The End of an Era - Death of A. Trevor Hodge

A. Trevor Hodge was a renowned scholar, a brilliant teacher, and a fun person. His classes were full to overflowing and, sometimes, they were students who weren't even registered. They just wanted to hear what he had to say.

When I was in my third year at Carleton, I managed to get into his class on Ancient Science and Technology. There were 108 people in the course, because it was a popular with engineering and science students as their arts elective. Of that number, there were four of us who were Classical Civilisation majors.

It was a full year course and we had the option of doing two essays or an essay and a hands-on project demonstrating the technology of the ancient Mediterranean world. It was an evening course and, as I entered the theatre, I could tell where most of the students had had dinner -- The Pub. The place reeked of beer.

A couple of weeks in, Professor Hodge was demonstrating a replica of an early drill. He had a piece of scrap wood and was demonstrating how the drill worked on the floor of the theatre, which was concrete. 108 students couldn't all see, so he moved it up to the (wooden) desk. He got talking, and the drill kept drilling, and it was a rhythmic movement and before he realised it, Professor Hodge had drilled a hole into the desk!

The following week, one of the engineers showed up with a tube of plastic wood and filled the hole. Hodge thanked him, and we were off on another class -- how the Egyptians used screws in cases to irrigate fields with Nile water. I suppose we should have been grateful that no previous students had built that as a project.

Hodge had gone to Europe to measure aquaducts. (I'm not sure exactly when it was, but I heard this story in the mid-1980's.) Toward the end of his trip, his rental car was stolen along with his briefcase, which contained all his notes, that had been in the back seat. He had to recreate the entire thing from memory, and managed to do it.

Yet, when he arrived home from another trip, he walked right past his wife who was there to meet him at the airport. Apparently, he didn't recognise her -- which doesn't really surprise me, after all. She wasn't a Roman arch made of stone!

I remember reading a few years ago, among the Letters to the Editor of the Globe and Mail, a note that appeared a couple of days after one of Trevor's witty insights. It went something like this:

Dear Sir, Why do you insist on calling him A Trevor Hodge,

when he is clearly The Trevor Hodge?

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Here is what Carleton University had to say about him:

http://www2.carleton.ca/chum/2012/dr-a-trevor-hodge-1930-2012

Addendum:

I just found out that he had a blog! http://www.trevorscolumn.com/?page_id=2

It turns out that, in his retirement, he had started giving lectures on cruise ships ... I can see him now, banging the drum to help keep the rowers in time.

He was also writing a mystery novel.
http://brendachapman.blogspot.com/2012/02/puttering-away-my-saturday.html