My wedding at the Methodist church on Fulton Street in Wauseon, Ohio, in 1958, was a big event. We were a well-known family in town because my father was a car dealer. Dad valued education, working long hours to send his three daughters to college.
As it turned out, I was the only one to graduate. I spent two years as a chemistry major at DePauw University in Greencastle, Ind., starting in 1953. I realized my only career choice at that point was to become a chemistry teacher. I had always wanted
