My father writes, "George Gustave Nordberg, my father, had to quit school a few weeks after he had started the ninth grade, and go to work to support the family. He could not have been older than 15. He got a job at Spear Printing Company on Larimer Street, now a fashionable tourist-trap in Denver, then a rough-and-tough street, very unfashionable."9

It was not long before my parent’s marriage in 1946 that George got his own print shop, moving away from the poor area in South Denver. My mother reports that she got along well with him during her engagement and after her marriage to my father. George printed the wedding invitations, of which he was quite proud.

Two months after my parents' marriage in September, Gustave died in an early snowstorm. He was driving a friend home and stopped to help shovel snow. The family reports are that he suffered a "heart attack," with some suspicion of a preexisting anatomical defect. (The death certificate does not show such a defect.)