Once upon a time...........I was going to be a mining engineer. I worked in the mines in Butte, Montana. I decided that wasn't my cup of tea. The Korean War had started the previous June and I got the bright idea to enlist in the Army so I wouldn't get drafted. Well, it made sense at the time. Truman had just activated 2 Nat'l Guard Divisions and I was placed as a filler in an artillary battery at the just re-opened Camp Rucker, not that many miles north of you.(Now of course Ft. Rucker). Anyway after being there for over a year the Guard boys were deactivated(to be fair we had levees for Korea and both fillers and Guard went). We had a new Battery Commander just back from Korea and he told us "no fair way to do this-your names are in the helmet liner and first named drawn has their choice." Our battery clerk had told us what the choices were, most FECOM(Korea), 1 Alaska and a few others. I told my buddies that after roasting here in S. Alabama I would prob go to Alaska. Mine was the 2nd name drawn and I said Alaska.
I had met a student nurse (Evelyn) and we got married before I left. I went by ship along the inland passage to the Port of Whittier(I think). From there it was Alaskan RR to Fairbanks. I was placed in an Artillery battery of self propelled 105's. We were the ground defense for the base-Ladd Field, later Ft. Wainwright. That's probably where you were. The fighter planes were at Ladd and the bombers at Eilson(SP?) down the road a bit. After Evelyn finished nursing school she came to Fairbanks.. We had an upstairs apartment at 1440 Lacey Street. The landlord was a Mr. & Mrs Butman(I think). He had photos of a summer mining expedition just before WWII. They(he and 2 others) hauled in supplies by dog sled during the winter and then spent the summer panning gold. He patrolled during the War with a dog sled in the Alaskan Nat'l Guard.
It was cold but we had good equipment. No one complained because there was still a shooting war in Korea and there were lots of openings for the disgruntled.
At that time Cushman was the main street and the only paved street in Fairbanks. I got an early discharge to go back to college and we left Fairbanks just before Christmas, 1953. The shooting war had ended the previous July.
There I go rambling again. Somewhere I have a plastic crate with lots of genealogy stuff in it. I put it in a safe place. It's so safe I haven't located it when I got back on the genealogy scene. I have references to the William and Annis book but I don't know how I got them. My late brother looked up some info for me. I am still looking for the plastic crate. I would like to have that book. Let me look a little longer for my elusive crate.
After becoming an Elec Engineer I worked in N. Andover Mass. I talked to an older man named Eilson and mentioned that various things were named Eilson in Alaska. He said that was my older brother, Ben. He said he was quite a bit older. Apparently my friend had been a late baby-a surprise package. He said he really never knew his older brother, met him a few times when he came home to visit. Ben Eilson was a pioneer bush pilot in Alaska and I think was lost on a mercy flight of some sort. Small world.
One of the things Evelyn and I got to do was to go north on the Steese Highway(?) and see a big gold dredge working. That's No 9(?) and is now an idle tourist attraction. I remember it was very noisy and they wouldn't let you very close to it. There were men with rifles on the ridges to make sure no one helped themselves to any ore.
I had better send this. We have T-storms in the area and my Hughes satellite has been knocked out a couple of times while I was writing. Not many choices for internet out here in the country.
Thank your husband for serving our country. And you too. I know what service families have to contend with. My oldest dau's husband retired from the Army. His first tour was with the Air Force in Thailand during the Viet Nam war. He was loading planes with agent orange and such. He started to have siezures some years later and became totally disabled.They live in Oklahoma. Oh yeah, I did my bit in the Army during the Korean War. Was fortunate enough to be sent to Alaska.
I started to get involved with genealogy some years back. My late wife and I stopped in Salt Lake City to spend "a day or 2" at their library. Ended up staying 2 weeks. Marilyn, my present wife says "Ivan has two late wives, Evelyn and me". She does seem to have a problem with being on time. My father never talked about the family and I guess I wasn't interested while he was living. He did tell my daughter that name of his grandfather so I started with that and poured through many census film clips and other stuff to find the immigrant who came over about 1660. From there it was like peeling an onion, always wanting to get to the next layer. I have only recently got back to the genealogy scene.
The Salt Lake Library is a fascinating place. The Mormons probably have the best handle on genealogy. We are not ashamed to admit that we are Church going Baptists.
Aunt Mamie had a wealth of information. Her mind remained sharp until about 3 years before her passing. She told me such things as her grandfather (Harlow Russell) visiting. He wore bib overalls and chewed tobacco. The overall bib was glazed with tobacco juice. Also, a strange little garage which was part of a house across from the old Macdonalds in Skowhegan, Me. It seems a dentist lived there and he had a Model T Ford. He didn't like to back up so the little garage had a hand turntable so he could drive in, turn the car around and drive out.
It is my duty to future generations to record these stories while I am still in this world. I have great grsandchildren and I am sure they aren't interested now but will be later in life.
I did it again. I started a comment and it disappeared. There was a hickcup on the screen. Anyway, you are right, It is Hannah Brewer, not Hannah Brown. I looked at my handwritten note and can see how how I misread my scribble. My computer file has the right name. Sorry about that.
Longevity is a strange thing. My mother died at 46 yet her younger sister (by 2 years) lived much longer. Aunt Mamie loved MacDonalds, french fries and peanut butter & butter sandwiches. I knew that stuff would do her in. She died a couple of months shy of her 107th birthday.
My youngest daughter is married to a Watson. They live in Southern NH. I think he said his family came from Scotland, not too many generations ago.
Of interest, Wm & Annis dau Hannah married george Abbot. Later my 7th G grandmother is Sarah Abbot, b 1671 dau of Thomas Abbot & Sarah Stewart. Don't know the connection. I suspect, no proof, that the company that later made the Concord Coach of western movie and Wells Fargo fame, Abbot & Downing Co. are related to the same Abbots. They were made in Concord, NH.
I added a comment and somehow it mysteriously disappeared. I'll try again. I descend thusly:
William & Annis, Thomas & Hannah Brown, Joseph & Sarah Abbot, Joseph & Mary Tucker, Joseph & Lydia Eastman, Lydia Chandler & Joseph Whittier, John Harrison Whittier & Mary (Polly) Hall, Abbie Helen Whittier & Harlow Russell, Lewis Whittier Russell & Lillace Alma Ames, Nellie Mildred Russell & Irvin Oak, finally me.
I was born in Skowhegan ME, then later lived for abt 40 years in southern New Hampshire and worked in N. Andover, A for 30+ years. I have lived in TX for abt 15 years.
My 8th gr grandfather was immigrant Thomas Chandler (b !630 -England) D 1703 prob Andover, Mass. His descendent Joseph Chandler, my 5th Gr grandfather, b 1725 Salisbury, Mass, Died 17 Sep 1776 "in the service of his country" at Mt. Independence, NY. Married Lydia Eastman and they had 10 children. They lived in Epping, NH. She married 2nd John Bartlett. Lydia moved to Monmouth, Maine following her second husband's death to live with her son, John. b 1 Feb 1762, prob Epping, NH. She died in her 94th year in Monmouth 9 mar 1820. Tough lady. Also a brother to John, Jeremiah Chandler b 26 Mar 1769 prob Epping, NH died in Monmouth, Me 16 Sep 1806. Much of my Chandler info comes from "William & Annis Chandler"1883