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Joe Fournelle's avatar

Arrived in Alaska in 1950 at the age of 22 months. Lived outside of Anchorage in Rogers Park. Yes, I know it's Midtown now but in the Fifties it was outside of Anchorage. When Alaska became a state we had to leave because the state took over what my dad was doing--he was with the public health service, a federal agency. So we drove out of Anchorage January 1, 1959. We spent the first night on the road at the Parker House in Tok. In their luxury room, the one with attached bath. Left the morning of January 2 not sure of our destination. Never reached it. About 4:30 in the afternoon at the sharp 90 degree bend to the right at mile 1061 my dad overcorrected going around the bend and the luggage rack on the roof of the car caused the car to overturn off the road. Fortunately the snow cushioned any impact and distance wasn't far. Dad got a fire going. Vehicles stopped. Dad went back to Destruction Bay to arrange to recover the car and contents. Mom, brother and I went on the Haines Junction. January 2 the car was made driveable. January 3 Dad picked us up and we went on to Whitehorse. Spent a week there while the car was made as good as new. And the adventure continued.

In 2014 I returned home after too many years away. Another Tok adventure. Days before Thanksgiving we reached Tok. No headbolt heater as it was called in the Fifties or battery blanket. I'm ashamed to say I was grossly unprepared. 17 below that night and the battery froze. Our dogs didn't appreciate the cold either. Removed the battery, thawed it in the bathtub, got a jump and continued our journey home to Palmer. Had a heated garage life was good.

By 2024 we realized how much we missed the grandkids on the east coast. We reluctantly left Alaska to be closer to them. We ate our last meal in Alaska in Tok. I miss Alaska and will Always consider myself Alaskan.

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Michael Lefner's avatar

Thanks for sharing this story. We visited Tom in the summer is 1969 after our first year in Alaska. The next year the band teacher and his family moved there from Bethel for a couple of years.

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