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Welcome to Growing Up Anchorage!


In the true sense of the word, GrowingUpAnchorage.com is not a blog, but a group venture dedicated to preserving authentic stories of life in Anchorage during the 1940’s through the 1980’s.  These are not the narratives of the luminous historical figures in Alaska’s history; rather they are the memories of everyday people who lived under rather extraordinary conditions.


Alaska is exceptional; we can all attest to her uniqueness, even now.  However, those of us who lived in Anchorage in earlier times experienced an even more rare, select culture that has long since altered and moved forward to meet the pace of a greater population and modern technology. Those years hold a very special place in our memories and deserve to be remembered and told so that current and future generations have an understanding of what our day-to-day life and living conditions were like.


I welcome you to read and enjoy our memoirs as much as we love sharing them!


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 We are an official participant in the Anchorage Centennial Celebration

Anchorage Centennial


Interviews of Jana Ariane Nelson and Connie Walker by Alaska Public Media are available to listen to via streaming radio broadcast or by reading the interview text:


Alaska Public Radio Interview May 13, 2013

Alaska Public Radio Interview September 23, 2013


Enjoy listening to ‘The Sand Lake Boys’ written and read by Mike Byers:

Alaska Public Radio September 09, 2014


Some of our authors are show-cased on the Anchorage Centennial Website:

 Anchorage Centennial Family Albums


We are regularly featured on AlaskaPublic.org/Town Square 49.  To read the current feature, click on the Town Square 49 link below:

 Town Square 49


We have also been featured on the Anchorage Daily News.com website. Click on the ADN link below:

Anchorage Daily News 


We hope you will spend many hours enjoying our authentic stories about Anchorage during the mid-20th Century!

Story links are on the left, with more below, in categories and archived by date as well as by author.

Be sure and explore the links at the top of each page:  Our Authors, Last Frontier Cafe, Info Nuggets, the Midnight Sun Masters and the Sourdough Shoppe.

More information about the beginning of this website, contributor and contact information is below.

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A few years ago I flew back to Anchorage for the wedding of one of my granddaughters.  So often during the visit I thought about how “grown-up” Anchorage had become since my family arrived in the fall of 1948 to the nondescript, grubby little town with a population near 15,000; a far cry from Portland, even in the 1940’s. 

On the flight back to Oregon after the wedding, I continued to think of my grandchildren who grew up in a much different world than we did; theirs is a world full of cell phones and texting, video games and wireless Internet. They are used to the hustle-bustle of modern Anchorage, anywhere USA, riddled with freeways, coffee kiosks, retail outlets and malls on every corner. They didn’t experience a Territorial Anchorage that ended at the Park Strip, or 4th Avenue only paved for a few blocks, or a time when Anchorage International Airport was a far-off dream, or when there was only one High School in town. They didn’t order from the Sears and Roebuck or Spiegel Catalogs because the Northern Commercial Company couldn’t supply what they needed.

My grandchildren didn’t go to first and second grade in a Quonset hut where mice munched on their books at night, or live by lantern light when the neighborhood generator burned. They have no clue that Northern Lights Blvd. was originally named KFQD Road after the radio station at its end close to Cook Inlet.  They didn’t innocently play in the ash dumped on Anchorage on July 10, 1953 from Mt. Spurr’s violent eruption. They didn’t experience the devastating March 27, 1964 Alaskan earthquake, its traumatic aftermath and rebuilding, and they didn’t encounter the mad days the Alaska Pipeline brought to Anchorage.   They didn’t have first hand views of the enormous ice of Portage Glacier before the great melt.

Our lives were much simpler then. Neighbors helped each other build their homes and churches; we never locked our doors; boys were given .22 rifles and BB guns in grade school and went hunting with their dads for the winter supply of moose meat. Cars always stopped if you were stalled on the side of the road due to inclement weather and road or car misbehaviors. Girls had few dolls to play with and were the best tomboys their brother’s friends could wish for. TV was minimal, theaters sparse and Hollywood blockbusters still decades in the future.

