RossHi Ross,
http://vulcan.wr.usgs.gov/home.html
Volcanoes of the World, by Tom Simkin & Lee Seibert
Volcanoes of North America, by Chuck Wood & Jurgen Kienle
Good luck searching!
Sincerely,
Scott Rowland
Response by Chuck Wood
Ross Smith -
Chuck Wood
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Charles A. Wood, Space Studies, Univ. of North Dakota Phone 701-777-3167 Grand Forks, ND 58202-9008 FAX 701-777-3711 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Here's the passage from her manuscript:
[from earlier in the same doc....]
I cannot go back beyond the time I must have been only four or five years
old, and my father....
...as we went out into the country which was near in that early city of
Tacoma, Washington
[end]
My father was an Outdoor man, loving the mountains, and the forests, and one
of his joys was Camping Out. He had a cousing who shared his pleasure and
the two families use to "go camping: whenever the weather or time permitted.
I remember my first time, when the men pitched three big tents on the grey
brown prairie, and we campled for several days. This was of course a brand
new experience to me, and I followed the men about as they pounded in tent
pegs, and crushed the grass into a lovely fragrance. I remember only
probably our first night, when we lighted lamps in the Dining Tent, a still
cool evening, with the whistel of the little tree frogs, "zee-ing"
everywhere, and the sing-song crackle of crickets in the thickets around us.
There was no other sound. How difficult it would be today to camp safely in
that spot, not too far from town, for the first place, and in such silence,
with no cars, airplanes, or motor cycles to break that stillness.
I remember how almost frightening it was to see our great shadows on the
tent walls and the roof, and then the novelty of sitting on the long bechnes
as the table where our mothers set out bowls of dry cereals and milk, I can
even remember that the cereal was called "Force".
Snuggled down in a folding cot, with blankets tuched in tight, I lay in the
darkness, except for the light in the next tent, listening to the crickets
and the tree frogs, and the low talk of our elders near.
It was on that camping trip, that we awoke one morning to an eery orange
light which was weird and a bit frightening. "What was it!" even the
Grown-ups were alarmed. By noon it was as dark as night, and it was finally
said that some mountain miles away had "erupted" (what-ever that meant to
me) and that was ash.
REPLY by Ross
Sure - I'd love to investigate. I am originally from NJ, and now live in
Redmond, WA. From what I can gather so far, my grandmother was born in
Tacoma around 1898. She moved to the east cost around 1920, and I am trying
to piece together her life in WA state in a search for relatives, etc. The
letter is at home, I will send an exact copy of the text tomorrow - it is
part of a draft of her autobiography, writtent approx. 1980. She passed away
in 1989. I can send you a photocopy if you want, but either way, I'll send
out the text tomorrow.
Thanks, Rosss
Ross - Your Grandmother was an excellent writer! I think that if you have many letters like this you should try to get them published!
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