( short story by Wolfgang Hampel - Der wilde Maler ( The wild artist )
Betty MacDonald fan club fans,
William Cumming, famous artist in the Pacific Northwest School, was born in Montana on March 24, 1917.
In 1940, Betty MacDonald headed the National Youth Administration Division of Information in Seattle.
William Cumming became Betty's assistant.
His regular salary was $25 per month.
William Cumming described Betty MacDonald's personality:
Betty MacDonald's humor wasn't kindly, nor homey, nor friendly. It had the malicious edge of a scalpel, and it could cut. Betty MacDonald saw the flaws of the race as vicious. The fact that these flaws generally ended in hilarious pratfalls didn't make them any less lethal in her eyes" (Sketchbook: A Memoir of the 1930s and the Northwest School)
In 1942 William Cumming entered Firland Sanatorium with tuberculosis. Betty MacDonald, who had served her own time in Firland (The Plague and I), drove him there.
William Cumming was a very good friend of Wolfgang Hampel, Betty MacDonald Memorial Award Winner and author of Betty MacDonald biography.
Betty MacDonald fan club founder Wolfgang Hampel wrote a very touching story of William Cumming.
William Cumming is part of Wolfgang Hampel's new project 'Vita Magica'.
Wolfgang Hampel's stories and satirical poems will be published in several languages for his many fans from all over the world.
You'll be able to find all these very interesting info in Betty MacDonald fan club newsletter April.
William Cumming's outstanding artwork, letters and documents are included in the Betty MacDonald Fan Club Memorial Collection in Switzerland and Scandinavia.
William Cumming died of congestive heart failure on the morning of November 22, 2010. He was 93 years old.
Take care,
Bengt
Don't miss this very special book, please.
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Betty MacDonald fan club fans,
we share a very special gift by beloved and very popular Betty MacDonald Fan Club Honor member Letizia Mancino.
We know you'll enjoy it as much as we do.
Thanks a Million, dear Letizia Mancino.
You are an outstanding writer and artist.
We are so proud and happy to have you with us.
Letizia writes: One should not underestimate Wolfgang Hampel’s talent in speedily mobilizing Betty MacDonald’s friends.
We agree. Thank you so much dear Wolfgang Hampel for doing this. You founded Betty MacDonald Fan Club with four members.
Now we have members in 40 countries around the world. A dream came true.
Mary Holmes did an excellent job in translating this great story.
Thank you so much dear Mary Holmes.
We are really very grateful.
All the best to Letizia, Wolfgang and Mary and to all Betty MacDonald Fan Club fans from all over the world!
Lenard
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Following in Betty’s footsteps in Seattle:
or some small talk with Betty
Copyright 2011/2016 by Letizia Mancino
All rights reserved
translated by Mary Holmes
We were going to Canada in the summer. “When we are in Edmonton”, I said to Christoph Cremer, “let’s make a quick trip to Seattle”. And that’s how it happened. At Edmonton Airport we climbed into a plane and two hours later we landed in the city where Betty had lived. I was so happy to be in Seattle at last and to be able to trace Betty’s tracks!
Wolfgang Hampel had told Betty’s friends about our arrival.
They were happy to plan a small marathon through the town and it’s surroundings with us. We only had a few days free. One should not underestimate Wolfgang’s talent in speedily mobilizing Betty’s friends, even though it was holiday time. E-mails flew backwards and forwards between Heidelberg and Seattle, and soon a well prepared itinerary was ready for us. Shortly before my departure Wolfgang handed me several parcels, presents for Betty MacDonald's friends. I rushed to pack the heavy gifts in my luggage but because of the extra weight had to throw out a pair of pajamas!
After we had landed we took a taxi to the Hotel in downtown Seattle. I was so curious to see everything. I turned my head in all directions like one of the hungry hens from Betty’s farm searching for food! Fortunately it was quite a short journey otherwise I would have lost my head like a loose screw!
