CATEGORY: PORTLAND
PHOTO: HOWARD KNUDSEN

I met Howard Knudsen through someone who knew him at the Martha Washington Hotel.  We didn’t go together very long before he asked me to marry him.  He was older than I was and seemed very solid.  He was tall enough.  He had a good job.  I was young, immature (extremely) and insecure (extremely).  He smoked but said he would quit and he did.  He said he was in love with me.  What was I to do?  Girls were supposed to get married weren’t they?