{"id":20742,"date":"2022-03-29T22:24:08","date_gmt":"2022-03-30T02:24:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=20742"},"modified":"2022-03-29T22:25:17","modified_gmt":"2022-03-30T02:25:17","slug":"dr-norman-paterson-science-in-action","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=20742","title":{"rendered":"DR. NORMAN PATERSON — SCIENCE IN ACTION"},"content":{"rendered":"
EPISODE  560    DR. NORMAN PATERSON == SCIENCE IN ACTION<\/font><\/p>\n

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NORMAN PATERSON CONFIRMS MY EPISODES \u201cWORST JOB IN MY LIFE\u201d”<\/div>\n

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Groundhog River…’That was my first summer with Huntings. I had spent 1956 and 1957 doing much the same thing with Dominion Gulf. Floyd Faulkner came with me. I have some similar photos  I agree that the Groundhog River is the arsehole of Northern Ontario. I look forward to your new series of episodes.’<\/div>\n

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With Rinso and scrub board Dr. Norman Paterson washes his clothes\u2026bush 1956<\/font><\/div>\n
Norman had a Ph.D in Physics..but still had to wash his own clothes.<\/font><\/div>\n

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Have you ever been trusted?  Trust is something to value and never betray.  When Dr.<\/font><\/div>\n
Paterson sent me into the bush in that summer of 1958 he trusted me even though he <\/font><\/div>\n
hardly knew me.  I doubt he even new my name on that first job but he trusted me even<\/font><\/div>\n
though my place in the scientific pyramid of geophysics as at the bottom.  I would be the<\/font><\/div>\n
\u2018hewer of wood\u2019 …the man with the blazing axe trying by compass and will power to locate<\/font><\/div>\n
the mysterious anomalies picked up by a magnetometer dangled from an airplane flying back<\/font> and<\/span><\/div>\n
forth in a grid over the trackless forest below.  <\/font><\/div>\n

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\u201cNow Alan, this job is secret.  We have been hired<\/font><\/div>\n
by McIntyre Mining Company to pin point strange magnetometric readings in an absolute wilderness.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n
\u201cFloyd Faulkner will be your crew chief.\u201d<\/font><\/div>\n

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Who could resist that?  Secrecy. Strange discoveries, wilderness, New friends… Trust.<\/font><\/div>\n

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I had some mining experience having spent the summer of 1957 working with a portable magnetometer<\/font><\/div>\n
in the bush north of Chibougamau, Quebec.   Two of the men on that job startled me<\/font><\/div>\n
They made up the readings.  \u201cThere is nothing here so let\u2019s avoid the torment of the flies<\/font><\/div>\n
and just make up the readings for every second line.\u201d   That cheating bothered me although<\/font><\/div>\n
I kept my mouth shut.  I never told Dr. Paterson about it.  I wanted to be trusted.<\/font><\/div>\n
No matter what.  Come hell or high water,  I would try to find these anomalies and<\/font><\/div>\n
record the data  we got from Ronka horizontal loop E.M. unit or the magnetometer.<\/font><\/div>\n
Maybe we would find a mine.  But I would never know that.  I was at the bottom of<\/font><\/div>\n
the geophysics pyramid in 1958.   Dr. Paterson was at the top.<\/font><\/div>\n

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WHO IS DR. NORMAN PATERSON?<\/font><\/div>\n

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Who is Dr. Norman Paterson.  His name has cropped up often in my diaries.  When we first met<\/font><\/div>\n
I was hired as a person willing to \u2019slog through the bush\u2019 in search of anomalies (unknowns) picked<\/font><\/div>\n
up by airborne geophysical instruments.   As a slogger I  was useful but not as a geophysicist whose understanding of  global<\/font><\/div>\n
mineralization was really necessary.   Interpreting my results was never my job.  My job was<\/font><\/div>\n
simple.  To record data in the field.  Data?  Background Blips!  And occasionally \u2018anomalous\u2019 blips.<\/font><\/div>\n

