
Category Archives: Family Histories
A Cautionary Tale – Going off at a Tangent
I was amazed the other day when I found out that my brother, Dean, actually at least half listens to me even when his eyes glaze over if I get too scientific. He had been watching a program on an attempt to find the remains of Amelia Earhart and/or her plane. It seems as though everyone had searched in the wrong place because the International Dateline had thrown them out.
This triggered a memory from more than 20 years before in Dean’s synapses when I had explained how one of our SA developed Satcom antennas had failed on the other side of the world – San Diego to be exact. I was working for Omnipless at the time, a highly successful SA company that had developed a range of products for use with the Inmarsat satellites which provided global telephony anywhere in the world via satellite. The products covered the full range of portable ground-based systems, through vehicle mounted systems to both small and large maritime systems and small and large aircraft systems. His memory was vague (I forgive him) and he thought our failure also had to do with the International Dateline. He was a bit confused as it had nothing to do with the dateline but it indeed had something to do with being on the other side of the world.

The subject of this blog is the mysterious failure of one of Omnipless’s latest maritime products at the time, the F77 large shipborne antenna. The company was still smarting from the abject failure of their Maritime-B development where we had completely underestimated the vibration levels experienced by antennas even in huge ships. The follow-up F77 was bullet proof, mechanically at least. I had made sure of that. I had located every single vibration test spectrum available from institutions like the US Department of Defence through to private company specs from the likes of Germanischer-Lloyds and had tested it against them. If it passed, I would incrementally raise the levels while keeping the frequency content of the spectrum the same until some failure occurred. That aspect would then be strengthened. Rinse and repeat until I obviously reached ridiculous levels.

We were therefore non-plussed when we were informed that an antenna refused to work correctly in San Diego. At least the problem was not mechanical and the mechanical design team could breathe a communal sigh of relief. We were not the whipping boys this time. Numerous telephone calls and emails later, no reason could be found. The installation and commissioning were all perfect. Johan Gericke, an excellent electronics engineer and good allrounder, was sent to investigate. The ship was located near the naval docks. This was Simonstown x100 with every manner of naval vessel spewing out gobs of radiation in the normal wasteful American way. Johan first had to eliminate electromagnetic interference as a cause which must have been a mission itself.

Eventually the culprit was located. It was in the software, the stuff that makes the modern world go round. To be precise, it was a rookie mistake in one line of code, in fact, one function. But why had we never experienced the fault before given that we had already supplied many of these antennas?
The reason was prosaic. Up to that date, our main clients were European and their clients plied their trade between Europe and Asia. This should give the game away to the scientifically astute. Our antennas had only ever operated between the longitudes of 90°E (+90°) and 90°W (-90°). In other words, trigonometrically, the F77 had only ever operated in the 1st and 4th quadrants, but the longitude of San Diego at 117°W (-117° or +243°) is in the 3rd quadrant.
In calculating various angles, the programmer used the inverse tangent function, ATAN(X) which does not distinguish between the 1st and 3rd quadrants (or, in fact, the 2nd and 4th quadrants). However, he should have used the function ATAN2(Y,X) which does. A similar situation exists for the inverse sines and cosines, except in different quadrants.
Eg: ATAN(1) = 45° which is the same as ATAN2(1,1) = 45°
While ATAN2(-1,-1) = 225°
Given the known position of the satellite and the GPS position of the antenna, the software has to perform a series of trigonometric calculations to instruct the antenna where to point which it obviously got hopelessly wrong on the other side of the world.
This was a cautionary tale. The embarrassed software designer was a friend who I knew as an extremely competent and solid engineer yet he fell into the trap. I too had fallen into the trap early in my career when I was involved in designing seeker heads for missiles and had to simulate their performance. Luckily, the mistake was at computer simulation level and was soon uncovered by myself without having to make any embarrassing admissions.
1967 – Mr Davies and an Explosive Confrontation
This is a blog written by my brother about an event that occurred almost 60 years ago. Despite living in the same house and in fact sharing the same bedroom, I was only informed of this event recently.
Main picture: Mills No. 36 hand grenade with its internal bits minus the detonator
Continue readingRunning Repairs
N’ Boer Maak ‘n Plan (A farmer makes a plan)
In 1970 my elder brother, Dean, was the first in the family to experience the ‘pleasure’ of being called-up to do 9 months compulsory military service at 1 SA Infantry Training Battalion in Oudtshoorn. This was a milestone for the family as he was the first to enter the adult world of hard knocks. Being four years younger and in Standard 8 (grade 10), I was in awe of what he reported in his letters what the Army was like. Little did I know that I would have to serve two years National Service of which a year was spent kakking off on office’s course, 3 months longer than his entire national service. In mid-year he was due for the much awaited 7-day pass and Dad decided to make it a family outing by driving up to fetch him.
This was a great event and another milestone for the family. Apart from the odd day trips to van Stadens Pass or Gamtoos River mouth, Dad never ventured out of the Port Elizabeth area except for a weekend at Louterwater 200km away in the Langkloof. I was preschool at the time and Dad worked there building fruit packing sheds for roughly six months c1962 and he decided to fetch us for a short holiday there. We bunked in the basic dusty site huts for the weekend with Mom having to cook on a primus stove! Way to go Dad. You sure knew how to show a gal a good time. It was an excited bunch that set off in the 1966 Vauxhall Victor early on a Saturday hoping to arrive at Oudtshoorn 360km away at around midday. The excitement soon ebbed as we made our way along the long and deary Langkloof (long valley). Being still kids, Cheryl and I had not yet come to appreciate the stark Karoo landscape. The boredom was
occasionally relieved by tucking into ham and egg fart sandwiches. Midday was approaching and Oudtshoorn was approaching as we hit the final leg about 10-15km away.