Our hotel room was on the 22nd floor and looked directly out onto the 16-lane highway. There might have been even more than 16 but it made me too giddy to count! It was like a glimpse of hell! “And is this Seattle?” I asked myself. I was horrified! The cars racing by were enough to drive one mad. The traffic roared by day and night.
We immediately contacted Betty MacDonald's friends and let them know we had arrived and they confirmed the times when we should see them.
On the next morning I planned my first excursion tracing Betty’s tracks. I spread out the map of Seattle. “Oh dear” I realized “the Olympic Peninsula is much too far away for me to get there.”
Betty nodded to me! “Very difficult, Letizia, without a car.”
“But I so much wanted to see your chicken farm”
“My chickens are no longer there and you can admire the mountains from a distance”
But I wanted to go there. I left the hotel and walked to the waterfront where the State Ferry terminal is. Mamma mia, the streets in Seattle are so steep! I couldn’t prevent my feet from running down the hill. Why hadn’t I asked for brakes to be fixed on my shoes? I looked at the drivers. How incredibly good they must be to accelerate away from the red traffic lights. The people were walking uphill towards me as briskly as agile salmon. Good heavens, these Americans! I tried to keep my balance. The force of gravity is relentless. I grasped hold of objects where I could and staggered down.
In Canada a friend had warned me that in Seattle I would see a lot of people with crutches.
Betty laughed. “ It’s not surprising, Letizia, walking salmon don’t fall directly into the soft mouth of a bear!”
“ Betty, stop making these gruesome remarks. We are not in Firlands!”
I went further. Like a small deranged ant at the foot of a palace monster I came to a tunnel. The noise was unbearable. On the motorway, “The Alaskan Way Viaduct”, cars, busses and trucks were driving at the speed of light right over my head. They puffed out their poisonous gas into the open balconies and cultivated terraces of the luxurious sky- scrapers without a thought in the world. America! You are crazy!
“Betty, are all people in Seattle deaf? Or is it perhaps a privilege for wealthy people to be able to enjoy having cars so near to their eyes and noses to save them from boredom?”
“When the fog democratically allows everything to disappear into nothing, it makes a bit of a change, Letizia”
“ Your irony is incorrigible, Betty, but tell me, Seattle is meant to be a beautiful city, But where?”
I had at last reached the State Ferry terminal.
“No Madam, the ferry for Vashon Island doesn’t start from here,” one of the men in the ticket office tells me. ”Take a buss and go to the ferry terminal in West Seattle.”
Betty explained to me “The island lies in Puget Sound and not in Elliott Bay! It is opposite the airport. You must have seen it when you were landing!”
“Betty, when I am landing I shut my eyes and pray!”
It’s time for lunch. The weather is beautiful and warm. Who said to me that it always rains here?
“Sure to be some envious man who wanted to frighten you away from coming to Seattle. The city is really beautiful, you’ll see. Stay by the waterfront, choose the best restaurant with a view of Elliott Bay and enjoy it.”
“Thank you Betty!”
I find a table on the terrace of “Elliott’s Oyster House”. The view of the island is wonderful. It lies quietly in the sun like a green fleecy cushion on the blue water.
Betty plays with my words:
“Vashon Island is a big cushion, even bigger than Bainbridge which you see in front of your eyes, Letizia. The islands look similar. They have well kept houses and beautiful gardens”.
I relax during this introduction, “Bainbridge” you are Vashon Island, and order a mineral water.
“At one time the hotel belonging to the parents of Monica Sone stood on the waterfront.”
“Oh, of your friend Kimi!” Unfortunately I forget to ask Betty exactly where it was.
My mind wanders and I think of my mountain hike back to the hotel! “Why is there no donkey for tourists?” Betty laughs:
“I’m sure you can walk back to the hotel. “Letizia can do everything.””
“Yes, Betty, I am my own donkey!”
But I don’t remember that San Francisco is so steep. It doesn’t matter, I sit and wait. The waiter comes and brings me the menu. I almost fall off my chair!
“ What, you have geoduck on the menu! I have to try it” (I confess I hate the look of geoduck meat. Betty’s recipe with the pieces made me feel quite sick – I must try Betty’s favourite dish!)
