(Walker) Mielke 2013
I recently re-discovered an
interview I did with my father in 1985. It reminded me that time is marching
on (for all of us) and it is now my turn to record
some childhood memories of Chugiak during the 1950’s & 1960’s.
The businesses mentioned in this story, thrived during my childhood but most no longer exist. The people, I mention, were all early homesteaders as well as family friends. Keep in mind that this account is written through the eyes of my youth and may not be accurate; however, it is how I remember it.
My father, Ollie Walker, was
the son of Jacob and Rosina Walker who were German-Russian immigrants living
in North Dakota. My mother, Kathleen (Furness) Walker, was the daughter
of Thomas and Kate Furness of Cambridge, England.
My father was drafted into
the Army in March of 1942. After boot camp, he was stationed at Bassingbourn,
England and worked as a telephone switchboard operator for the duration of
World War II. My parents met at a dance and dated each other until the Army
sent dad back to America in October of 1945.
Dad tried to set up a farm
over the next 14 months, but changed his mind and sold his farming equipment
and livestock. In December of 1946, he bought airline tickets to go back
to England to see mom, and after a 4 week courtship, they married on January
2, 1947 and flew back to North Dakota two weeks later.
Spur a New Start in Alaska
In 1947, Ashley, North Dakota
was not a happy place for my mother. She was very homesick and felt alienated
in the staunchly German enclave of 500. They spoke NO English and she described
them as rigid in their ways and very standoffish with "outsiders" (of which
she was definitely one).
Eight months after settling
in Ashley, tragedy struck, when my father accidentally hit a young girl with
his truck. As I understand it, she was on a horse and he didn't see her
in time to stop. Both he and the little girl tried to avoid each other by
going into the ditch, but unfortunately, they both chose the same ditch and
the girl was killed. Her name was Garaldine Harter and she was only 10.
Four months after that, tragedy
struck again. My mother gave birth to a baby boy, born on Christmas Eve 1947
and, as family legend goes....the rural farm doctor was drunk and failed
to clear the fluid from the babies lungs which caused his death two days later.
My parents were devastated. Dad felt especially guilty since
he was the one who insisted on the home birth. In anguish, he built
the babies coffin and hand dug the grave, at the Ashley City Cemetery,
My mother was emotionally
shattered and early that next spring, she went back to England. She lived
with her parents, in Cambridge and spent a lot of time with her siblings,
although she never once mentioned the death of her baby to them. After
her six months away, mom wrote to my dad and told him that she would consider
coming back to America if he moved out of Ashley; there were just too many
bad memories for her there. Dad sold his farm and used the money to send
mom a ticket back to America, aboard the S.S. America.
While mom was in route, dad moved to Wahpeton, North Dakota.....enrolled in a trade school for auto body repair, and got a job as a road grader operator. After he completed vocational school, my parents decided to move out of North Dakota. They arrived in Alaska in March of 1950; I was born two months later.
Alaska, A New Start
Mom and Dad came to Alaska to take advantage of rumored free homestead land and plentiful work. Their first home was a tiny rental "house" behind the Stop & Shop Grocery in Mt. View; it was actually a large wooden packing crate (from the military base) which someone converted into an “apartment”. Dad found a temporary job as a laborer on Elmendorf Air Force Base and he had a second job as a pin setter at a bowling alley. They had four children between 1950 and 1957: I was born in May of 1950; my sister Debbie was born in 1952; my brother Terry was born in 1955 and my sister Sherrie was born in 1957. We were all born in the old Providence Hospital at Ninth & L Street in Anchorage.
Moving to Chugiak
In the late spring of 1950,
my parents bought half an acre of land at mile 18½
of the Old Glenn Highway (from Gib & Eileen Reid) and built
a small one room log cabin. Mom used to say that it was so small that
she burned her backside once when she bent over to get me out of the bassinett.
Life in the new community of Chugiak was primitive but my parents liked the area and it was open to homesteading. That summer, dad got a full time Civil Service Job on Fort Richardson Army Base; a job he would keep for the next 25 years.
My folks filed an application
with the Land Office for a 160 acre homestead patent in May
of 1950. They were told that applicants had to live on, and farm,
the land for five years before the patent would be approved, so they
sold their little cabin at mile 18½....moved onto the homestead
at mile 17½.....planted potatoes, raised chickens and bought a bulldozer
to clear the homestead and make a few dollars clearing other homesteads.
Mom and dad moved a small
old building onto the homestead in 1950. Over the years, they connected
other buildings and eventually built a second story over the whole thing.
It was pretty small by todays standards, but we were comfortable. They hauled
drinking water and heated with oil, which dad bought near Ship Creek and
trucked out to the homestead in 55 gallon drums.
In the early 1950's, people
bought the bulk of their groceries from Anchorage or the military
base. However, there were a few stores in Chugiak that offered canned
and frozen food in a pinch: Swanee Slopes, Moose Horn Trading Post
and Allen's Grocery in Peters Creek. They were all very small, privately
owned stores and the food was very expensive.
