Romance in Costa Rica
My first job in Golfito was in the accounting department where I was assigned to a group having responsibility for IBM punched card accounting machines, which in those days (1948) were the forerunners of computers, used to prepare payroll and other accounting records. The manager of the department was an American, but all of the other employees were natives. As an American with a fairly fluent knowledge of Spanish, I was being trained for an administrative position in the Company. However, before I had progressed very far in that department, the chief accountant, Mr. Spiller, decided that he needed someone with my capabilities to be sent to Quepos, as Division Inspector to audit the farm payrolls. Quepos and Golfito were, both, agricultural enterprises organized as divisions, the primary product of which was bananas. A division was subdivided into farms or plantations, each with an overseer, timekeeper, a foreman, and two or three dozen laborers.
My responsibility was to insure that reliable payroll records were maintained on each of the farms. In order to carry out this responsibility I was provided with a motor car and a chauffeur, referred to as a motor boy. All travel between the farms and division headquarters was made possible by a single-line railroad, over which harvested bananas were hauled to the loading docks for shipment. My motor car consisted of a single-seated vehicle, in which I sat next to the motor boy, with wheels designed for rail travel. The engine was a two-cylinder, putt-putt type, which was started by the motor boy running alongside and pushing, until the engine fired. This leads up to how I met my wife-to-be.
About fourteen miles northwest of Quepos, located on the same railway that provided transportation for the entire Quepos division with with all of its widely distributed farms or plantations, was the small community or village of Parrita. Parrita was located next to a small airport, providing passenger service to San José. On my travels throughout the division in my motor car, for the purpose of performing the duties of Division Inspector, I quite often had to pass through Parrita. Alongside the railway were various places of business, such as bars (cantinas), grocery shops, a cheap hotel, a restaurant and movie theater.
One day an acquaintance, Tom Forcum, a tropical tramp, Wallace Berry type, who had lived quite a few years in the area, as well as in San José, told me if I wanted to meet a nice girl, he knew a lot of them, as well as their families. There was one in particular, whom I had noticed during my travels in the vicinity of Parrita, who had struck me as being quite pretty. He told me that he knew her and her entire family quite well. She was the sister of the proprietor of the restaurant and movie theater, Don Bautista (Tista) Quirós, a gentleman well known and highly respected in the community. Tom told me he would be happy to introduce me some time, whenever it was convenient. So one Sunday he and I took a trip to Parrita on the small passenger train that provided service out of Quepos. The young lady, Herminia (Mina) Quirós, received us graciously and responded to the introduction with a word I still remember, "Encantada (charmed)."
From this point on, as can be easily understood, I made frequent stops in Parrita and was always warmly received. The girl had obviously taken a liking to me and I thought she was quite nice. She would often insist on preparing me a lunch, or a breakfast of bacon and eggs. Her knowledge of English was nil, but by this time, my Spanish was quite fluent, so we got along very nicely. I learned a lot about her family. One of the farm overseers that I talked to about her told me she was “de buena familia,” and eventually I learned that a great grandfather had briefly served as president of Costa Rica during a time of crisis in the country’s history. There were other members of her family tree who had distinguished themselves as military figures and in politics. These details all came out in a pamphlet on Quirós genealogy authored by a grandfather of Mina.
I also learned that she had 17 brothers and sisters. Her father was at the present time married to his third wife, his two previous wives having passed away. There is a lot more that I could write about her, but this is my life story and I have to set some limits, or I’ll never finish. One of the conveniences in our relationship was that, besides helping in the restaurant, Mina worked as cashier on movie night in her brother’s theater. She would direct me to a choice seat in the theater, where she would join me after finishing the ticket sales. Naturally, there was no charge for this service.
To make what could be a long story short, after about five months we decided to get married. We were married by the mayor (alcalde) of San José in the city hall (alcaldía) in the presence of a substantial number of Mina’s brothers and sisters and other relatives. The date, to be long remembered, was January 10, 1949. After a short honeymoon I returned to Quepos to go back to work and apply for Company housing for my new wife and me. I could not accommodate her in the bachelor quarters, where I had been living. There was nothing immediately available in the town of Quepos, but within about a month, my boss in the accounting department arranged for us to occupy a house on one of the banana farms, a house that would ordinarily have been occupied by a timekeeper, overseer, or one of the other administrative personnel hired to supervise the farm. As with all company houses, it was completely furnished (furniture, kitchen appliances, utensils, etc.). Being located on a farm was not a great inconvenience, because we had my motor car for transportation and the motor boy was provided with lodging within a convenient distance, where he could be reached as needed.
