Did you realize there are folks living in big cities not knowing what a simple ‘clothesline’ is? It’s true!
A clothesline is generally unheard of in New York or Los Angeles. Folks in rural areas and small town America still use them. They find that hanging wet clothes on a line is the best method for drying them. For my grandparents, a clothesline was an essential part of their every day life.
On occasion during winter months, Grandma Hankins placed a chair in front of her fireplace draping wet items over the back. Mama Haynes did the same. My mother used clotheslines in our early years, but after moving to Alaska she stopped.
It’s virtually impossible to dry a whole basket of clothes inside a home without a clothes dryer. I believe my folks bought their first dryer in 1967. As sturdy as they made washers and dryers back, mom and dad’s are probably still in use.
There’s nothing like the sweet smell of dried clothing after they’ve been exposed to fresh air. Today, companies make scented sheets you toss in dryers for added fragrance. To me they leave behind a sweet chemical smell.
One fragrance sheet in particular called ‘summer rain’ is totally overpowering. Real summer rain is never pungent; it’s refreshing. Certain dryer sheets nauseate me, with summer rain being at the top.
As a child, one thing I liked best about a clothesline was playing with the clothes pins. Wooden clothes pins with springs were the most fun. I’d stick one in my mouth and act like a duck. Our dogs used them as chew toys.
Spring loaded clothes pins also worked great in clamping baseball cards to bicycle forks. The baseball card would stick through wheel spokes, and made a clicking noise as the bicycle was pedaled. It was a cool thing for kids to do back then. There’s no telling how many valuable baseball cards were destroyed!
One neat trick regarding a clothesline, was you could take the clothes pin bag and pull it down towards the ground. Normally these bags had a rounded hook so the container easily slid over rope or cable. Pulling down on line and then releasing launched a hundred wooden missiles.
Pins went flying out of their holder sailing many feet in the air. Between dogs chewing them and me shooting them into space, mom was always buying extras.
We don’t own a clothesline these days. My wife cleverly improvises by taking lawn chairs and laying wet clothing on top. Placing the chair in bright Arizona sunshine quickly dries things. She’s hinted for me to install a permanent line. I’m seriously considering it.
There’s one item I need to calculate before construction. What has the best launch capability; rope or steel cable?
Just recently we purchased a new treadmill. Our often used model bit the dust. Friends up the street gave us their Pro-Fitness machine 10 years ago. We’re most appreciative of the kind gesture. As a joke, I thought about asking if they wanted it back, but my wife wouldn’t let me.
We had a hard time giving the thing away. Weeks later a young lady finally stopped by and loaded it in her truck. The treadmill still worked to a point, and with a bit of mechanical magic it could be repaired.
I tell folks it had 20,000 miles on the odometer, yet that’s grossly exaggerated. The number’s more like 6900. I’m estimating here as well. Actually I haven’t a clue other than there’s a bunch. What’s wrong with estimating high? Politicians do it all the time where poll numbers are concerned.
Our new treadmill is a NordicTrack. They’ve been a household name for eons. The old NordicTrack products were made in the USA. China is the manufacturer of this updated piece of equipment. I have no beef with China. It’s just that I attempt to steer away from buying their products. Sometimes that’s hard to do. I had nothing but trouble with some automotive parts made in that country. Never again.
At the minimum, I remove all Made in China labels from an item before friends see it. I don’t want them knowing where the product came from. It’s hard to camouflage tools purchased from Harbor Freight. Sometimes China is stamped in the metal.
When our treadmill showed up the first thing I did was thumb through operating instructions. That’s usually quite easy but the pamphlet with this machine was printed in Chinese. Evidently they made a mistake in packaging. I’m not up on Chinese lingo. They use symbols instead of words. Thankfully all of the photos were in English.
Using pictures I was able to bolt things together rather quickly. It took 2 days from start to finish, and that’s only because I wasn’t in a hurry. Our NordicTrack treadmill is a foldup model. When I release a pin the track slowly goes down. First time I did such it appeared the machine was bowing at me. Out of respect I bowed back. The control panel looks like the head off a robot.
