Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Transcript of 1998 Interview - Part 2

CJW: But he wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t change. It was a religion with him, that he would not change his swing.

JWW: Well, there may be something to be said for that.

CJW: And someone else wrote an article about his hitting, and made a point that he had extraordinary eyesight. When he was a player.

JWW: There’s a story about the American fighter pilot, Chuck Yeager, who may have had the same kind of eyesight. In his biography, I think it’s his autobiography, he talks about being able to see enemy aircraft at a distance of 50 miles. While he’s in the air, of course, and it’s very clear up there, but 50 miles is still a long way to see. Perhaps Williams had that kind of eyesight.

CJW: He was in the Air Force too.

JWW: Oh, that’s true. Yeah, he missed a number of years.

CJW: Five!

JWW: Five years.

CJW: Think of what his records would be.

JWW: Well, there’s at least a couple hundred home runs there.

CJW: Oh yeah. One of the fine things about his character, and a lot of people don’t like him. He never whined once about having to leave the game to go to war. He said, “I came back. A lot of my buddies didn’t.” Well, I admire Williams. I go along with those in … he may have not been the greatest hitter. One of the things about sports is its context. The 20s are not the 30s. Ty Cobb has been thought as one of the greatest hitters. Another is Rogers Hornsby. But one of the things about the time when Cobb and Hornsby were playing, is that pitchers would go 9 innings. And they might win 10 to 7. So that the good hitters were hitting against a pitcher they were facing 4 times in one game. And I think that made a difference.

JWW: Late innings might have been garbage time for batting averages.

CJW: Sure, yeah.

JWW: It would be interesting to go back and look at where those hits occurred.

CJW: Yeah, where the things accumulated. But of course, they still mention the curse of the Bosox, trading Babe Ruth. Not trading, selling Babe Ruth for $100,000 to the Yankees, because the owner of the Sox, his name was Frazee, needed $100,000 to promote some show he was putting on, on Broadway.

JWW: We don’t remember the show today, do we?

CJW: [Laughing] I haven’t the foggiest notion!

JWW: But we remember Babe Ruth!

CJW: Oh sure! Then of course they built the stadium, Yankee Stadium. No, Ruth was a fine fielder, great hitter, if you think about the all-time greats, you’d have to wonder where you’d put him – how high. Williams the same way. I think if Roberto Clemente had lived, he might be in that class. [He] died on a goodwill mission. Whenever I could, I loved Major League Baseball.

JWW: Well, maybe we could shift for a moment, and go to perhaps a related subject. You and I haven’t talked about this, so I’m trying to surprise you. I think most people who have seen you in a lot of situations where you may have gone to a movie, or you watched the Jackie Gleason show, or you saw some politician fall on his face … there aren’t many people who seem to enjoy watching the wind go out of the sails of some pompous person as much as you. We know you like slapstick, per se, but in a broader sense, I believe you have a real orientation to humor, especially when somebody who really deserves it, gets it. I wonder, what may have fed some of that … were there great comedians to see in the 20s or the 30s?

CJW: Not that I saw. Obviously I couldn’t go to live shows very much. We had radio, but really, radio comedians didn’t come in until about the 30s. Radio in the 20s was a very haphazard thing. I think … I don’t know why, but I have always detested sham, pomposity, gasbags, and I’ve probably been unfair to some of them. That is I. But you are right. One can get a secret delight in seeing some gasbag fall on his face. I still do.

JWW: TV evangelists and so forth.

CJW: Oh yeah. That bugged me. Well, that reminds me. One of the early impressions I had of that sort of thing was an evangelist named Billy Sunday, who was a real … he was an ex-major league baseball player. When he was illustrating his sermons, he would slide home on the platform. That was a little much. I never saw it, but I was told about it, or read about it. But I guess when I am considering a person, I really want to know who you really are. I know there are reasons why you may be this or that, or reasons why you may be exaggerating, or reasons why you feel a big load of guilt, but who are you really, and what sustains you? Those are the questions that bug me.

JWW: A couple of your grandchildren, and one of your children, have sent some questions, and they wanted to try to have you think about [them] while we are filming. Maybe we’ll just start out with Marj’s questions, and see where it leads us. Marj says that your grandson Mark Flower wanted to know what your parents told you about Sweden, if anything. What kind of … perhaps, comparisons or contrasts, they may have made, between the life you were living and what they had left in Sweden. I guess this is really, your father left Sweden, your grandparents left Sweden, but your mother was born here.

CJW: One of the great gaps is that my father never talked that much about Sweden. I don’t really know why. I don’t even know for sure why he left. But some of the few things I heard, that in addition to having a farm, his father, my grandfather Westman, was also the postman or letter carrier, probably similar to our RFD. I remember him saying that his father, when he would deliver mail, would drink 50 cups of coffee a day, because every place where he delivered a letter, he drank a cup of coffee. True? I don’t know. I did know that my father said one time that he had a couple of brothers who died by accident. One of them, I remember him saying, stepped on scythe when he was mowing alone, and bled to death before people found him. I don’t know how the other one died. He did have a sister that came to this country of course, Christina, who married Carl Nelson, in New York. Carl Nelson was a captain on a rich man’s private yacht. The rich man was named Gould.

JWW: Hmm. Interesting, huh?

CJW: Yeah. One time when Nelson was in the Boston area, he took my father and me to Quincy where the yacht was in dry dock. And I remember he gave us a brass spindle bowl from the yacht. It was around the family for many years.

JWW: I remember that being in the family. I don’t know where it would be.

CJW: I don’t know who has it now. But somebody does.

JWW: I remember that, yeah.

CJW: And Aunt Christina died, before my father did, and she had had several children. And for some time we were in touch with those children – Christmas cards, mainly. But I remember at the time my aunt Christina died, and of course neither of my parents went to the funeral in New York, they sent an 8”x10” picture of Aunt Christina in her casket, surrounded by her husband and the children, and I remember thinking to myself, what a sort of macabre picture that was. I think there was a time, I believe, it may be true, that Billy Nelson, who was about my age, maybe a little younger, became a Lutheran minister. And another of the cousins – I don’t know her last name, but it’s on that sheet that I distributed years ago, which I could still find if I had to, lived in Danbury, Connecticut. The older daughter, I forgot her name, she married a carpenter. Anyway, go ahead.

The only thing else, he didn’t say that much about Sweden. For years, we would get Christmas cards from cousins of his – I remember one that came for years and years, from someone named Esther Naslund.

He wouldn’t even speak Swedish in the home. I remember asking him, because I wanted to learn, and I remember he told me, “If I speak Swedish here, I’ll never learn English.”

JWW: How much Swedish was spoken in your home?

CJW: None. Occasional words, if they wanted to hide something from the kids.

JWW: The children, huh? Mark also asks about your childhood relationship with your sister Elsie.

CJW: That – that’s … there’s only one word for it that I can think of, and that is “remote.” She was 3 years younger than I, and after my father died, let’s see, I would have been almost 13, before I was 14, and she [was] 3 years younger, I was practically never home, because of being in school and having to work after school. The only thing I can tell you, is that it was remote … we never were close. After she was married, and I married your mother, we occasionally saw them in southeast Massachusetts, Fall River or some city like that, but not often. I had a big problem, that I didn’t know how to handle, frankly. Still don’t. Whenever I would see my mother alone, she would talk about the terrible treatment that Harry (Elsie’s husband) was giving the rest of the family. And then she would pledge me, “Don’t ever say anything about it to him or anybody else.” Which is a real frustrating experience, because, I’m sure you might feel like I do, you want to confront and say “What’s going on?” But I couldn’t do that. And that was a real problem for me.

JWW: You were talking a minute ago about working after school and so forth, and Marj writes that she’s interested in hearing you talk a little bit about some of the jobs you had, the ones you liked, which ones were the most lucrative … perhaps there’s a logical trail of that discussion into ending up in Canton, NY.