Telephones were limited or non-existent; long distance rates high; and letters formed most communication to the “outside.” I still use that word, even after all these years away. Inside Alaska, we listened weekly to the “Mukluk Telegraph”, a radio program that communicated family news, grocery lists, pickup and delivery times, and other essential bits of information to people out in the bush with no access to phones or telegraphs. To Sam at Alexander Creek: “Pick me up at the boat landing at 3:00 on Thursday afternoon” was a common message, as was one to Tim at Willow: “Baby Boy James delivered 6:40 AM. 7 lbs 5 oz. Mother and baby doing well.” This was an early version of texting and voice messaging.

We played outside in the woods during the long summer hours and our mothers couldn’t call or text us when lunch or dinner were ready, and we usually didn’t show up until our stomachs were gnawing. None of us could conceive of bears raiding our garbage cans, and it didn’t matter because we burned our garbage in big oil barrels at the edge of our property. Brown and Grizzly bears kept their distance; it would be several decades before they learned to scavenger close to dense civilization. The hillside was pristine in those years, uninhabited by homes that later encroached on their territory.

The Municipality of Anchorage was too small to exist. The Anchorage Daily News was just a baby – having published its first issue in January 1946. Travel on Alaskan airlines was lengthy, tedious and expensive. The marine highway was not yet in operation allowing tourists to enjoy an Alaskan cruise. There were no tours of Denali Park. In 1948 Alaska was a still a Territory, not a State, and many people in the “South 48″ thought that folks in Anchorage lived in igloos. Guiding for big game hunting and fishing had not yet become a huge Alaskan Tourist Industry. There were no freeways; the road to Seward had not yet been built and going to Palmer was a horror story on the old pothole-filled road. The Parks Highway had not yet been conceived of. If you wanted to go northwest out of Palmer, you took the train.

Jack and Dad After the Hunt

Jack and Dad After the Hunt

In fact, whenever it was flagged down, the train stopped to pick up some hunter with his load of gear and meat, making exact arrival time a mystery at its destination. If you wanted to fly to Seattle, you could plan on 8.5 hours on a DC-4 propeller plane. There was minimal electricity, and frequently none. Most families had only one car and were lucky to have indoor plumbing. Laundromats flourished, as did cold storage lockers where the enterprise would butcher and store your winter’s larder of moose and caribou.

Those were wonderful years that have left an indelible and eternal comment etched on my soul: Anchorage was unique in my childhood. These stories in Growing Up Anchorage.com are the stories of everyday people forging their lives in an untamed frontier. They deserve to be cherished and preserved.


Since starting this website, I’ve been joined by a number of friends and others who lived in Anchorage during those early years. They have contributed wonderful stories which are listed by date as well as under each individual author.  You will find more information about them on the Our Authors page above.


If you have stories to share, please contact me at janaariane@gmail.com.  I cannot promise that I will post everything, but I will read what you send me, and if it fits the criteria, will make every effort to post the story.  Be advised that I will only accept stories that are relevant to Anchorage and Alaska in earlier years, authentic, and do not contain anything offensive, inappropriate or inflammatory. For the most part, last names will not be used.
It also is expressly understood that by submitting material for posting, you are waiving any right to payment of any kind.  You retain your own copyright, however, and may publish your own material in any other form that you wish.


If you wish to contact me personally, you may do so at janaariane@gmail.com.


Be sure to visit frequently and check back from time to time for new postings.  All the authors are categorized under their own names, so you won’t miss anything.  You can also read past stories in the Archives.


And so I welcome you: readers, friends and family!  I invite your comments and memories. Anchorage may have grown and changed, but our memories are precious and should not be forgotten.


I hope you will visit us soon at Growing Up Anchorage!






Growing Up Anchorage!

