|Factory hands at Sterling Furniture on NW Nicolai at 29th Street,|
Portland, Oregon, circa 1980 (I am fourth from left, sitting on lumber)
|Sam Massabini, in the film|
Chariots of Fire
|That’s me, age 29, at the band saw. (I still have that cap!)|
|1930's rural camp revival|
When the young couple arrived at the cabin, he sat down on the edge of the bed in the corner of the room and motioned her to come hither. Gladly she ran, thinking to have her way with him, and threw herself across his lap. What a surprise! He spanked her seriously once or twice and then threw her off and stood up, ‘Let that be a lesson to you and don’t try it with me again, or I’ll tell your pa!’ A true story that sounds like it came right from the pen of Laura Ingalls Wilder.
|Tug boat on Lake Superior, 1940's|
|Another photo of me and some of my buddies at the furniture factory.|
Swearing was also something that never mounted farther than his throat, even if anger (or indignation) sometimes did. From him I also learned how not to swear. The closest he came to swearing was his use of the phrase ‘what in the Sam Hill…’ which is an old country Christian way to avoid saying, ‘What the he**…’ Perhaps because the spirit of my mentor is so dear to me, I have used the expression ever since, even though more than thirty-some years have gone by.
|Philippa and Martina, in the film Babettes gæstebud|
Yes, perhaps they do.