CJW: There is an obscure trail. I’ve tried to follow it through. Of course, after school and Saturdays, I worked at the John T. Connor grocery store, delivering groceries in a cart that I wheeled down the street here and there, and when I wasn’t doing that, I was doing odd jobs around the store, like bagging potatoes, which came in big burlap bags, and you put them in peck and half peck paper bags. And that paid me $4 a week. Afternoons from roughly 2:30 to 5:30 or 6; Saturday from 9 in the morning til 11 at night. But $4 could buy an awful lot of groceries. And I liked that job. I didn’t mind the walking, I met a lot of different people, and I was always interested in the differences in people, so I didn’t mind that job at all.

Then when I was in high school, the last 6 months of my senior year, I was excused from any classes, so that I could put in January through June working for an accountant in Boston, which was part of a study-work program that the school had. I had been in what had been called The Commercial Course, because all the relatives said, “you can’t go to college, so you’ve got to take something to get yourself a job.” So I was a fairly competent stenographer – typist, bookkeeper. And so I went to work for 6 months with Percy Gleason. Sounds like a name from a sitcom, doesn’t it?

JWW: [laughing] Well, it does sound like maybe Reginald Van Gleason the Third’s cousin or something like that.

CJW: Anyway, Percy Gleason was a CPA, with an office on Milk Street in Boston, and he had one young woman working for him. So I did odd job things, anything from typing, and of course, we didn’t have the kind of equipment you have today, so you had a very simple adding machine to add columns and verify them, and sometimes talking back and forth to check numbers. And I liked that; it paid $14 a week, and even though I had to subtract the car fare, but that wasn’t much.

JWW: This is on the … did you call it the El in those days?

CJW: We called it the El. I know in later years it was called the Metro, but that was long after I left Boston.

JWW: The MTA.

CJW: The MTA, yeah. So I enjoyed that job. I learned a lot. Other kids might have felt deprived of the last 6 months of high school, with all the festivities, but I did not, because I had never been able to participate in them anyway. So that was no loss for me.

In terms of the most lucrative job I ever had, I guess it had to be at Quonset Point, the naval air station during the war, when I ran a … I was sort of a foreman, or honcho of a warehouse. I think I was getting about $60 a week. I might have gotten a little more in a shipyard, but it was such a miserable working situation, working inside these ships, cleaning welds, and there was no … the air situation was terrible. The blowers just didn’t blow away the smoke and the grime and the …

JWW: You were grinding weldmans?

CJW: Yeah, I was a chipper. You know what a chipping gun is?

JWW: Hydraulic?

CJW: Yeah. And so you had to clean the welds, because they’d be spread all over the place, and so you had to shave them off.

JWW: What were you … were you looking for something as you cleaned these welds, or simply cleaning them?

CJW: I just cleaned them. [If you were asking if] I inspected them, no. They had other people … inspectors.

JWW: Looking for continuities.

CJW: So that was good pay. I think I got about the same. The problem with both of those jobs was that contracts ran out as the war was petering out. So then I got the job in the iron foundry in East Bridgewater, commuting from Whitman, and that was hard work. But then I was made foreman of the night shift, and so then I still got about $50 or $60 a week, which was pretty good pay. So in terms of most lucrative, before ministry, yes.

[Break]

JWW: Well back to the business of working prior to going to St. Lawrence. There are a couple stories stuck in the back of my mind that interest me now that we’re talking about it, and I don’t know that I can recall much about them, and I don’t know if they’d be more interesting. There’s a story that you dug graves [CJW nods], and there’s also a story that maybe your most lucrative job, on a per-hour basis, was driving a truck for a bootlegger. So I don’t know if any of that is true, but I wanted to hear you talk a little about that.

CJW: Well, the story about the bootlegger is very brief, because it wasn’t an ongoing thing. I drove two loads of vegetables from Fitchburg to Boston.

JWW: Vegetables.

CJW: Yeah. Behind the the crates of lettuce and stuff were grain alcohol.

JWW: This was maybe in the late 20s or early 30s?

CJW: Early 30s. Early 30s. I’d say … hardly a year or so before the repeal.

JWW: I see. So you were already out of high school.

CJW: Oh yeah. And of course … but I only did it twice. Caution took over. But I got $30 a trip.

JWW: Well that sounds like a pretty good hourly rate, doesn’t it?

CJW: Of course in those days you couldn’t go from Fitchburg to Boston in an hour, it took a couple hours. What was the other one?

JWW: Oh, talking about digging graves.

CJW: Oh, see after awhile in the foundry, I began to cough and cough and spit black, because the ….

[Break]

JWW: OK, we’re talking about working in the foundry and having to make a job change.

CJW: And so, unusual for me, I went to a doctor about it. And he told me to quit that job and get a job in the open air. And so, in Whitman, there weren’t that many jobs in the open air. And so I happened to come across the manager of the cemetery, and his assistant had just quit, so he hired me. And for not too long a period I was working for him. Of course, it wasn’t just digging graves, it was mowing grass, cutting weeds, …. I remember one trip we took the truck to go to Hanover, because someone wanted the remains brought to the Whitman cemetery.

JWW: Hanover, New Hampshire?

CJW: Hanover, Massachusetts. Which is not too far. So we took some burlap bags, because when we got down there, the wooden casket [had] entirely rotted away, and of course all we had were bones. Those were put in burlap bags, and transported back to the cemetery, and put in another coffin, and with some ceremony, then the family interred it with the rest of their relatives.

JWW: I going to assume this was another one of these closed-coffin affairs.

CJW: [laughing] Oh yes. Oh yes. I forget how long I stayed in that job, whether I stayed in that job til I went to St. Lawrence or not? I can’t remember. It was all mixed in that time … the foundry, the graveyard ….

JWW: Maybe we can back up a moment to before the bootlegging, and talk a little bit about when and how you came to drive an automobile, and what were some of your favorite cars, and Marj was wondering whether you remembered trying to teacher her how to drive, and then having both agreed that maybe the family harmony would be best served by her going to driving school.

CJW: I remember that well. I went to driving school too. There was really no one I could call on to teach me. So I went to driving school, and I remember it well, because the driving instructor had a brake on his side, as well as the brake on my side. So I took several lessons from him. And then I had my first car, which was an Essex Torpedo Roadster. Two-seater. The back was shaped like this [makes tapering motion with hands]. And I got my license OK, and I went to a great many places with my Essex Torpedo Roadster.

[Editor’s note: A number of luxury car companies – such as Bugatti, Mercedes-Benz, and Delahaye – produced roadsters with tapered back ends and named “Torpedo”, although Essex does not appear to be one of them. Consequently, he may be simply be referring to an Essex model that has that shape. One with that shape was called the Essex Speedabout Boattail Roadster.]

JWW: Was that your favorite car?

CJW: Yeah. All in all, certainly my favorite car, at least until I was driving Volkswagens, which really are my favorite.

JWW: Marj would like to know if you remember who your first love was.

CJW: Yes, I do....

JWW: She didn’t ask if you wanted to talk about it, but I will! You may not want to talk about it.

CJW: I don’t mind talking about it. This ties in with the Essex Torpedo Roadster. For awhile, in the summertime, some friends and I, they took a car - ‘cause my car only held two, you see – we would go to Old Orchard Beach, in Maine, on what was then called the Newburyport Turnpike. And Old Orchard Beach, Maine, had a wonderful pier, there were all kinds of shops along, and then you got to the big pier where there was dancing, with big bands on Saturday nights. And I got acquainted with a young lady who was dishing out ice cream at one of those stands on the pier. Her name was Yvonne Bouthott. And we got friendly, and I used to go up when I could on weekends. And I think our last date was Thanksgiving, when she invited me up for Thanksgiving with her family, all French Canadians, who didn’t like it that I wasn’t French Canadian and 2) that I wasn’t a Catholic. And that Thanksgiving was my only experience with rhubarb wine. I don’t particularly recommend it.

JWW: Maybe it did the job, though.