I was able to walk on it for the first time this morning. All went as planned. Nothing broke and there was no smoke. This unit has an odometer and it registered 3 miles during my first session. That’s all I could muster before my left knee tightened up. I injured things while assembling the unit. The NordicTrack weighs 211 pounds so it was no easy task moving it around.
Hopefully this treadmill lasts long past the one-year warranty. That’d be super as we didn’t spring for an extended plan. NordicTrack wanted quite a bit more for that option. Gut feeling tells me we should’ve splurged.
Like all treadmills there are only 2 handles on it; a right and left. It would’ve been nice if they’d put 2 per side. In 20 years we won’t be using this thing. With 4 handles total I could’ve hung pants and shirt on one side, with Joleen utilizing the other side for her clothing.
The unusual title for this story came from the Chinese assembly instructions. The symbols when scanned into a translator read,
I love popcorn. Perhaps what I love most about popcorn is the tantalizing aroma it gives off while popping. Nothing permeates clean breathable air better than a microwaved bag, of Orville Redenbacher – Movie Theater Extra Butter popcorn. The salted buttery smell is sensually overpowering.
Don’t burn a
bag of this stuff, or it turns into something just the opposite. I’ve had to
open doors and windows when such happened. Years ago at work, a coworker
accidentally hit 20 minutes instead of 2 on the microwave timer. The breakroom quickly
filled with putrid smoke before anyone noticed.
A nasty burnt odor lingered for days. We ended up tossing the microwave and
buying a new one.
I recall when ‘Jiffy Pop’ first came out. At the Jiffy Pop factory, popcorn seeds are inserted into a tinfoil lined aluminum pan. You place the pan with attached wire handle onto a stove, and as things got hot, the seeds pop. Eventually the thin foil spreads out like an inflating balloon indicating that popcorn is done.
The problem with Jiffy Pop around our place was that my wife tried to get every single seed to pop. The ones that partially exploded she referred to as,
It never failed when she tried to pop them all, a good portion of the popcorn turned black. I was never a big fan of Jiffy Pop because of that.
Air-popped popcorn never turned me on either. It was always too dry. Adding salt and butter to air-popped popcorn doesn’t taste the same as today’s butter-in-a-bag microwave version. I sometimes called it,
I used the phrase to get ‘that look’ from my wife. She didn’t like me saying it. A frown always appeared before her often said remark,
“That’s juvenile Michael!”
My gastroenterologist recently told me I should eat popcorn in moderation. He said it sometimes causes lesions in the digestive system. Popcorn husks can create all kinds of problems, especially in older people. He equated it to getting imbedded in soft tissue like it does between gums and teeth. Oh boy……. that was not good news for a popcorn lover!
When I mentioned this to my friend, Jeff, he told me that he’d heard the same thing from his doc. My buddy said there’s something out there eliminating the problem. That piqued my interest. I thought it odd my physician didn’t mention such? Asking what the stuff’s called he told me,
I’d never heard of it. Jeff said Colon Cowboy rides herd in your intestinal system, rounding up stray popcorn husks making sure they head to the corral. I knew what he meant without further explanation.
Inquiring where to get the medicine, Jeff disclosed it isn’t a drug at all. He told me Colon Cowboy is actually a nickname for ice cream.
“You get it in the freezer section.”
These days I enjoy a big bowl of ice cream after I eat a bag of popcorn. I make sure to keep a couple of cartons on hand.
The other night in bed, when all was quiet, I swear I heard the unmistakable cracking of a rawhide whip, along with a deep raspy voice singing out,
Northeast of Lake Havasu City on Interstate 40, smack dab in the middle of sprawling Yucca, Arizona, sits a tall, yellow and red sign. The ground beneath the sign is void of any structures. What sat underneath was bulldozed into oblivion several years ago. Concrete foundations remain, with faded lettering on the behemoth billboard reading, WHITING BROS.
At one time the Whiting Brothers had a profitable service station on this property along with a motel. For the record, there were close to one-hundred Whiting Brothers facilities throughout the country. Their simplistic motto was,
“Quality gas for less!”