It is possible that Mina was not totally satisfied with the situation, but she did not complain. We had a few neighbors and each farm headquarters had a small commissary where essential groceries could be purchased. The name of the farm was “La Mona.” We continued to live on La Mona until after our daughter Janet was born. Before that date, March 23, 1950, we had taken my first vacation to the United States.
On our first trip to the United States on vacation, Mina was about six months pregnant. That was quite an adventure. Owing to a labor strike on the West Coast, the United Fruit Company ship we had passage on was diverted through the Panama Canal to New Orleans. From there we traveled by Grey Hound bus across country to Chehalis, Washington, where my parents lived on the outskirts of town with what was left of their family. I believe this included Marianne (17 yrs), Arline (16), Pat (14) and Mickey (13). Rulon, who was 19, had joined the Air Force, and by this time Ruth and Clara had married and left home. I am sorry that I am unable to enter into details about their lives at this point. It was in December of 1949, so Ruth would have been almost 23 and Clara a couple of months less than 22. I do not remember the details of their marital relationships, occurring at this time.
I believe both Mina and the members of my family had fun communicating across the language barrier. While we were living in Costa Rica, Mina did not feel much incentive to learn or practice English, as everyone we associated with was fluent in Spanish. This was the first time she was forced to make a real effort to learn English. Over the years Mina has progressed quite well with her English. She is a different type of learner than her husband, which used to bother me. But I have found that she has an excellent memory and learns more from social interaction than from books, whereas I spend more time with books; and less with people.
Back at work in Quepos, I eventually persuaded my boss to take me off the job of Division Inspector and transfer me to a position in the accounting department. I felt well qualified for this position, having completed a correspondence course in accounting through International Correspondence Schools, in addition to having a degree in Economics. The new job made it possible for us to be provided with a fairly nice furnished home in Quepos, with lots of friendly neighbors.
While we were living in Quepos, we had a very nice social life. Mina invited a couple of her nieces, Grace and Letty, daughters of Tista Quirós to stay with us for a few weeks. In the meantime, I had developed a strong interest in chess and poker, and there were lots of friendly games. I taught Grace and Letty to play poker, and one night the two of them had a weird streak of beginner's luck. These two teenagers turned out to be the big winners, playing in partnership with each other, and have been addicted to gambling ever since.
While we were still in the Quepos area, I was transferred to a job as chief clerk in the office of the Superintendent of Agriculture, which required us to move to another location about halfway between Quepos and Parrita, called Damas. Each move was to a furnished house. There was no air-conditioning but the houses were built with good ventilation provided by large screens surrounding the living areas. Even though in the tropics, people got used to it and found it quite comfortable.
In 1951, at a time that was late summer in the US, we took my second vacation. Janet was about 18 months old. This time our ship traveled up the West Coast. Although it was what was referred to as a banana boat, it had comfortable staterooms for passengers, which were reserved primarily for Company employees taking vacation. The passengers, who were often non-employees, shared a dining room with the ship's officers. Our family stateroom had separate beds for Mina and me, and a large rollaway crib was provided for Janet. I mention this because Janet had such a good time standing up in her crib during a time when the ship was going through very bad weather and Mina and I were both extremely seasick.
Our ship docked in San Francisco to unload bananas before proceeding on to our final destination, Seattle, where we disembarked and took a bus to Longview, where the family was now living in an apartment. The apartment was so crowded, that I decided to help my parents to buy a house. My dad had found employment in the vicinity of Longview, and circumstances were such that it was convenient for them to sell their equity in the home in Chehalis, which could be put down on property in Longview. They were eventually able to move into what seemed like a very nice home on Ocean Beach highway in Longview.
After this vacation, about a year after returning to my job in Damas, there was a shake-up in the Company and a number of employees, including myself, were transferred to Ecuador. I was transferred to a banana plantation headquarters, named Tenguel. This location was subordinate to the main headquarters located in Guayaquil. The chief accountant for the Equador division was located in Guayaquil. I was assigned to the job of Accountant's Representative in Tenguel, and performed the duties of Division Inspector (auditor) as well as being in charge of a payroll office of about a dozen Equadorean employees.