CJW: [laughing]

JWW: There was a … this is a digression, I’m sure … I remember even in the 70s, early 70s, when I moved back to Massachusetts, there was still, I think, a French school in Lynn, and I’m wondering if … or Boston, I’m not sure where it was now, but there was Boston Latin School, there was a Boston English School, and these were all really public schools, weren’t they?

CJW: I certainly remember Boston Latin and Boston English, which are public schools. But you had to be good to get in, for either one of them. Boston Latin still exists, I understand. I don’t know about Lynn. We have a fellow member of the church who worked for GE for years in Lynn … Buzz [inaudible], aeronautical engineer.

JWW: Maybe we can talk a little bit about reading and books. You seem to have been a voracious reader, and not just in terms of how fast the pages might turn, but also, you seem to have very good comprehension and retention, I would say exceptional. When did you first become aware of this passion?

CJW: About seven years old. Certainly by the time I was nine I was reading hours every night.

JWW: Not because you had to.

CJW: No, no, because I enjoyed it. You see, in Everett, there was the Parlin Library, named after the benefactor who gave the funds for it. And I would get books … some of them were the usual nonsense, like Zane Grey, and the Tarzan series, Frank Merriwell, Dick Merriwell, but also I read Dickens and liked it, there were some histories I read and liked it. I always liked biography from the time I was able to comprehend it, because I found, and still believe, that if you want to know a historical period, read the biographies of the principal characters who seem to be in that historical period. Because that way you get a balance. Historians have a bias, too, you see. So yes, I remember cold nights sitting by the stove with my feet in the oven, reading books.

JWW: Was this a wood stove, or gas oven?

CJW: Wood and coal. And so that meant ashes every day.

JWW: When during this sort of literary growing up did you run into Shakespeare?

CJW: I had read as a child, Lambs’ Tales from Shakespeare, if you have ever heard of that, which was really a prose simplification for young people of Shakespeare’s plots. I really ran into him as a sophomore in high school through the English teacher, I’ll never forget her, Matilda Clement. And she took us, in the course of the time she spent on Shakespeare, to see a play at Boston University put on by the players of that college: The Merchant of Venice, I’ll never forget it. And together with that, and being assigned Julius Caesar to report on, which to my mind is one of the most quotable, well, it started there. It started there. And it wasn’t until I retired that I was able to devote the kind of time that I wanted to. Since I’ve been ill, I’ve not read everything of Shakespeare every year, but for the couple years before that, I would read everything Shakespeare wrote, once a year.

JWW: Marj asked if you could re-read only one Shakespearean play, which one would it be, and why?

CJW: Too tough a question. Depending on my mood, it might be Hamlet or it might be Julius Caesar. On the other hand, if I wanted a delightful romance, well done, it would be As You Like It. That’s the only way I can answer that question.

JWW: Why might you have chosen Hamlet or Julius Caesar?

CJW: Because Julius Caesar illustrates so well the ultimate failure of the power-seeker. Julius Caesar failed, Brutus and Cassius failed, and in other plays, like Antony and Cleopatra, Antony failed. That would be my attraction to Julius Caesar. Plus the wonderful quotes. “Cowards die many times before their death, the valiant never taste of death but once.” And “The fault, dear one, is not in our stars, but ourselves.” [sighing, yeah]. I still …. And when I saw the Marlon Brando play, when he played Antony in Julius Caesar. That’s a great movie, I’d love to have that tape. Probably doesn’t exist.

JWW: There’s something in the news today about the top 100 films of all time.

CJW: I saw that.

JWW: And it turns out that Marlon Brando is in two of the top ten, I think.

CJW: Citizen Kane was [number] one.

JWW: That was, I think that was Orson Welles.

CJW: Orson Welles.

JWW: And then …

CJW: Casablanca.

JWW: That was …

CJW: [Number] two, I think.

JWW: Humphrey Bogart. But you had On The Waterfront and The Godfather, were two of his films.

CJW: Judy Garland is in there, for The Wiz[ard of Oz].

JWW: I have a question for you, since we’ve been going to Ashland [for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival], where Shakespeare himself might have acquired his insights into human nature, because he doesn’t reveal an insight, that I’m aware of, that’s really off the mark.

CJW: That is true. I once bet my friend Al Escanazi in Lakeland …

JWW: I remember Al.

CJW: … that – he was a psychologist – I tell you any psychological condition, and I’ll find you somewhere in Shakespeare that describes it. I lost the bet, because he finally came up with, a week later, multiple personalities.

JWW: There is a question – Al’s passed away, hasn’t he?

CJW: Oh no, no. No.

JWW: He’s alive?

CJW: His wife did. He’s remarried.

JWW: Oh, OK. Well, when you talk to Al, you might say that there’s been some literature lately about multiple personality disorder not being a real thing.

CJW: I was going to … I saw that …

JWW: So you might still be able to win the bet.

CJW: [laughing] I know! Too late.

JWW: What do you think might account for a person who is basically an entertainer, a playwright,

CJW: … entrepreneur

JWW: He was commercially successful, I think, in what he did, so for him to end up being such an observer and a psychologist seems amazing to me.

CJW: That is the great mystery and debate. Did Shakespeare write Shakespeare? Was it Francis Bacon, was it … or something or other. The weight of the evidence of most scholars is that he did. His plots were mostly old stories. He didn’t create plots particularly well. But the insights into human nature – that is the great mystery. How could he do it? It is true that schoolboys in those days, and he went to school, did study the classics. So he probably knew some Latin – maybe much Latin – and some Greek. Maybe. But other than that, it’s the big old question: how do you explain genius? Explain Beethoven to me! Or Mozart, or Picasso.

JWW: And if we aren’t ourselves geniuses, it may be impossible to do that.

CJW: It may be impossible.

JWW: Anything more you’d like to reflect on about Shakespeare, before we might move to another subject?

CJW: No, except that I’ll be looking at Richard III again, before too long.

[Break]

JWW: We’re recording now. OK, Marj was interested about the Second World War, and was interested in what the atmosphere was at home, the propaganda, what did we know about the Holocaust, how did we learn about things in the war, what was our source of information, what about the patriotism and so forth.

CJW: Of course, there was strong isolationism before Pearl Harbor in the United States. There were also strong bodies of support for Hitler, particularly [among] semi-Fascist organizations, like the Brownshirts, the Silvershirts, the German-American Bund. Where I first learned about Hitler’s treatment of the Jews was in the church. It was around 1938, in Springfield, Massachusetts, and the minister of our Unitarian Universalist Church there was Owen Whitman Ames, who came from the same city I did, and the same church, Everett, the Universalist church there, and Whit – that was his name – Whit Ames – I was there one Sunday when he preached an entire sermon on the anti-Semitism and the cruelty of Hitler and his gang, and the threat it represented to what we believed about people. That was my most complete introduction to the kind of things going on in Germany, and they weren’t particularly printed in the usual press. Whit Ames really introduced me to that.

Up to Pearl Harbor, I would say there was strong isolationism. Franklin Roosevelt ran on the platform “He Kept Us Out of War” - and there gradually began to build up some fears. Of course, I think there was considerable influence from England, and France, people sympathetic with what was happening to them. Particularly the low countries – Belgium, Holland, Denmark. There began to be many defense contracts let. People began to worry about the Japanese, because for years we had been shipping scrap iron to Japan, which of course they used for their war machine. At the time, nobody criticized it – it was a place to make money. But with Pearl Harbor, there was a complete switch. The feeling was – I won’t say unanimous – but it was almost total. The isolationist organizations had just faded out of the picture.

Of course we had the draft, we had the bond drives, we had all the propaganda machines of war hitched up to go. And so some of us who could not get into the armed services – I tried, it was a silly thing when you think of it, with a family – so I went to work for Quonset Naval Station first, and when the contracts expired there, at Hingham Shipyard, I went to the foundry. We had problems, of course, there was gasoline rationing, and people who drove people to work could get extra coupons, like the fellow from Whitman that drove four others beside himself, I don’t know how many coupons he got, but he got some, driving us Whitman to Hingham every day, for the job. There were other coupons for meat and sugar, I think. I don’t really recall much privation as far as food was concerned. Some of the things were things we wouldn’t have bought that much anyway.

