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…
This photograph is an important part of my family’s history. Most of my uncles and great-uncles served in World War II – both theatres of operation – and only one of them did not come back: 1st Lt. Chester David Jaques. He was a B-17 pilot in the 8th Air Force of the Army Air … Continue reading Every Picture Tells a Story…Don’t It?
The last time I wrote a blog entry was way back in September 2017...that was not long after the Fall semester began. A word of advice: if possible...DO NOT take three history classes at the same time - particularly if two of these courses are upper division and the third is needlessly complicated. If memory … Continue reading Goodness, It Has Been Awhile…The Conference
About a month ago, I was talking with my mother on the phone. She said that a friend told her Phil Rouillier (pronounced ROOLYER) was dead. No, I said…that can’t be. Phil can’t be dead. But he was. And he is. I am so sad… I met Phil when I was very young. He was … Continue reading Phil…
The fall semester has begun at the University of Alaska Anchorage…for me, the beginning of school used to be something I eagerly anticipated – particularly when I was a child. We were homeschooled, as we lived way out in the Bush. Our books arrived from Juneau in a large square box, including teacher’s manuals…and supplies … Continue reading The First Week of the Fall Semester…
Beautiful is the word that comes to mind as I read this...
I’m a visual and kinesthetic learner. This is a fancy way of saying that I need to see and touch when I am trying to learn a new thing, or when I’m trying to recall a memory. Photographs are a case in point. Arthur and His Mammeh Arthur has been on my mind even more … Continue reading When I Look at This Photo, I Feel…
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