This is a pictoral history, a story about my parent’s journey from Connecticut to to their new home in Anchorage, Alaska in 1956 and the next 20+ years of their life raising a family in what was known as the Last Frontier. It is more than a story of geography, it is also a journey of the heart….enjoy!
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I remember standing on the platform waiting to catch the mid-life train. Just biding my time, knew it was coming, no big deal. Wondering when it would arrive and how to make sure I got a good seat. My mind was kind of wandering. Thinking about other things. Next thing I know I’m watching scenery roll by…
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My husband has this little, ancient, worn-out, ridiculously heavy overnight case that was given to him by his mother when he was very young. It’s the ugliest, least useful piece of luggage you can imagine. She called it a “valise”…trying to put a nice spin on it.
I keep asking why he keeps it. Says he can’t get rid of it. Thinks it’s some sort of family heirloom although he can’t say for sure where it came from…
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I have a deep seated reluctance admitting to others I’m a writer. The rules of the written English language have bedeviled me most of my life. I’ve always enjoyed writing, but throughout my many years of schooling I was consistently told I lacked the proper writing skills. I couldn’t grasp the rules of punctuation – I just wrote.