Montgomery Gentry sings “My Town” with enough pride and enthusiasm to make a body want to move to “his town” and settle right in. Reminiscing about the “good ole days” during the simple days of yesteryear is a staple of country music, and I think it’s easy to relate to for various reasons.
The lyrics below give a vivid picture of the struggle between wanting to leave home in search of independence and wanting to stay connected to familiar roots.
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off ‘cuz I got mad,
An’ it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It’s where they’ll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
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It isn’t that I actually want to move back to my hometown, it’s more of a desire to have roots and a place to call home. I am considering visiting my hometown someday to get some closure and fresh perspective on how isolated my childhood years were. I’d also like to reclaim the good things I experienced that have been overshadowed by my abuse.
When I’ve shown pictures to people of where I grew up, their reactions never cease to surprise me. They are in complete shock, even after I’ve told them it was a town of 500 people accessible by air only. At a friend’s suggestion, I decided to share some stories and photos with you today.
Naturally, we all think our environments are normal as we grow up. The main thing I’m processing lately is just how isolated I was. Of course this was before the internet and cell phones, so we were always a few years behind on everything from music to clothes. Mail and newspapers were flown in twice a week. Our groceries arrived once a month. Talk about meal planning!
Town consisted of a post office, an airplane terminal, the FAA/Weather Bureau building, two bars, the roadhouse (more of hostel), a grocery store, and a school (K-12 = 100 students). We had five miles of a dead-end dirt road that extended from the runway to the dump at the end of town.
In winter, the frozen river became a ‘road’ of sorts for snowmobiles, dog mushers, cross country skiers and small planes on skis. We always had snow for Halloween and had to wear costumes over our parkas. Snow stayed until long after Easter and I never could figure out why the story books talked about Easter egg hunts being held outside and why all the girls were wearing their pretty dresses. We still had several feet of snow on the ground!
Spring breakup (May) was an exciting time. There was always a big outdoor potluck down at the end of the runway at edge of the river; most of the town participated. We’d listen to the river ice groan and creak as it tried to bust apart and go downriver. Sometimes the ice would jam and chunks would pile up as high as a building. Flooding was always a concern, but I only remember one year the entire town flooding.
In summer, the mosquitoes were so bad a truck would come through town and spray a chemical fog to kill them. Many of us kids would run behind the truck and try to stay in the fog to escape the bugs. No one knew how dangerous that must have been for our health. The dust was so bad on the dirt roads they’d spray oil to keep it down. My bicycle tires were often covered in oil and it would flick onto my pants. What a mess!
Fall was berry picking and moose hunting season. Many residents relied on moose meat to sustain them for the winter. My dad would get a moose every year. By spring, mom and I would both be really tired of it. School would start in late August, and then moose season would open up Labor Day weekend. We’d have a few days off so the boys could go hunting, then school would be back in session again. During the school year, some of the boys would go rabbit or squirrel hunting after school. They’d bring their guns to school in the morning and leave them in the coat closet during class. There was never a shooting – accidental or otherwise – in all 11 years I went to school there. We were all taught to respect guns and no one ever threatened anyone with one.
We didn’t have a school bus; everyone walked, biked, skied or rode a snowmobile to school. Although I did not walk uphill both directions
, I did frequently walk to school in below zero weather. Temperatures were commonly -25 or colder for several months. The only time I remember school being closed due to weather was when the water pipes broke at -60. The maintenance man had his hands full that day.
To get to the swimming hole, we had to walk across the runway (look both ways for planes before crossing!). It was more of a mud hole, really, and it was full of leeches. We always took a book of matches and a salt shaker when we went. The deal was, when you got out of the water, someone would look you over really well and burn or salt the little suckers right away. (Yes, I thought this was normal!) Even when we were only about 10 years old, us kids would head over there all alone. No parents, no lifeguards, no life jackets. When I was about 11 two of my friends decided I needed to learn to swim. (I didn’t even know how to dog paddle yet.) They brilliantly decided the best way to teach me was to pull me out over my head and let go. Suffice it to say I panicked and nearly drowned all three of us.
What do you think of my hometown? What’s your hometown like?









