My most vivid memory of Gerda is walking, with her and my wife Joan, on a street in downtown Los Angeles. (I don't recall the year, but it must have been during an AHA or OAH meeting.) As we passed by a large office building, Gerda told us she had worked there, many years before, as an X-ray technician.

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