By Al Thrasher
My brother, Roy Conway Thrasher was born July 19, 1940, in Cedartown, Georgia, the third child of Albert Americus Thrasher, Sr. of Henry County, Georgia and Allie Lorraine Dodson Thrasher of Butts County, Georgia.
My first memories go back to 1942 when the family was living in a shotgun rental house between the Polk County Jail and the local Catholic Church. Daddy was the local manager for Georgia Power Company. He held an essential defense job and was not required to serve in the military, but he served as a Local Air Raid Warden, volunteer fire fighter, and was even pressed into service as a lineman climbing poles. Lorraine was a stay-at-home Mom baking cakes that customers picked up on Friday. Due to WWII rationing, customers were required to bring a cup of sugar. It was most frustrating when some customers would bring a teacup of sugar and not 8 ounces!
We were raised in an environment of limited activities. Carmie, Roy and I grew up with a half-dead chinaberry tree that served as our war machines—airplane, ship, tank, or whatever our imagination conjured up. In the front yard there was a vine hanging from a water oak tree that allowed us to swing out over the scraggy hedge and land on the sidewalk or if you could hold-on long enough you could swing all the way back to the porch. A treasured toy was the enameled top from a water heater that enabled us to make a shelter when we stood it up with sticks.
The best description of the Polk County Jail would be “Mayberry RFD!” There may have been 2 or 3 inmates in locked cells but most hung out in the yard, sweeping it with brush brooms and playing marbles with us.
On the other side of the house was the Catholic Church. Typical of the south in the 1940’s, we were whispered to that the Catholics were different. We did not know what was different but we did not go over there!
In 1944, Daddy left Georgia Power and the family moved to Jackson. Daddy and Mama opened an electrical repair and appliance sales shop. Electricity was finally available in rural areas through the REA. I helped Daddy wire many homes. This was a miserable job as we crawled under houses with spiders, snakes or whatever, made midnight rides to repair well pumps, or shared in the excitement of an electric stove being installed in a home!
As the “baby,” Roy lived under the strict protection of Mother and was never required to work like Carmie and I did. In high school, Carmie played the organ and piano at the Jackson Baptist Church, and I sacked groceries. Roy could sit and grin; in fact, sometimes I doubted his intelligence.
Roy finished the fifth grade when we moved to McDonough. Daddy sold the shop in Jackson and began working at the Atlanta General Depot in Conley. Mother held a fulltime job. Carmie was at Agnes Scott College/Emory University. I completed the 10th grade and Roy completed the 8th grade when we moved to Clarkesville.
Daddy was an instructor in electrical theory and applications at the North Georgia Trade School. At that time, there were only two trade schools in Georgia; one in Clarkesville and the other in Americus. Mother taught her private kindergarten with morning and afternoon sessions. Both of them were loved and respected teachers. They expected us to do our best and we were not permitted to play any sports if we did not have all A’s on our report cards.
I started football practice in Jackson before moving to McDonough where I played on the varsity team. At North Habersham High School, Roy joined me in football. Roy excelled in football, basketball, and baseball. His opponents did not grin! He was an outstanding natural athlete and could have played major college football or basketball. In fact, he was invited on several recruiting trips his junior and senior years. When I asked where he decided to go, he informed me that he enjoyed the trip, had a pretty date, but that he was going to be a rocket scientist! There are those who believe life is like a sine curve and some humans, like Roy, are one-half phase ahead of rest if us – “the man on the street.”
Roy entered the co-op program at Georgia Tech the fall of 1958. As the fall quarter was ending and his first round of final exams was beginning, Roy came to my room and said, “Let’s go to the movie” (cost $.50). As his older brother, I admonished him and asked if he had done all of his homework problems. Roy’s reply was one of life’s great lessons to me. He replied, “Brother, if you understand the concept you can work any problem.” He breezed through Georgia Tech graduating with a B.S. in Electrical Engineering in 1964 and B.S. in Applied Mathematics in 1965.
He went to work for Douglas Aircraft in North Carolina and was soon transferred to Santa Monica, California. He received a M.S. in Engineering from UCLA and completed the course work for the doctorate. Roy did not write a dissertation so he was ABD. He said he wanted the information, not a piece of paper. In 1976, he moved to the Huntsville, Alabama area and worked between Huntsville and Santa Monica with McDonald Douglas.
During his “California years” Roy pretty much blocked out the rest of the world to devote his time and energies to his studies and “top secret” work. None of us heard from him except when he sent Christmas presents to the family, especially educational, skill building gifts to his nephews and niece. One summer cousin Robert Rainer and I actually hired a private detective to determine if Roy was dead or alive. Thankfully he was alive and well.
He had purchased a large four-bedroom house with an Olympic-size swimming pool and furnished it with a barstool and sleeping bag (also had a sleeping bag in his office if he was too involved in a project to go home!). He survived on health foods and vitamins. In the mid-1970’s he invited his parents out to see him. In preparation he bought two more bar stools and a bed for them! They got to meet Lorraine Martin and were delighted with Roy’s girlfriend. He treated them to a grand tour of California and the western states. It was the trip of their lifetime and they cherished the memories until their deaths.
