not always to bandolere. but the trouble was, my mother would take a "new york times" along to use as fire fuel starter. we would pick up -- my sister and i would be sent to find small sticks and things. the trouble was, my father -- although we had already read "the new york times" before she burned it, he would have to re-read it which infuriated my mother. we would have hot dogs or hamburgers or something like that. and the strange thing was that the two things that were his bibles, the inside clencycloped "the new york times," after the drop on hiroshima, "the new york times" published his picture. only they got -- they asked the navy for a picture. and it was the wrong william s. parsons. my mother found that highly amusing. >> did he? how did he find that? >> i don't really remember. i knew -- in those days, mothers had the responsibility of raising children. and with hard working fathers, that was a natural. i dare say there were a fair number of working women at los alamos. but most i knew were housew