A word or two about my father

My father was a programmer in the 1970’s until he became disabled in the 1990’s. I have early memories of being shown how the floor in the data center at his job could be pulled up to reveal a mass of cables. The paper I drew on as a child was greenbar.


I remember him trying to explain (actually somewhat successfully) base 10 and base 8 number systems to me, I think that was after he left.

I played Adventure on the mainframe at Cherry Point Marine Base in eastern NC while he worked weekends during my visits.



Both of my stepmothers were fellow programmers he met at work.

He wasn’t the greatest dad. But the fact that programming is totally normal to me and women programming is totally normal to me started with him.