Murry's 6 month reflections--mother of the winner...

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

Comments

[Jesse Lauden]

Hi Grandma :D

I was just reading some articles about Robert online..I was very interested in his achievements. I hope to see you soon!

[Joy Brubaker Keith]

Murry: I just happened to be joining the students and staff at Penncrest where I am now a Teacher's Aide, in an assembly, not knowing that many childhood feelings would result and linger over the last several days. When I saw that we were to honor some Hall of Famer's (I had seen Robin's name several times as I walked down the Hall, 2nd floor) I thought that he looked rather familiar on the stage, and then they announced his name and I got goosebumps. Your son was delightful in his receipt of me and my inquiries of how you all are, and I have just printed the bio, to read later, skimming it seeing Patty's name. I just want to say to you, as I did to him, that I have so many wonderful memories of the time I spent in your home on Mt. Alverno Rd. I was very happy there. I tell my friends, I rode quite a distance on my bike to see the twins and play, I probably came home on their bus too. Thank you so very much for allowing me to "run all over" your home, play with all the puppets, walk on stilts, and remember the finite details of that home. We were very lucky growing up at that time and I see so many things today that, trust me, are shocking to the conservative/Quaker side of me - do you think I'm getting old??
Whoever reads this, please pass on to its intended recipient. Thank you. It would be wonderful to write now and then on email. Joy Brubaker Keith email address: [email protected]