1952-1958, my parents were
members of the First Baptist Church in Anchorage, pastored by Felton
Griffin. In 1960, they joined the First Baptist Church of Eagle River,
pastored by E.C. Chron. In about 1963, they were charter members the
First Baptist Church of Birchwood, pastored by Bill Kesterman and later
The original First Baptist
Church of Birchwood was on the Old Glenn Highway, just past the North
Birchwood Loop (by today's landmarks, it would be on Lace Street).
Services were held in an old WWII military surplus building (Sunday
morning, Sunday evening and Wednesday evening) and about 45 people attended
on a good day. When the church moved to its present day location, near
the North Birchwood Loop overpass, the old church building was sold to
Ted Sadler who used it as his first furniture store in Alaska.
The Birchwood church families
(from the earliest days) were the Sawyers, Landreths, Heagles, Jones,
Carawan's, Christines, Moore's, Johnson's, Hughes, Fretwell's and Tyson's.
Off To School
I started first grade, in
1956, at Chugiak Elementary on the Old Glenn Highway.
The first day of school, we were all lined up and given DPT shots.
Several of us had serious reactions and Mrs. Emmert (the principals
wife) deduced it was because the nurse had used the same syringe
for everyone.....times have certainly changed.
Starting in the third grade,
kids were allowed to work in the lunch room kitchen (one
day a month) in trade for a free hot lunch. The main cook was
Paul Swanson's sister, "Penn" Lee
(her real name was Henrietta). She was a legendary baker and people STILL (nearly 60 years later) talk about the delicious bread rolls that she served in the Chugiak Elementary lunch room.
Paul Swanson (who came to Alaska in 1940) ran the Post Office across the street from the school. Every day, his Collie dog came over to the playground during noon recess, and every day, Mr. Swanson would chase the old dog home. I don't know which upset him more, the disobedient dog, or the jeering kids on the playground (we all wanted the dog to stay and play). Mr. Swanson would scold the dog and threaten him with a board. Some kids were convinced that there was a nail in Mr. Swanson's "weapon", but I never saw it.
Chugiak Elementary opened in 1951 and was over-crowded soon after. Overflow classes were held in surplus Army buildings and Quonset huts. My first grade teacher (1956) was Miss Rowland (married name: Mrs. Waterman); my second grade class (I can’t remember the teachers name) was held in the Methodist Church across the street from the school; my third grade teacher was Mrs. May; my fourth grade teacher was Miss Eggleston (married name: Mrs. Aske); my fifth grade teacher was Mrs. Golden Pettit and my sixth grade teacher was Mr. Kerr.
In 1962, they changed the
school boundaries and I (reluctantly) attended 7th and
8th grade in Eagle River. My teachers were Mr. Rouse, Mrs.
Carole Connell, Mrs. Golden Pettit (again) and Natalie Brooks was
our music teacher. I was a cheer leader for the Eagle River Rams (in
the 8th grade) and our colors were green and gold. I was also on a
girls softball team that year and our coach was Karen Missle who lived
on Lower Fire Lake.
Chugiak High School the first year it opened, in 1964,
and graduated from there in 1968; our class was the first graduating
class to attend all 12 grades without having to leave Chugiak/Eagle
River (before 1964, kids had to go to high school in Anchorage).
not recall what year telephones were installed in Chugiak,
but I know it must have been in the late 1950’s; our first
phone number started with "HO" followed by 4 numbers (the HO stood for
homestead). Before "real phones", my parents and three other neighbors
established a “do-it-yourself” homestead phone system. They
strung surplus Army wire between homesteads and hooked up
World War II, EE-8 Army field phones. The field phone had a standard
receiver, which hung from the side of a ten pound canvas covered
battery pack base, and it had a hand crank that powered a 100 volt
ringing generator. One full revolution of the hand crank (which took
some strength) meant everyone on the system would hear the same ring
from their field phone. Supposedly, each family had its own designated
number of rings, but realistically, any time the phone rang, everyone
on the system answered and listened in. The other families connected
to OUR field phone network were the Robert Schoonmaker's, the Robert
Aubrey's and the Hank Aust's.
British War Brides
My mother was always homesick for England and nurtured friendships with other war brides in the area such as Jo Cates, Daphne Monroe, Daisey Shetzle, Eileen Reid, Violet Hall, Edna Seabolt, Dorothy Liska, Myra Leman and other names lost in time. Many afternoons were spent with these English friends, laughing, chatting (in their best English accents) and reminiscing about England. In the 1960's, Mom and British pal Violet Hall spearheaded a door to door fund raising drive for a new building to house the Chugiak Volunteer Fire Department on the Old Glenn Highway.
In the spring of 1954, thinking they were well on their way to completing their homestead requirements, mom and dad had their land surveyed and submitted their final application papers. Shortly after, they were told they had made a critical error that was going to cost them over half of their homestead acreage. The Homestead Act allowed people to file on a single piece of property. The land my parents staked was technically two pieces of property since the Old Glenn Highway ran through one end the homestead. The Government made them choose which side of the highway they wanted to apply for. After much thought, they decided to file for the smaller parcel (that lay up against the mountains) because their house was already on it and because it included Fire Creek. They released their claim to the 100 acres that lay on the west side of the highway and were granted a U. S. Patent No. 1152305 to the remaining 58.62 acres at mile 17½ of the Old Glenn Highway in 1955.
