Michael Marcotty, 82, died peacefully of natural causes on July 15, 2014, surrounded by his loving family and the good people at St. Raphaels hospital in New Haven, Connecticut. Michael was born in London on December 30, 1931, but spent the first six years of his life in Antwerp, Belgium, his father, Pierre Marcottys, homeland. Having lost his father from injuries sustained in WWI, Michael was raised by his mother, Sylvia Burbidge Marcotty, in Maidenhead, England. On Christmas Night, 1947, when he was 17 and working in the local hospital, he assisted Tania Szyszko Dolenga, a young Russian student nurse newly arrived from Germany, with the washing and laying out of a recently deceased patient. He said that he made his mind up then and there that this was the woman for him. Michael earned a masters degree in mathematics at Reading University; he and Tania were married in 1953 while he worked on his doctorate. They were both only children of widowed mothers and both their mothers died the following year. For three years, Michael served as instructor lieutenant in the Royal Navy on the HMS Theseus, where he taught math to both officers and enlisted men. Although he was respected as a teacher, he really distinguished himself as the only man on ship who did not get seasick in the roiling waters of the North Sea. In 1957, two significant events occurred: their first daughter, Fiona, was born in Portsmouth. The second was seeing an article in Science magazine advertising a short course in something called computer science. Intrigued, Michael requested a weeks leave from the navy and went to London to attend the class. It was a week that would determine the course of his lifes work. After his military service, he returned to London with Tania and Fiona to work for Ferranti, the company that built the worlds first commercially available electronic computer. (One of his colleagues at Ferranti, Conway Berners-Lee, was the father of Tim Berners-Lee who went on to develop the World Wide Web in 1992.) In 1959, their second daughter, Anne, was born. The Berlin Crisis in 1961 brought Cold War threats too close to home for Tania, a WWII refugee who had witnessed so much devastation first-hand. She convinced Michael that it would be safer for their family in Canada and he managed to arrange a transfer to the Ferranti branch in Toronto. They left their friends and family and emigrated in 1962. That October, their third daughter, Karina, was born. When Ferranti changed course a few years later, Michael was hired by the computing think tank at the General Motors research lab, and he moved his family to Troy, a suburb of Detroit. Their son, Peter, was born there in 1967. During his tenure at GM, Michael was part of the team that developed SHARE, one of the worlds first operating systems, and he earned an international reputation for his original thinking: his ideas for structured programming set a precedent for future programming language development. He contributed to the writing of PL/1, a pioneering and enduring programming language still in use today. Michaels GM colleague, George Dodd, says it best: When he and I started doing computer things in the 1950s, we wrote programs with little concern for how we made changes. Michael was one of the developers of what is called structured programminga technique for managing an entire spectrum of changes during the development of large-scale computer systems. Mike can take a great deal of credit for developing the technique that is now used in all programming. Michael carried on teaching during his three decades at General Motors. He taught computer science at Wayne State University in Detroit and at UMass Amherst, and he lectured widely on structured programming. A signature element of his presentation style was to pause his lecture on a close-up photo of a flowerone that he had takena powerful juxtaposition of technology and nature. This exemplified Michaels fluency of purpose, the seamless integration of his scientific mind and his deep spirituality. Michael also wrote and published four textbooks on programming languages and PL/1, which are still relevant. He was well loved by his students, many of whom continued to be part of his life for years. Throughout his career at General Motors, Michael was the go-to person to solve programming problems. When he retired from GM in 1992, his departure left a void not readily filled. His caricature, cartooned by a loving colleague, said this: Mike, I dont care if its a split infinitive, its PL/1! He and Tania packed up 30 years of life and moved to Bellingham, Mass., to be closer to their children and grandchildren, all of whom were by then on the Eastern Seaboard. Michael then joined Metrowerks, the company that developed the tool that enabled Macintosh computers to transition to the newer, more