Of course the employment of the war industries really stopped the Depression. I’m not sure when the Depression would have ended if had it not been for the war. And of course there was money being accumulated, because you couldn’t buy new automobiles, automobile industry was making airplanes and tanks. Some people … thousands and thousands of women had been working who had never worked before, and after the war was over, still wanted to work, creating problems here and there which still persist in terms of equality and all the things that you know about.

One of the worst things that happened – I was on a bus, I think I was was going from Whitman to Brockton, and D-Day, not D-Day, but the … [Germany] had just surrendered …

JWW: V-E Day

CJW: V-E Day. Some conversation was going on not far from us, and a woman said loudly, “I am so sorry the war is over, I never had such a good job.” And another woman jumped up and she just about slapped her, and she said, “My son died in France.” I remember that very vividly.

JWW: Both women really having honestly expressed their feelings about it.

CJW: Honestly expressed their feelings. So that woman that said she was sorry the war was over, I think a great many shared secretly that feeling. Not something you’d want to announce publicly.

JWW: Maybe back to the propaganda thing a little bit – in the early 60s when I went in the Army, Army recruits were taught to hate communists. And in the musical adaptation of Michener’s South Pacific by Rodgers and Hammerstein, Hammerstein writes that you have to be taught to hate others. What kind of teaching about hating Germans and Japanese was going on in mass media in those days?

CJW: Very little. You could hate.

JWW: So the Frank Capra stuff was not ubiquitous?

CJW: No, there were all kids of caricatures, particularly of the Japanese.

JWW: More subliminal than direct, maybe.

CJW: And they were the slant-eyes; they had other opprobrious names. And the Germans, of course, some had revived the World War I epithet, the Boche. Others revived alleged stories of mass killings, executions – some of which were true. But I have come to the conclusion that no nation has clean hands in war. We did a great many things that we didn’t advertise.

JWW: Sure. But you weren’t being taught to go to work every day with a special fervor about hating the enemy.

CJW: No, no, you went to work with the [mindset] of getting your job done for the day. And sometimes worrying what the hell was going on. For example, near Quonset, a nearby community called Davisville, became the headquarters for building Quonset Huts. That’s where they got their name, from Quonset Naval Air Station. And one time – I happened to know it because I was in the warehouse – they had a thousand station wagons parked over in Davisville. And people were crying for automobiles, and they couldn’t understand why they couldn’t buy a station wagon when there were a thousand of them parked for months in Davisville. Eventually, of course, they went to war too. I don’t know where, but ….

And the worst mistake that happened in my warehouse, there was a Persian rug that was to be shipped to an admiral, in Argentia Newfoundland, which was a naval base then, and by mistake, somebody in the warehouse made a mistake, and it went to Iceland. You’d think we had lost the goddamn war! That admiral was so P.O.-ed. I got my disillusionment with brass from that moment on.

And of course there was a lot of thievery going on. ‘Course, you couldn’t get supplies for your private business, like Romex cable, which was used then for electrical … so there were many instances where electricians on the base would take their shirts and pants off, and wind their bodies with Romex, and go out the gate. Or put some very nice tools in the lunchbox. They made random checks, but nothing great or efficient. So there were a great many people who took advantage of the war. Not only the so-called profiteers in the defense industry, but the average Joe Sixpack was doing things too, within those limitations.

JWW: Maybe we could spend the last segment this morning talking a little about becoming a minister. I know that you have said in the past that some of the classes you took at St. Lawrence were pretty easy for you because you’d done a lot of reading over the 15 years since high school, along with bringing a certain life experience and maturity to the job of being a student. What kind of things did you … well, maybe you could explain how you chose St. Lawrence in the first place, but then, what kind of things did you get from St. Lawrence that really took you to another level of understanding and knowledge that perhaps you weren’t aware of from your general reading. Did you continue to read while you were digging graves and all these things?

CJW: Yeah. Oh yeah. Well, St. Lawrence happened for two … there were two theological schools that trained Universalist ministers in this day (that was prior to consolidation with the Unitarians). Tufts, and St. Lawrence. Now, we had students at Tufts, and in Whitman, the student minister of our Unitarian church in Whitman was David Hayman, whom I’m sure you’ve heard the name, you may even remember him.

JWW: I remember David.

CJW: He was kind of a wild sort of guy. And it turned out that your mother and I, seemed most Saturday nights were the ones who put him up, fed him a Saturday night meal and put him up for the night – he and his girlfriend Frances. He never stopped kidding that he always got spaghetti on Saturday nights. I don’t think I often told him he was lucky to get that. So we became good friends. He was a good person at deflating windbags, too, which I liked. I think the first sermon I heard him preach in Whitman, he said, “Some people want to know the difference between a real Christian and a fan in the bleachers at Fenway Park. A real Christian sings, ‘Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus’, and a fan in Fenway Park says ‘For Christ’s sake, sit down!’”

So we became friends, and when he got kicked out of Tufts, expelled …

[Interruption]

… even though I had to leave it because of the black stuff in my lungs. I had been the spokesman for the union, the labor union, the laborers, When they made me foreman, the boss told me, “You can’t speak for the union anymore. That’s over. You just keep your mouth shut and do what I tell ya.” I said to myself, “There must be something better than this.”

JWW: What kind of classroom or academic experiences stand out from your years at St. Lawrence?

CJW: It is more than the character of some of the the faculty that stands out, more than particular classroom experiences. I did well in all my classes, frankly, the record is there, I was elected to Phi Beta [Kappa], but the character, particularly of the Dean, John Murray Atwood, and Angus MacLean, particularly, but also, to a lesser degree, Vincent Miles, the homiletics professor, and Max Kapp, who taught church history, the sense that they created that we were a real family, the whole bunch of us at theological school. I was not the only married student at that time, although there weren’t many. And there were older students. None as old as I, but some who had done service in the war, coming back after the war. So between the Dean particularly, but also Angus and Max, there was a real sense of family. A real sense of family. And those that could would gather almost every afternoon downstairs in the theological school and play ping-pong, or swap stories, or tell [them]. So it was the character of the faculty, I think, more than any particular course or instance that made it so good for us.

JWW: How large was this group of students, becoming UU ministers?

CJW: At that time, we probably had 15-18.

JWW: In the total undergraduate school?

CJW: No, well, some were in graduate school, some were in undergraduate school and theological, you could do both in those days.

JWW: So it was a small group.

CJW: Yeah, and not all went into the ministry. Some didn’t last. I remember one fellow, why he ever entered the school, I don’t know, well, I do know, but he had been a bullfighter in Spain, as a kid – [so] he said. I believe he had been in Spain. [laughs] I think he had to leave because he had an affair with a young English instructor, in the college.

A couple others left because they found it just wasn’t for them. You see, it was a great place to get an education, because the semester fee was $150, and most of us got scholarships for that.

JWW: So you had to support …

CJW: You had to support yourself. So that’s when I went to work for the bank. I became a bank janitor.

JWW: And that’s when you found out about what Willie Sutton said when he was asked why he robbed banks?

CJW: That’s where the money is! No, they treated me wonderfully. Ralph Michaels was the president of the bank, and his wife was Helen Sykes, and she was the daughter of a one-time president of …

[Break]

JWW: OK, we are rolling. I think when we broke for lunch, when we started this tape, I think we were talking about St. Lawrence, and I’m not sure we got the last couple minutes of what you were saying, because I think I ran out of tape. But you were talking about the fact that sense of community, the specific professors, more so than the school, and perhaps you would have some more comments on that, or perhaps you’d comment on the – aside from the financial impact,...