In 1958, my parents inadvertently
went into pig farming when JoAnn Vanover gave mom a
baby pig that was destined to be destroyed because of a crippled
back leg. It wasn't long before mom went back to Vanover’s and got
another baby pig; two summers later, our pigs had 11 piglets of
The little piglets were so much fun to watch. Dad built a small shed for them to live in and put up a spruce pole fence to keep them corralled. They grew quickly and that fall dad decided they needed to go into the freezer (huge shock for us kids). He hired a fellow dog musher named Joe Traversie to slaughter and dress the pigs. Joe was a Sioux Indian and his wife Gladys was an Inupiat Eskimo from Egavik on the coast of Norton Sound. She was an excellent skin sewer and made beautiful mukluks with moose hide soles and intricate seal and caribou fur trim. Joe and Gladys were janitors at Chugiak High School when it opened in 1964; they were great people and tough as nails.
Our homestead fronted the Old Glenn Highway, from the northern tip of Upper Fire Lake, to (todays) Del’s Lane. The homestead consisted of our home, a 20' x 20' plot of potatoes, a Jamesway hut storage shed, a large pole barn, a small travel trailer, chicken coops, rabbit pens and the obligatory outhouse. The Jamesway hut was a 16’x32’ surplus military structure with a canvas skin over wood ribs and a pallet floor. It housed a big chest freezer, bales of hay and 50 lb. bags of oats for dads dog team (and a billion spiders). The travel trailer was used to store dog harnesses, rigging, extra dog chains and doubled as the birthing place for our outdoor cats. The pole barn was made of spruce poles, covered with corrugated aluminum sheeting and was about 15’x30’; it was primarily for dry storage, but occasionally locals who were down on their luck lived in our barn. One of my third grade classmates, Gale Gibson and her family, lived in our barn for a while after their house burned down.
Besides the pigs, we had goats,
dozens of guinea hens (for the eggs), lots of rabbits, forty sled dogs
and we even had a cow one year.
The Sled Dogs
The dogs were dads passion
and he made his own race and freight sleds, harnesses
and rigging. In the early days, we always had five gallon buckets of
rawhide soaking in the house somewhere; dad used it when he made dog
sleds. The soft/soaked rawhide was threaded through eyelets drilled
into the wood pieces of the sled, then wrapped around wooden joints and
cinched tight. When the rawhide dried, it shrunk and tightened even more,
yet it remained strong and flexible.
In the winter, the sled dogs were fed a cooked mixture of meat and tallow scraps and oats. Dad got the meat trimmings and tallow (for free) from a (dog friendly) butcher at the Piggly Wiggly store in Mt. View. The ingredients were then cooked together in a huge pot, over an outdoor propane burner, to form an easily digestible winter meal for the dogs; in the summers they ate commercial dog food.
Mom and dad were charter members
of the Chugiak Dog Mushing Association and many of those first meetings
were held in our living room. Dad raced dogs in the Anchorage
Fur Rendezvous and at the Tozier Track on Tudor Road as well as a few races
in Fairbanks. He also raced dogs, many weekends, on Pippel’s Field
in downtown Eagle River. I raced, a few times, in the 3 dog class but
I never placed. There was also the 1 dog class, reserved for the 4-6 year
old kids. Their course was basically just a 50' circle (in the parking lot)
and the little kids stood on the sled runners and hung on for dear life,
while their dog (usually a veteran lead dog) pulled them around the circle
at breakneck speeds. The one with the fastest time (and didn't fall off of
the sled) won a small trophy. It was always a lot of fun to watch.
In the late 1950's, dad had
an evening ritual of harnessing 9-11 dogs to the sled and taking
them on a run from our house down to Beach Lake and back. I
enjoyed going with him, and sat in the sled basket under a ton
of blankets, with only my red cheeks and frozen nose exposed. I
can still picture the "diamonds in the snow"; I can hear the sound of the
sled runners breaking through the snow crust.....I can hear dad's piercing
whistle commands to his dogs.....his insistent "gee" and "haw" commands
and the occasional loud crack of his 16' braided leather whip (used
for sound effects only). Those sled rides are one of my favorite childhood
Although dad did not win any
dog races, he did very well in the Fur Rendezvous weight pull
competition. In 1958 and 1959 dad placed first in the single dog class; Yukon,
his lead dog, pulled 1,198 pounds from a dead start. He also won first
place in the three dog weight pull class
His lead dog, Yukon,
won first place for pulling 1,198 pounds in the single dog class. dad
also won first place in the three dog class, with his dogs Yukon, Skipper
and Ghost, who pulled 2,350 pounds together; he was so proud of those
Towards the end of dads dog
mushing days, he starting breeding sled dogs to sell. He
had big plans to cross breed the standard sled dog with a greyhound,
hoping to produce a long legged dog that would be super fast. One summer,
one of these "experimental" dogs, a young male named Pluto, was badly
injured when he jumped out of a moving truck. When the dog had recovered
enough to move around a little, dad made a harness contraption and
suspended the dog from the ceiling of my bedroom. Once in the contraption,
Pluto could exercise for several hours a day without putting weight
on his hips. He was a funny looking dog.....long legs, with a skinny
body and droopy ears. Why dad hung the injured dog in MY bedroom,
I'm not sure, but I didn't mind.