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EBRUARY 21, 2019<\/span><\/div>\n
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Mining Geophysics:
<\/strong>A Canadian Story The people and events that made Canada a global leader in mining exploration in the 20th Century<\/font><\/h2>\n
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Written by Norman Reed Paterson<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

This is a story that had to be told. It is the story of how a handful of Canadians, awakened by the potential of a new technology, inspired to apply it to their country\u2019s resources, encouraged by a sympathetic and proactive government, and funded by investors who were willing to take risks, made Canada the foremost nation in the world in the exploration for mineral resources.<\/font><\/p>\n

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 \u201cThis book introduces readers to most of the key participants in the exciting 1945\u20131975 period of initial growth in mining geophysics in Canada. Now all but a few of these \u201cheroes\u201d have passed on. Thus, we are exceedingly lucky that Norman Paterson\u2014a central participant in the growth era and a person skilled at putting pen to paper\u2014is willing to record his memories of them.\u201d<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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IP crew, Bill Gilbey, David Murphy, Alan Skeoch, Roger Nichols, John Lloyd, Marathon, 1960<\/font><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n

The building of a Canadian mining community<\/strong>
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It is the story of cooperation between academics and industry. A story of initiative and persistence in the face of unusual challenges. A story of entrepreneurship, sound technical expertise, and an innovative and creative spirit. <\/font><\/p>\n

What is not generally known is that these pioneers created a professional community that has been responsible directly or indirectly for almost half the post-1950 mineral discoveries on the planet, trillions of dollars of distributed wealth, and a Canadian reputation throughout the world for honest, reliable, and leading-edge mining exploration.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\u201cStories could go on forever and when geophysicists get together, conversation is always lively. Often I hear things about events that I have forgotten or would rather not know about. But that is mining geophysics. If I have conveyed the spirit and excitement that prevailed in the first 75 years of the 20th Century, then this book has done the job for which it was intended.\u201d<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

\u2013 Norm Paterson, pg 142<\/font><\/cite><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Over the years, Canada has deliberately or by chance squandered its lead in several areas of technology. Of course, the Avro Arrow comes to mind. Medical advancements, such as our work in the development of life-saving vaccines and in neuroscience research, were once the envy of the world. Lack of government support has been blamed for the exodus of our best research scientists to south of the border.
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Certainly, our abundance of minerals is one reason that Canada shrugged off its unfortunate history and became and remained the world leader in mining exploration technology. As this book points out, we also owe some of our success to government support and\u2014in some cases\u2014leadership.  However, behind all this were some key players (including a few whose origins were other countries) who, through determination and willingness to take risks, showed the world how to find (and make) mines.
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This book tells the story of those players and what they achieved.<\/font><\/p>\n

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An excerpt from Mining Geophysics:<\/strong> A Canadian Story
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\u201c1975 marked the end of an era of experimentation, both in the laboratory and the field. Every day we were driven to try something new, not knowing whether what we were trying out would work or not. More often than not, it was the geophysicist who designed the instrument, not an electronics engineer. The geophysicist carried out the interpretation, often with little or no geological education. When computers appeared on the scene in the mid-1960s, it was the geophysicist who designed the algorithms and wrote the code. By and large, geophysicists spawned new companies, raised capital, and managed business affairs. <\/em>
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After 1975, most of that changed. Specialization took over from the one-man band. Though most geophysicists had some training in electronics and still formulated the input and output requirements, engineers\u2014often without any geophysical education\u2014designed the increasingly complex microcircuits. Computer scientists took over most of the data enhancement and processing requirements. Geologists, usually with a background in Geophysics 101, started making \u201cpseudo-geologic maps\u201d from magnetic or resistivity images. Wisely (in most cases), business graduates assumed the role of CEO and ran the day-to-day affairs, though raising capital still relied heavily on the geophysicist who had the vision and anticipated the future business path.  Foot-slogging in dense bush became less necessary as anomalies could be pinpointed by GPS and sometimes drilled without ground follow-up, and ground surveys were replaced by helicopters and more recently, drones. Portable instruments of all types became so automatic and easy to use, geologists and prospectors took over some of the ground truthing and reconnaissance work that was formerly the task of geophysicists. <\/em>
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Although mining exploration expenditures in Canada have levelled off to about double those in 1975, there are more than five times the number of mining geophysicists as there were in the 1960s and 1970s. KEGS membership ballooned from about 50 in 1960 to more than 900 in 2018. Close examination reveals that many of these are computer specialists who, if asked to sketch the magnetic response of a dipping tabular body at different latitudes on a black-board, would not know where to start. <\/em>
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Pre-order now for April 2019. Available in both hardcover and e-book format.
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When the modern age for exploration geophysics began more than four decades ago, Norman Paterson was one of its leaders. Today, he is known worldwide for his innovations in geophysical technology and skilled practice of geophysical techniques and interpretation.  <\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

