Today you will read The Making of a Scientist an essay by Richard Feynman. Dr. Feynman was a famous American physicist a scientist who studies matter and energy. Although the passage explains some of the science lessons Feynman’s father taught him it could be argued that the life lessons Feynman learned are more valuable.
Write an essay explaining the life lessons Feynman learned from his father. In your explanation be sure to explain how Feynman’s father taught him these lessons. Use examples and details from the text to support your answer.
Due April 16 2017 (By Midnight)
The Making of a Scientist by Richard Feynman
Raised in an era when expectations for boys were different than those of girls Dr. Feynman explains his original interest in science.
Before I was born my father told my mother If it’s a boy he’s going to be a scientist. When I was just a little kid very small in a highchair my father brought home a lot of little bathroom tiles of different colors. We played with them my father setting them up vertically on my highchair like dominoes and I would push one end so they would all go down.
Then after a while I’d help set them up. Pretty soon we’re setting them up in a more complicated way: two white tiles and a blue tile two white tiles and a blue tile and so on. When my mother saw that she said Leave the poor child alone. If he wants to put a blue tile let him put a blue tile.
But my father said No I want to show him what patterns are like and how interesting they are. It’s a kind of elementary mathematics. So he started very early to tell me about the world and how interesting it is.
We had the Encyclopaedia Britannica at home. When I was a small boy he used to sit me on his lap and read to me from the Britannica. We would be reading say about dinosaurs. It would be talking about the Tyrannosaurus rex and it would say something like This dinosaur is twenty-five feet high and its head is six feet across.
My father would stop reading and say Now let’s see what that means. That would mean that if he stood in our front yard he would be tall enough to put his head through our window up here. (We were on the second floor.) But his head would be too wide to fit in the window. Everything he read to me he would translate as best he could into some reality.
It was very exciting and very very interesting to think there were animals of such magnitudeand that they all died out and that nobody knew why. I wasn’t frightened that there would be one coming in my window as a consequence of this. But I learned from my father to translate: everything I read I try to figure out what it really means what it’s really saying.
We used to go to the Catskill Mountains a place where people from New York City would go in the summer. The fathers would all return to New York to work during the week and come back only for the weekend. On weekends my father would take me for walks in the woods and he’d tell me about interesting things that were going on in the woods. When the other mothers saw this they thought it was wonderful and that the other fathers should take their sons for walks. They tried to work on them but they didn’t get anywhere at first. They wanted my father to take all the kids but he didn’t want to because he had a special relationship with me. So it ended up that the other fathers had to take their children for walks the next weekend.
The next Monday when the fathers were all back at work we kids were playing in a field. One kid says to me See that bird? What kind of bird is that?
I said I haven’t the slightest idea what kind of a bird it is.
He says It’s a brown-throated thrush. Your father doesn’t teach you anything!
But it was the opposite. He had already taught me: See that bird? he says. It’s a Spencer’s warbler. (I knew he didn’t know the real name.) Well in Italian it’s a Chutto Lapittida. In Portuguese it’s a Bom da Peida. In Chinese it’s a Chung-long-tah and in Japanese it’s a Katano Tekeda. You can know the name of the bird in all the languages of the world but when you’re finished you’ll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird. You’ll only know about humans in different places and what they call the bird. So let’s look at the bird and see what it’s doingthat’s what counts. (I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.)
He said For example look: the bird pecks at its feathers all the time. See it walking around pecking at its feathers?
He says Why do you think birds peck at their feathers?
I said Well maybe they mess up their feathers when they fly so they’re pecking them in order to straighten them out.
All right he says. If that were the case then they would peck a lot just after they’ve been flying. Then after they’ve been on the ground a while they wouldn’t peck so much anymoreyou know what I mean?
He says Let’s look and see if they peck more just after they land.
It wasn’t hard to tell: there was not much difference between the birds that had been walking around a bit and those that had just landed. So I said I give up. Why does a bird peck at its feathers?
Because there are lice bothering it he says. The lice eat flakes of protein that come off its feathers.
He continued Each louse has some waxy stuff on its legs and little mites eat that. The mites don’t digest it perfectly so they emit from their rear ends a sugarlike material in which bacteria grow.
Finally he says So you see everywhere there’s a source of food there’s some form of life that finds it.
Now I knew that it may not have been exactly a louse that it might not be exactly true that the louse’s legs have mites. That story was probably incorrect in detail but what he was telling me was right in principle.
Not having experience with many fathers I didn’t realize how remarkable he was. How did he learn the deep principles of science and the love of it what’s behind it and why it’s worth doing? I never really asked him because I just assumed that those were things that fathers knew.
My father taught me to notice things. One day I was playing with an express wagon a little wagon with a railing around it. It had a ball in it and when I pulled the wagon I noticed something about the way the ball moved.
I went to my father and said Say Pop I noticed something. When I pull the wagon the ball rolls to the back of the wagon. And when I’m pulling it along and I suddenly stop the ball rolls to the front of the wagon. Why is that?
That nobody knows he said. The general principle is that things which are moving tend to keep on moving and things which are standing still tend to stand still unless you push them hard. This tendency is called ‘inertia’ but nobody knows why it’s true. Now that’s a deep understanding. He didn’t just give me the name.
He went on to say If you look from the side you’ll see that it’s the back of the wagon that you’re pulling against the ball and the ball stands still. As a matter of fact from the friction it starts to move forward a little bit in relation to the ground. It doesn’t move back.
I ran back to the little wagon and set the ball up again and pulled the wagon. Looking sideways I saw that indeed he was right. Relative to the sidewalk it moved forward a little bit.
That’s the way I was educated by my father with those kinds of examples and discussions: no pressurejust lovely interesting discussions. It has motivated me for the rest of my life and makes me interested in all the sciences. (It just happens I do physics better.)
I’ve been caught so to speaklike someone who was given something wonderful when he was a child and he’s always looking for it again. I’m always looking like a child for the wonders I know I’m going to findmaybe not every time but every once in a while.
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