Reformátusok Lapja, 1969 (69. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1969-04-01 / 4. szám
REFORMÁTUSOK LAPJA 11 pany itself has grown to well-deserved prominence and acceptance in the industrial community. Someone might think that Pemco is a huge, sprawling plant somewhere out in the nowhere. On the contrary, it is located alongside the Main North-South divide of Cleveland in the lovely rolling hills section shaved off hy primordial glaciers. The city itself is rightly named “the best location in the nation” housing over one thousand industries from mammoth to midget, being in the dead-center of a five-hundred mile radius where 60% of the U. S. populace resides, equidistant from New York and Chicago. Presently, there are incipient plans here to construct a bridge over Lake Erie to Canada, 64 miles long! The other, is to build a mammoth inter-metropolitan airport in the Lake to connect and centralize the evergrowing air traffic on the Eastern Seaboard. Cleveland had become an international seaport since the opening of the St. Lawrence and daily we can see the big ships from all over the world docking a hundred yards away from City Hall. Yet there is something in that city that stands out more prominently than its Terminal Tower (tallest in the Middle-West) an enormous accumulation of the foreign-born and the immigrant. Undoubtedly, New York leads in this race but they are lost in the faceless anonimity of the world’s largest city, while in Cleveland the Immigrant belongs to a significant group of his own kin and can exercise his influence through vote in the most decisive affairs of the Community. Anyone can easily miss Pemco Inc. driving along Rt. 21 for it is only marked hy one small marker humbly set at the entrance. The building itself could easily be mistaken for a modern one-floor home, not at all business-like and functional, however very much it is, inside. At first glance it is a hopeless cluster and conglomeration of all sorts of iron-working machinery, the trailer-long lathes of twenty tons capable of whittling off 1/10,000-tli of an inch, etc. . . Some 85 highly skilled workers, experienced machinists, and other specially trained individuals are teamed and tuned to the teeth to make (among other things) the most coveted lifesaving instrument of the world today. The closeness of machinery is only symptomatic of the relationship of this amazingly coordinated efficient team of artist-incold-metal. One can roam the floor for hours ’till he finds out who the boss is! Each man has something to make, to mold, to shape, to grind to some highly specified standard. As might be guessed, someone must, nevertheless be in charge of this operation. Mr. William Köteles is owner of this establishment and helped design the Pemco heart-lung machines which are the size of a small office desk, advantageous for easy shipping. “Bill”, as he would much rather be called, is an unassuming, telling type of the modern scientific man and mind, son of an immigrant who learned early in the family home the value of life and the sacred commitMr. William Köteles and Family ment of the Christian to keep it safe and sound and fit for the tasks. While you have read this short article, somewhere, on someone in the world a delicate operation has just been taking place... Anxiously the men on the surgical group are watching the dials, the pressure gauges, the complicated oxygen-mixing with blood while a little girl is asking the most heart-rending question in the world: “Is my Mom gonna’ come home?” Yes, darling, your Mom’s gonna come home because there are good and humhle men in the world whose vision, perseverance and ability will help your Mom, Come Home...
