Eli and Sophia

Monday, August 14, 2017

Stuff up the nose

Remember when our mom's told us not to run while carrying a sharp object?  Here is why!



Photographs show a boy whose nose has been impaled with a fork.




In July 2007 we began receiving photographs, without any explanatory text, that presumably documented the case of a young boy who somehow managed to impale his nose with a fork, with the first picture (taken in an emergency room or doctor’s office) showing him before medical treatment, and the second showing him some time later after the fork had been removed and his injury had begun to heal:
Mom said don’t run with scissors … but didn’t mention a fork.
We managed to get in touch with the boy’s mother, who confirmed for us that those presumptions were correct:
It’s real. Happened July 11th in Minneapolis at a chinese buffet restaurant. He was climbing into the booth and fell while holding his fork in his hand. When the waiter picked him up from under the table the fork was through his nose. There was only a little blood because the fork tines missed all of the cartilage in his nose (Thank God). The one picture is from the ER and the other picture is two days later at home. The ER doctor and ENT doctor we saw the following day said that they had never seen this before and that we were pretty lucky that the fork went up and out through his nose. We saved the fork and this picture for him to see when he gets older. We emailed the pics to our family, coworkers and friends and now they are all over the internet. Live and learn I guess.

Lucky it wasn't his eyeball (s)!
On Aug 14, 2017, at 6:39 PM, susan sampson <susanraesampson@hotmail.com> wrote:
Then there is the family lore, for the website if I haven’t posted it already, together with Sam and Dave’s encounter with a choking jawbreaker. In  my son Brook’s case, as a toddler, he developed horrible bad breath; I could smell him from across the room. I checked the good ole Doctor Spock book of child and baby care, which advised that if a child has bad breath, you should check for an obstacle in his nose. I looked; his nose was totally blocked. Off we went to the pediatrician, who couldn’t remove the obstacle. He sent me home with instructions to squirt water in Brook’s nose repeatedly, then bring him back the next day. The doctor explained that water squirted into the nose will just go down the throat into the stomach, and cause no problems. Brook wasn’t going along with the program, so I had to wrestle him to the floor, sit on him to hold him still, and squirt salt water into his nose.  The next day, the pediatrician told me to hold Brook firmly so he could go after the obstacle with the medical equivalent of a crochet hook. I wrapped my arms around Brook and clasped tight. “That’s great,” the doctor said, “but you’ve trapped my hand, too.” He put Brook in a straight jacket, and removed a big hunk of walnut meat from his nose.
                The doctor said it wasn’t the worse he’d ever seen—a little girl had inhaled artificial hair from a doll. The hair had microscopic barbs that imbedded the hair into the child’s flesh.
                My other son Eric is now raising three boys aged 8, 5, and 2. It’s gotta be scary. SueS
 Samuel R. Sampson  wrote:
Wow, Legos, walnuts and jaw-breakers...what fun, what a family and in the inimitable words of Yakov Smirnoff, what a country!

Eric Martin wrote
Yep, Alison has a strong fear of the boys running with sharp things. I'm not showing her this email. 

I had to take Gil to the emergency room when he got a LEGO stuck in his nose and became hysterical. Fortunately he finally blew it out in the ER parking lot and was immediately fine (and insisted that I save the LEGO). 

Brook Martin says: That picture is awful.   

I still contend that my brother Eric shoved the walnut up my nose. 

Sue Sampson asks: How in the world did he get a Leggo in his nose? Sort of like your brother got a walnut?

Eric says: No way, walnut boy. The secret is that this happened when Alison was out of town, Mac was a newborn and napping, and I totally forgot about him & left him at home when I loaded Vake and Gil into the truck to go to the ER. 

Monday, August 7, 2017



I am printing this with Tina’s permission.

Tina: Years ago, you told me that when you came home from college, Mom came into your bedroom to “help you” unload your suitcase. I know who she was—she would have gathered up everything and washed it in scalding hot water. At least that’s what she did with my Chanel-style white wool sweater, that shrunk to a little worzle. You mention that a bag of herb fell out of your suitcase. Mom saw it, and you were worried that she would tell “Jake.” How did that ever work out? SueS

Mom picked up the baggie and said "What's this?" then "I know what this is!!!"  

I told her "Shhhh, dad will hear you!" So she took on the role of my co-conspirator, and didn't say anything (that I know of....) to dad.

Previous to that happening (I think when I was in high school), both Mom and Uncle John had planted pot seeds (which I think they had gotten from you), to see if they could grow pot. Both Dad and Aunt Betty were very paranoid about it, so in the end both Mom and Uncle John pulled any seeds that had sprouted. And that is how I came to classify Dad as being opposed to pot, but Mom more "chill" about it.


