Today, 1879, the birth of a genius……..two tiny feet emerged sans socks into this world and chose to remain that way………
Albert Einstein never wore socks; he refused to wear them.
Genius often holds hands with eccentricities and quirks.
This was Einstein’s…….
I lived in the town next door to Princeton for many years…….
Princeton was Einstein’s sockless stomping ground.
He walked down Nassau Street from Princeton University and left quite a mark in those steps……
Einstein was a very late talker…so much so, that his parents thought him retarded…..
No worries there.
*One evening, at the dinner table, little Albert spoke up and said, “this soup is too hot.”
When asked why he hadn’t spoken earlier, he said…..
Before now, “everything has been in order.”……..
*anecdote, told by Otto Neugebauer, a historian of science
When Einstein was five years old, he became ill and restricted to bed. To amuse his son, Einstein’s father gave him a compass. This little compass set off this scientist’s direction in life……
So fascinated by a needle always pointing north, Einstein made his life purpose seeking to understand what energy forces affect our lives and the Universe.
It is a good thing for us his compass pointed to America on a day in 1933…..the day an immigrant set the above mentioned feet on shore.
Einstein fascinates me, his quotes, the way he had such a grasp on time and dimensions…..
Yes, his sockless feet would be welcome to rest under my dining table as guest anytime……alongside Mr. Lincoln.
I don’t think I could eat a mouthful at that dinner party……..
I will have a bowl of fruit on the table……….
In the words of this genius……..
“A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy?”
Not much, I’d say, Mr. Einstein……