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Frederic Middlebrook Richards (born August 19, 1925, died January 11, 2009) was Sterling Professor Emeritus of Molecular Biophysics and Biochemistry at Yale University
He leaves a wife, Sarah W. Richards, and three children, Sarah O. Richards, Ruth G. Richards, and George H. Richards. He leaves 4 grandchildren, Benjamin H. Lillie, George H. Richards III, William S. Richards, and Kate E. Richards. He leaves his children's partners Rick Blank, Lee Blackwell, and Sally B. Richards.
His main loves were his scientific work which he finished at Yale University, sailing, working in his shop, and helping in the community.
See his Wikipedia entry at Frederic M. Richards and add information if you can to update it and correct anything that is in error.
See his page at Yale's Department of Molecular Biophysics and Biochemistry
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Posted for Lisa Steiner:
ReplyDeleteIn the summer of 1956, after my first year at Yale Medical School, it was my good fortune to land a job in Fred's lab. My college friend, Maxine Singer, then a grad student in the biochemistry dept, suggested I apply since she knew that Fred, who had arrived at Yale relatively recently, had funds for a technician but had not yet hired one. She also said I would have an easy time because Fred was building an instrument that would automate most of the lab work (an amino acid analyzer, I later learned). I had zero lab experience, but Fred was most patient. Not only that, I got to sail, another endeavor about which I knew nothing. One weekend, lacking a proper crew, he invited me and my friend Stan Mills to accompany him on a crossing of Long Island Sound to Port Jefferson where we were to meet up with his sister Sally and her husband Giff Pinchot. Neither Stanley nor I had ever been on a sailboat, and Fred had quite a time showing us the ropes (sorry, the sheets). Still in the harbor, Fred asked Stanley to take the dinghy and drive somewhere to pick up a missing item. Stanley, who was a bit older than Fred, said he did not know how to drive (nor did I). Fred said never mind, he could probably get whatever it was right in the harbor shop. So Stanley went off in the dingy and was gone a very long time. Finally we saw him returning, but weaving about, having been abashed to admit he also had never rowed a boat. Fred managed to reach Port Jeff despite his inept crew. In addition to the elements of sailing, I still remember learning to distinguish several types of sailboat: sloop, ketch, yawl (mast yawl the way back, Fred said). Fortunately for Fred, when he later sailed to Iceland, possibly the first of his Atlantic crossings, he was accompanied by my Yale Med classmate Roger Atwood, and Roger's wife Nancy, who were experienced hands. Lisa Steiner