Memento Mori (smell all the flowers, pet all the dogs)

Today has been the first of my father’s birthdays on which he has not been alive. The obituary that I wrote [below] for his pandemic-era funeral, is one that I am grateful to several people for aiding in its creation. I am grateful to Martin Guinard and Bruno Latour, who urged me to do an oral history with Dad of his four decades with NASA. I am grateful to Andres Burbano for editing the film footage from those interviews and finding archival images of the projects of which Dad was a part. I think it is poignant that Dad’s career started with a project in which he studied the radiation added to the Van Allen Belt through the explosion of nuclear weapons within it (i.e., Nature is impervious to human action) and that his last space mission was a shuttle payload, HALOE, to measure the ozone hole (i.e., oops, too much hairspray! Nature is deeply impacted by us). His final NASA project was with energy efficiency. When I was born, the Viking mission to Mars project team sent flowers to the hospital. I still have the card. Mars is getting a lot of attention suddenly again but that mission was truly remarkable for what it accomplished and when. He knew that people might want to return and took it upon himself to write very detailed report notes for those unknown people in the future who wished to return spacecraft to Mars. I think, though, that his lesser touted projects like the Polar Orbiting Geophysical Observatory (POGO) are unsung heroes of our attempts to understand our planet and how we intersect with it. With time, I will go through my photos and add them to this post. For now, I just wanted to put it up as a birthday offering to a man I loved very much.

Neil Andrew Holmberg

(May 24, 1932 - Aug 3, 2021) 

Neil Holmberg, high school graduation photo

Neil Andrew Holmberg died on August 3, 2021 at age 89. He was one of the first aerospace engineers hired by NASA soon after its inception and throughout the span of his thirty-nine year career worked on some of the iconic scientific space projects of the Cold War. These included all five missions of the Lunar Orbiter Program, which mapped the moon to determine the landing site for the Apollo astronauts, and the Viking missions to Mars. He worked on fuzzy logic, magnetic suspension superconductivity, the SCOUT solid propellant launch vehicle, the Orbiting Geophysical Observatory to study Earth’s magnetosphere, Vertical Short Take-Off and Landing (V/STOL) aircraft, and the National Transonic Facility (NTF) cryogenic wind tunnel. He won an Exceptional Service Medal from NASA for his work on the Viking Flight Team. As a project team member for the Lunar Orbiter Program, he received a framed copy of the historic first photo of Earth from deep space, taken by the Lunar Orbiter 1 in 1966. This image was on the wall of his hospital room when he died. 

Chief Justice Warren Burger, Vice President Nelson Rockefeller, President Gerald Ford, and Smithsonian Secretary Dillon Ripley applaud when the Viking 1, orbiting Mars, sends a signal to trigger the robotic arm that Neil Holmberg escorted across the US on an airplane with the passenger name ‘Oscar Holmberg’. National Air and Space Museum, July 1, 1976. Photo owned by the Smithsonian Institution.

The Viking lander and a lunar orbiter that he worked on are both on display in the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum. Additionally, he has another contribution to that museum in that the robotic arm that received a signal from the Viking while in space to cut the ribbon at its inauguration flew with him in 1976 on a flight from JPL in Pasadena to Washington, D.C. As the robot needed a name for its ticket, he named it Oscar Holmberg after his grandfather [Oscar Skog]. In that sense, they both joined Chief Justice Warren Burger, Vice President Nelson Rockefeller, and President Gerald Ford in the museum’s opening ceremony. Neil’s very first NASA project was the Nuclear Emulsion Recovery Vehicle (NERV), which measured the radiation in the Van Allen belt left by experimental nuclear bomb detonations in it by the US military. He was responsible for both the NERV rocket design and the recovery of the data from where it fell off the coast of Peru with shark repellent as a precaution for data loss. His final space project was the Halogen Occultation Experiment (HALOE) payload, which examined the gases of the ozone hole. His final project before retiring was not focused on space but on the energy efficiency at the NASA Langley facility, particularly the energy-intensive wind tunnels, and how it could be more sustainable. He noted over the decades that he lived on the Chesapeake Bay the transformations of its ecology and biodiversity.  

Neil with his dog, Happy, and sister

Neil was born in Seattle, Washington as a first-generation American to Andrew Holmberg and Emma Hansen Holmberg. His father, whose formal education ended after the fourth grade, was a fireman. Like Neil, he loved the outdoors and the family volunteered their house as a rope station for mountain climbers who were ascending Mt. Rainier. His father’s leg was amputated on Neil’s seventh birthday, after which he raised flowers and Neil and his older sister, Jean, sold them door-to-door from a wagon for income. Neil was given the gift of a dog named Happy that Christmas, whose ability to pick and eat ripe cherries gave Neil great joy. He was, lifelong, a magnet for dogs of all kinds and he seemed to have an uncanny ability to communicate with them. 


Neil was drawn to science and engineering but a college education was financially unattainable for the family. Following high school, he worked in a mailroom full time to pay for night classes. During a weekend trip on Mt. St. Helens with the Mountaineers club, Neil and the others reached their cabin to find it snowed under and the weather too dangerous for skiing. They dug into the snow to enter the house and remained there for two days during the storm. During conversations that weekend, engineering students who attended college through the GI bill convinced him that he would never graduate if he continued taking only two classes at a time. He took placement exams the next week and was offered a slot at the University of Washington in electrical engineering. To support himself, he worked summers for the Army Corps of Engineers in Anchorage, Alaska for several years and then for the FAA, installing navigational aids for airplanes. He hiked regularly in Alaska, particularly admiring the wild raspberries and the bears he encountered while doing so.  


In 1957, while doing graduate work at UCLA through a fellowship with Hughes Aircraft, Neil drove overnight from Los Angeles with friends to Yosemite for a Labor Day weekend rock-climbing expedition. Just before sunrise, they unexpectedly witnessed a nuclear bomb test in the Nevada desert that lit up the sky in a way that felt strange and portentous to him. The next day, he met Beverly Grant from Los Angeles, who was part of a Sierra Club hiking trip. They were married for 63 years and lived in Mathews County, Virginia for over fifty of those years. They raised four children (Craig, Heidi, Karen, and Eric) on a waterfront farm on the North River that focused primarily on dairy goats and oysters but also included sheep, steers, horses, geese, rabbits, ducks, and chickens. For many years, they also grew their own fruits and vegetables and lived as self-sufficiently as they could. Neil had eight grandchildren that he treasured; of those, he is preceded in death by Scott Holmberg. 


Neil embodied a life philosophy that was deeply egalitarian and that prized humbleness and the environment. Though he had an interest in it, his work ethic and career demands prevented him from international travel, barring his time as a graduate student and Sloan Fellow at MIT when the members of the program traveled throughout Europe and met dignitaries and industry leaders. He told the stories of that three-week trip with joy for the rest of his life. He expressed a regret in later life that he did not stop to smell the flowers more than he did. In lieu of flowers or donations, in his honor, please take the time to pet a dog or smell a flower. His service was held on August 6, 2021 at Kingston Parish (Christ Church) in Mathews County, where he served for many years as treasurer.