‘Hard times’ hit this company below the belt during the 1970’s. One by one their petroleum stations closed doors. Economic weakness forced such upon a slew of Arizona businesses during the fuel shortage years. Tourism dollars took a terrible plunge because of increased gasoline prices. People drove as little as they could.
A few hundred feet away from the Whiting Brothers sign sits the remains of another motel and café. Mostly built of brick, these decaying buildings can still be seen from I-40. Thankfully heavy equipment hasn’t touched them; yet. Their time is undoubtedly limited.
A young Yucca resident that wishes to remain anonymous mentioned that a huge truck stop is in the planning stages. That’s all the information I could get out of her. Another resident informed me the truck stop rumor has been going strong for years.
It makes sense that a refueling station will ultimately end up in this area. Plenty of property is available for big rigs to park, plus there are several entrances and exits. A little widening and lengthening of the access road, including all entrance and exits would need to be done. Someone with sufficient political pull can make that happen.
Whiting Brothers in Arizona date back to the early 1900’s. The Whiting family moved to St. Johns, Arizona before the turn of the century. Edwin M. Whiting started his first business there in 1901. At an early age, son Edwin I. became a partner. They were highly successful timber and lumber tycoons. Both men were involved in the mercantile industry as well. The Whiting’s as a family were a tight knit group.
Edwin I. Whiting and his wife Ethel had 4 sons; Lee, Merwin, Virgil, and Farr. Lee died as an infant. Merwin was killed at the age of 15 in a horrific tractor accident. Virgil and Farr worked side by side with dad in the various family enterprises. The boys picked up Edwin’s hard work ethics. His moral and business standards also rubbed off. The trio were entrepreneurial go-getters!
Virgil and Farr were instrumental in making the company grow in leaps and bounds. When Edwin I. Whiting reached retirement age, the 2 boys took over reins. They found other avenues of revenue which included substantial real estate investments. The Whiting Brothers thrived. They gave back to the community much of what they took in. They were heavily involved in civic activity. The St. Johns community loved them dearly.
Things went well for many years until March 29, 1961. That’s the day Virgil and Farr Whiting went missing on a flight. They were flying from St. Johns to Phoenix on a business trip. Their twin-engine plane was discovered several days later. It’d cratered into the side of a mountain instantly killing both siblings. A severe storm with icing and turbulence was believed to have caused the crash. Virgil Whiting was an accomplished pilot having flown bombers during WWII. Evidently he misjudged weather on this trip.
Edwin I. Whiting announced after his son’s funerals, that son-in-law: Wilford Shumway, Sherwood Udall, and Darwin Grant would assume control of company holdings. Edwin I. Whiting died less than 2 years after Farr and Virgil perished. He was 80. The husband, father, and businessman is buried in Saint Johns Cemetery along with his wife and 4 sons.
Whiting Investments is now owned by Shae and Steven Shumway. They’ve carried the Whiting success story to a higher level where real estate development is concerned. Whiting Brothers gas stations are mere history. Luxury hotels seem to be the Shumway brothers forte. They recently built their eighth. This last hotel, a Residence Inn by Marriott, opened at Flagstaff in 2017. Perhaps Lake Havasu City will be their ninth?
When I drive past Yucca, Arizona I never fail to glance at that enormous Whiting Brothers sign. I also look for the Kenworth truck on a pole. Both are a bit faded since I first saw them in 1985.
If and when a new truck stop comes to Yucca, hopefully the Whiting Brothers billboard remains. The town mayor needs to address this. I assume Yucca has a mayor. If not, then someone needs to claim the title.
The Whiting Brothers sign is a viable landmark of the unincorporated town; Honolulu Club on the opposite side of I-40 being another. The way I view things: the sign, the truck, and the club (at least their sign) keep Yucca on the map. A brand new truck stop would make it more than just a spot!
The year was 1972. To the delight of many young men the Vietnam War finally ended; draft notices as well. Recent high school graduate Keith Stone wanted to be a tour bus driver. Seeing the country and getting paid sounded like a perfect career choice.
