I found myself thinking yesterday (with all the Oppenheimer movie hype) about Daddyâs assertion that when he was stationed in Philly during WWII, he worked on The Bomb. He said, after he got sick, that he wondered if his muscle degenerative disease might have been caused by that work....
Now the Navy Yard is one of the trendy spots for corporations. https://navyyard.org/
I found myself thinking yesterday (with all the Oppenheimer movie hype) about Daddyâs assertion that when he was stationed in Philly during WWII, he worked on The Bomb. He said, after he got sick, that he wondered if his muscle degenerative disease might have been caused by that work.
Did a search, and found the following (link to the full article is below the quote):
âUnbeknownst to nearly all who worked there, the Navy Yard was home to experiments instrumental to the construction of the atomic bomb. In 1944, a wooden building storing uranium for the Manhattan Project exploded, killing two and burning nine. At the time, few noticedâindustrial mishaps were common at the yard, given the frenetic pace of construction and thousands of hastily trained workmen. The Naval Boiler and Turbine Laboratory at the yard was used to separate U-235 isotopes from uranium ore to produce nuclear fuel. âLittle Boy,â dropped by the Enola Gay on Hiroshima on August 6, 1945, most likely used fissile material produced in Philadelphia.
âThe deadly accident, plus the Navy Yardâs proximity to Philadelphiaâs large population, meant the base would never become a nuclear naval facility. Still, a small atomic plant at the Navy Yard operated until September 1945, and some of the research conducted at the Yard guided the construction of the U.S. Navyâs first atomic-powered submarine. These activities, plus rocket technology experiments and degaussing operations (demagnetizing ship hulls to protect against magnetic mines), may have inspired the urban myth of the U.S. Navyâs efforts to render a ship invisible, known as the Philadelphia Experiment.â
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Jan 22, 2023 - 9:14am
Antigone wrote:
Forty-nine years ago today my father made sure my mother and I didnât see the local newspaper. Yesterday, I did a search through the university library online and saw the photo that Daddy shielded us from. I canât believe they published it. An absolutely dreadful photo of the car accident that my brother and his friend died in. I'm okay with having seen it, but I do fervently hope that my mother never did. Last evening I sat in front of the fire with my neighbor/friends, drinking and talking, and toasted my brother.
Forty-nine years ago today my father made sure my mother and I didnât see the local newspaper. Yesterday, I did a search through the university library online and saw the photo that Daddy shielded us from. I canât believe they published it. An absolutely dreadful photo of the car accident that my brother and his friend died in. I'm okay with having seen it, but I do fervently hope that my mother never did. Last evening I sat in front of the fire with my neighbor/friends, drinking and talking, and toasted my brother.
Forty-nine years ago today my father made sure my mother and I didn’t see the local newspaper. Yesterday, I did a search through the university library online and saw the photo that Daddy shielded us from. I can’t believe they published it. An absolutely dreadful photo of the car accident that my brother and his friend died in. I'm okay with having seen it, but I do fervently hope that my mother never did. Last evening I sat in front of the fire with my neighbor/friends, drinking and talking, and toasted my brother.
Forty-nine years ago today my father made sure my mother and I didnât see the local newspaper. Yesterday, I did a search through the university library online and saw the photo that Daddy shielded us from. I canât believe they published it. An absolutely dreadful photo of the car accident that my brother and his friend died in. I'm okay with having seen it, but I do fervently hope that my mother never did. Last evening I sat in front of the fire with my neighbor/friends, drinking and talking, and toasted my brother.