Dad's experimental husky/greyhound dogs were very fast; he clocked them at 16 miles per hour, but they didn't have much endurance, so he didn't pursue the new breed for long. Myron and Shirley Gavin were good friends of my parents and they bought a lot of puppies from dad when Shirley first got into dog racing; they lived in a subdivision behind Steven's gas station in Peters Creek. Shirley was a very successful racer and won first place in the Fur Rendezvous womens race in 1966, 1969 and 1970; Myron was a race marshal for many years.
The Homestead Finally Gets Running Water
I don't remember
anyone, in our neighborhood, that had running water in the early
days. My parents hauled water (1950-1958) from from a creek that ran
near the Parksville Coffee Shop. In the summer it was easier to fill
our five gallon "Jerry cans" (as dad called them) from a pipe that someone
had put into the upper reaches of Parks Creek and on the downhill end, they
propped up the pipe so you could get your watercan under the pipe.
Filling those cans in the winter, was a little trickier. There was usually a spot in the creek that didn't freeze over and dad would lay on the ice and hold the water cans down in the hole and to fill them up. As for bathrooms on the homestead; outhouses were used when possible and "honey buckets" were used when it was too dark (or cold).
Having never lived with running
water, I was in seventh heaven when I started 1st grade and discovered
that there was running water!! I never passed up the opportunity to
drink from the water fountain (even if I wasn't thirsty); it was just
such a novelty for me.
In 1958, my parents decided
dig a well. Our homestead was on a layer of topsoil over bedrock,
so hand digging a well was not an option. The best bet was to dig a
well next to Fire Creek which was 100' down an embankment behind the
house. After several days of digging in the creek bed (and getting
no water), dad decided to blast the hole with dynamite.
On "blasting day", mom wrapped
us kids in a big blanket and put us under the kitchen table, just
in case something went awry with the dynamite. Of course, the table
we were under was right next to a huge window, but I guess they didn't
think that far.
Our neighbor, Bob Aubrey and
my father drilled holes into the bedrock and filled them with sticks of dynamite,
then lit the fuses and ran like crazy. The blast shot rock dust over 100'
into the air; Mom recorded the whole thing with her Kodak Brownie movie camera.
The water had to be piped
back up the 100' embankment, to the house, so dad built an above
ground wooden box, complete with insulation and heat tapes, to protect
the water pipes in the summer and keep them from freezing in the winter.
Every other winter, or so, the heat tapes would either fail, and freeze
the pipes, or overheat and catch the wooden box on fire, but it was
great tasting water and there was plenty of it.
Our Chugiak Neighbors
My birthday party guest list
(written in my baby book 1950-1955), reads like an early Chugiak
telephone directory (except there were no telephones in early
Roger and Millie Ball and children Timmy and Ronnie
Jim and Marie McDowell (they owned Moose Horn Trading Post)
Paul and Margaret Swanson and children Martha and Steven (they owned Swanee Slopes)
Les and Dottie Fetrow and children Sandy, Larry, Karla Rae and Mary
The Sehm (or Simm?) Family
The Hatcher's and children Bobby and Shirley
Simon and Bobbie Media and children Simon, David and Paul
Pat and Mickey Earles and children
The Curry's and children Corky and Stevie
Gib and Eileen Reid and children Mike, Doug and Brian
The Gibson's and daughters Michael and Gale
Burrell and Louise Frary and daughters Maureen and Star
Allen and Rose Pearce and son Larry
Aden and Jo Cates and children Kenneth, Pat and Denise
Bob and Susie Aubrey and children Robyn, Audrey and Rhonda
Velda, Vesta and Bobby Land
Jess and Doris Straight and children Linda, Stubby and Candy
The Gunnell's and son Gregory
The Cafree Family
The neighbors that lived closest to our homestead were Robert & Lillian Schoonmaker, who lived on the hill at mile 18 (their house was later purchased by William & Phyllis Watkins). Across the Old Glenn Highway from our house, lived Barry and Creatus Darby, the Welkers, Jerry & Leona Setters, the Darrell and Marie Gardners, Denzel & Daisey Schetzel, Burrell & Louise Frary, Connie & Mary Brinson and Charlie & Jeanie Crane . They all lived on (or just off of) Darby Road. Burrell Frary and Charlie Crane grew up together in Montana and were close friends. The Frary's son ("Sonny") married Jerry and Leona Setters daughter (Wilma).
Just north of Darby Road (and
across from our homestead) was the log home of James and Janell Lamay.
