The delightful experience of being the "mater" of a Nobel Prize winner is an often recurring one. When I happen to see someone I haven't encountered for awhile, or if I've just met an interesting stranger, I can't resist mentioning what honor has recently been awarded to my son. This is especially important to me because our last names are different, and no one, where my second husband, Ernest Lauser, and I are now living, would expect any such relationship. Rob's father, Robert Engle Jr., died 21 years ago. He was a brilliant man and very close and helpful to Rob during his growing years. He would have been so very proud of him now.
So when my tale is told, I invariably receive - "I've never known a Nobel Prize Winner, but now I can say that I know the mother of one. Congratulations! You must be very proud of him." This always gives me
a little thrill because, of course, I am extremely proud of him. How long I'll be able to tell my tale, in good
taste, I don't know. But it's been great fun, and the recollection of the magnificent ceremony and all that the award entails, both for Rob and for the general public, gives me deep joy.
Murry Engle Lauser