Alaska may seem harsh to outsiders — long winters, deep snow, and wildlife that doesn’t always respect your front porch — but for us kids growing up in the Matanuska Valley, life in Alaska was something special. Growing up in Alaska meant living by winter rhythms, sled dogs, and the mountains that surrounded us.

❄️ Life in Alaska: Winter Play, Ice, Snow, and Wool Socks on the Radiator

We skated on frozen gravel roads where cars drove every day. The town built an outdoor rink every winter, and we’d spend hours gliding across the ice, cheeks red, hearts light. Coming home meant woolen socks steaming on the radiator, filling the house with that unmistakable winter smell.

Some winter nights, when the sky was clear and the cold felt sharp enough to crack, the Northern Lights would ripple across the sky. Greens, purples, and curtains of white light shimmered above the mountains, moving like something alive. We’d stand outside in our boots and pajamas, breath hanging in the air, watching the whole sky dance. Even as kids, we knew it was something rare and beautiful — the kind of wonder that stays with you forever.

In 1963, my brother Ron remembers a snowfall so heavy it dropped 37 inches in one day. School was canceled, but we went anyway — recess all day long.

🫎 Moose at the Door – That’s Life in Alaska

We learned early to watch for moose in the yard. One day, I came home from school to find a moose at the front door, chewing on the bushes. I circled to the back — only to find another moose waiting there. My dad came home, grabbed a broom, and shooed them both away like it was just another Tuesday. That was just part of life in Alaska — sharing space with animals bigger than your car.

🫎 Moose Country: Caution, Courage, and a Sick Visitor

Living in a small Alaskan town meant sharing space with moose — big, unpredictable, and sometimes downright dangerous. We had to be careful walking to school and never took the shortcut through the woods. After hearing that the boy next door got into a fight with a moose, we were extra cautious.

We kids were afraid of them, but our dad didn’t seem to be. Once, a young sick moose wandered into our backyard. Dad tried to help it by feeding it vegetables, hoping it would recover. Sadly, Fish and Game had to put the poor thing down.

Growing up, we ate a lot of moose meat. Susie hated it. When she was grown and living away from home, Dad used to bring her moose meat — and King Crab — in a suitcase on the plane. “He knew I hated moose meat,” she said, laughing.

🐴 Birch: Our Imaginary Horse

My brother and I had a lot of fun on our pet horse named Birch. It wasn’t a real horse — it was a strong birch tree in our front yard with a limb sticking out just right. Dad put a saddle and reins on it, and we rode along imaginary trails for hours, galloping through adventures only kids can dream up. And only Alaskan kids could turn a birch tree into a horse and believe it completely.

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