There came a day when he decided to go for it. Being a responsible employee, Keith gave his boss a one week notice. She proceeded to fire him. After Keith’s termination, the fast-food executive had a hard time filling empty shoes. Experienced grill managers are hard to find in Pueblo, Colorado.
First thing on his agenda was get a commercial driver’s license. It took a year to pass the test. Keith had a problem making sharp turns without hitting the curb or driving over sidewalks. It was a depth perception issue. He never did get things right. The savvy Mr. Stone slipped his instructor twenty-bucks and immediately solved the dilemma.
Keith talked to a man from California named Charlie Cobb. Mr. Cobb formerly drove a tour bus before hitting it big in Amway. The guy said as a driver he sometimes made a hundred bucks in tips. That got Keith’s attention. Keith Stone’s wallet had never seen the likeness of Ben Franklin. Money literally burned a hole in his pocket.
Charlie told Keith that to be a good tour bus pilot, and get decent tips, you need an act of sorts. Keith wasn’t sure what he meant. Charlie went on to explain that a driver has to know the history of places along the route. He gave the young man an example:
“Folks, the river we’re about to cross was the location of a major gold rush. in 1860, over 200,000 ounces of the precious metal was taken from it.”
Mr. Cobb explained to Keith that tourists want to be educated
“Have a joke or two up
your sleeve!”, he
advised. “And always know your audience!”
Keith Stone was eventually hired by Lost Wages Tours. The outfit ran a fleet of derelict buses out of Denver to Las Vegas. Most of their clientele were older retired people. A young baggage handler informed Keith the tight geezers seldom tipped. That bummed him out before remembering what Charlie Cobb said.
“You need to entertain
Keith Stone’s maiden journey consisted of a group of seniors from Fort Collins. They were an eclectic bunch of retirees. One gal said she’d won a thousand bucks on her last gambling trip. Keith instinctively took to the bus microphone, telling everyone that he got 50% of all winnings. That had them cackling like geese. He believed he was on the path to an easy hundred bucks.
The fully loaded bus pulled out of the depot at 9:00 and was on I-70 within minutes. Spotting a closed and boarded up cafe on the right side of the highway, Keith informed his passengers that the owner had been murdered in a botched robbery attempt several months back.
“Shot him in the head! You know that place served the best darn chili in all of Colorado. A real shame it closed!”
The passengers were exceedingly quiet upon hearing such gruesome news. It took several minutes for them to rejoin former conversations.
After being on the road for two hours, Keith asked for a show of hands on those needing to use the restroom. Nearly everyone raised theirs.
“We’ll be stopping at Santa Fe in two hours.” he told them.
“Hope those really needing to go wore Depends.”
When unsavory language flew from back of the bus, and a full can of soda hit the windshield, Keith decided it best to tell them he was joking.
“There’s a rest stop straight ahead. We’ll be departing for a fifteen minute break.”
Keith planned well for his grand finale act. This would be the ultimate tip gathering stunt. Everything was perfectly aligned. Keith smirked while thinking about it. His mind flashed back in time.
Twenty years previous, Uncle Joe Stone played a prank on Keith’s mom and dad that relatives still talked about. It was considered the joke of all jokes:
Keith’s parents were riding with Uncle Joe and Aunt Betty to Salt Lake City for a Stone family reunion. Everyone loved Joe’s sense of humor. Uncle Joe was the one that couldn’t cut the cake, yet he could cut cheese with the best of them.
Uncle Joe was driving his 1952 Lincoln to Utah. He’d just picked the car up in Baton Rouge from a reputable car dealer. A salesman there told him the automobile had been purchased new by Elvis Presley. Later on Joe discovered that Mr. Presley didn’t make it big until 1954.
Joe’s version of the story quickly changed. He told anyone who’d listen that the stately vehicle once belonged to Hank Williams Sr. A few family and friends actually believed Joe; having their photos taken in front of the car.
During their trip to Utah, unbeknownst to Keith’s mom and dad, the burly Uncle Joe placed a bottle of Coke inside a brown-paper-sack and stuck it between his legs.