“Proof that you love me!” said Betty enthusiastically “ Isn’t the way to the heart through the stomach?”
I order the geoduck. The waiter looks at me. He would have liked to recommend oysters.
“Geoduck no good for you!”
Had he perhaps read my deepest thoughts? Fate! Then no geoduck. “No good for me.”
“Neither geoduck nor tuberculosis in Seattle” whispered Betty in my ear!
“Oh Betty, my best friend, you take such good care of me!”
I order salmon with salad.
“Which salmon? Those that swim in water or those that run through Seattle?”
“Betty, I believe you want me to have a taste of your black humour.”
“Enjoy it then, Letizia.”
During lunch we talked about tuberculosis, and that quite spoilt our appetite.
“Have you read my book “The Plague and I”?”
“Oh Betty, I’ve started to read it twice but both times I felt so sad I had to stop again!”
“But why?” asked Betty “Nearly everybody has tuberculosis! I recovered very quickly and put on 20 pounds! There was no talk of me wasting away! What did you think of my jokes in the book?”
“Those would have been a good reason for choosing another sanitorium. I would have been afraid of becoming a victim of your humour! You would have certainly given me a nickname! You always thought up such amusing names!” Betty laughed.
“You’re right. I would have called you “Roman nose”. I would have said to Urbi and Orbi “ Early this morning “Roman nose” was brought here. She speaks broken English, doesn’t eat geoduck but she does love cats.”
“Oh Betty, I would have felt so ashamed to cough. To cough in your presence, how embarrassing! You would have talked about how I coughed, how many coughs!”
“It depends on that “how”, Letizia!”
“Please, leave Goethe quotations out of it. You have certainly learnt from the Indians how to differentiate between noises. It’s incredible how you can distinguish between so many sorts of cough! At least 10!”
“So few?”
”And also your descriptions of the patients and the nurses were pitiless. An artistic revenge! The smallest pimple on their face didn’t escape your notice! Amazing.”
“ I was also pitiless to myself. Don’t forget my irony against myself!”
Betty was silent. She was thinking about Kimi, the “Princess” from Japan! No, she had only written good things about her best friend, Monica Sone, in her book “The Plague and I”. A deep friendship had started in the hospital. The pearl that developed from the illness.
“Isn’t it wonderful, Betty, that an unknown seed can make its way into a mollusk in the sea and develop into a beautiful jewel?” Betty is paying attention.
“Betty, the friendship between you and Monica reminds me of Goethe’s poem “Gingo-Biloba”. You must know it?” Betty nods and I begin to recite it:
The leaf of this Eastern tree
Which has been entrusted to my garden
Offers a feast of secret significance,
For the edification of the initiate.
Is it one living thing.
That has become divided within itself?
Are these two who have chosen each other,
So that we know them as one?
The friendship with Monica is like the wonderful gingo-biloba leaf, the tree from the east. Betty was touched. There was a deep feeling of trust between us.
“Our friendship never broke up, partly because she was in distress, endangered by the deadly illness. We understood and supplemented each other. We were like one lung with two lobes, one from the east and one from the west!”
“A beautiful picture, Betty. You were like two red gingo-biloba leaves!”
Betty was sad and said ” Monica, although Japanese, before she really knew me felt she was also an American. But she was interned in America, Letizia, during the second world war. Isn’t that terrible?”
“Betty, I never knew her personally. I have only seen her on a video, but what dignity in her face, and she speaks and moves so gracefully!”
“Fate could not change her”
“Yes, Betty, like the gingo-biloba tree in Hiroshima. It was the only tree that blossomed again after the atom bomb!”
The bill came and I paid at once. In America one is urged away from the table when one has finished eating. If one wants to go on chatting one has to order something else.
“That’s why all those people gossiping at the tables are so fat!” Betty remarks. “Haven’t you seen how many massively obese people walk around in the streets of America. Like dustbins that have never been emptied!” With this typically unsentimental remark Betty ended our conversation.
