The archived posts about former Rolfe High School teacher Dave Spaulding provide an explanation of the following transcript.
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L.: What did your parents, or what did your wife think about your use of explosives? Were they like, “Hey, go right ahead,” or were they concerned?
Mr. S.: Oh, my wife, I suppose, worried a little bit about it. I told her not to worry. I said if anything ever blew up on me I’d quit that work. But, she got used to it.
L.: And, how about your parents?
Mr. S.: I didn’t have any parents then. I wasn’t in this business until I was, I don’t know, out of college and teaching and so forth. I never really had any parents to speak of. I had a father but he was killed in a fire when I was eleven and I wasn’t living with him at the time, luckily. And Rosalie’s [Mr. S.’s wife] mother-in-law, I never had much to do with. I don’t claim her as a mother. When I was two years old she abandoned me and moved back to Chicago where she was in her home territory. I don’t know who took care of me until I got old enough to remember. But I lived with all sorts of people.
L.: So, did you say your mother abandoned you when you were two years old?
Mr. S.: Yes. I lived with my grandparents, then, I think, and my oldest brother.
L.: After you were two years old?
Mr. S.: Yes. Well, after I got to be, I don’t know, five or six, then I lived with my father again. So, I lived with all sorts of people. Whoever would take me in.
L.: So, your mother abandoned you when you were two, and then you lived with your grandparents until you were five or six, and then you lived with your father.
Mr. S.: I don’t know who I lived with when I turned two to maybe, I don’t know, five or six. I don’t really know.
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The sixth and last part of this series will be posted by Friday night, the 25th. After that it will likely be around three weeks (give or take) before I post about Mr. Spaulding again. (How long it takes to have a new blog-ready transcript is unpredictable.) If you have some questions you want me to ask him, but don’t want to comment here, you may email them to me at mariongundersonart@gmail.com .
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October 17, 2009 at 4:03 pm |
Wow, who knew. And I imagine you weren’t expecting the conversation to take that turn, Louise. What a childhood. I’m being silly here (though in real life it probably wasn’t remotely “silly”) but: maybe *that’s* why he took to explosives so well! 😉
EXCELLENT photo! I think I’d recognize him even if no one had told me who the photo was of. Same Mr. Spaulding, except with gray hair. Oh . . . and a smile! 😉