Biography
Boyce grew up in New York, and went to college in Providence, Rhode Island. He earned his PhD in computer science at Purdue in 1971 . During his time at Purdue, he met his wife Sandy who was a nursing student. After leaving Purdue he worked on database projects for IBM in Yorktown Heights, New York. In the short period that he had, which was not quite two years long, he co-developed Boyce–Codd normal form. Together with Donald D. Chamberlin he co-developed Structured Query Language (SQL) while managing the Relation Database development group for IBM in San Jose, California. He died in 1974 as a result of an aneurysm of the brain, leaving behind his wife of almost five years, Sandy, and his daughter Kristin, who was just ten months old.
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