Ciao! I so enjoyed the talk; the humour, the irony and the empathy. I waved to her and now I too felt like moving! I take a lovely walk along the waterfront.
Now I am back in Heidelberg and when I think about how Betty’s “Princessin” left this world on September 5th and that in August I was speaking about her with Betty in Seattle I feel very sad. The readers who knew her well (we feel that every author and hero of a book is nearer to us than our fleeting neighbours next door) yes we, who thought of her as immortal, cannot believe that even she would die after 92 years. How unforeseen and unexpected that her death should come four days after her birthday on September 1th. On September 5th I was on my way to Turkey, once again in seventh heaven, looking back on the unforgettable days in Seattle. I was flying from west to east towards the rising sun.
Clinton and Trump Win Arizona; Cruz Picks Up Utah; Sanders Takes 2
Hillary Clinton and Donald J. Trump
overwhelmed their rivals in the Arizona primaries on Tuesday, a show of
might from two presidential front-runners who are hoping to avoid
prolonging the nominating contest and begin training their fire on each
other.
But Senator Bernie Sanders
thrashed Mrs. Clinton in the Idaho and Utah Democratic caucuses,
demonstrating his enduring appeal among liberal activists even as she
closes in on the party’s nomination. And Senator Ted Cruz,
who won the Republican contest in Utah, captured more than 50 percent
of the vote, giving him all 40 of the state’s delegates and sustaining
hope among Mr. Trump’s opponents that he can be slowed, if not stopped.
Mrs.
Clinton’s commanding victory in Arizona, where 75 Democratic delegates
were at stake, gave her the night’s biggest prize, and her margin there
was substantial enough that Mr. Sanders was unlikely to emerge with
significantly more delegates, though he took two states to her one.
Speaking
to supporters in Seattle after winning Arizona, Mrs. Clinton looked
past her primary. She used her remarks mainly to address the terrorist
assault on Brussels and turned toward an attack on Mr. Trump and Mr.
Cruz, the two leading Republican contenders.
“The
last thing we need, my friends, are leaders who incite more fear,” Mrs.
Clinton said. “In the face of terror, America doesn’t panic. We don’t
build walls or turn our backs on our allies. We can’t throw out
everything we know about what works and what doesn’t and start
torturing.”
She
added, “This is a time for America to lead, not cower, and we will
lead, and we will defeat terrorism and defend our friends and allies.”
Mr.
Trump easily defeated Mr. Cruz in Arizona, taking all 58 of its
Republican delegates and adding to his delegate lead despite Mr. Cruz’s
romp in Utah.
The
victories recorded by Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Trump showcased the
strengths that have propelled them to huge advantages in their
respective nomination fights. Mrs. Clinton once again demonstrated her
loyal following among older and nonwhite Democrats, both significant
constituencies in Arizona. And Mr. Trump proved his appeal among
immigration hard-liners, who make up a large bloc of Republicans in the
border state.
But
Tuesday has also shown why the two dominant candidates are still locked
in primaries even as blossoms bloom and Easter approaches. Mrs. Clinton
continues to struggle in heavily white states that vote through
caucuses, like Idaho and Utah. And Mr. Trump’s landslide loss in heavily
Mormon Utah was a reminder of his challenges with some of the Republican Party’s most religious voters, and of the uneasiness of many conservatives with their front-runner.
Still,
Mrs. Clinton’s triumph in Arizona, which Mr. Sanders aggressively
contested, offered a psychological boost as she heads into a stretch of
contests in states likely to favor Mr. Sanders, like Alaska and
Washington, where losses could underscore her lingering vulnerabilities
among Democrats.
A
hoarse Mr. Sanders, speaking to thousands of supporters in San Diego
midway through the evening, claimed credit for what he called
“record-breaking turnouts.” Ignoring his lopsided loss in Arizona, he
noted that he had won 10 contests so far and predicted, correctly as it
turned out, that he would win “a couple more tonight.”
