Moving from Pittsburgh to Chicago threatened to be a setback for skiing, as Joan and I pointed out that it was about as flat as a table in Illinois. But he responded by signing us up for a ski trip each year, usually in either Colorado or Utah. He continued this generous habit long enough to also help start the next generation skiing, and both Ruth and Nate are expert skiers as a result.
He certainly also enjoyed hiking, which we did frequently as a family. I think he also spent a fair amount of time around conferences in beautiful places taking his hiking equipment out to sleep under the stars. He and I climbed up Mt Rainier on one of these adventures, a defining moment of my teen-age years.
Paul also enjoyed biking, and I think for much of his career at OSU (?) he biked to and from work. If I have my story straight, his department gave him a bike as a present when he retired. He used it to start signing up for 500 mile, 10 day bike trips, the most notable of which took him up and over the Pyrenees. It was only after he fell from his bike (amazingly not breaking his hip in the process) in the Garage at the house on Postlewaite that he gave up biking. We tried considering getting a tandem bike that would let him ride reclining in front, but he declined. He was already starting to tire too much, and was into his last physical battle, with Parkinson’s disease. His physical strength and endurance was part of what helped him live so long with this disease. It came from a long love affair with physical activity.
More Calls
I think we all got calls that were remarkable one way or another. Rather than the late night ones, I often got early morning calls. For example, around 7AM, Saturday morning he would call, and as Marty Hirth mentioned above, he would start right in without introduction: "how does your finger know how far to grow back after you cut the tip of it off with an axe?" (!!). It was a fundamental question of biology, but it led to some questions about using an axe in the dark, as I later learned from my brother Andy, who witnessed the event. Another time it was to tell me a story about his determination to become immune to poison ivy. He gave himself a good stiff immunizing dose by working with it all day in the garden... after about an hour of walking around the neighborhood in his pajamas at 1AM, he ended up in the Emergency Room to get treated with a round of steroids. As Kaan Erdal pointed out, he was a busy guy, and didn't sleep as much as the rest of us. He was busy the rest of the time experimenting with the world.