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86 Barbara Keyfitz My home institution, the University of Houston, agreed to give me a leave of absence for three years; my patient husband was willing to treat it as an adventure that we would somehow share; and the selection committee voted to give me a chance even though my lack of administrative experience or vision for the Institute must have been apparent. (My friends said, “You’ll do a great job.” I replied, “I don’t care about that, I just want to be Director.”) During my interview for the position, Tom Salisbury, who was then the Deputy Director, said to me quizzically, “My mother knows you.” After a few minutes, I figured it out. Tom’s mother, Mary Roseborough, was a famous figure from my childhood. The much-younger sister of a college friend of my father’s, she had boarded in our house for a summer while she held an internship in some Federal Government department. As part of the deal, she did some babysitting for my brother, then a toddler, and for me, a couple of years older. As a lively twenty-one-year-old, she played with us and taught us music-hall songs that became a part of my childhood. (Family lore holds that it was my brother she really adored, but I didn’t notice any discrimination.) Mary Roseborough Salisbury was a recollection from more than fifty years before, but there were many other echoes from the past that filled the air once I moved to Toronto. At an early gathering, I saw Tim Rooney (always Professor Rooney to me), who had taught me Calculus in 1962 when I was a first-year student (we didn’t say “freshman” then) at the University of Toronto. I was saddened to read that Professor Rooney died in December, 2016. Chandler Davis had been an early mentor to me when I was an undergraduate, and it was inspiring to see him again. One of the first activities over which I presided as Director was a sixtieth birthday conference for Jim Arthur. Jim and I were in the same class (6T6) at the University of Toronto. We studied together and, once we were old