Republicans
hoping to stop Mr. Trump suffered another blow as he carried Arizona by
a wide margin: He was on a course to receive more votes than Mr. Cruz
and Gov. John Kasich
of Ohio combined. If his opponents fail to defeat him in Wisconsin,
where voters go to the polls in two weeks, they are unlikely to stop him
from clinching the nomination on the last day of voting in June.
Mr.
Trump’s easy victory in Arizona also provided a sharp rebuttal to
assertions by Mr. Cruz that he would struggle in the remaining contests
because so many of them allow only Republicans to vote. Aided by
Arizona’s generous early-voting laws, Mr. Trump showed that he can win
handily in states with closed Republican primaries, where Democrats and
independents are barred from voting.
Mr.
Trump’s more precise vulnerability appears to have been in states
holding caucuses, where organizational strength can be decisive. But
after Tuesday, there are no such contests left.
Turnout
by voters in Arizona, Utah and Idaho was unusually high, with long
lines — some snaking for several blocks — at polling places and caucus
sites.
The
ballot counting in Arizona was delayed as officials extended voting to
account for people who were waiting in line, for hours in some cases,
when the polls closed at 7 p.m. In Utah, some Democratic caucus sites
had to print additional ballots to accommodate the turnout.
Tuesday’s Western contests came as Mr. Trump and Mrs. Clinton have both demonstrated strength in a string of recent primaries.
Mr. Trump, who won four of the five contests
on March 15, including Florida and Illinois, has built a substantial
delegate advantage over Mr. Cruz, and he campaigned aggressively in
Arizona in the hopes of capitalizing on his success and reinforcing the
perception that his nomination is inevitable.
He drew thousands of supporters last weekend to events near Phoenix and in Tucson, both of which drew impassioned protests.
An
important part of what has galvanized his admirers and opponents alike
is Mr. Trump’s tough talk on immigration. His harsh stance on the
subject drove some of Arizona’s most prominent immigration hard-liners,
including Sheriff Joe Arpaio of Maricopa County, the state’s largest, to
Mr. Trump’s side.
The
Democratic contenders sought to exploit the alliance between the
sheriff and Mr. Trump, hoping to appeal to white liberals and to
Hispanics, who make up around 30 percent of Arizona’s population.
“When
I see people like Sheriff Arpaio and others who are treating fellow
human beings with such disrespect, such contempt, it just makes my heart
sink,” Mrs. Clinton said at a rally on Monday in Phoenix.
Mr.
Sanders has been just as outspoken about Sheriff Arpaio, who has drawn
criticism for his aggressive tactics in arresting and detaining illegal
immigrants. “It’s easy for bullies like Sheriff Joe Arpaio to pick on
people who have no power,” Mr. Sanders said to supporters on Monday in
Flagstaff.
Arizona
was the most heavily contested of the three states voting on Tuesday in
the Democratic race, in which Mrs. Clinton has opened a nearly
insurmountable lead after sweeping all five states that voted on March
15.
Only
registered Democrats were allowed to vote in Arizona, posing an
obstacle to Mr. Sanders, who typically overwhelms Mrs. Clinton among
independents.
Utah
and Idaho, by contrast, were voting through caucuses, not primaries,
and have largely white populations — two frequent indications of success
for Mr. Sanders.
But
with Democrats allocating their delegates on a proportional basis, Mr.
Sanders’s share of the combined 64 delegates offered by Utah and Idaho
will do little to dent Mrs. Clinton’s lead of 319 pledged delegates
heading into Tuesday’s votes.
On
the Republican side, Mr. Trump enjoyed an advantage in Arizona thanks
to the state’s expansive early-voting laws: Republicans were eligible to
begin casting ballots, in person or through the mail, 26 days before
the primary — a period in which Mr. Trump racked up a series of
victories. And by the time polls opened Tuesday morning, more than half
of Arizona Republicans had cast their ballots.
In
a sign of how many Republicans had already voted, with 80 percent of
Arizona precincts reporting, Mr. Kasich had received fewer votes than
Senator Marco Rubio, who withdrew from the race last Tuesday.