Takeover
When Norman Crawford Smith was invited to join Metropolitan-Vickers in 1949 he could hardly believe his good luck. In his final year at U.C.T. many of his lectures were delivered by Prof. Goodlet. He was a brilliant man and an excellent teacher. When asked by a student how a particular operation was performed he would consider for a moment and then say that you could do it this way or that way “But at Metrovick we always did it this way”. (He had received much of his training and engineering experience at M-V) So he came to understand that as far as electrical engineering is concerned, Metro-Vick was the Rolls-Royce of the profession.
In this blog, Norman Crawford Smith opens a window on what life was like in the maelstrom of corporations where sometimes idiosyncratic management styles and behavior created resentment and anxiety.
Continue readingInternational Relationships
At the end of his “brainwashing tour” for the Company in 1963 Norman Crawford Smith and his wife departed on their own own “Grand Tour of Europe“. They left London in an Air France aircraft and, after a smooth and uneventful flight, landed at Orly Airport just outside Paris. Cleared through Customs, they chartered a taxi to take them to their hotel. It was a “first” for both of them so they sat like a pair of country bumpkins, soaking up the passing scene.
Norman Smith provides a melange of episodes that comprise and define an overseas trip. Partly the issues that arise are a consequence of misunderstanding of different cultures but they can also arise due to not having a lingua franca.
Continue readingWartime Memories
Having narrowly escaped death in London during the Blitz, Norman Smith and his family were homesick for the sunnier climes of the Union [South Africa]. Little did he foresee being attacked when embarking onto the ship home in Liverpool. This is their story as narrated by Norman Smith.
Main picture: Avro Anson
Continue readingJellicoe
In this blog, Norman Smith describes the nautical and naval careers of his family. What none of them would anticipate would be the tragedy and trauma arising from this choice of hobby or career.
Main picture: HB Smith with Norman (left), and Matthew (right) at Bembridge, Isle of Wight c1937
Continue readingThe Forgotten Sketch
Norman was standing at his study window, gazing idly at the peaceful scene across the valley. On the far side, the airport slumbered in the dusk. A very thin mist hung over the runways. An aircraft on short final approach. its headlights probing the gloom. made an interesting picture. Suddenly his memory jerked back fifty-odd years….
Main picture: London during the Blitz
Continue readingA SMAC in the Face #56: The Power of One
Apart from the Boks stealing the knockout matches from under the noses of their opposition, remarkable was the winning scoreline in three matches in a row by a margin of ONE. SMAC pays tribute to this number and elevates it to godlike status.