James, the son of Clarence Lamay of Eagle River, was accidentally
shot to death in 1962 (in his front yard) while loading a
rifle into his truck. The next people to live in that house were
John and Dorothy Liska. Mr. Liska was a taxidermist and raised
bees (honey) commercially; he later went into politics.
North of the Lamay/Liska house
is Athanasius Street where the St. John Orthodox Church is. When I was
growing up, that road had no name and there was a big gravel pit on it. Only
three families lived that road in the late 50's and early 60's: the Cremin’s,
the Radiskie’s and the Despain’s (the road dead ended just past the Despain
Just north of Athanasius Street (on the same side of the road) was a tiny little green house where Grant and Yadie Hutchinson lived; Yadie was my mothers best friend. The Hutchinson's made home brew one summer and proudly displayed the finished product on a shelf in their kitchen. One day, while we were visiting, the heat from Yadie's oven (which was right under the display shelf) heated the beer bottles to the point of "explosion".....one by one, they popped their caps as if they were on a sequential timer......fountains of beer foam cascaded all over Yadie's kitchen. The Hutchinson's had a son named Archie who was an Anchorage City Police officer for many years.
In 1952, my parents sold
five acres on the south end of the homestead to Bob & Susie
Aubrey. Bob was in the military and had a shop in his basement where
he sold eyeglasses. He and his family were stationed in Okinawa for
a while, so Bob's eye glass shop was decorated with Japanese souvenirs,
including a dried and inflated puffer fish that hung on strings from
The Aubrey's had three
children, Robyn, Audrey and Rhonda and we used to play endlessly together
while our parents visited and played board games. One "traumatic" summer,
my mother helped Mrs. Aubrey butcher "a million" chickens. Robyn's job
was to cut the chickens heads off with an ax; that was the first time
I saw a (technically) dead animal run all over the yard; it totally grossed
me out. Once the headless chickens finally stopped flopping, they were
dunked into a 55 gallon drum of boiling water before mom and Susie pulled
their feathers out. Needless to say, I didn't eat chicken for a long time
The Aubrey's moved to Peters
Creek in the early 1960's and eventually to King Mountain.
Their son Robyn died from smoke inhalation during a fire at UAF
In the mid 1950’s, my parents
sold five acres, on the north end of the homestead,
to Hank and Pat Aust. By todays landmarks, the Aust driveway
is a street called Del's Lane and the old Aust home site is now
owned by the Koehler's.
In 1960, Jerry Setters,
who first lived on Darby Road (in an old military Jamesway
Hut) bought 2½ acres of our homestead, just south of
our house. When dad had the survey done, he dedicated a road easement
between our homestead and the land he sold to the Setters. Dad named
the road (which was only about half a block long) New Market Road,
after the street (in Cambridge, England) where my mother was born.
In 1965, my folks sold a small corner of the homestead, just south of the
Aubrey's, to Dr. Green, Eagle Rivers only doctor at the time.
In 1960, two Native girls
moved into the neighborhood; their last name was Mosquito.
Their mother was an excellent skin sewer and made beautifully
beaded miniature mukluks and Eskimo yo-yo's that she turned
into zipper pulls; her daughters sold them at my school for
50¢. They lived deep in the woods across the street from
our house (off of today's Darby Road). Their “house” was like nothing
I had ever seen before or since. It was just a dirt "cave", deep
in the side of a hill. The "cave" was obviously hand dug because the
moss, plants and trees that grew on top of the "cave" were totally
undisturbed. The entrance to their “house” was framed with unpeeled
spruce poles about 5’ tall and their door was an old tarp. The interior
walls were covered with old gray boards and their floor was smooth
brown dirt. I don’t recall a stove of any kind although there must
have been one because the girls’ clothes always faintly smelled like
a wood fire; Their home was very dark, although I do remember a lantern
on a table. Mrs. Mosquito was a short, sturdy woman who was all business
and said very little. I have no idea where they came from or where they
went when they left....one day they were just gone.
Heading North from Our Homestead
Just north of our driveway was Del’s Drive Inn, or I should say, the empty shell of Del’s Drive Inn. Originally owned by Sareefa Wright; it was a 6’ x 8’ abandoned (walk up) sandwich stand on the right side of the highway at mile 17¾. In 1958, the “building” was still in good shape and neighborhood kids (me included) used it as a playhouse. I met Sareefa Wright, in Wasilla, 35+ years later; she was a secretary at my childrens school and her husband Jake Wright was the Wasilla Fire Chief.......small world.
At mile 18, just north of
the Old Glenn Highway and South Birchwood Loop intersection,
was Ralph Anderson's gas station. Ralph received patent to his
land in 1957. He was quite an industrious man. He built a gas
station, a small trailer court and a small restaurant (the Wheel-R-In)
on his property. He sold gravel, pumped septic tanks and even ran
for Governor against Bill Egan in 1970. Ralph and his wife Bernie
had 9 children (all born at home): Danny, Ralph Jr. (Andy),
Polly, Patty, Peggy, Wendy, Paul, David & Russell who died as
a baby. (click
here for more information on Ralph Anderson)
Today, a small sunken house sits on the south side of the old Fuji Gift shop. In the 1950’s it was owned by former Matanuska Colonists, Einar and Inez Huseby, good friends of my mother. They were wonderful people who had exotic birds and ran a “bath house” at that location.
