Growing up at the corner of First and Buchanan, I was not aware of the attraction my dad had among the kids of the neighborhood.
Marian Huggins, who lived down at the corner of First and Chelan, tells how she and other little kids would wait for Rufus to come by on the way to work.
It seems he always had candy in his pocket, and they succeeded in attracting his attention for a handout.
Her maiden name was Roske, and her father was involved in the Brownson Lumber Company. Marian worked at The World later on, first on the little switchboard in the front lobby, then in the newsroom doing the church page.
She recalls when I returned from a winter in Europe, joining the newsroom in May 1949. It
was only a year later that my father died on a trip to Canada, and I was thrust into his position suddenly.
That was a traumatic year.