[End of Part 2]

Friday, November 9, 2012

Transcript of 1998 Interview - Part 1

JWW: OK, Dad, we’re filming now. This is Carl Westman, of Sarasota, Florida, formerly of Everett, Massachusetts. I was looking at a piece of paper that’s in one of my family folders the other day and it has a little diagram of Oliver Street and George Street, and 32 Oliver Street is a number that sticks in my mind...

CJW: That’s the address.

JWW: … as where you had lived but I wasn’t sure if that’s where you were born? You were probably born in ______ .

CJW: They did not live there when I was born.

JWW: They did not … OK.

CJW: I was born in Boston Lying-In Hospital, and at the time, my parents lived in Roxbury, either on Vernon Street or Mount Vernon Street. And I am told that it was – what in the Boston area we called a three decker. Do you know what a three decker is?

JWW: I have to say no.

CJW: It’s a house with a flat top with three apartments [in] it. And Roxbury now – in the ensuing years – has become no longer a safe place to live, of course. I think Vernon, or Mount Vernon, is probably in the heart of the … tough district, inner-city.

When I was two, they moved to Everett. Not to 32 Oliver Street, but a block away, a long block away, with a little turn around the corner, was the corner of Ferry Street and Union Street. And there was a two-family house at the corner of Ferry and Union, where we lived – I think until I was about four or five. And then they bought that house at 32 Oliver Street, and I’ve gone back, just to see the outside. And it’s amazing how small it was. I knew it was small; I didn’t realize how small it was.

JWW: We’ll probably get into some of the other places you lived later, but my question about them is whether or not you have … have you thought about all the different addresses you’ve had, and can you see in your mind something about the houses you’ve lived in, or are some of them lost in time.

CJW: Many of them yes, some of them lost. There are some that I have distinctive memories of, others not.

JWW: Part of my reason for asking is that I had taken my mother up to 88 Prospect Street in Boston one year …

CJW: Did you?

JWW: … maybe about three years ago, and I drove up, gosh, it may have been Chestnut Street that climbed the hill up to Prospect Street, I’m not sure about that … it was certainly … we lived sort of halfway halfway between the Portuguese Church – Our Lady of Good Harbor or …

CJW: Good Voyage.

JWW: … something like that, and the actual Universalist Church, but I don’t remember the street that came up, and we drove up that street and I pointed it out to her and I said – I’ll be brief, this is not about her or me, this is about you, but …

CJW: It’s alright.

JWW: I said, “Well, do you remember it?” She said, “Remember what?” I said, “Well, we lived there.” She said, “No, I don’t remember that house.” I said, “Well, how about Mrs. Murphy and her two daughters? You must remember Mrs. Murphy.” “Well, I don’t remember Mrs. Murphy.” So for whatever reason, Gloucester wasn’t a strong memory for her. And perhaps there’s other places in your life ....

CJW: It is a very strong memory for me. I have some notion about why your mother may have blocked it out.

JWW: Well, in any event, we did have a nice time that day, we were around Wingaersheek Beach. Back to Roxbury if I might, and try to go back to …. what might be of interest to your descendants, who may have the most interest in this tape, but who knows, maybe St. Lawrence University will want it someday, I don’t know …

CJW: No way in the world!

JWW: … is to maybe talk a little bit about your mother and your father in terms of their people, and what you may know about where they came from, and how they came to be in Massachusetts, and the kind(s) of professions they held … for example, I remember you talking about – when you mentioned Ferry Street – I remember you talking about Uncle Andrew coming up Ferry Street at times … holiday times …

CJW: from the streetcar.

JWW: Right, yeah. And so I’d be very interested – and I think others would be too – to hear you a little about … maybe start with you, your mom or your dad, and talk a little bit about what you know about their forebears.

CJW: Let’s start with my mother, because I know more. On that little sketch that you saw...

JWW: She’s Elsie. No, no, she’s not Elsie, she’s Elizabeth.

CJW: My mother is Elizabeth.

JWW: Your mother is Elizabeth. Right. Your sister was Elsie.

CJW: There was Oliver Street, and at right angles was George Street. Right across from 32 Oliver Street, on the corner of George and Oliver, was another two-family house, in which, for awhile, my uncle John Granstrom and my mother’s sister Florence lived. And also on George Street, you could easily throw a baseball from my house to the house where my grandparents lived and owned – a two-family house, they owned it, they lived in the upper floor ....

JWW: These are the Wilsons?

CJW: The Wilsons. John Wilson and my grandmother. Annette, who was called Anna.

JWW: I didn’t know where Marj’s middle name came from until just now. I don’t know why I didn’t.

CJW: That’s where it came from, just as your middle name came from my grandfather.

I’d have to say that, and maybe I’ve said this in some of my musings, my grandfather John Wilson was just about the most wonderful man I ever met. For one, he was unfailingly kind. One of the stories that was told to me, when I was a little child, they would say “Who’s grandpa?” and I would go like this [makes motion of flicking ear with hand]. And the reason, or the cause, was he used to carry me around on his shoulder, and in those days there were many, many mosquitoes in the early evening. And so he would brush them away with his hand, from his face. So when they asked me who grandpa was, I would do this [motion again].

He was a clearly skilled man in terms of crafts. He was a carpenter, of course, but he also was a pattern-maker. A pattern-maker, for those in the future who won’t understand what that is, when you are pouring cast iron into a sand mold, you have to pour it into a hole. And, to make that hole in the shape of a toy six-gun, or something like that, you have to have a pattern. And it was then made of wood, and the pattern was carved, so that the molder, who pressed the mold into the sand, take it out carefully, put the top down, and there’s a little vent to pour the molten iron. So obviously, if you don’t have an accurate pattern, you’re not going to have a very good product. And so that was one of his jobs, was a pattern maker.

JWW: So he must have been, in a sense, a bit of a sculptor.

CJW: Yeah. Or carver, if you want to put it that way. He also worked for a piano factory. I’m not sure exactly what his job was. My guess is it was building the cabinet, but I don’t know that.

JWW: There’s a large iron casting in most modern pianos, and it is possible he built the pattern for those castings.

CJW: Could be. And I well remember his – when my grandmother was still alive, she must have died when I was 5, 6, or 7 – I still remember ….

JWW: This was Annette.

CJW: Yes. And they lived on the second floor, and he would get home from work, about 5 o’clock … no no, closer … he had to take the streetcar, probably closer to 6 – the first thing he would do was have a glass of hot water and whisky, and light his pipe. Unlike some of the other men in the family like my father and my uncle, I never saw him perceptively under influence of alcohol. That wasn’t true of the others, but it was true of him. Whether he had a great capacity, or if he was very sparing in what he drank, I don’t know. Finally, after my grandmother died in a couple years, the aunts – his daughters, my mother, aunt Florence, aunt Fanny, persuaded him to sell the house, and come to live with them successively. Nowadays you would say “well, that won’t work” and of course it didn’t, but he would visit for occasions. But he sold the house to an Italian family – Italian-American immigrants – their name was Digiloma, and they just adored my grandfather. I don’t know why it was, that they felt he was good in selling them a house, where they were the first Italians on the street, or whether they just liked him, they just thought the world of him. It was a large family.

JWW: Maybe they liked everybody.

CJW: Maybe they liked everybody. But I remember Angelo particularly, because Angelo helped form some of my ideas about things. Angelo, when I was 7 or 8, was probably in his mid or late 20s. He couldn’t work because he had a badly crippled hand. He had been working in a shoe factory in Everett, and it was caught in the machinery. He had a pension – not a pension … whatever you call that, compensation.

JWW: Disability.

CJW: $6 a week.

JWW: What did $6 buy in those days?

CJW: That would buy a fairly large family food for a week.

JWW: But it wouldn’t pay any rent or buy a car or anything like that.

CJW: No. But he was a very nice guy, very affable, easy to get along with, I think he might have been a little slow mentally, or else it was the trauma of this thing ….

JWW: I don’t know if you’ve been in factories like that in recent years, but today to run machinery like this which opens and closes like presses, both hands have to be outside of the work area and press two safety buttons on the side, or the machine won’t run. So many such accidents like that simply don’t happen today – not that they don’t have accidents, but ….