Paterson has been praised the world over for the sound balance he achieved between the practical, applied science of geophysics and his professionalism and integrity. No matter where in the world his assignments took him, he always served as an excellent ambassador for the Canadian mining industry.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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DORRIS HEFFRON GIVE HER POWERFUL IMPRESSION OF NORMAN PATERSON<\/b><\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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(YOU WILL BE MOVED BY HER INSIGHTS.  I WAS.)<\/font><\/p>\n

At coffee time after the service in our local church, a tall, well-groomed man in a classic tweed jacket approached me. \u201cNorm Paterson,\u201d he introduced himself. \u201cI understand you\u2019re an author. I\u2019m working on my memoirs. I wonder if you have time to look at them. Offer any advice?\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n

I explained that I was currently Chair of The Writers\u2019 Union of Canada (TWUC) and quite hard pressed for time but I encouraged him to carry on, complete a first draft and if he had any questions along the way, I gave him my card to contact me. I didn\u2019t hear from him again until over a year had passed and I had completed my term as Chair of TWUC. Having my first novel published way back in 1971 when I was only 27, over the years many people have approached me with expressions of wanting to be a writer. I do believe there\u2019s a book within everyone. Getting it out is the hard part. It\u2019s rarely done. Few people have what it takes.<\/font><\/p>\n

But I do like to encourage and help older people to write their memoirs. The trick is not to leave it too late. Normally it should be done in your early 70s, before memory problems usually set in. I figured this Norm guy was in his 70s. I felt guilty that I hadn\u2019t sufficiently encouraged or helped him. So, when I saw him, over a year later, in the church basement, I approached him and asked him how he was doing with his memoirs. He laughed in his ready, delighted manner and said, \u201cOh they\u2019re finished and printed up. You can read them\u2026 if you\u2019d like to.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n

I read them with quiet amazement. They told of a high achiever\u2019s life, a family man inducted into a Hall of Fame. Norman was a geophysicist which, I gleaned from his memoirs, was a kind of brainy miner who developed instruments to discover mines, instead of having to dig pits to discover mineral rocks.<\/font><\/p>\n

While doing his undergraduate degree in engineering physics at the University of Toronto, at the end of the Second World War, Norman met Sally in physics class and they married after graduating. A woman doing physics in the 1940s, I mused, is a good match for a geophysicist. And it certainly was. I read on about a long good marriage, Sally raising their four children while Norman got his PhD then worked with geophysicists discovering mines across Canada and internationally. Eventually Sally could join him on his more comfortable international expeditions. India, Brazil, Thailand, Botswana, to name a few.<\/font><\/p>\n

Meanwhile, Norman had formed one and then another company based in Toronto but operating internationally, using and inventing new instruments to map and explore the world\u2019s natural resources. Between 1960 and 1975, the new mine discovery rate expanded from one mine per year to more than a dozen.<\/span><\/p>\n

For his inventions and explorations, Norman Paterson was made a Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada. He was also an adjunct professor in geophysics at Queen\u2019s University. He retired from full time work in 1992 but continued consulting work including trips to Venezuela and Mexico. In 1999 he was inducted into the Canadian Mining Hall of Fame.<\/font><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I calculated he would have been 73 then. The right age to do his memoirs. But he was too busy working, including volunteer work. One of his projects was working with a Grey County environmental group in regulating the extraction of water for bottling and exporting. He did an in-depth study of global warming, adding to his long experience in writing scientific papers. I read a couple of them and found the writing clear, concise and pretty much jargon free. It was not so surprising then that his memoirs flowed with a casual pleasant prose.<\/font><\/p>\n