Several miles down the road with Keith’s folks in the back seat, Joe began taking nips. He’d look in the rearview mirror before placing bottle to his lips. Of course Keith’s mom instantly noticed. She quickly jumped to conclusions as most women do. Husband Rod was dozing and didn’t see what was happening.
When they stopped for a potty break, Maggie Stone insisted that her husband take the wheel.
need a rest Joe. Rod can drive for a while!”
That fit perfectly into Uncle Joe’s plan. Him and Aunt Betty happily swapped seats. They were able to sleep the remainder of the trip comfortably in back. Rod Stone drove all the way to Salt Lake City including the return leg to Louisiana. Rod and Maggie didn’t find out they’d been fooled until years later. The couple found it hilarious.
Tucked between Keith’s legs on the tour bus was a bottle of Pepsi purchased from a neighborhood 7-11. It was hidden inside a brown-paper-bag. Keith Stone emulated Uncle Joe’s act to perfection instantly seeing results.
The whispering got louder and louder. There came a point when
a woman jumped up screaming for Keith to stop the bus.
“Let me off before you kill us all!”
Spotting a safe area to pull over, Keith Stone eased the big vehicle to a halt. Dust rose from all four tires. Opening the door, he started to inform the gal that she’d been punked. Before he could do so 41 passengers and a poodle abandoned ship. They refused to get back on.
These days Keith is back doing what he does best. The man’s old boss recently informed him,
“Experienced grill managers are hard to find in Pueblo, Colorado. Keith Stone, I’m glad you’re finally home!”
Extraordinary story about a Union soldier during the Civil War, and how his personal diary came to be lost during the Battle of Gettysburg, ultimately winding up in my hands.
interested in the American Civil War since birth. As a young man, Ken Burns’
documentary on the war only spurred my interest. Keep me supplied with large bowls
of buttered popcorn and I’ll watch it time and time again.
fought on opposing sides; the majority of them being Confederate soldiers. Grandpa Houston Hankins told me
stories about these courageous kinfolk. He said a few Hankins were teenagers
when they enlisted. GGG-Grandfather Stephen G. Hankins from Lamar County,
Alabama tragically lost 3 sons in the Civil War. Family history fascinates me.
One of my east coast ancestors, William Hankins, became a partner with gun-maker Christian Sharps in 1859. They produced Sharps & Hankins carbines and rifles used exclusively by Union troops. Early on I had the desire to own artifacts from this conflict. It made no difference whether the relics were North or South. I love holding history in my hands. Certain antiques talk to me. Thanks to an understanding wife, and assistance from Mr. Norm Flayderman, my wish became reality.
The late Norm
Flayderman is considered by many to be the expert
of experts when it comes to firearms and accouterments used in the Civil
War. His business, Norm Flayderman & Company, put out yearly catalogs chocked
full of such antiques for sale. It made my day when one of these books showed
up in the mail.
because I lived in Alaska, the catalog would arrive a week later than addresses
in other states. The items I sought were long gone. Because of this I called up
Mr. Flayderman to inquire on what could be done. Initially I talked to his wife
Ruth before Norm took the phone.
He must have
sensed the utter unhappiness in my voice during our 15 minute conversation. Mr.
Flayderman put me on his list of premium customers, although I’d yet to
purchase anything from his firm. From that point on whenever the catalog showed
up, countless hours would be spent poring over it. I don’t recall ever losing
out on a purchase after Norm did me that favor.
years I bought several antique weapons from him. Those items include a Sharps
& Hankins – Army carbine plus a pepperbox pistol. Various tintype and
daguerreotype photographs were obtained. One of my favorite collectibles were
signed Civil War Bibles.
bit, I picked up a pair of Lomen Brothers reindeer mukluks used by Admiral
Richard Byrd on his Antarctica expedition. I traded those for an 1863 Springfield
rifle excavated from a Williamsburg, Virginia battlefield. The rifle has shrapnel marks on it indicating
hot grapeshot from a cannon struck
the barrel and receiver. I still get strange feelings each time I touch this
weapon. Without doubt the soldier carrying it did not survive.
were made to Norm before his catalogs came off the press. He knew me as the
‘collector from Alaska’ although I’m sure I wasn’t the only 49th
state player. On my last conversation
with Norm, I asked if he had anything from the Civil War that begged for attention.
