If you grew up in a Scandinavian community and remember that . . . . . . coffee was king, and tea was for the sick, the wimps, and town women who thought they were from Hollywood. . . . historically, the Scandinavian woman never went in for show. Put her in a beige dress, paint her fingernails with clear polish, splash on a dab of Evening in Paris, and that's about as much flash as you could ever expect to see. . . . anyone who could keep his cool in the middle of August in the John Deere implement shop when he heard that his combine parts wouldn't be in stock for two more weeks had to be pretty level headed. . . . it wasn't at all unusual to come into a small town and hear the bells of five Lutheran churches within a four block radius peeling "Faith of Our Fathers" at the same time . . . then, vaer sa god, and fill up on "Second Helpings of Cream and Bread." This book does have a couple yellow stains on it as shown in the picture. It is from 1986.