Jana Ariane Nelson

Jana Ariane Nelson

Header Photo courtesy of Hipkins, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service
Jana’s Photo Courtesy of Danny Gray Studio 
Logo by Cassandra Sweetman



  1. Joe Nicks says:

    I have been trying to learn more about the history of the state. Your website really helps. Some lifelong Alaskans have told me the original Seward Highway was much higher in the mountains near Anchorage. Have you written much about a previous route during the 40’s, 50’s or 60’s?

  2. Michele Holley says:

    Born at Old Providence and grew up at 4th and Barrow at the Palace Hotel. Denali, Central, West. What a life it has been! To watch the growing of this city and state from wilderness…
    Great site, thanks for putting it together.

  3. David Curtis says:

    My family moved to Anchorage in 1941. We lived at 14th ave and Fst. This is a great site.

  4. My folks lived on KFQD Road sometime around the late 40’s, early 50’s. Nice to see this site and hope to visit often.

  5. Peggy Allison says:

    I recognized the Quonset hut & remembered going to school in one years ago. I came to Alaska in 1949. The town ended at 15th Ave.

  6. Bruce Ficke says:

    Love hearing old Anchorage stories.May have a few to share.Nice website..;-)

  7. Alden 'Paul' Akers says:

    Great to have lived in Anchorage since 1943; always like to hear stories about the old times.

  8. Diane (Ambrose) Delkettie says:

    I was in North Star School from 1957 to 1961 when I lived with Helen Martins at Northern Lights and Arctic, I would like to know if anyone has class pictures from those days and if not how would you go about getting copies does anyone know, A couple of years ago I got my school transcript I could get the teachers names? I love this sight, came across it by accident, don’t know many people that remember anchorage before it had paved roads lol

    • Jana Ariane Nelson says:

      Hi, Diane,

      Glad to have you join us! I’ve put out a few inquiries about the pictures and hopefully will find some we can post!

  9. Arnie Westfall says:

    Please tell Cassandra that I remember: Ninjas walk on water.
    Good to see your excellent work. Be well.

  10. Jan Petri Haines says:

    This is a great format — and I like the reminders of how it was. Thank you!

  11. MaryJo says:

    This is nice, Jana. I love the header photo, the additional info below your story about who’s featuring you, and especially how to find submission guidelines! mj

  12. This particular blog, “Growing Up Anchorage: Growing Up With Anchorage in
    the Mid 20th Century” was in fact excellent. I’m impressing out a replicate to present my
    personal associates. Thanks-Shelli

  13. Quincy says:

    Wow, superb blog layout! How long have you been blogging for?
    you make blogging look easy. The overall glance of your web site is great, as smartly as the content!

    • Jana Ariane says:

      Thanks for your wonderful comment! :-) I started this website in December 2011 with a few stories. Since then a number of friends from the “old days” have joined and frequently contribute fabulous stories. It’s the group effort that makes it so great for me. Actually, WordPress makes blogging pretty easy, although I am still in the learning curve. Thanks again, come back often and tell your friends! I try to post a new story every Friday.

  14. Kathleen says:

    Thank you, Jana, for reminding us of Mt. Spurr’s eruption when the powdery ash covered everything, grass, cars, and houses.  I had forgotten that “exciting” time that I think was the only time we kids ever had to stay indoors:-)

  15. Marsha says:

    I love the new header graphic!!

  16. jsinclair says:

    Although I have spent most of my Alaskan time in the Sitka  I still found sojourning in to early Anchorage days’ a pleasant trip down memory lane for me as well.  Excellent work, Jana, and look forward to more.

  17. Genebrown17 says:

    Very nice, Jana!  The blue type is very readable. I like it!  g

  18. Lelad1234 says:

    How cool is this.  So glad you have these memories.

  19. Barb says:

    I can see you are having so much fun with this, keeping memorizes alive!
    Fun reading. will have to come back for earlier posts.

    hugs and blessings

  20. Jlstelling says:

    Yes, I remember the Seward Highway ended not far from the Rabbit Creek Inn. There was an abandoned railway station on the right side of the road.

  21. Danny Gray says:

    This is a great idea and I look forward reading more anchorage stories. Keep going with this!

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