In retirement Norman and Sally had moved to a scenic farm property in Beaver Valley where their pastimes of tennis, swimming, hiking, skiing could be more easily pursued. Add to that Sally\u2019s love of creating beautiful gardens and landscapes and Norm\u2019s love of painting them. But, as Sally later explained to me, \u201cNorm can\u2019t stop working. He\u2019s always writing things up. He needs a project.\u201d Maintaining the farm property was getting in the way of that. They sold it and moved into a house in nearby Thornbury. One of their sons runs a resort in Costa Rica, a perfect place to spend the snow shovelling months. So, in their 80s they built a winter retreat near their son in Costa Rica.<\/font><\/p>\n

I did more math and calculated that Norm, born in 1926, had approached me about doing his memoirs when he was 87. Not 77! I sincerely congratulated him on actually doing his memoirs, not just talking about doing them, and doing them extraordinarily well. The material was well organized. It had perfect grammar and punctuation, good humour, intelligence and wisdom without a hint of moralizing throughout the narration of his life story. \u201cThis is a treasure to leave for your family,\u201d I said with finality. \u201cI wish more people could do this.\u201d \u201cNow I\u2019d like to write a novel,\u201d he said.<\/font><\/p>\n

Oh no! I groaned inwardly. How many people have said that! And they say it to authors who have spent their lifetime flailing around in the mugs\u2019 game of writing. Struggling to make time to write, to earn a living in order to write, trying to make each book its own perfect book, trying to feel again the privilege of being a writer when disappointment strikes.<\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cReally?!\u201d I said, thinking of what Margaret Laurence, the matriarch of Canadian literature had replied when yet another person said to her, \u201cWhen I retire I\u2019m going to write novels.\u201d \u201cWhen I retire,\u201d Margaret responded. \u201cI\u2019m going to be a brain surgeon.\u201d But I said none of those things to this retired 88-year-old geophysicist. He seemed to me to have the delighted anticipation of my 8-year-old grandson. I said, \u201cLet\u2019s have a conversation about what kind of novel you want to write.\u201d \u201cNothing very great,\u201d said Norm. \u201cA little mystery.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n

We had further conversation. Then Norm and Sally went to Costa Rica for the winter. Four months later Norm returned with a full first draft of his novel, Finding Mildred. I don\u2019t personally choose to read mysteries. I always fail to care who dunnit. But I appreciate believable characters, a strong story line, good dialogue, vivid setting, realism and a story that deals with something of importance. Finding Mildred has all of those qualities. And I love that it is set in our area. So few Canadian writers now set their stories in Canada.<\/font><\/p>\n

Norm\u2019s novel is a light but intelligent \u2018read\u2019. It touches lightly but importantly on the subject of drugging in retirement homes. You can see the orchards, walking paths, pleasant homes and life style of our community on southern Georgian Bay. Even I got caught up in the chase for the villain at the end. There was only minor editing to do. Well within a year, Norm had written and self-published this short novel. He did the charming painting for the front cover.<\/font><\/p>\n

He had a well-attended launch at The Blue Mountains Public Library and continues to have the book sold at Jessica\u2019s Book Nook in Thornbury.<\/font><\/p>\n

The following year he did it all again with another short mystery titled The Case of Mary-Rose. This one is set on a cruise ship and gives us some interesting info on the Panama Canal. Mary- Rose\u2019s case involves a light, tastefully written incidence of what I would call off stage date rape. Norman Paterson is too classy to use such expressions. I see Mary-Rose as a bit of a vixen and suggested she have a more modern, telling name. I was pushing for Pirette. Norman retained Mary-Rose. I learned Norman Paterson has always stood his ground.<\/font><\/p>\n

