To write about my father without mentioning my mother, the faithful pillar of our home, would be unthinkable.

It is very fortunate for my father that she has always respected and, indeed shown such a lively interest in his work. For without her wise and dispassionate supervision, my father's many and various undertakings could not have been carried out so smoothly and easily. Not least could his students testify to that. Had she not struggled with the day's schedule, many would still have been tramping the hall floor waiting for a lesson!
Was it not to my father's advantage that she did not find it an imposition to move as often as they did? By 1956, they had moved no less than nine times. It is fortunate that this does not deal with what my mother has meant to me, that would require a whole book!
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