CJW: No I understand, well I think that’s a great thing.

JWW: It’s kind of a long march from seeing that to today, when we talk about the legitimate role that government plays, and some of these safety standards have made a big difference in the lives of everyday people.

CJW: Exactly. Exactly. I remember, when I was in Plainfield, one of the men I knew, worked for, it may not have been OSHA, but a predecessor to OSHA, I’m not sure what it was called. Someone told me that OSHA wasn’t formed until 1970, and I was gone from Plainfield by that time. Maybe it was the state. He worked for either the state or the nation. His job was to drop unexpectedly in on various manufacturing plants and check them out for safety.

JWW: This is less a discussion of me than it is your talking about some of these things, but I might go back and re-direct you in … here we have Angelo who is an Italian immigrant, disabled from working in a shoe factory, and perhaps later we can get into why there are so many shoe factories in Lowell, and Lawrence, and places like that.

CJW: And Whitman?

JWW: And Whitman. I didn’t remember that, but I’ve known people who came from northeast Massachusetts who had worked in the shoe factories, I’m not sure if it was the … some of the materials were right at hand there, or it was simply that that kind of labor was abundant and inexpensive, so it was natural for it to grow up there.

CJW: One of the things … Whitman, I think, was sort of an outpost from Brockton, which was a large shoe center, with several factories. Whitman had Bostonian and Regal. I’m not sure either brand is in existence now, but if they are, they’re not made in the U.S. I don’t know the reason – we certainly weren’t near cattle country for hides.

JWW: No, but there was a lot of water, and if you were going to tan hides, you could use tannic acid, and you needed to wash these hides a lot, there was a lot of water coming down through the Merrimack and perhaps other rivers that flowed into Massachusetts Bay.

CJW: Yeah, right. I remember some years ago, a friend of mine telling me, that the reason there were so many mills all through New England, is that almost anywhere you go, there’s water running downhill, and there’s your power.

JWW: So in what kind of ways might this Angelo have had an influence on you, at this sort of pre-teenage ….

CJW: It’s hard to say, it was somebody you could sit down with and talk. He could talk the language of the kid. I was interested in some of the things he told me about the shoe factory, and what they liked in their household, such as pastas, spaghettis, and wine, which then was called – it would be prejudiced to today, but then we called it guinea red. I wouldn’t dare call [it] that today, publicly.

JWW: I have to say that when I was growing up and first got exposed to wine, the terminology was more or less the same, but it was referred to as dago red.

CJW: Yeah, exactly. Yeah.

JWW: No one would call an Italian a dago today.

CJW: No. Or a guinea. Sometime I’ll ask an expert on words, what’s the origin of those two? I know guinea was a coin in some European countries.

JWW: And a hen.

CJW: And a hen, and it was a country in Central America. Anyway, so there we were, until my grandfather sold his house, there was the Wilsons, the Westmans, and the Granstroms, all living in within almost the size of a baseball infield.

[break]

JWW: We’re back on camera this morning after a Mennonite meal last night.

CJW: I’m not sure that barbecued ribs is strictly Mennonite.

JWW: Well, the broasted chicken was probably not Mennonite either, but I don’t know how they roasted a chicken and made it taste like it was fried. I know somebody who will know that.

CJW: Maybe it was a snare [?] and a dilution.

JWW: Renee will know the answer to that question. She will probably say, “Well, they did fry it first.”

CJW: That could be.

Oh yeah. My grandfather and his brother Andrew, Uncle Andrew, came from a city on the Baltic – no, the Gulf of Bothnia, which separates Sweden and Finland. Now, my grandmother came from another city on the Bothnia. In other words, I don’t know. There are two cities. One is Härnösand, or Örnsköldsvik. Now the brothers came from one of those cities and my grandmother came from the other. But I don’t know which was which.

According the family story, and I have no way of proving whether these stories are true, or whether some of these are imagination, or romantic enhancement, but anyway the story was that Annette Brock was a ballet dancer in Sweden, and even was in a company that had danced in Russia. True? I don’t know. Uncle Andrew and my grandfather, according to the family story, shipped as cabin boys to sea when they were somewhere between 10 and 12 years old. My grandfather was the older of the brothers by about three years, maybe.

JWW: What year do you think he might have been born?

CJW: I know when my grandfather was born: 1842.

JWW: Oh, OK. Do you know what year he died?

CJW: Well, if you take 1942 and subtract 7, 6 or 7 because he died at 93. So that would make it ‘36.

JWW: So he really lived beyond your father’s life.

CJW: Oh yes. He lived for many years.

JWW: Of course, we’re talking about you mother’s father, not your father’s father. So your grandfather was alive after your father died.

CJW: Oh yes, for something like 12 to 14 years. Now, Uncle Andrew stayed on the sea as a ship’s carpenter all of his working life. When my grandfather quit the sea and married Annette Brock, and came to the United States, I do not know. I do know that their daughters were born in the United States. There was Anna, Elizabeth, Florence, Fannie, Callie [Carrie?], and possibly one other, all girls.

JWW: Amazing.

CJW: So when they arrived in Boston – now, whether they came directly to Boston or went to Ellis Island first and then to Boston, I have no idea.

JWW: Was there an Ellis Island kind of place in Boston?

CJW: I think there probably was. And of course, as I told you, he had many skills, and another thing that they did, they were living in – for those who know the Boston area – they were living in the Neponset section of Dorchester.

JWW: There’s a famous traffic circle there now which I think routinely comes up in the morning news as a place where there are snarls of cars and so forth – the Neponset Circle.

CJW: I have no doubt. The Boston rotaries were great fun. It has been said that if you learn to drive in Boston around their rotaries, you can drive anywhere. Anywhere.

So they came there and in addition (and again, this is a family story, but I do think it is true), they opened … they had a house large enough, so that they operated a boardinghouse. Not only did they have a big bunch of girls, they took in as boarders young immigrants from Sweden, among whom was my uncle John Granstrom, who married one of the sisters (Florence), my father who married one of the sisters (Elizabeth); I’m not sure that my uncle Karl Staal, who married Anna, was a boarder or not.

One of the things that came through to me, and I may be subjective about this, but I had evidence or feeling that my family was quite prejudiced against my uncle Karl Staal because he was a Finn, and they were Swedes. Now, whether in the 19th century there was prejudice between Sweden and Finland, I have no idea. But I think so. Anyway, there was another element that I got the impression, I think as a little boy with big ears, the sisters Florence, Fanny, and Elizabeth, did not like Karl Staal because they blamed him, because their older sister Anna, his wife, had at least 8 children and died quite young. I never saw her. Now, of course it’s silly to do that, because it takes two to tango.

JWW: Where was Margaret Sanger when we needed her?

CJW: Right! And so I never knew my aunt Anna, but inasmuch as cousin Russell was a year older than I was, and cousin Ralph a year younger, she must have died when I was about two.

JWW: Does that suggest maybe that there was an expectation that abstinence would be a normal part of family life, as far as sexual relations were concerned at the turn of the century, as a way of birth control?

CJW: The only thing I heard about that was in a few later years when it was a recommended policy by Roman Catholics who were against various artificial means of birth control.

JWW: What – we’ll get to hopefully the church a little bit later in this tape, but when all these Swedes arrived, and showed up at your grandparent’s boardinghouse, what sort of religious affiliations, convictions, beliefs did they bring with them, and what about your grandparents?