In the early 1950’s, we got our mail and gasoline from Moose Horn Lodge at mile 18½. The lodge was owned by Jim & Marie McDowell. Marie had a (horseshoe shaped) café counter, hot showers and post office boxes; Jim ran the gas pump and a tow truck. The McDowell’s made everyone feel welcome and the lodge always smelled like good food and strong coffee. Long after the McDowell's were gone, Moose Horn became a bus garage for the Anchorage School District and later yet, it was turned into apartments. They burned to the ground in 2007.
A stones throw north of Moose
Horn, and on the same side of the highway, was the home of
Cloyce and Justine Parks. They staked five acres, in 1945, that
already had a one room cabin on it (built by Harold Swank). In
1947, they staked another 5 acres and opened a coffee shop which they
built out of logs harvested from the Peters Creek area; in 1948, they
added a gas pump. They called it Parksville and it was a big success
due to Justine's pies and Cloyce's business sense. By todays landmarks,
the coffee shop would sit in the driveway of the Klondike Concrete
At mile 20, there was a small log building on the right side of the Old Glenn Highway (built 1949), called the Spring Creek Lodge; as a child, I thought it was a huge building. Our family ate there only on very special occasions. It had red plaid tablecloths and the best banana cream pie in the world. I think the Haik's built it if memory serves correctly.
The Chugiak VFW Hall (at about mile 21) was a military surplus building that housed bingo games and dances; the Chugiak Senior Center and apartments occupy that location today. Just north of the VFW Hall, was the location for the Chugiak Benefit Associations annual spring carnival. The whole community attended the three days of motorcycle races, games, food booths and beauty contests; Les Fetrow was Chu-Chu the Clown.
Before the North Birchwood Loop overpass was built, the old Loop intersected the Old Glenn highway at mile 21. Today, that intersection would be about where the rear parking lot of the "new" Chugiak Elementary School is. From the old mile 21 intersection, the Loop followed a sharp ridge back towards its present day route (except it ran behind todays Circle S Grocery building, instead of in front of it). On that ridge, was the Birchwood dump. Paralleling the old Loop; the dump was a crude 400’ open dumpsite, which had no fees, no regulation and minimal maintenance. People dumped everything imaginable there. Bigger items like vehicles, old appliances and dead animals, were pushed over the ridge, but most of the household garbage was just tossed beside the road. Occasionally, when the garbage started to spill out onto the road, someone would use a bulldozer to push it all back and set it on fire. My husband John remembers a whale that was dumped there in 1962. Evidently, it died while it was being prepared for shipment to a lower 48 aquatic zoo, and for unknown reasons, it ended up at the Birchwood dump; you can imagine the smell.
Reece & Gracie Tatro filed for a homestead (in 1945) that included all of Mirror Lake. In the early years they farmed geese and chickens which they sold in Anchorage and grew potatoes which they sold to Fort Richardson. Gracie was a very tiny person who smiled constantly. In the early 1950's, they opened a "drive-in" hamburger and ice cream shop at about mile 22; they called it the Dari Delight and it was a popular “Sunday drive” destination for many people. Today, the Dairy Delight has morphed into Bella Vista Pizza.
To the west of the Dari Delight, Russell and Elsie Oberg staked an 80 acre homestead and built a dairy farm. They had six children and Elsie was my 4-H leader; she was a wonderful lady.
From the Dari Delight, still heading north on the Old Glenn Highway, was a store called Allen’s Grocery owned by George Allen. It was built on a ridge, on the left side of the highway, just north of (today's) Mt. Eklutna Drive. Allen’s Grocery was tiny, but invaluable, since it was the only grocery store for miles around, and because it let people buy on credit until payday.
That is about as far north
as my memories take me. Now, I will list the people and
businesses I was familiar with, heading south (towards Eagle
River) from our homestead.
Heading South From Our Homestead
Today, there is an old dilapidated
building sitting at the mile 17 summit of the Old Glenn
Highway, a stones throw south from our homestead; it was the Fire
Lake Lodge; Jim and Lillian Polyefko bought it in 1950. In it's
hay day, the lodge was a thriving "hang out" that served drinks
and dinner (and a movie one night a week) to locals and military men
from Fort Richardson. The lodge burned down in 1954 after Lillian tried
to "tune up" the heating system by using a double dose of Red Devil
The lodge was rebuilt and
sold, but by 1964 it was the private residence of the
Bruton family (they had a son named Roy Bruton and foster son
named Ted Adkins). Later yet, it was a Jehovah Witness Church.
Just south of the lodge was
Ralph Rollins’ gas station; I don't know much about this
family, but I do remember that when you went into the station to
pay for gas, Mrs. Rollins had a skunk and a raven in her office.