powerful processors that led to laptops and eventually to iPad technology. He said at the time that he had more memory in his lap than there was in the entire world when he had started. Underlying his seemingly mild-mannered demeanor was a fierce, uncompromising integrity. His passionate concern for civil and human rights was manifested in all aspects of his life. As a member of the Birmingham Unitarian Church in Michigan, he put himself on the line with the Freedom Fighters, a vital part of the grassroots change towards equality and justice for all. Throughout their lives, Michael and Tania opened their homes and hearts and wallets to help anyone, from struggling artists to Chinese orphans to friends in need. As a longtime friend said of Michael that he was a real shirt-off-his-back giver. Michael is remembered by his many admirers as a very funny man who charmed everyone he met. He enjoyed word playhe was also fluent in French and Germanand his never-ending spoonerisms, his quick wit, and his tri-lingual puns were delivered in a way that let everyone in on the joke. He would arrive on the beach at noon and leave at five, knowing the life story of everyone there and with a new set of friends for life. Michael was adventurous and intrepid. He was an Eagle Scout, leading a troop on an expedition to France as a teenager. He took his family across the United States multiple times on a quest to visit every National Park. His idea of fun was camping in the rain without a groundsheet. He was an avid rock climber; he loved hiking and swimming and he instilled in his children a great love of, and respect for, nature. He took daily walks (with his cat Boots) along the West River near his home in Guilford, Conn., up until the week he died. His children grew up with the conviction that he could create, build, or fix anything, and, indeed, he was a multi-talented man. He remodeled, landscaped, mended, and built fine furniture and cabinets, gardens and decks, living rooms and libraries, for his own family and many others. He uncomplainingly approached his unending to-do list with the same equanimity and good nature that defined him. He was a master photographer; he painted landscapes and murals, collected and cooked wild mushrooms, made beer and yogurt and tofu and cheese and the most powerful curry and chutney this side of India. For years he made the daily breada dense, chunky whole grain masterpiece, sometimes so dense it needed to be cut with his power sawlong before anyone even knew what whole grain was. He gamely learned the steps to every Eastern European folk dance that Tania dragged him into, even though his sense of rhythm was more intellectual than physical. His laugh was bountiful and contagious, and he spoke in a cultured British accent that never left him. His singing, however, left much to be desired. One of his favorite claims was that the last time he sang in church, 300 people changed their religion. Although Michael was educated as a mathematician and worked as a computer scientist, he was a deeply spiritual man. He made forays into several branches of religion, eventually settling on the Unitarian Church as the perfect combination for his intellect and spirituality. He embraced the divine in nature, in service to others, in helping those less fortunate, and in love and laughter. He meditated daily, practiced gratitude and mindfulness, and believed in miracles. Michael leaves behind Tania, his loving wife of 61 years; his children Fiona Marcotty and her husband, Gary Keenan; Anne Marcotty and her husband, Joe Morris; Karina Charlie Marcotty and her husband, Kleo Taliadouros; Peter Marcotty and his wife, Cindy Marcotty; his loving grandchildren Alexa and Dylan Morris; Alexander and Paris Taliadouros; and Victoria, Cassandra, and Sophia Marcotty; loving cousins Isabelle Marcotty Zimbale, Camille Teste, Louise-Annette Marcotty, and Peter and Jean Burbidge and family; and lifelong friends, the Davis family, the Marshall family, and the Barthel family. He will be deeply missed by all who knew him. Throughout his life, when Michael was asked how he was doing by friends, family, and all the kind people who took care of him, he would always answer, All the better for seeing you. And we, all of us, are all the better for having known him. A memorial to celebrate Michaels life will be scheduled at a later date. Throughout his life, Michael took great pride in having planted more than 200 trees. In lieu of flowers, his family asks for help in planting a forest in memoriam through Global ReLeaf: http://www.americanforests.org/ways-to-give/cart-on-behalf-of/ and click on "give the gift of trees in memorial." For the receipt notice, please use taniamarcotty@comcast.net
[Sign Guestbook] [View Guestbook]
View Full Notice → Mr. Michael Marcotty [12/30/1931 - 07/15/2014]