Showing posts with label Alaska. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alaska. Show all posts

Saturday, May 23, 2009

3096 Cedar Street, Apt. Unit #1


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My sister Aimee wearing "bunny boots", with Ranger













"Kids! You'll damage your eyes! But let me take some photos first."














A room with....a view....














Ranger (bestest dog ever!)














My mom and the mysterious "wall key"













My sister Aimee (in red) at the airstrip on the northern side of the Army base.













This used to be my playground.

Fishin' II: Homer, AK


NOTE: Unfortunately, this fishing trip didn't involve either the McKellars or the Nobles. Still a good time, though. It was a charter fishing trip to Homer, Alaska in 1977 with my dad, myself, and a couple of doctor friends, also from Bassett Army Hospital (Ft. Wainwright). We fished rivers and lakes (summer and winter) and now it was time to try out the open ocean!

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Homer harbor














The docs are demonstrating the medicinal benefits of Olympia Beer. It's the water, boys. And a lot more!














We're ready to give them fishies hell! But first, hot dogs.














Our backup plan in case we didn't catch any fish? Or a reflection of my mood at the time because I had to wear those pants?













Homer Spit. Yep, that's what the area is called.














Searching for messages in bottles and Skull Mountain. Turns out the docs played a little prank on me...there is no Skull Mountain.
Dammit.


Youth Hockey Days: Hawks


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Not a bad team here. Randy Parsons was the captain, and the assistant captain was named John (I think). The goalie, Nelson Cornish, was incredible. My Dad thought Nelson was the best goalie in the Fairbanks area. Half of this team formed the nucleus of an Alaskan All-Star team for our division, and we went on to play at the Alaska-Canada Tournament in Anchorage where we did quite well when we played against the other Alaskan teams.

Then we played Whitehorse, Canada in our final match, and those kids from the Yukon Territories really took us to school! It wasn't a blowout; I think the final score was 3-1 against us, but we returned to Fairbanks with the realization that there's a bigger world out there.

PS - if my hair was any longer in this photo, I'd look a little like Garth from "Wayne's World". I'm wearing #8 in these photos because I couldn't wear my beloved #11 due to a "management problem". (Ordering the wrong jerseys!)

PS - The cutoff temperature for these outdoor games was -35 degrees. Which means if the temperature was -32 degrees, you're still playing. The little kids got to play on the warmer indoor ice most of the time. As you got older, your butt was sent outside!
















Youth Hockey Days: Patches


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These patches were scanned from my youth
hockey jacket, which I still have to this day.





















































Patches from Ft. Wainright and Fairbanks, Alaska. I love
the moose facing off against the polar bear.We often played teams from nearby Fairbanks. It became a rivalry: Army Brats vs. Townie Kids. Almost sounds like the basis for a Disney movie.




















Not every player can lay claim to membership in the Zero Club. In fact, the MAJORITY of players can't brag about this. Being a member of the Zero Club didn't mean I was a friendless loser, by the way! It's an award for goalies. Now, I wasn't a goalie and I never wanted to be one. I was a forward and I usually played either on wing or center, but one day our goalie was sick. And so was our backup goalie! We didn't have a third backup plan, and somehow I ended up standing in front of the pipes with the big pads and the enlarged, unwieldy stick. I had to "take one for the team", as they say. I was nervous and I had no idea of what I was doing. My movements felt slow and clumsy. I was used to feeling like a fighter jet; now I felt like the Michelin Man in figure skates. Miraculously, no goals were scored against me that day, earning me a shutout (and this patch). It's my personal favorite, no question about it. Being a goalie for a day certainly gave me a different perspective of the game of hockey. I developed a real appreciation for what goalies go through. I love my Zero Club patch.



















This should be pretty self-explanatory, but for those who aren't into hockey, a player earns a Hat Trick if he or she scores three goals in a single game. It doesn't happen often and it's always a thrill when it does happen. This goes back to the earliest days of hockey, when spectators would throw their hats out onto the ice whenever a player accomplished this feat. Many spectators still carry on the tradition today of course, but it's usually baseball caps rather than stovepipe hats which end up out on the ice....and the ladies just don't swoon the way they used to. Or so I like to imagine.



















This one is from the Alaska-Canada (ALCAN) Tournament, and it's the year when players in our division were selected from both Ft. Wainwright and Fairbanks teams to form a single "all-star" team. I was fortunate enough to land a spot on the roster. The tournament was held in Anchorage, some 365 miles south of Fairbanks, and we played teams from around the state. After plowing through most of the Alaskan teams (we were feeling pretty good about ourselves at this point) we played the team from Whitehorse, Canada (Yukon Territory). And they cleaned our clocks. The final score wasn't so bad - I think it was 3-1 against us, but it was more about the "problem-solving" manner with which they beat us. Those Whitehorse kids really had their act together! And I found out later that they weren't on any so-called "all-star" team, either - just the "random regulars" in their division. Our team was served a lesson in the game of hockey....along with a nice big piece of humble pie.



















I don't remember much about this patch from the Anchorage Hockey Association; it must have been handed out to us as a goodwill souvenir during our "road games" to that city. I do remember the Ben Boeke Ice Arena in Anchorage where we played most of our games. In Fairbanks, we played at the Big Dipper Ice Arena. In Fort Wainwright, our "home ice" - we played on our outdoor rink! No indoor arena for us. But we did have a plywood shack with a small space heater in it for quick warmups between periods. And there was a concession stand which sold hot cocoa after the games.



















