About

About

Born in 1954, my parents came to Alaska in 1948 because my father, an artist, wanted to see and capture beauty of the state in his oil paintings. Mom, who was just 20-years-old at the time, agreed to the big adventure. They drove north in November in a Morris Minor (tiny car.) It still amazes and baffles me to consider the challenges they faced. There are many stories to share.

Once they arrived they stakes a homestead near Kenny Lake, Alaska and decided to settle down and stay. At the time the state was still a territory and there wasn’t much here in the way of infrastructure. The road between Copper Center (on the Richardson Highway near Kenny Lake) and Anchorage was long, brutal and treacherous.

Dad and Mom decided to move into anchorage after their cabin burned down from a faulty stove. My oldest sister was a baby at the time. Four of my five siblings (including me) were born in Anchorage. We continued to visit the family homestead until 1960 when Dad decided to donate the property back to the state for a school.

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