South of Rollins gas station,
was Fish Hatchery Road and Upper Fire Lake. Pat and Mickey
Earles lived on the lake and were very good friends with my
parents. They came to Alaska in 1951 and moved to Fire Lake in
1957. Pat was a quiet man with a wonderful sense of humor and Mickey
was warm and motherly; they were great people and a big part of my childhood.
Mickey baked a lot of bread and I used to watch her endlessly; 55+ years
later, I still use her method to form my bread rolls. Their children
were Patsy, Larry, Peggy, Janice, Fred, Ricky, Danny and Tim. In
the late 1950's Pat and Mickey and three of their kids drove out
to the states with my family. Four adults and 7 kids in our old station
wagon from Alaska to North Dakota (and back)!!
My mom used to visit with
Floss and Melba Charles at their used furniture shop on the north
end of Eagle River; the store was called the "Swap & Shop". Floss
was married to Willie Charles and they had 4 kids: Wade, Gayle, Tonia
and Kelly. Melba was married to Tony Charles (Willie's brother);
they had two sons, Terry and Forrest and they lived about where CC
SkiDoo is today. The “Swap & Shop” sat next to Jesse & Nella
Wooten’s Tasty Freeze. Another business in that area (across from
today's McDonalds) was the Lamp Post Inn, an upscale, family style
restaurant-hotel, built by Walter and Marion Bowen; they had 3 daughters:
Nancy, Janet and Patty. Marion later married David Pippel, son
of Walt and Melva Pippel.
A Few Colorful Characters
From My Childhood
My folks had some unique friends in the early years. In no particular order, I'll start with Nora Collett. Nora came to Alaska in 1947; she got a job in an Anchorage candy shop where she learned the trade. In about 1950, she built a candy store on land owned by Cloyce and Justine Parks at mile 18½. Nora's plan was to sell candy to the bus loads of tourists who ate at the Parksville Coffee Shop. When the coffee shop burned down, in 1953, Nora gave her candy store building to the Parks family and opened a another store in the Tommy Slanker building in Eagle River. Nora was a caustic tongued woman with a heart of gold and she was famous for closing her candy store and posting a hand written sign that said: "Gone fishing........you should too!!"
Another colorful family friend
was Dotty Cochran. Dotty's husband's name was Corky
and dad did a lot of land clearing on their homestead in the
early years. Dotty went to jail for shooting a man that she said
was attacking her in her house. Dotty was a real character, she always
dressed in mens Hawaiian shirts and wore her hair heavily greased
and combed straight back. She was a loud person, who walked like a
man and jokingly threatened to steal everyones husband; she also swore
like a sailor, but she was a great person.
Fred Bustrin, known locally
as Chief Chugiak, opened a jewelry shop on the north end
of our homestead in the late 1950's. Fred was a giant,
diabetic, bachelor who owned a parrot and a cockatoo (vestiges
of a pet store he once owned in Anchorage). We used to "baby-sit"
Fred's birds when he went out of town and we quickly learned that.....not
only did the cockatoo know a lot of curse words (much to the chagrin
of my religious father), but the bird also knew how to undo the cage latch
and let himself out.
Fred told tourists he was
from the village of Egegik, but in reality he was from the
east coast. He liked to paint and made gold nugget jewelry and
a variety of other tourist type trinkets out of forget-me-not flowers
cast in clear resin. He paid neighborhood kids 50¢ a coffee
can for moose nuggets "in perfect condition", and used them to make
novelty earrings and necklaces as well as a very popular item called
a "moosequito". A "moosequito" was an oversized mosquito made
out of varnished moose nuggets and porcupine quills for the legs
and stinger; he sold hundreds of them to tourists every summer.
His partner was a small guy named Fred Buske, a dog musher; the
two were locally known as Big Fred and Little Freddie.
In the heart of Eagle River
was the Market Basket grocery store in the Eagle River
Shopping Center. In 1960, it was the only store, between
Anchorage and Palmer to have a full service meat counter. When
the Market Basket store closed, it was replaced by Value City
Grocery and after
that closed, it became a Carr’s Grocery. Decades later, Carr’s Grocery built their big store (across the road) on Pippel’s field.
On the corner of Monte Road
and the Old Glenn Highway, was McGann’s Grocery. It was
a very small wooden structure that looked more like a house than
a store. It had two entrances; one for groceries and one for
the liquor store. The store was popular with Eagle River kids
because it had an excellent penny candy counter and was close
to the elementary school. The McGann family lived in the back of
the store and you often had to knock on their apartment door (which
was next to the bread shelf) and ask them if you could pay for something.
Next to McGann's store (but on the other side of Monte Road) was the First Baptist Church (built in 1960-ish), probably the largest building in Eagle River at the time. My husband and I were married there in 1970.
There was only one Alaska
State Trooper assigned to Eagle River in the mid-1960's, Trooper
Dubber, who lived in the trailer court beside the bowling alley.
The teenagers kept him pretty busy with traffic tickets, pranks,
Before the existence of todays
divided highway that bypasses Eagle River and Chugiak, the old
(two lane) Glenn Highway used run right through the heart of Eagle
River, Chugiak, Peters Creek and up against the edge of Mirror Lake
without a single stop sign.