CJW: That’s one of the fascinating stories; I’ve told it many times. Now, if one came from Sweden in those years, you could count on being Lutheran. Not many of them were practicing Lutherans, but technically. And thereby hangs a tale. One of the sisters, Carrie, whether that was short for Caroline, I don’t know but I doubt it, I think that was her name, she died of a disease which was feared to be quite contagious. Spinal meningitis. And the Lutheran minister sent word around to my grandparents that in view of his responsibility to his congregation, and his family, he did not feel he should expose himself to contagion by conducting the funeral. Then, as the story goes, a few hours later or a day later, a knock came on the door, and it was a man who introduced himself as the Unitarian minister, and said, “It has come to me that you might need a minister to conduct the funeral for your little girl.” And he said, “If I am acceptable, I would be willing to do it.” So from that point on, my grandparents and their children were Unitarian, but when they moved to a city where there was no Unitarian church, Universalist. And that is probably the reason for my long religious affiliation. Just think if that hadn’t happened, maybe I’d be a Lutheran minister.

JWW: How many years between your mom and Carrie?

CJW: I have no idea. I have no idea. I don’t know where to place [her]. I do know that Anna was the oldest, and that my mother was the next oldest, but in terms of Florence, Fanny, and Carrie, I’m not sure where Carrie came in there. And at least two of the Swedish immigrant boarders, as I said, married girls of the house.

JWW: Your aunts.

CJW: Right, and my mother. Now, whether they decided [on a] boardinghouse for that reason or not, I don’t know, but if you have 5 or 6 daughters in the 19th century, I suppose you have to think, where int the world are we going to find husbands for them?

JWW: This might have made an interesting subject for sitcom like Upstairs, Downstairs, if we had such things then. My mind runs to questions like, I wonder how long it took for the girls to decide to marry and settle down, as opposed to seeing who the next immigrant was going to be!

CJW: [Laughs] So that was how … why Florence married John Granstrom, and my mother married my father. That was their introduction, anyway.

JWW: Do you recall hearing whether or not meals were eaten as a community or [whether] the family ate separately from the boarders, or.... ?

CJW: I never heard that, I don’t know. They might have been just roomers, rather than boarders. But in those days, because of so few restaurants, I assume they were boarders. And then of course, when my grandparents moved to Everett, and bought that house on George Street, three of the daughters lived within a baseball throw – of center field – Staals, Anna, and my mother and father, and the Granstroms lived right across the street. Within, as I say, smaller than a baseball diamond. Then … but it wasn’t long before Uncle John and Aunt Florence moved to Roxbury, because that’s where he had his garage. He had a garage where he rented out limousines (and hearses) for funerals, and of course it had a repair shop, and storage for automobiles, and a couple of gas pumps, which were the filling station of the day.

JWW: I wonder where these immigrants got the capital to start businesses like that.

CJW: I have no idea, but another family story, that may or may not be true (but I think it is) [is] that Uncle John – John Granstrom – was a professional wrestler. And I think then, as now, it wasn’t sport, it was entertainment. Anyone who thinks of professional wrestling as a sport is an idiot. But anyway, that’s beside the point. So he might have accumulated a few bucks that way.

He was very enterprising, obviously. I remember in the [19]20s, around the time my father died, that he had 5 or 6 Cadillac limousines, one Cunningham, which was a name then that made hearses and limousines; he had, I think, 3 or 4 hearses (3 of them black, and one white, because you used a white hearse for children’s funerals – and there were many of them in those days). And I remember … he used to have a bunch of freelance drivers. Sometimes all the Cadillacs would be gone morning and afternoon: morning for a Catholic funeral, afternoon for a Protestant funeral. I remember now that the drivers got two dollars. If you drove in the morning you got two dollars; if you drove in the afternoon you got two dollars more. So the most you could make would be about $24-$26 a week. But there was no lack of candidates to drive those things. So he had a very thriving business.

I remember another little item that at that time the Cunningham hearses were manufactured in Rochester, New York (or was it Buffalo – Rochester, I think). I remember one time when he bought a new one, he took a train up to the Cunningham works to drive the hearse back himself. … After my father died, they sometimes would give me a job working Saturdays, if I wasn’t working somewhere else. And I remember they had a lot of what would now be collectible cars – classics: Stearns-Knight, Stutz, of course, Pierce-Arrow. Many of them very large cars. And then of course, when his son, my cousin Henry (his first name was John, but they didn’t want to call him by his father’s name, so they called him by his middle name, Henry). When he grew up and went to college, and I think quit college in his sophomore year, whether his father pressured him or he chose it, he went to embalming school, and they set up a funeral home, which lasted for many years.

JWW: In business schools today they would refer to that kind of a strategy of backward integration. They were already in the delivery business as far as corpses were concerned, they could backward integrate into corpse preparation.

CJW: It was a good move apparently, as far as I know. My cousin, he died 2 or 3 years ago at the age of 88. He was 4 or 5 years older than I was. So we were friends, but not close. One of the stories he told, when he was at Harvard, where I think he lasted through his sophomore year, he had a date for some dance at the university ([maybe] called prom then, I don’t know). So he was kind of a big guy, so he said “What kind of a car would you like to ride in? We could take my Ford convertible, I can borrow one of my father’s Cadillacs … what would you like?” “Oh, I don’t care, drive any car you want.” So he picked her up in a hearse.

JWW: [Laughs] Today one would question the motives for choosing such a vehicle.

CJW: It may have been [an im]proper motive then! As I say, although we weren’t close, he was … we certainly weren’t hostile to each other at all. I stayed many times – not many times, sometimes … they had a big home in Roxbury, but they had a summer home at Wollaston Beach, which is part of Quincy. So they had a cottage (it was about 8 rooms) within walking distance to the beach. So many summers I was there, 4 to 5 times a year, for overnights, swimming, and so forth. They were very good to us.

I think Uncle John felt responsibility of some kind that he survived the boating accident, when the other two did not.

JWW: He was in the boat, with your dad?

CJW: [Nods] You see, there was Uncle John, his brother Andrew Granstrom …

JWW: Another Andrew?

CJW: Another Andrew, and my father. Now, the particular circumstances I do not know. The story we got was that they were in the dory, a motorboat, moored, and they were rowing to land at a place called Hough’s Neck, where they had some source for getting some whisky – booze. This was [during] Prohibition. And then a squall came up, and the dory capsized. And Uncle John held on to the dory, but he said he never did see the other two.

JWW: I think of Homer Winslow and pictures showing dories to be very seaworthy-type craft. And so this must have been quite a squall.

CJW: It also raises questions that I’ve thought of as an adult. Were they sober? It’s a hard question, and I don’t know the answer, but it’s certainly a possibility, because I knew my father could swim. I don’t know about Andrew Granstrom. Just to be capsized from dory, it would seem strange never to be seen again.

JWW: Unless you were struck on the head by the gunnel of the boat.

CJW: That is what Uncle John thought. So it was a week before his body was found. Found off Hingham, which was another place on the south shore of Massachusetts. So when the funeral was held, it had to be what they called closed-casket.

JWW: Because of the length of time.

CJW: Length of time in the water; and there were crabs, et cetera, who would have had a feast, you see. I still remember the name of the funeral home, because again, it was a Swede. And Uncle John, who really took care of things, as far as the funeral was concerned, he got this … he was in Cambridge Massachusetts, the man’s name – I still remember – was Christian Berglund.

JWW: Sounds pretty Scandihoovian.

CJW: [Laughs] It is Scandihoovian! So … well, what else?

JWW: Well, maybe we could go back … we talked a little bit about your grandparents John and Andrew having slipped out of Sweden at a pretty early age. I’m not sure we talked about where Annette came from. And then it would also be interesting also to hear a little more bit about what you know about your dad’s …

CJW: This has always been perplexing to me, particularly as I grew up, and starting thinking about questions after he was long gone. Why did he leave Sweden? One story I heard was that the oldest brother got the farm, and the younger ones had to find something else. He was in the Swedish Army for a spell, because in Everett there was a large picture on the wall, oh, larger than that [points to picture on wall] of my father dressed in military uniform, holding a saber. But I never heard him say a word about his army service.

JWW: I think you’ve told us he was tall.

CJW: No.

JWW: Your father.

CJW: My father was just a little short of six feet. It was my grandfather and Uncle Andrew were tall. They were about 6 foot 4.