Norm knew what I meant saying that that he did.
a unique Civil War diary coming up for sale. It was written by a Union soldier named
Joseph Gilbert Barton. Mr. Barton served with the 14th Vermont
Infantry – Company I. They were a group of volunteer soldiers. Norm went on to say he’d been researching the
manuscript for years, believing there was something special about it that he
could not place his finger on. He told me he didn’t have time to continue
Flayderman was loyal to his other customers. He would not allow me to purchase
it before the catalog hit my hands. He
was as honest a businessman as they come. Norm told me to keep a lookout for
“Early bird gets the worm!”, Norm chuckled.
When that catalog
finally showed, speed-reading-tutor Evelyn Wood’s head would’ve spun as I
quickly thumbed through it. I scanned page after page at warp speed looking
intently for Barton’s diary. Finally locating the ad I called to check
availability. Norm wasn’t in yet Ruth told me the item was still for sale. I excitedly
asked her to,
“Mark it sold!”
When a well-insulated
envelope arrived containing the diary I began carefully poring over each hand-written
page. They were composed of ink on different types of paper. Norm included his
research notes from a yellow legal-size notebook in the packet.
Some of the words were hard to read without magnifying glass. A friend of mine, Fred Salter, along with the assistance of Terry Barton on the Barton family website helped transcribe things. This took some time. The finished project was well worth their effort. Gilbert Barton’s chronological records lined up precisely with other recorded accounts of the 14th Vermont’s wartime activities. Some of this new information was added to a website on the 14th Vermont Volunteers.
The journal begins with Pvt. J. Gilbert Barton entering the service. It mentions boring routines the troops went through getting ready for departure. Marches and drills were constantly part of the regimen. One of the more vivid entries is a detailed account on what Barton saw after his train arrived in Washington D.C.
at Washington today about noon. Before we got there (near enough to see the
city), the soldiers (myself included) were anxious to see the Capitol, as we
crowded to the doors of the cars for a sight. After taking dinner that was
prepared for us in a Soldier’s Boarding House, we rested a while & during
the time saw several VT soldiers. Steven Hazard was one of them. Old women and
raggedy boys and girls were around selling pies and cakes. I did not buy any
for fear of being poisoned.”
the 14th Vermont Infantry finding that they fought gallantly at
Gettysburg. What was very unusual about Gilbert’s writing was there was no
mention of such. In fact the diary’s last entry was dated March 13, 1863. The
first thing popping into my head was that pages were missing.
I spent hour
after hour looking for more information on Gilbert Barton going so far as to
send off for his military records. They didn’t offer anything more than what I already
knew. Eventually I placed the diary in my safe and moved on. That was over 30
recently I was searching for tax paperwork coming across the old diary. Taking
it out of its fireproof home, something told me to give things one more try.
For those having studied the American Civil War, you’ll know that Cemetery Hill and the Trostle Farm are the most significant landmarks in Gettysburg National Military Park. President Abraham Lincoln gave his famous Gettysburg Address there.
Many died on the farm grounds with graphic photographs showing the carnage. It’s remarkable that the Trostle farmhouse and barn are still standing.
When the 14th Vermont Infantry arrived in Gettysburg they had little time to settle in. Camped to the east of Cemetery Hill, records show the troops were instructed to double quick to an area under attack by Confederate troops. Double quick means dropping everything but gun and bullets and basically running to your position. This explains why Gilbert Barton lost his knapsack.
A knapsack back then is much like a backpack of today. It would’ve contained personal items such as Bible, photos, comb, tin cup, fork and spoon, metal plate, hardtack, writing utensils, paper, and in Gilbert Barton’s case, a copper stencil used for marking valuables.
