In 1963, a second year graduate student in Harvard's Department of Social Relations (studying clinical psychology), my wife and I moved into an apartment at 14 Centre Street, Cambridge. Dr. Mahut at that time lived in the next door apartment building. She had her "McGill" dogs and was part of a most interesting group of dog-owners I've been involved with. We'd meet regularly, though it was never scheduled --- a philosopher from Brown with a beagle, a psychotherapist with a Golden, Dr Mahut and me with my white spitz+terrier. Our "walking" the dogs consisted of standing on the sidewalk as they played with each other and did what needed to be done. The conversations were always interesting -- sometimes about dogs, sometimes about science, sometimes about the death of Kennedy. She was always cordial yet reserved. It was many years before I learned about her contributions to science. I have very good memories of our times on the sidewalk that continued until '67 when I received my degree and moved on. I googled her name after seeing her death listed in the recent issue of the American Psychologist; I am happy to have stumbled onto this remembrance of her.
In 1963, a second year graduate student in Harvard's Department of Social Relations (studying clinical psychology), my wife and I moved into an apartment at 14 Centre Street, Cambridge. Dr. Mahut at that time lived in the next door apartment building. She had her "McGill" dogs and was part of a most interesting group of dog-owners I've been involved with. We'd meet regularly, though it was never scheduled --- a philosopher from Brown with a beagle, a psychotherapist with a Golden, Dr Mahut and me with my white spitz+terrier. Our "walking" the dogs consisted of standing on the sidewalk as they played with each other and did what needed to be done. The conversations were always interesting -- sometimes about dogs, sometimes about science, sometimes about the death of Kennedy. She was always cordial yet reserved. It was many years before I learned about her contributions to science. I have very good memories of our times on the sidewalk that continued until '67 when I received my degree and moved on. I googled her name after seeing her death listed in the recent issue of the American Psychologist; I am happy to have stumbled onto this remembrance of her.