Eugenie clark biography for kids

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eugenie clark biography for kids

Shark Lady: True Adventures of Eugenie Clark by Ann McGovern

I bought this book at Goodwill when I was around nine years old. During the summer my dad and I made a trip to Goodwill at least once every couple of weeks or so, not because we were poor or because my dad was cheap, but because my dad was an antique dealer and he knew the manager and could get first dibs on donations of antique furniture. Now, this wasnt one of those Goodwills that are in depressing low-rent strip malls, right between the Dominican hair/nail/tanning salon and the St. Vincent de Paul thrift store that makes Goodwill look like Neiman Marcus. This was sort of a flagship Goodwill that was in the downtown historic district. It had a classic department store-type storefront with finely-dressed mannequins in the display windows, often brandishing the latest in 1950s vacuum cleaner or toaster oven technology (keep in mind that this was the late 1970s).

Inside, it was much like an old-timey department store, except everything was second-hand. Upstairs (there was an elevator!) there were offices and a furniture showroom. Downstairs in the basement was my favorite: a large room packed to the rafters with books, books and more books, like a very cluttered, disorganized library. It was very quiet and dimly lit, and it seemed as if hardly anyone ever went down there except me, so I still wonder if it was a place where customers were usually allowed to go or if I was allowed the favor of going down there because my dad was friends with the manager (or perhaps because I was an annoying little pest, and this would conveniently keep me out of the way while the adults did business).

The librarian, or caretaker, was a fellow who seemed a bit slow, if not mentally challenged, or perhaps he was what might be diagnosed as autistic today. He looked a bit like Exidor from Mork & Mindy, actually, if thats not too obscure a reference. You know, this guy:



He was quiet, not unfriendly, but not friendly either, and he didnt say much other than to tell me where certain types of books were located. He just sort of minded his own business. It was a little creepy being a little kid down there by myself with this guy, but I couldnt resist the allure of all those books. I quickly became comfortable down there with Exidor and learned that I had nothing to fear. Nowadays parents would probably freak out about something like that, but my dad never gave it a second thought, Im sure. It was a more innocent time, etc., etc.

Anyway, I bought a lot of books there--Tom Swift books and classic old Big Little Books with hard cardboard covers and color pictures; not the cheap, flimsy paperback black & white reprints like they sold at the grocery store--but this Eugenie Clark book is the one I most fondly remember. I loved it, getting completely immersed (ha ha) in the story of young Eugenies fascination with aquatic life, beginning(at the same age that I was then) with a visit to the New York Aquarium, eventually blossoming into a career as one of the worlds premier ichthyologists, specializing in sharks and poisonous fish. Cool stuff.



After reading it I really had a crush on Eugenie Clark. As you can see she was pretty hot, even when measuring a shark from nose to dorsal fin with a pair of calipers. I would imagine us swimming in the ocean together fearlessly among schools of great whites; perhaps one would attack my pelagic miss and I would come to miladys rescue by repelling the beast with a stiff jab to its snout (My hero!).

The crush lasted until I saw her on TV years later and realized that she was pretty old now. It never entirely went away, though. I ♥ you, Eugenie.
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Eugenie Clark, (born May 4, , New York, New York, U.S.—died Clark was a member of the staff of the American Museum of Natural History, New York.
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Eugenie Clark loved sharks ever since she was a little girl. Her mother was a Japan ese woman, her name was Yumico, and her father, Charles Clark, was an American man. When she was 2 her father sadly died and it was hard for her mother alone. Eugenie died on the 25th February in Sarasota, Florida, United States at the age of 92 from non-smoking related lung cancer but amazingly had still been diving up until her death! She was born on 4th May in New York. Did you know that Eugenie was mostly known for her knowledge of poisonous tropical fish and shark behaviour?

She was also an avid marine conservationist. Clark was born to an American father and a Japanese mother. Her father died when she was young, and she was supported by her mother and grandparents. On days when she accompanied her mother to work in Manhattan, Clark whiled away the hours at the New York Aquarium then in Battery Park and soon determined to study fish. She was further inspired by the writings of William Beebe , a pioneer in underwater research.

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All rights reserved. A pioneer in marine conservation and the study of shark behavior, Clark helped the public understand and appreciate the much maligned species. Eugenie Clark, an American marine biologist who fell in love with sharks as a child with her nose pressed against an aquarium tank—and whose research on the much maligned species earned her the nickname "Shark Lady"—died Wednesday morning in Sarasota, Florida. She was The death was confirmed by National Geographic photographer David Doubilet, her colleague and friend. A pioneer in the use of scuba gear to conduct underwater scientific research and a veteran of more than 70 deep dives in submersibles, Clark continued diving into her nineties, even after being diagnosed with non-smoking-related lung cancer. She moved with a kind of liquid speed underwater.

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