On one of his rare visits home I asked him what he did for a living, and he responded that “I would not understand.” However, he did explain his work to our children!
When Daddy suddenly died in 1980, Roy dropped everything and came. His wardrobe in California consisted of shorts, tee shirts, and flip-flops—no button-up shirts nor long pants and certainly not a suit and tie! His 16-year-old niece, our Julie, went with him to a men’s store so he could be suitably outfitted for the visitation and funeral.
On one of his assignments to California, he happened upon Lorraine Martin in a parking lot. They resumed where they left off many years before and were married in Las Vegas within the week. They gave us two beautiful and talented nieces, Allie and Cathy. Allie is an RN and Cathy is a mathematician with the Redstone Arsenal. Whenever he was complimented on his family—he would just sit and grin.
During the height of the Cold War, Roy was required to call in and give a code at predetermined times. It is my understanding that Roy’s work and identity were so secret that a conference with him involved three adjoining secure hotel rooms: one for Roy, one for the party wishing to communicate with him, and, in between, one for a coordinating committee. Before any exchange of information, a ”need to know” and proper clearance had to be established. His supervisor told me that during this time even he couldn’t fully discuss Roy’s work.
Why? Roy knew more about the trajectory of Soviet intercontinental ballistic missiles than anyone in the free world. Roy could tell within seconds of a missile launch where it was going to hit! His formulation of algorithms to describe the actions of these weapons laid the foundation for the missile defense system – a major factor in the fall of the Soviet Union.
Roy worked alone. When offered staff he refused with the answer, “I’m a researcher, not an administrator.”
Yes, he realized his dream of becoming a “rocket scientist,” he was immensely respected, a great family man, and remained an active athlete until his untimely death in 2012. It is truly unfortunate that due to the nature and secrecy of his work, he will never be recognized for his profound influence on history. We believe that he resides in a new dimension where he can reflect on his accomplishments while sitting and grinning.
Wonderful memories of Roy. Thanks for writing this and sharing it. I was the lucky recipient of those educational presents – my first (and favorite) Texas Instruments calculator. I also have fond memories of Roy’s visits to “Dodsonville.” He enjoyed playing tennis, bridge, and backgammon. I loved the family musical times, three guitars, an occasional harmonica or zither, and many voices raised in song.
Thank s for sharing this tribute to Roy with us.We think of him often.
My husband David Farley Wood , great friends & they worked together at Douglas in Santa Monica . I also remember Roy’s first date with Lorraine .We go back many years. Memorable years. As a matter of fact we were the first to hear of their marriage as they stopped by our house to tell us the news.I agree David & Roy were Rocket Scientist & we as their wives never knew the extent of their “secret work”. Now they are joined together in Heaven. Miss them both so much. Thank you for the article! Brings back such wonderful memories seems like yesterday! Wonderful great memories!
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Thanks, Al Thrasher, for your summary of Roy’s life.
Roy and I were friends in the 1970’s and early 1980’s. We worked for McDonnell Douglas, and were assigned jobs in Huntsville, AL during the mid 1970’s. Roy worked on the Ballistic Missile Defense Program and I worked on other tactical missile programs. Our offices were co-located in the same small facility. In 1976 we decided to form a partnership and invest in the Atlanta real estate apartment rental market. After many trips to Atlanta we settled on a 56 unit apartment complex in Norcross, GA. The property management issues required many trips to Norcross and a lot of decisions which detracted from our day jobs. We sold the property in 1981 after riding the market up and down. We still made a reasonable profit and we learned a lot of lessons about managing rentals. Neither of us did it again. Both of us moved back to California in the late 1970’s and I left McDonnell Douglas in 1981 for another major defense company. Roy and I had infrequent contact after selling the Georgia property due to our separate demanding careers. Roy was truly outstanding as an engineer-scientist.
He was a good friend and I was blessed to have known him.
Wow. What a wonderful life of following one’s dream!! My sister, Jo Bush graduated from high school with Roy. My mother, Myra Bush and Mrs. Thrasher were best of friends. And Mrs Thrasher was my ALL TIME favorite teacher!!! So much that I did not want to go to first grade. I kept in touch with her for many years until my Christmas card to her was returned, Undeliverable! I was heart broken. But I still cherish so many memories of this wonderful family!!
Should be Judy Bush Garrison
I met Roy bacon the 1990 when his daughter, Allie, come to NC for a soccer tournament, He was married to Lorraine my cousin. He. was a very intelligent man and s wonderful friend.
Pardon the intrusion (my aunt Fayra Thrasher Ray tells me we’re related, but I haven’t figured out how).
Interestingly, while working at McDonnell Douglas in 1990 I was briefly assigned to the Boost Surveillance and Tracking System (as a student intern from Auburn University studying electrical engineering). Several people asked if “Mr. Thrasher” was a relative. Thank you for creating this site and post.