Physicist Charles A. Whitten, Jr., dies at age 70

It is with great sorrow that we share with you the news that our friend and colleague, Professor Charles A. Whitten, Jr., unexpectedly passed away on Saturday, December 4, 2010. Chuck was a vibrant teacher and powerful researcher. He was also a devoted departmental citizen. The department has relied continuously on his efforts and advice on a wide variety of issues, and we will certainly miss his counsel, along with his uniquely enthusiastic presence.
My Silliman roommate, Chuck Whitten, passed away suddenly
on December 4, 2010. I hadn't seen or spoken with Chuck for several years, but I
know from conversations with his widow, Joan, that nothing much had changed from
the last time I saw him.
Chuck was a UCLA physics professor for about 40 years. He enjoyed teaching and
loved to teach the introductory course, to pre-meds as well as aspiring
scientists, in the hopes of interesting students in further study of the
subject. He once told me that physics was his hobby as well as his profession.
If he got bored, he would go down to the lab and see what the boys in the lab
were doing. He truly loved what he did, and the memorial statements put together
at UCLA showed that he was much loved and respected by his colleagues and his
students.
There was another side to Chuck, however. At Yale, he played the clarinet in the
band, was an avid Yale and New York Giants football fan and took courses on
history and philosophy such as Professor Baumer's class on the Rennaisance and
Reformation. When he came to UCLA, he got football and basketball season tickets
and cheered for the Bruins. He had a booming voice and a good sense of humor,
enjoyed talking to the non-professional staff and, Joan told me, was always
aware of the department gossip.
Physics allowed the Whittens to travel the world. Chuck was
part of various teams on projects in Berkeley, Los Alamos, Long Island and
Chicago as well as in France, Britain and Switzerland. It was not unusual for
Chuck to teach for two quarters and live wherever experiments were being run for
the next half-year. But he was also a good family man. Joan went with him on his
travels when she could. His son, Alec, followed him to Yale and is an architect
in Los Angeles, living fairly near his parents. I am told that Chuck enjoyed
doing things with his grandchildren.
I am sorry that my relationship with Chuck had become limited over the years to
occasional e-mails and the exchange of Christmas cards, but I guess that is not
unusual in the modern world. Chuck was a good guy, and I will miss him.
Bill Lear