Feb 20, 2013 @ 05:26:13
Hi Denise,
I guess you’d have to count me among the people that are shocked when they learn of your hometown experiences. Wow! There were so many “Say what?” moments in this post. Swimming with the leaches was the most surprising to me.
But it was home, so it was normal to you. When I told my daughters about the tenement apartments of my youth — including the continual battles we waged to outwit the roaches — they were stunned. We didn’t like it, of course, but as kids we thought that everyone had to deal with that problem.
Since it seems that you haven’t been back in a while, where did you get those great pictures? About three years ago, I used Google Street View to snag photos of the places where I lived and some places that I frequented when I was growing up. I included those photos is this post: The Road To The Poconos – A Street View It’s fun to look back. I had occasion to visit the oldest of the neighborhoods several years later. Everything looked small and I no longer knew anyone who was there, so the trip was a bit disappointing. In writing that post, the cyber visit turned out to be more enjoyable.
I hope that you make it back to your hometown. It would be interesting to learn how much it has changed.
Feb 20, 2013 @ 08:04:46
I don’t think Google Street views made it to interior Alaska!
Those pictures were taken from residents still living there. I still know about half the town -even though I moved away 30 years ago. I’m in touch with a handful of people -mostly through Christmas cards.
It’s becoming more and more clear to me I need to go back and reclaim this part of my life. Accept the bad, embrace the good. I’ve been told the house I grew up in was physically moved to another location in town. That will be weird to see!
Heading over to look at your post you mentioned of your cyber visit back home.
Feb 18, 2013 @ 08:42:44
When I was a teenager, my parents had this fantasy of moving their family of six kids to Ketchikan, Alaska. They talked about the things you just shared. Dad would point out things on this huge, plastic relief map he had ordered. I didn’t think it sounded exciting at all! They had moved us from Helena, MT to a small farm town in ND a few years before that, and I thought we were plenty isolated. We kids were always thankful their midlife crisis passed without actually moving us there. However, the other day, my husband started saying, “Wouldn’t it be cool to move to Alaska?” Yep, living in the Seattle area could drive anyone to think that isolation looked good.
Thanks for sharing. It was a fun mind trip to take.
Feb 18, 2013 @ 16:57:05
Glad you enjoyed the little ‘day trip’ up north!
Feb 15, 2013 @ 12:37:41
Thanks for this — the issue of “putting down roots,” and how resistant I’ve been to that idea, is something that’s definitely been on my mind recently. I feel like having a definite creative direction, which I do at this point, is perhaps the closest I can get to “having roots” right now, but it’s a start.
Feb 15, 2013 @ 14:29:53
Hi Chris,
A start is where all good things come from! Wishing you all the best with your creativity!
Thanks for coming by!
Feb 13, 2013 @ 17:37:41
Hallo,
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Sweet greetings, Summer
Feb 14, 2013 @ 05:40:58
Thanks, Summer!
That’s really sweet of you
Feb 14, 2013 @ 11:51:58
You’re welcome : ) And thanks to you too
Feb 10, 2013 @ 11:59:41
Denise! Tough place! It is beautiful, but mosquitoes and chronic subzero are almost deal breakers for me. As a child in WY, I followed the mosquito truck also, and got the tar on my pants (even sat in the road and popped tar bubbles on the asphalt – in this case, electronics might have been the superior toy!). Love your mosquito sign! Current small town – I should file harassment charges against mosquitoes, and I can’t imagine how much 98% DEET I’ve absorbed! As a child, I was more worried about choking on the swarm than being stung. I have salted leaches (but NOT on my BODY…ewwww) and have never walked to school below minus 45! So sorry to respond about trivia like mosquitoes and leeches, but this was so descriptive and really brought back my own memories!
Feb 10, 2013 @ 22:06:20
Hi Diane!
That’s so funny about the tar! I’d forgotten…we used to play our toes in it on the runway, too! We’d push through the crust on top to the melted tar underneath.
Loved hearing your similar stories! Thanks for sharing! Good to hear from you!
Feb 09, 2013 @ 14:41:50
Your pictures are beautiful it seems to be the perfect place to raise a family. Small towns are the best. I guess the Army was my hometown! But I adopted Williamsport PA as my hometown. It is a beautiful valley surrounded by the foot hills of the Appalachian mountains.