After the Gettysburg battle ended someone picked up Gilbert’s knapsack and went through it. How this stencil ended up hidden in the Trostle’ barn is a mystery. My theory being the person finding the knapsack, intentionally ditched the stencil for one main reason. That stencil identified who the goods belonged to. For whatever reason, Gilbert’s diary was deemed worthy of keeping. It’s a miracle that the writings survived.
months leading up to the Battle of Gettysburg, the 14th Vermont Infantry
was always on the move. They were considered a part of the hard charging ‘Army
of the Potomac’. Wolf Run Shoals and Occoquan in Virginia were their staging
grounds the last few weeks. During this
time there would’ve been little or no time at all for Barton to make entries.
His last journal date reflects that.
Although Gilbert was eventually reunited with his copper stencil in 1890, the diary never did return to his hands. Norm Flayderman indicated he’d purchased it at an estate sale, and that the person selling it did not have Barton connections.
It was only
because of Mr. Flayderman piquing my interest that I ultimately purchased the
diary. It’s almost as if Norm knew I’d never give up on finding answers.
J. Gilbert Barton’s diary is a significant piece of Civil War and Gettysburg ephemera. Provenance seemingly popped out of the woodwork in solving things, although popped out of newspaper pulp is a more plausible term. Without the 1890 archived newspaper article I never would’ve figured things out.
Paper items, unlike guns, swords, and copper stencils have a limited life expectancy when subjected to the elements. The simplistic and fragile diary composed by J. Gilbert Barton is a miraculous Gettysburg survivor.
I should end things here but I won’t. If you’re inquisitive like me you have to now wonder,
“What happened to Joseph Gilbert Barton’s copper stencil plate?”
The life, wisdom, and humor of Pioneer Alaskan, Mattie “Tootsie” Crosby.
When I first visited the ghost town of Iditarod City, Alaska
in July of 2000, I’d been lightly schooled on highlights of its short, yet
illustrious past. During a summer writing class several years previous, under
the tutelage of University of Alaska Professor Michael Burwell, student Frank
Gularte wrote a short essay dealing with life in the old gold mining town.
Frank was an adept story teller. His grandfather Manuel Gularte owned businesses in Iditarod and Flat during its heyday. Frank’s dad Tony lived in both towns during the early years. Much of what Frank Gularte wrote, as well as what he verbally told the class remained with me. That’s the first time I heard of African-Alaskan pioneer,
Mattie “Tootsie” Crosby.
In July of 2000 before beginning an 8-mile hike to Iditarod,
the postmaster in Flat shared intriguing information. Mark Kepler informed
hiking partner Steve Schmidt and me to be on the lookout for ‘Tootsie’s Place’.
I instantly recalled Frank Gularte mentioning that name. At the time I couldn’t
remember exact details. Unknown as well, two experts on the subject were standing
directly in front of me.
Mark Kepler’s wife Sherry mentioned that Tootsie was a local legend in Iditarod and Flat; throughout Alaska for that matter. She’d been a ‘lady of the night’ including ‘madam’ for several years, eventually becoming a respected and much loved resident. Sherry went on to tell us,
“Early in her career Tootsie ran a Swedish style bath house”.
Mark mentioned that the dwelling barely stood upright as winter after winter had pounded crumbling remains closer to the ground. He went on to say the previous January, he’d removed Tootsie’s huge cast-iron bathtub from rubble, sledding it to his home in Flat.
“If only that tub could talk!” he chuckled.
When Iditarod began to decline in population many residents moved to Flat. Tootsie was one of those people. She set up shop leaving her deserted home in Iditarod to wandering hunters and prospectors. Before heading out on our photographic expedition, Mark gave us one last bit of advice,
“Be especially careful of rusty nails and bears. They’re all over the place.”
With Mark and Sherry’s directions we found ‘Tootsie’s Place’ without problem. The large two-story structure was reduced to one level. Sticking my head inside an almost squashed window I saw fancy red wallpaper peeling from walls. Such extravagance seemed out of place in the wilds of Alaska. It reminded me of something you’d see in a New Orleans bawdy house. I wanted to climb inside but deemed it too risky.
