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PSFS News, v. 2, issue 1, whole no. 13, January 1939
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PSFS News Page 13 OSWALD TRAIN I suppose that I must start at the very beginning, back on June 8, 1915, when a squalling infant came into the world. You are right -- I was that infant. That momentous event took place in the little town of Naswell[[?]], England, which is not far from the haunts of a number of the present day English fans. Nothing much happened, save for the war, which I can't remember, till shortly after my eighth birthday, when the family came to the United States. We lived in Barnesboro, Pa., and it was there that I did nothing except grow up and go to school. Nothing like a small town for a fellow to grow up in, where you can really have freedom at times, what with fishing, swimming, or tramping through the woods. I was about fourteen when I first began to read the science fiction magazines, and have been collecting them ever since. That is, I was a fan from then on, but for about five years before that I was wild about everything written by Burroughs, Verne and Wells; in a general sense I suppose I could consider myself a science fiction fan at 9 or 10, at that, as Rothman does. Just about the first story I read in a science fiction magazine was "The Second Swarm," by J. Schlossel, and I still consider it as one of the greatest science fiction stories to ever appear in one of the regular magazines. In rapid succession I discovered Air and Science Wonders, and the Quarterly, and later on the Argosy. Every cent I got was spent on my collection, which grew by leaps and bounds. My first correspondent was Julius Schwartz, and that correspondence has been kept up ever since.
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PSFS News Page 13 OSWALD TRAIN I suppose that I must start at the very beginning, back on June 8, 1915, when a squalling infant came into the world. You are right -- I was that infant. That momentous event took place in the little town of Naswell[[?]], England, which is not far from the haunts of a number of the present day English fans. Nothing much happened, save for the war, which I can't remember, till shortly after my eighth birthday, when the family came to the United States. We lived in Barnesboro, Pa., and it was there that I did nothing except grow up and go to school. Nothing like a small town for a fellow to grow up in, where you can really have freedom at times, what with fishing, swimming, or tramping through the woods. I was about fourteen when I first began to read the science fiction magazines, and have been collecting them ever since. That is, I was a fan from then on, but for about five years before that I was wild about everything written by Burroughs, Verne and Wells; in a general sense I suppose I could consider myself a science fiction fan at 9 or 10, at that, as Rothman does. Just about the first story I read in a science fiction magazine was "The Second Swarm," by J. Schlossel, and I still consider it as one of the greatest science fiction stories to ever appear in one of the regular magazines. In rapid succession I discovered Air and Science Wonders, and the Quarterly, and later on the Argosy. Every cent I got was spent on my collection, which grew by leaps and bounds. My first correspondent was Julius Schwartz, and that correspondence has been kept up ever since.
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