This patch is in my collection but it isn't one that I was given as a hockey player. I think it's from my Dad, who worked with an amateur team in Seattle/Tacoma area if I recall correctly. It's pretty unique with Seattle's Space Needle and Mt. Rainier in the background.

Extra: Alaskan TV (Mid to Late 1970s)















Television in Fairbanks, Alaska during the mid 1970s.
Sigh. Those weren't the days.


This concept might be a bit difficult for some people to fully grasp today, but as a kid growing up in the interior of Alaska, I only had three television channels at my disposal - and two of the major networks shared one of those channels.

KTVF (Channel 11) handled CBS broadcasts. KUAC (Channel 9) was (and still is) the PBS station, beaming out of the University of Alaska campus. (PBS enjoyed healthy ratings in Alaska; I am told that at one point Alaskans watched more public television than any other state in the union when taken on a per capita basis). And KATN (Channel 2) was the oddball "hybrid" channel that offered programming from both NBC and ABC. And you never really knew when KATN would pull the rug out from underneath you by switching networks. Sometimes they changed things up right in the middle of the program you were watching. We never had a TV guide in the house; it would have been pointless.

Like most of my schoolmates, I lived for Friday nights. After Scope News at 11:00pm there was Theater 11, a time slot KTVF often used to show old monster movies. I loved Theater 11, and I can still remember the cheesy elevator music they used for the theme. It was an orchestral rendition of "To Dream The Impossible Dream" from Man of La Mancha.

We watched an unhealthy amount of television back then. It might be the reason I don't watch a whole lot of television as an adult. But television was something of a lifeline during those long, dark Alaskan winters. I also enjoyed reading as a child. There were many times during that period of my life when I really needed a place to escape, and books allowed me to shut out the rest of the world. I would disappear into my own imagination. I still remember many of the books I read as a child, but (with some notable exceptions) I can't recall most of the television I watched back then.
















My sister Aimee and I taking in a good ol' fashioned retina sizzlin'

It wasn't all bad, but it is also true that we were a captive audience. Faced with eight months of perpetual darkness and subzero temperatures which emphasized indoor activity, there wasn't a lot for a kid to do. But there were moments when TV truly brought my friends and I together. A freaky movie or a startling plot twist in a popular series always set our tongues awag on the playground the next day during recess. We shared this bond because nearly everyone saw the same show the night before. We didn't have many choices or distractions.















They don't call it the 'Land of the Midnight Sun' for nothing

Summer in Alaska meant no sleep for most of us kids because the sun never really went down. It was the polar opposite of winter. We were up all night, bouncing off the walls. When we ventured outside (often without parental knowledge, let alone approval) we liked to play the occasional game of "dodge the curfew" which was almost always exciting. Kids weren't supposed to be out on the streets of Ft. Wainwright past a certain hour. Is that MP car slowing down? Did the cop see us? Run!

Perhaps because he could not sleep himself, the manager of Channel 11 announced one summer that all-night broadcasting would commence for the months of June and July. Compeau's Marine (the local boat dealer) signed on as the prime sponsor. We were really excited about this as kids.

Forget about Theater 11 or Midnight Madness...this new idea meant that during our so-called sleepovers we could watch old movies like "The Blob" and old TV shows like "The Twilight Zone" until 5am! While we had fun at night, we were often cranky, red-eyed kids during the day. Our parents must have hated the manager of Channel 11.



















I remember one 4am movie we liked in particular - The Losers - about a misfit motorcycle gang which faced one of two choices: either go to prison or go over to Vietnam to fight as a special unit using tricked-out motorcycles. The gang chose Vietnam (well of course!) and their bikes were outfitted with machine guns and rocket launchers. Cool, man! Tragically, not all of those dirtbag motorcycle gang members made it home...*sniff*

















Another odd thing I remember about Alaskan TV in those days is that many TV programs were shown a good two weeks after the original broadcast as seen by households in the "Lower 48". I'll give you an example.

About every other summer or so, my family and I would fly down to Gunnison, Colorado to visit my grandparents. I was amazed to discover that my Nana and Gramps were watching television programs that I'd never even heard of. Thanks to satellite/tape delay (I never really figured out the technical reasons) these programs would not be televised in Alaska for another 14 to 21 days.

It was sort of like catching a glimpse of the future; you knew what was going to happen (at least in the realm of television) long before any of your friends back in Alaska did. "Heed my words. I predict that there shall be a made-for-TV Star Wars movie coming on NBC...at the end of the month!" I once said to my astonished friends during recess. It was oddly empowering.
















My grandmother and I liked to watch a game show called Tic-Tac-Dough. The show's host was Wink Martindale(!) I can't remember what I did to cross her one day (I know that she didn't like to lose at Chinese checkers) but the punishment from my grandmother was pretty harsh. She laid down the law: "Michael, you will not watch Tic-Tac-Dough tonight and you will turn in early!"

Catch you later, Wink.

I pretended to be hurt as I shambled off to bed, performing the most theatrical mope I could muster. But Grandma couldn't see that I had a little smirk on my face. For I had some inside information. I knew that I could catch that forbidden episode of Tic-Tac-Dough in another week or two after I had returned home. I congratulated myself for being so clever as I turned off the bedside lamp. Grandma can send me to bed early, but she can't get the best of me!

And then I heard my grandmother's voice boom from the living room downstairs. "And I'll tell your parents not to let you watch it in Alaska either!"