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Harry R. Truman still believed in love as Mount St. Helens eruption loomed

Harry R. Truman watching Mt. St. Helens do its thing in the weeks leading up to the big event.

The room lurched again. Harry R. Truman held onto the chair and rolled with it. His spiked Coke jumped in its glass.

“That’s a five!” he called out. “That’s a five!”

Since the earthquakes began, about a month earlier, he’d become an expert.

He hopped to his feet and made his way to the bar. He watched the Rainier Beer sign sway back and forth.

“Right now, that swinging sign is moving at about 4.0 on the Richter scale,” he said. “But when it bangs into the back wall like it did a minute ago, that’s a five.”

Truman loved his time in the spotlight and never turned down an interview.

There were no geologists on site to verify Truman’s calculation. They’d all abandoned the mountain by this point, hunkering down miles away to wait for the big bang. Truman had no plans to join them.

It was April of 1980, and the 83-year-old had made clear — to family members, reporters, and even local law enforcement — that he was staying put at his Mount St. Helens Lodge on Spirit Lake, despite the volcanic eruption that was expected to come.

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Truman’s “disheveled recreation and fishing lodge,” as The Oregonian described it, was empty, except for the proprietor and his 16 cats. The business wasn’t offering up any revenue anymore, which didn’t bother Truman.

“I’ve kind of retired since that Labor Day,” he said. “Just rent enough boats and cabins to keep the booze supply full.”

The Labor Day he was talking about had nothing to do with the rumbling mountain that had sparked evacuations all around him. It was three years earlier — the day his wife Edna died.

When he’d had enough Schenley’s and Coke, he’d admit he was scared, but he was staying because the lodge was his home… his and Eddie’s.

“She was a beautiful woman, and everyone liked her and knew her as Eddie,” he told a reporter who made the trek to the lodge at the base of Mount St. Helens. “She had never had any heart problems, but all at once a big heart attack and she was gone. That broke me up real bad.”

He gazed around at the cluttered room, then out the window.

“I’ve kind of let the place go to hell since then,” he added. “Eddie and I had spent 37 years loving, working, fighting, laughing, dancing and really living on our mountain and lake. Go look at the old pictures I have on the wall over there — she was some woman.”read more >

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