The C. Anderson Aldrich Award, when given to a man so late in life for what he has contributed so much earlier, unavoidably awakes reminiscences. Let me, therefore, first devote a few words to the most important pediatrician in my life. He looked after my health when I was 3 years old and then entered my life more decisively by marrying my widowed mother. We moved into his house. In those days, of course, a pediatrician's office was attached to his home, and for years when I came home from school in the afternoon, I had to make my way through groups of worried mothers and sick children who sat in the entrance hall as well as in the waiting room. I did not become a pediatrician proper, so to speak, but I eventually was trained in child analysis. Beyond this, in all my thinking, the world for me has always been full of mothers and children which seemed to appeal for responsible help in saving not only lives, but also the vitality and integrity of living. If your award attests to the fact that we share this responsibility, it is also, in my case, a tribute to the power of early professional imprinting. Now it so happens that to my surprise and joy the second most important pediatrician in my life is right here today and is, in fact, last year's recipient of the Aldrich Award. Our acquaintance goes way back, to what now seem prehistoric days. But I felt closest to Ben Spock during some years in Pittsburgh when he permitted me, a regular visitor to the staff, to share on occasion his well baby clinic at the Arsenal Health Center.
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