In the summer of 1967, I was 9 years old and we had only lived at Sherman for three years. We were blissfully ignorant about Alaska’s capricious weather, and little did we know that this was going to be a summer none of us would ever forget. Our house still had a flat tarpaper roof. … Continue reading Summer 1967: Who’ll Stop the Rain?
I grew up on a homestead located thirty-two miles north of Talkeetna, Alaska. In the early 1970s, we had a winter that was particularly hard on the wild animals in our area. There’s a trickledown effect when the winter is harsh and food is scarce, and lynx are as affected by this as any other … Continue reading The Day the Dog Did Not Die
Growing up in Alaska meant that our extended families were very far away. In the early 1960s, when we were homesteading at Sherman, money was in short supply and we didn’t take trips Outside. Our extended families lived mainly in California and Missouri…might as well have been the moon. My grandmothers were really the only … Continue reading Grandmothers
This week our prompt is supposed to be “It was the summer of…” but I have already written one of those about The Summer from Hell which you can read at https://shermancityhall.com/2015/11/20/the-hardship-that-i-am-most-thankful-for/. I have lived for sixty summers…to most people, summer is a wonderful time of freedom, long warm nights and all the things we … Continue reading Summer is LIFE…