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Einstein’s Son’s Dog: A Retrospection
Though much has been written about the important personages of
science, such as Albert Einstein, and their major influence on the
history of science, there have also been mini-histories which, except
for rare occasions, remain unknown, and thereby lost. These
little histories revolve around the personal lives of those scientists,
their friends and associates, and even their pets. These private
histories can also be very significant and may have provided, if made
known, complementary meanings to the major histories which these
scientists shaped. The events pertaining to my own family illustrate
this in a unique manner.
My father, Paul, a
geophysicist and engineer, was encouraged by his mentor and Ph.D.
adviser, Professor Beno Guttenberg, a distinguished geophysicist at the
California Institute of Technology, to meet with Albert Einstein. Along
with his doctoral work, my father was investigating the significance of
the universal dimensional constants of physics and had several
discussions with Professor Guttenberg about this matter. Professor
Guttenberg, who was a good friend of Einstein’s, told my father he
should find out what were Einstein’s views on this important subject.
“Talk to Einstein”, Professor Guttenberg said. Through a letter from
Professor Guttenberg to Albert Einstein, a meeting between my father
and Dr. Einstein was arranged in Einstein’s home in Princeton, New
Jersey.
As my father related to me, the
meeting was carried out with mutual enthusiasm, my father sitting on a
couch next to Einstein and repeatedly slapping Einstein on his leg
while excitedly emphasizing various points. My father never described
to me the main features of what he and Einstein had discussed, only to
say that he had found Professor Einstein “very sharp” in responding to
my dad’s questions, with insights and thought provoking questions of
his own.
After the discussion concluded, they
parted, while Einstein’s dog, a little terrier, trotted beside the two
men, with my father promising to have his mother, who was an excellent
cook, send Professor Einstein one of her famous apple-strudels. Later,
I wondered if this little dog was present while Dr. Einstein and my
father had their enthusiastic conversation, a possible witness to what
might have been a historical conversation, if made explicit in history.
This meeting occurred in the early 1950s. What influence it may have
had on Einstein’s thinking is unknown. As they parted, I know Einstein
told my father “to keep your courage” in the pursuit of the subject
discussed. And I know that my father did in fact pursue that subject of
the universal physical constants with his students and later with me as
his collaborator, with a significant influence on my own scientific
path and on the contributions I later made.
In 1959, my father joined the College of Engineering at the
University of California, Berkeley. Though by fate or by some strange
synchronicity of events, my father and Hans Albert Einstein, Albert
Einstein’s son, were both professors in the physical sciences at this
university. Through mutual interests, they became friends and
socialized at each other’s home. On various occasions, Hans Albert
would bring his little dog, a beagle, to my father’s home. The dog,
which my sister Vicky referred to as “Low Rider,” would sit or lie near
the two scientists while they engaged in deep discussions.
One can only wonder what profound thoughts were uttered in this
dog’s presence and which are forever lost---As far as I know, my dad
never took notes of these discussions. Though, one can also wonder if
the dog took some of this into its canine “mind,” a de facto canine
witness of sorts to thoughts that might have thrown new light on a
unified field theory, for example, and the bearing of the universal
physical constants on such.
Many times
Professor Einstein would leave his dog in the care of our family while
he and his wife went on vacations. But, no one in the family ever tried
to “debrief” that nice little doggy of whatever knowledge it might have
taken in. It would never have occurred to family members that Hans’ dog
might have been a witness to or a possible receptacle of new insights
into the physical constants and into physics and cosmology in general.
My dad told me he never mentioned to Hans that he had met Hans’
father. As my father related, he sensed it would not have been
appropriate, perhaps recalling Hans’ earlier, difficult relationship
with his own father. For some reason, my father never elaborated on his
friendship with Hans nor on the matters they had discussed. I always
sensed a restraint on his part in this, a type of privacy, and I never
pressed. I now wish I had, as important, historical information,
relevant to scientific development, might have been garnered. As
it was, an Einstein family dog would have been the only witness to lost
conversation of possible historical
import.
In the development of my own scientific
history, these conversations between these two men might have had
significant, though indirect, influence on some subtle level, as my
dad’s conversation with Hans’ father appears to have had on my dad’s
own scientific and philosophical development through the years.
However, had I been made directly aware of the content of my father’s
discussions with Hans, who knows if my own contributions to science
would have taken on added significance and might even have reshaped
scientific thought.
Had it been possible, several conversations with
Hans’ dog might have allowed for all of that. Maybe, this nice canine
might have graciously revealed that constancy in nature, as revealed
through the universal constants, is a deep fact of nature, and that
this deep fact would make the theories underlying quantum mechanics
more complete, giving new directions to biological research as a
consequence.
All the principals in this
little history are gone now, my father, Albert Einstein, and his
terrier, Hans Albert and his little dog, and with all of them, lost
knowledge. I wonder how much critical, beneficial, life-changing
information and related, significant mini-histories have been lost to
us through the centuries, leaving our heritage incomplete and
distorted, a beneficial transformation, denied. If only our dogs could
have spoken.
Michael M. Lieber
September 29, 2008