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Dad and the Atomic Testing Museum

Monday, May 25, 2009

Red Mushroom CloudPhoto courtesy of Atomic
Testing Museum

Red mushroom cloud at
morning: pilots take warning

When I was a kid, I had only a vague idea of what my dad did for a living. He was gone 12 hours a day, and it wasn’t unusual to wake before dawn to his singing in the kitchen. Although it was still dark, he was up fixing breakfast and perking coffee. Often the song was Tom Lehrer’s “The Wild West Is Where I Want to Be.”

Along the tra-ail you’ll find me lopin’
Where the spaces are wide open
In the land of the old A.E.C. (Yee hah!)

He paused, and the spatula scraped and the bacon gave a jaunty sizzle as he flipped it.

Where the scenery’s attractive
And the air is radioactive
Oh, the Wild West is where I wanna be.

Mom would be up, too. Her job, when she chose to accept it, was making lunch for Dad, who roamed the mesas during his lunch hour. He’d come home after dark with stories about kit fox family reunions, coyotes homesteading with a fresh litter of pups, and the occasional rattler escapade.

William McKinnisMcKinnis Family Archives
William McKinnis holds a pair of horns shed
by a deer on the Test Site

Snake stories were usually sad and involved the demise of the slitherer. My father, never meeting a critter he didn’t like, didn’t understand the antipathy reptiles could generate. “Every animal has its place in the world,” he’d say. Then he’d go into a spiel on discrimination against the legless. Once he had to kill a snake which had gotten too close to a nervous Nellie co-worker. He used his dinner fork to stab it, and never one to waste food, he used the lid of a tin can to clean it before cooking. According to Dad, rattlesnake tastes like chicken, but has a lot more bones. Buying into the Theory of Evolution, I might argue that chicken tastes like snake.

So imagine my amazement a few weeks back when I accompanied Dad to the Atomic Testing Museum and discovered that he hadn’t been some sort of wildlife wrangler, he’d actually worked in the atom bomb business.

“How the heck did you ever get such a job?” I asked.

No TrespassingPhoto courtesy of Atomic Testing
Museum

Trespassers on the Test Site faced
mutation and sterility

He explained that President Kennedy’s decision to resume underground testing opened up a career field that had not been widely available. Since Dad had already spent a few years ingeniously hiding missiles in silos, he was ready to try his hand at a job with a little more home stability. So when he discovered that Lawrence Radiation Laboratory in Mercury was looking for a liaison engineer, Dad sent off his resume and got the job. He was a little surprised to be hired as he wasn’t entirely sure what a liaison engineer actually did. He found out later that he got to explain to the contractors how to build the equipment that the scientists needed for their experiments.

Our first stop on the museum tour was a satellite photo of some perfectly round holes, craters produced by the lab’s underground tests during the ’60s and ’70s. Dad pointed out Spooner, a crater far to the northwest on the map, as his favorite shot.

AEC badgeAtomic Energy Commission
Old-style badges had the corner clipped off to let radiation leak
onto film held in the badge holder. The numbers not punched
out indicated the places the badge wearer had access to on
the Test Site.

“We were on the bus two hours to get to the test-site gate, then we drove another fifty or so miles before we got to work,” he said. I studied the photo, but even squinting my eyes, didn’t see a single snake or coyote. This was totally ruining my concept of Dad as a combination Indiana Jones and Dr. Doolittle.

We ambled down to a photo display of former test-site employees. One man looks like the Marlboro Man’s shorter and blonder brother, a mustanger in charge of wild horses.

“Cool,” I remarked, but thinking, There’s a job that’s been downsized in our new-world economy.

We meandered past a huge slab of what looked like fused glass in a millefiori pattern: melted foam-flex, coaxial and multiconductor cable. Atom bombs are HOT.

Nuclear-powered gadgetsPhoto courtesy of Atomic Testing Museum
An array of various nuclear-powered gadgets on display at
the museum

Finally we came to the Geiger counter exhibit: the BEST THING EVER! I grabbed up the working model and waved the wand over various items. A piece of uranium ore, an illuminated clock dial and – the pièce de résistance – a clicking-hot piece of orange Fiesta ware, no longer in production because they can’t get the uranium to make the glaze. I waved the wand over the plate again and again, imagining all the fabulous dinners I could cook without a stove. What a hoot! No more gas bills.

The last stop was the gift shop. There were plenty of great T-shirts and mugs, but what I really wanted, and they didn’t have, was a sign warning, “Caution: Radioactive”. That would keep the neighbor’s car out of my parking space.

“So, Dad,” I asked. “Why didn’t you ever talk about what you really did for a living?” I was a little embarrassed by my childhood notion that he was some sort of a park ranger who spent time extracting picnic baskets from Yogi Bear.

“Well,” he said at last, “it was classified.” Then he grinned a little sheepishly. “Besides, I didn’t want you to think I was boring.”

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7 Responses to “Dad and the Atomic Testing Museum”
  1. Julia Pace says:

    Very sweet tribute. I love the descriptive way Holly writes.

  2. Carole McKinnis says:

    Ah, the pre-dawn prep for the 60-mile trek to the Test Site…and BEYOND!
    It’s all coming back to me, now. Thanks for the great Father’s Day tribute, Holly
    carole

  3. Dave Neuhaus says:

    I know this is a Father’s Day article, but having it published on Memorial Day is fitting, given the career work done in defense. A great tribute to a very classified guy. Nicely Done Holly!

  4. Hmmmm, as the purchasing editor, I never thought of this as a Father’s Day article, but I guess the timing is pretty good. Here’s an article that Megan Edwards wrote about the museum in March, 2005.

    M

  5. Donna Thomas says:

    I reallly like Holly’s writing style…..and Bill McKinnis could NEVER be called boring.

  6. Margit says:

    Love, Love, Love this piece! And because I know Bill, I love it more!
    Great writing Holly, can’t wait til the next one.

  7. Dave Jordt says:

    Holly,
    Great write about one of my favorite people.
    I too suffered from his determination to keep us all in the dark.
    I only knew kinda what it was he was supposedly doing, and my curiosity ranneth over.
    Then one day — we were somewhere overseas — here comes this
    first letter from W. McKinnis in over a decade.
    “NEWS !” I cried.
    And then, shaking with anticipation, I turned the post card over.
    On it was written one word.
    “WOW”.

    I only learned 20 years later that this was the one that “holed through”.