Feb 09, 2013 @ 14:49:56
Based on your photos, Patty, I’d say you chose well!
Feb 09, 2013 @ 20:18:02
Feb 09, 2013 @ 05:56:34
Where is this?? Sounds like a challenge. I grew up in Madison, Wisconsin and although the winters were terribly cold when I was growing up, it wasn’t below zero for months at a time!
Feb 09, 2013 @ 09:58:53
Hi Susie!
Timbuktu, only the Alaskan version!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 20:21:33
I don’t have a “hometown” because we moved around so much growing up…I was always the new kid…guess my family was my hometown. Sure enjoyed reading about yours; I think you nailed the idea of how we all think our way of growing up is “normal”….until we actually do grow up and start looking back. That’s when many want to create a new normal, for the sake of being healthier! Thanks for sharing more of your story; I think you should write a book about growing up on your little piece of the world, it would make an interesting read.
Feb 08, 2013 @ 22:04:59
Aw, thanks Laura! And thanks for encouraging me to do this post!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 16:42:52
Hometown…Wilmington, DE. It was suburban, even in 1957. Raised by mom and her sister, Agnes. Wonderful childhood, friends all up and down the street. When we had more than 6 inches of snow, we had a snow day! Born, raised, lived there 40+ years. The only thing it holds for me now, honestly, is my brother is still close to there. Right now, home is where the grandchildren live (and where the Air Force sends my son!). Wonderful article, Denise. I enjoyed it very much.
Feb 08, 2013 @ 16:59:14
Sounds like Rockwell lived there!
Love it! Thanks, Karen!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 17:12:38
Don’t know about Rockwell, but the Wyeths lived nearby!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 22:03:43
Ah, well I guess Norman could have painted their family, too!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 15:31:22
Wow, that is nothing like northern Illinois where I grew up! I grew up in a small city that was surrounded by agriculture. It was possible to get lost in a cornfield, and we had the occasional tragic farm accidents. But it was all normal to me at the time. My husband and I took a vacation to Alaska once, and we really enjoyed it, but I don’t think I could live there!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 16:21:09
Hi jm, your corn field sounds interesting! I’ve heard of dogs and people getting lost in there. I’ve never done a corn maze, but I’m sure I’d get lost!
Thanks for coming by and visiting!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 14:08:10
Wow, Denise. Your background doesn’t surprise me. You’re solid, hearty, and very down-to-earth. I love the guns at school and swimming hole with leeches (and especially no parental supervision). That cracked me up. Our boys would love that.
I would love to hear your insights and process if you ever do go back for closure and capturing of the good. You’re wise to see that both are there for you. At times, I have lost sight of the latter. And that’s where all the blessings live.
Thanks for sharing more about you. It’s wonderful to hear more…
Feb 08, 2013 @ 16:19:54
Thanks, Lori! Ha ha ha!! Yeah, I bet your boys would love that! A book of matches is always a hit with kids!!
It will be a very healing trip to go back, I think. It’s been a radical pendulum swing from not being able to acknowledge the bad, to not acknowledging the good, to now learning it’s okay to acknowledge both. They grey zone has never been comfortable for me. I’ve always lived in the extremes. Finding balance is an ongoing struggle for me.
Feb 09, 2013 @ 15:48:41
Ah, that darned balance. Tell me if you find it. I rarely have but a moment with it before it’s gone again.
It’s interesting to recognize the extremes that exist inside all of us. (Some of us maybe a little more, I think.)
hugs to you…
Feb 09, 2013 @ 19:37:29
It’s elusive for me, too, Lori!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 13:22:33
Alaska?
I don’t think I could live like that.
Feb 08, 2013 @ 13:54:44
I think when you’re a kid you just don’t know any different.
I probably couldn’t live like that now, either.
Feb 08, 2013 @ 12:40:42
Good grief, Denise – what a fantastic story (and I’m still wondering how you survived)
I love the picture of the mosquito carrying off the man, it feels like this where I’m living in the tropics at the moment. The temperature changes in your little town must have been very severe to go from solid ice to mosquitoes!