By now I was bragging about my friend and colleague, Norm who published his second novel at age 91, just a year after his first. Norman the Phenomenon, I was calling him. I whose previous novel, City Wolves had turned into a ten-year project with all the research involved. And it was taking me nearly as long to make progress on my current novel. Norm had the sensitivity and wisdom not to remind me of that.<\/font><\/p>\n

Then the ground began to be taken out from under him. Sally, his true mate of nearly 70 years began to feel very ill. For years she had been nudging him to do the most important book he could do, a history of mining geophysics in its hay days, the 1950s to 1970s. Norman had evaded it. I know the feeling!<\/font><\/p>\n

Sally was found to have inoperable cancer. Norman tended her faithfully. After she died bravely and peacefully surrounded by Norman and family, Norman did something I\u2019ve never seen a husband be able to do adequately. He wrote a Lives Lived about Sally for the Globe and Mail that did full justice to her fine character and outstanding achievements. He accepted the slight editorial help that was needed.<\/font><\/p>\n

And then, before he could let himself sink into the dark hole of grief, he pulled himself up to write the most important book of his life, as requested by Sally. A book on the history of geophysicists in the 20th century.<\/font><\/p>\n

He did it within the space of a year. It was eagerly accepted, edited and published by the most prestigious science publisher, CIM, The Canadian Institute of Mining, Metallurgy and Petroleum.<\/font><\/p>\n

Mining Geophysics: A Canadian Story. The people and events that made Canada a global leader in mining exploration in the 20th Century, by Norman Reed Paterson was published in March 2019, when Norm had just turned 93. With insight, gentle humour and clarity, it tells of the great people, the learned guys who got their feet dirty, using their inventions to explore and map mines across Canada and internationally.<\/font><\/p>\n

Entertaining and educational, it can be ordered at bookstores and on-line. It belongs in every library, including yours and mine. I will be giving it to my grandkids when they are considering career paths.<\/font><\/p>\n

Norman Paterson doesn\u2019t endorse my calling him Norman the Phenomenon. \u201cI\u2019m just Norm who enjoys a good conversation,\u201d he tells me. His next project is in support of developing geothermal sources of clean energy. |E|<\/font><\/div>\n

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In all those years I worked with (and for) Dr. Paterson I tried to keep the real me hidden.<\/font><\/div>\n
I was really an historian<\/span><\/font>\u2026<\/span><\/font>a teacher.  Not a <\/span><\/font>lofty<\/span> geophysicist.  Not an engineer.   Even though I spent<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/div>\n
ten summers of my life doing the work of engineers.  I was <\/span><\/font>startled<\/span> to discover that Norman Paterson<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/div>\n
had a hidden life <\/span><\/font>beyond<\/span> the blips of anomalies.  He wanted to be an author.  And he became one when<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/div>\n
he turned 87.<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/div>\n

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Norm asked me to speak to his friends in Thornbury a few years ago.  <\/span><\/font>\u201c<\/span>Dr. Paterson we <\/span><\/font>have<\/span> several<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/div>\n
things in common.  On one job you mentioned <\/span><\/font>that<\/span> in your early days doing field work you took<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/div>\n
your wife along with you into the semi-wilderness.  Well, Norm, I took Marjorie with me on the last<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/div>\n
two summers working for you.  Perhaps you did not know <\/span><\/font>this  On the final job, in Merrit, British Columbia<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
\u2026a seismic job to determine if the open pit was stable.  Big job.  Marjorie joined us on that<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
job,  The Mine geologist and the mine manager assumed Marjorie was a hooker I had met<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
in Vancouver.  No matter how many times I said she was my wife, they snickered.  \u201cSo, Marjorie,<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
you may as well accept that.\u201d<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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When you thanked me for that speech, I remember you saying \u201cAlan was always a bit precocious.\u201d<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Which could be true.  But one thing was certain.  Trust!  I could be trusted to do the job no matter<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
where in  the world I was sent.  Alaska, Yukon, Ireland, Niagara Falls, Timagami, Marathon,<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Paradise Lodge, Pokiok Falls, Merritt.     Thanks Norm.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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