JWW: I see. OK. Which is interesting because at least one of their daughters, Elizabeth, was not very tall.

CJW: No. You see, my grandmother, Anna, was very short.

JWW: Maybe a nice size for a ballerina.

CJW: Yeah, I have a vague memory of it, as I was very young when she died, but again, I think she was about 77. Her hair was black, and she was short, rather plump, and kind. I remember that. But other than that, other than the rumored story about her originally being a dancer, I don’t know.

JWW: Perhaps to move to a slightly different subject for a few minutes here, I have had a little interest in what the European world was like up to and during the First World War. And of course, those were the first 5 to 7 years of your life. And I don’t know when you would say today your memory goes back to in terms of the … of course it was different for the American involvement than it would have been for the Europeans, who were much more in it, but I’m curious about the wartime, and any special memories you have of that, the subsequent typhoid epidemic, and some of the things that were part of everyday life in Boston Massachusetts.

CJW: I don’t have many distinct memories of World War I. I still remember they had big placards with the image of Uncle Sam, with his finger pointing, “I Want You.” The clearest memory I have, I think it was the second grade, and it was the day that the Armistice was announced. November 11, 1918. And I still remember that second grade teacher. Her name was Mrs. Sparrel. But of course we called her Mrs. Sparrow. [Laughs]. And when she told us that the war was over, the tears were streaming down her face. Very distinct memory of that. It was in school that we were told. That’s the clearest memory I have of World War I.

Oh, I heard stories about the Yankee Division, which was a New England division, and where they fought, and they didn’t register particularly on me. After the war was over, of course, there were many, many veterans, who were in various ways. My father’s best friend was a veteran of World War I. His name was Joe Dostey. Other than that, no, my memories are fairly vague.

My father used to take me to Major League ballgames at Fenway Park when he could. Outside of bowling, that was the only thing that I know of that he was interested in. And he told me, I remember this, that he took me one time when Babe Ruth pitched a shutout for the Boston Red Sox. And he talked about a great pitcher who was called Smokey Joe Wood.

And one of the interesting things, that I don’t think is true of baseball today, they by no means had the big crowds that they get today, but at Fenway Park on the first base side, partially down the right field line, around one of those great big iron pillars, there’d be a whole cluster of fans, maybe 50 or 60, with all kinds of vacant spaces around them. So one time I asked my father, when we were sitting in the right field bleachers, “What are they doing?” And, this was when I was old enough to remember, he said, “Those are the gamblers.” He said, “They bet on every pitch, every out.” He would say, “One fellow might say ‘Five dollars that the next pitch is a strike.’ ‘Take you.’” And “(So much) that this fellow strikes out.” “(So much) that they won’t score.” And apparently it was tolerated, because it certainly couldn’t have been a secret. It’s one of my distinct memories about baseball at Fenway Park. Unlike today, where the field is flat going out to the Green Monster, there was an embankment going up like this [motions with hands, indicating a topographical contour on the field], so that your great outfielders had to climb the embankment to make a spectacular catch.

JWW: There’s probably a good story somewhere as to why the park was designed that way.

CJW: I suspect it was designed that way because of the description of the land they bought to put in that [park?], because that was not the original site. I used to read that the Red Sox used to play at what was called the Huntington Avenue grounds. I’m wandering, aren’t I?

JWW: That’s OK. I’m just checking our time. We’re doing good. Maybe just to pull on that thread a little bit about the Red Sox. Maybe you can recall some of the players that I first became aware of in the late [19]40s. I found out in later years that one of the reasons why pitchers like Ellis Kinder were so effective was that the opposing batters were pretty sure the guy was badly hung over. There must have been a lot of escapades by fellows like this that maybe the press knew all about it, I just don’t recall reading about it.

CJW: There were many stories like that. Not only Ellis Kinder, but there was a pitcher, last name, Alexander … Grover Cleveland Alexander, who came in in the 9th inning of the World Series between the Yankees and the Dodgers in the early [19]20s, and I think he struck out the side. And they said because he had pitched the day before, he was drunker than a skunk. So that’s true? I think it is, because it’s part of the baseball lore.

I remember too, some of the players the Red Sox had, who are now history, but I remember seeing. They had a right-fielder named Ike Boone. Now Ike Boone was as fine left-handed hitter, and could hit for distance. But he couldn’t field worth a damn. In fact – I didn’t see it – but the newspapers reported it a couple times, but instead of catching the fly, the ball hit him in the head. So I remember Ike Boone.

Then they had, there was a pitcher they brought after his prime, named Lefty Grove, from the Philadelphia Athletics. He’s a Hall of Famer. And I remember walking by the parking lot, where players parked their cars, and happened to see him coming out to his car, which was an enormous Pierce-Arrow. This was in the [19]30s. And then, see, a top salary for a pretty good player was $5,000 a year.

JWW: Yeah. Maybe it’s because it’s human nature to glorify that which we’re most familiar with, but maybe it’s also true that Boston had more than its share of madcap players. You know, in later years, players like Bill Lee, and Luis Tiant, and Jimmy Piersall. Was there a history of madcaps ending up in Boston?

CJW: Yes, somewhat. I’m not sure it’s any different for anywhere else, incidentally, but there is a story that when Casey Stengel was playing for the Boston Braves, as a player, that he made some kind of a catch and was applauded, and he lifted his cap, and a sparrow flew away [from underneath the cap].

JWW: [Laughs] Maybe that’s where “madcap” came from!

CJW: Could be! But they also had some good, good players. They had a second baseman named Bobby Doerr, who was just about the best. I think he’s Hall of Fame too. Of course, they .. I can’t think of the fellow’s name, but he hit about 15 home runs in July over that left-field fence. Can’t think of his name now. They always had outfielders who could hit, because of that left-field wall. It was more important than fielding. I remember centerfielder named Ira Flagstead. I remember him because he was very short. Probably about 5 foot 7. I remember him because I saw him one time coming out of the clubhouse, and I was struck by how tan he was. It was a very deep brown. I remember how tan he was. And of course I saw Babe Ruth play with the Yankees. I remember one play he made: there was a runner on second base, and somebody hit a single out into left field, where he was playing that day. And of course the fellow from second base was trying to score because it was fairly deep. And Ruth threw from deep left field to the plate on a line, and he got the guy at the plate.

JWW: He still had that pitcher’s arm.

CJW: [nods] He still had that pitcher’s arm. I still remember that play, because he wasn’t that far from the wall when he got the bounce of that single.

JWW: Hard to see things like that in the statistics, isn’t it?

CJW: No way to do it. Just remarkable. I remember another player for the Cleveland Indians. Another Hall of Famer named Tris Speaker. One time playing in Boston, runner trying to score from third base after a fly, hit out to Speaker in center field, not deep center field, and the threw to the plate to try to get him, and the throw went right over the catcher’s head!

JWW: [Laughs] [The] most famous Red Sox [player] was probably Ted Williams, who came up in the late 30s … when did people start to become aware that this was not going to be any ordinary ballplayer?

CJW: Probably from the month he arrived. They brought him up from the AAA farm team, which was at that time I think was Minneapolis.

JWW: Not Louisville?

CJW: No, I don’t think it was Louisville. And he had been hitting something like .457. Very high numbers, so they brought him up. I was in the right field one time when Ted Williams was playing. When was it? It had to have been in the [19]40s, after he came back from World War II. Not far from me was where he hit a line drive home run, and it may be my imagination, but I swear, I didn’t hear the crack of the bat until the ball had landed in the right field bleachers. If it had hit somebody, it would have killed them.

JWW: So it wasn’t one of these high drives, was it?

CJW: No way. No way. Well, one of the reasons he was such a high average hitter was that he didn’t hit fly balls.

JWW: Couldn’t catch them?

CJW: The ones he hit, they couldn’t catch. But otherwise he was a line drive hitter. And if he had  ... he had an odd personality. If he had decided to start hitting to left field when they put the Ted Williams Shift on, he’d probably have batted .500.

[End of Part 1]