Thank you so much for sharing this. It gives me a much bigger insight into your life and the highs and lows you must have been through…
Feb 08, 2013 @ 13:44:19
Hi Dianne, yes the temperatures in the summer would get as high as 90, although the 70s were more typical.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 11:01:00
What a great story about your hometown. The lake at our camp has leeches too, but only in the beginning of springtime. Once we start using the water, the leeches somehow vanish. I never knew about burning or salting them, we usually just peel them off. Yikes!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 11:19:13
Maybe we just loved to play with matches?
Glad you enjoyed the story, thanks for coming by!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 09:39:25
Fantastic, beautiful, story! No matter what, sounds to me like you still have some good memories of you hometown. That’s good. I’m sure it wasn’t perfect, but it seems everyone pretty much got along with each other and that’s important, especially in such a rugged setting. You had to be tougher than the average kid, but your hometown, I think, was a fantastic place to grow up. I like your hometown. Sooner or later you got most of what the “big city” had, but you didn’t have to put up with the big city way of life. That’s really good. Where I grew up it was not as rugged, but still similar to your hometown in a lot of ways. When I look back at my hometown, where I grew up, and think about what’s going on today, I know I’ve learned one thing, for sure… the best things in life are always simple and free. However, I’m afraid the freedom and simplicity I enjoyed as a kid will never be experienced by my grandkids.
Feb 08, 2013 @ 11:17:50
So glad you enjoyed the pictures and stories
It really was a rugged place to live, and very different from living in Seattle!
I learned many life skills that seem to be missing from growing up in ‘the city’.
Pros and cons no matter where we live, I guess.
Thanks for sharing your perspectives!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 09:29:06
Wow! Beautiful photos. It amazes me how varied Alaska is. Some aspects of your town sound similar to what it was like in Dutch Harbor, but in other ways it really is a whole other world. I hope you get to go back some day to gain closure and really reconnect with the good memories there too.
The boyfriend and I are headed to Dutch this summer to visit my mom and we couldn’t be more excited!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 11:04:45
Thanks, Audrey! I’ve never been to Dutch Harbor, but have seen some gorgeous photos!
Hope you have a great trip seeing your mom!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 08:34:44
Denise, you said “we all think our environments are normal as we grow up”. So very true. And so sad that it works both ways, both the good and the bad. I’m glad you have discovered that the bad in your environment should not have been normal.
Feb 08, 2013 @ 11:02:59
Hi Esther, I’m finally coming full circle and more able to accept both the good and the bad.
For a long time I couldn’t acknowledge the bad. Then I couldn’t acknowledge the good. At long last, I’m gaining some balance in this area.
Feb 08, 2013 @ 04:52:58
That sounds like a story or movie in itself Denise! So interesting how we all think that our experience is the norm. I can’t imagine the only way in into or out of town is by air. I wonder how different the experience, especially the sense of isolation is for kids growing up now in the same town with access to the internet?
I live in a small town now, but it doesn’t compare to what you’ve described. I’m so glad you let us peek into your childhood experience. I hope you share more!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 05:37:20
It’s funny you asked about the difference the experience might be now that there’s internet. I’ve wondered the same thing. It must be very different!
Thanks for the encouragement, I might share more later…
Feb 08, 2013 @ 04:41:21
It’s so nice you have such love for your home town!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 05:35:09
Thanks for stopping by, Jasmine!
Feb 08, 2013 @ 00:03:50
Amazing. When I think of home, I don’t really think of a place although I lived in one place until I left to go to college. I didn’t exactly have a hometown as we lived 60 miles from nowhere. My dad was a cattle rancher and we drove to school everyday. It’s interesting how we think of home. When I place the word ‘home’ in my mind, my father comes to mind as we were the closest. I think of it as a warm and safe place but also a place where I was from. Now that dad’s gone, there’s no reason for me to return. That makes me sad.
Feb 08, 2013 @ 05:34:26
Sheri, your description reminds me of Little House on the Prairie
It sounds so peacful. Your dad must have been very special, I’m sorry he’s gone.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing!
Feb 07, 2013 @ 21:52:59
Wow! I’m speechless.
Feb 07, 2013 @ 22:03:58
Hi Lynda, thanks for stopping by and visiting!