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Vake Gives Brook a Scare

The summers before he finished college, Brook worked for the U.S.D.A. forest service out of Mapleton, OR, like his father, cousin Jon, and Uncle Mark had done before. He stayed with his grandparents, Milly and Vake. Vake was 77 years old at the time. Being a worrier, Brook was concerned for his health and well-being. One evening after he had gone to bed, Brook heard Vake yell, "Brook! Brook!" Brook went sailing out of bed and ran downstairs to see what was wrong. Nothing. He didn't use a remote. Vake said "Brook, turn the TV to channel 13." 

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Catching Up

Uh-Oh. I've been seriously neglecting this site. Here are the highlights, and as I get busy, details will follow:

 Leslie Anne Jones (Eli and Sofia, Vake and Milly, Sandy and Johnie Jones) married her high-school sweetheart James Meiser over the MLK, Jr. Holiday in Florence, OR in 2017.

Leslie won her MFA in Creative Writing from Rutgers University, spring 2017.

Mark Edison Sampson (Eli and Sofia, Vake and Milly) married Suzanne Kelso on May 27, 2017 in Florence.

Brook Ian Martin (Eli and Sofia, Vake and Milly, Susan, Brook) departed Dartmouth to become an Associate Professor of Orthopaedics at the University of Utah in February, 2017.

Eric Blaine Martin (Eli and Sofia, Vake and Milly, Susan) relocated from Klamath Falls to Charlotte, NC, following the headquarters of his employer, Jeld-Wen, in December 2016.

Meghan Rae Sampson (Eli and Sofia, Vake and Milly, Mark) won her medical degree from Oregon Health and Sciences Center in the spring of 2017, and follows in the footsteps of both of her parents, Mark Sampson, M.D.  and Susan Decker, M.D., in entering an emergency room medical residency at the University of California at Davis.

Nicole Libby (Eli and Sofia, Johnny and Evelynn, Patty and Dale Libby, Rusty and Wendy)  married Matthew McKinley Hawed on June 17, 2017, in Woodburn, OR. 

Monday, October 10, 2016


I'm not sure if I've written about apples before. I'm thinking of pie because it's apple harvesting season in Wenatchee, where bins of apples are being hauled out of the orchards, and literally millions of boxes of apples are leaving by truck or train.

Vake loved apple pie. When he and Milly were first married, she wanted to make a pie for him, but had no rolling pin. She asked to borrow one from their landlady, Mrs. VanAlstein. At first, the landlady refused, but seeing Milly's disappointment, she relented--but only on the condition that Milly promise not to wash the wooden rolling pin, that had been well-seasoned with fats from years of pie crusts. (Mrs. VanAlstein probably didn't know that Sylvia and Milly had driven into her orchard when she was away, and filled the trunk of Sylvia's car with apples. Mrs. VanAlstein never used the apples; she saved them for the deer.) 

Every time Vake ate apple pie for the rest of his life, he declared that it was the best he had ever tasted.  Milly made her crust with a recipe called "Never fail pie crust" that had an egg and some vinegar in it, but she claimed that the secret to her success was making the crust with real lard.

In the 1950s and 60s when Vake and Milly were living at Florence and raising four kids, every autumn, they awaited the arrival of the "Apple Man," a truck farmer from Yakima who drove through the neighborhood selling his orchard and garden produce. Milly would buy a flat of tomatoes, a gunny sack full of green beans (50#), sometimes a small box of cherry tomatoes to eat straight out of the box, and a 23# box of apples. Of course, some of the apples went straight to pie. With what was left, we peeled, cored, chopped, cooked down with sugar and spice, pressed through a conical collander using a conical wooden mashing tool, and can the resulting apple sauce.

One autumn in the 1970s or 1980s, a bumper crop of apples loaded every apple tree in the Seattle area. Brook's Boy Scout troop picked apples and hauled them to a fire station to be carried to food banks. I looked everywhere  in my paper cookbooks, and finally found a recipe for apple butter. Today, it takes about three seconds to find an apple butter recipe on the internet.

That year, Milly and Vake had a box of apples sitting in their garage at Dunes City. The deer came right into the garage to eat them.

Here in Wenatchee, culled apples are lying on the ground below the freshly harvested trees. As they decay, it's possible to smell their cider odor just walking past. Unlike grocers in Seattle, all the grocers around here carry lard that's good for crusts, because the lard also happens to be a staple for the resident Mexican population.

This morning I baked apple turn-overs. I didn't have lard in the house, but the gluten-free crust recipe from America's Test Kitchen turned out great. It's made with butter instead of lard, and the water in the butter makes the crust flaky and light. It tastes almost better than the apple filling.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Cole's Photo

Cole Buckhart  (Eli and Sofia; Eli, Jr.; Shirley Adams; Susan Adams) is now living and working at graphic arts in Wyoming. He shot this photo that ran in the Huffington post.