The old Glenn Highway, where
it crossed the Eagle River Bridge, used to be a lot steeper, very
narrow and had no lighting. In the winter, when that section of road
got very icy, the traffic sort of "policed itself". By that, I mean
that the cars would come to a complete stop, at the top of the hill
(in both directions), and wait for the car in front of them to get over
the bridge and back up the other side before making their own bonsai
attempt. This cooperative measure began out of necessity, because some
people did not make it up the other side, on their first try, and had
to back down that treacherous grade; it was definitely "white knuckle
driving" with no four wheel drive or studded tires.
Mom Goes To Work
My mother had a snack bar
in the Eagle River Bowling Alley, on Monte Road, from 1962-1964.
Floyd Smith was the bowling alley manager, Phyllis Stewart was the
secretary, Denny Marquis was the custodian and Frank Ryan owned the
About 1966, mom earned an associates degree in social work and worked with the Head Start Program. She also worked for the UAA Cooperative Extension Office, and finally, she worked for the Alaska State Public Assistance office (in Eagle River); she retired in about 1980.
The 1964 Earthquake
On March 27, 1964, I was helping
mom at the bowling alley snack bar when the "big earthquake" hit. At first,
I was not sure what was happening. I could hear/feel a deep rumble that
sounded like an earth excavator pushing against the building. Within seconds,
all of the condiments above the snack bar cash register,bounced off
the shelf and landed in the deep fryer, causing a huge boil over. Stacks
of glass dinner plates crashed to the floor and the bowling
pins all fell over, causing the big orange (neon) Brunswick
Crown logo’s (that indicated a strike) to simultaneously light
up in all ten bowling lanes.
I remember someone shouting "what the *#&$% is that?" and Floyd Smith, the manager, yelled back, "it's an earthquake!!" The next heave knocked all of the bowling balls off their storage racks and that is when mom decided we might be safer outside. As we ran out of the building, I saw Mr. Ryan, through the large plate glass windows that divided his tavern from the main bowling alley. He had both arms stretched out, valiantly trying to stop dozens of liquor bottles from sliding off of his counters; his eyes were as big as saucers. Once outdoors, the first thing I noticed was the absence of everyday noises.....no cars, no machinery, no construction, no dogs barking or people noises of any kind. All I could hear was the deep rumble coming from the earth and the sound of overhead electrical lines making a zinging noise as the wildly tilting power poles caused the lines to alternate from very slack to very taut. The earth was moving so violently that it was nearly impossible to stand up and I steadied myself by moving my feet far apart and flexing my knees like shock absorbers; it seemed like the shaking would never stop. Mr. Ryan finally gave up the fight to save his liquor bottles and tried to exit the big glass bowling alley doors. The shifting building had jammed the doors shut, leaving him frantically banging on the glass with his fists.... sort of like Dustin Hoffman in "The Graduate". Ten seconds later, the building shifted again and the big doors sprung open and released Mr. Ryan. The earthquake shook for four minutes straight!!
After the earthquake, the bowling alley was set up as a refuge for people that needed a place to stay. Since the electricity and telephones were out, mom sent me down to the grocery store to ask the manager if they could donate food for those who were gathering at the bowling alley. The grocery store was a mess; the big plate windows were broken, the isles were completely blocked by fallen merchandise that was at least three feet deep; the store smelled of broken pickle jars and it was all dark and VERY quiet. The manager generously donated lunch meat, bread, chips, milk, soda, ice and anything else that he could not keep without refrigeration. Mom and her best friend, Yadie Hutchinson, used the facilities at the snack bar to make hundreds of sandwiches for people who were camping out on the floor of Mr. Ryan’s tavern over the next three days.
Our house didn’t suffer very
much damage during the earthquake, just a few broken
dishes and a gold fish that sloshed out of its bowl. For days
after the earthquake, we had after shocks. Just before each sizable
tremor, our sled dogs would start to howl in unison.
The earthquake happened
on a Good Friday holiday, so schools were closed and no one was hurt
when the gymnasium walls of Eagle River Elementary School collapsed.
The people of Chugiak & Eagle River were very lucky; most of the
damage was limited to collapsed chimneys, wells that went dry and other
An End To Homesteading
In 1968, my parents sold their
homestead, at mile 17½, to Jimmie & Joyce Connell and moved to
Anchorage. Dad retired from Fort Richardson in 1975 and became a welder on
the North Slope until 1985. The old homestead house burned down in 2014.
They were good people and
like many other early Chugiak pioneers, they worked
hard, packed water, battled the elements, lived paycheck
to paycheck, tried several "get rich quick" schemes, pitched
in when neighbors needed a hand, broke fish & game laws (when
it was necessary) and participated in many “firsts” for Chugiak.
In their “golden years”,
they spent their winters in Texas and summers in a small
house they built on the last slice of the old homestead. Mom
died in 1992 and is buried near Palmer. Dad re-married and lived in
Florida and California; he died in 2007. I sure wish I had asked
them more questions about their early days in Chugiak.
Coleen (Walker) Mielke
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