Walking to the front of the ruins I stepped on something slippery underneath a clump of tundra. Reaching down I picked up an oddly shaped bottle. Brushing away gooey muck revealed it was a perfume bottle with Victorian embossing. ‘Paris’ was the first word to appear. It seemed we’d found the old bath house for sure.
Steve and I took numerous pictures before deciding it was
time to head home. Walking 16-miles in one day through throngs of mosquitoes,
ankle twisting tundra, and soggy ground might be a piece of cake for sourdough
miners, but it was a challenge for us. We’d brought along extra water and food
which saved our hides. Mosquito nets rarely came off sweaty heads.
On our return to Flat, Steve and I briefed Mark and Sherry on what we’d discovered. When asked about bears we said, “Not a one!” Steve did inform them we skirted plenty of snarling nails and sharp metal roofing. The Kepler’s were interesting people to talk with. They knew almost as much about the history of Iditarod and Flat as John and Mary Miscovich.
I was fortunate to have coffee and cake with John and Mary on my second trip to Iditarod. They were a remarkable couple. John was born in Flat while wife Mary came there as his bride. “It was love at first sight!” she cooed. During our chit chat session Tootsie’s name popped up several times. The Miscovich’s referred to her as their close friend.
I would’ve liked talking with them more but we’d entered John’s nap time. Mary Miscovich informed us, post lunch snoozes were one of her husband’s secrets to living a long and healthy life. He was in his 80’s and still going strong. John Miscovich continued to mine until he was 94.
On my third trip to Iditarod I was once again drawn to Tootsie’s former digs. This time I had more questions yet there was no one to answer them. I decided when I got back to Anchorage I’d research her name at the local Loussac Library. Unfortunately what I learned wasn’t good where posterity is concerned.
Tootsie throughout her life wrote memoirs about life in the great land. She had plans to publish a book titled “Golden Dreams here in Alaska”. Some say the book was to be called “Everyone Knows Tootsie”. Whatever title, the manuscript was eventually finished and given to a schoolteacher friend. This person was to edit and type Tootsie’s notes along with placing things in chronological order. A simple task it seemed.
As time went on nothing happened. Mattie often asked how things were going, always being informed they weren’t. The teacher said it was too much work. She handed back only a portion of the original notes. Evidently the others were lost, misplaced, or perhaps the woman’s dog ate them. Whatever reason it was devastating news. When Mattie “Tootsie” Crosby passed away, even the portion of notes returned mysteriously disappeared. It seemed as if her original thoughts and dreams would never get published. Miracles sometimes have a way of happening!
I was researching old newspaper articles about Iditarod, when
out of the blue an editorial Mattie Crosby wrote turned up in the Chula Vista-Star. That’s a California
newspaper located basically in San Diego near the Mexican border. With piqued
interest I started to read. It only took a few sentences before I knew for sure
I’d found Tootsie. For some reason she’d started writing this newspaper initially from her home in Flat. That was
1956. I found out it had something to do with old friends moving to Chula Vista
from Flat several years previous. Evidently they were mailing local newspapers
as a means to keep up her up to date on current events.
Searching further I uncovered more and more letters she’d written. Her compositions were long and descriptive. Much of it had to do with life in Alaska. Her imagination was over the top. She was an excellent poet. That’s when the light came on. There was enough information at my disposal to compose Tootsie’s memoirs for her. I’m talking about 40 letters and over 24,000 words. I’m sure it lacks in total detail what the original would’ve had, but there’s enough data to give readers a clear view of her charm, wit, intelligence, and spiritual being. There were a few close friends knowing she’d done such, yet they never took time to locate and compile all 40 letters.
Some folks might say Mrs. Crosby speaks to us from the grave in these compositions. Without hesitation, Tootsie would be quick to explain that her body may be in the ground, but her soul resides in a much higher place. Before introducing you to her letters, I’ll lay out a brief synopsis regarding Iditarod, Flat, and Mattie obtained from published articles, recorded interviews, including valuable information the late Frank Gularte and John Miscovich provided.
Mattie McElhaney-Crosby (“Tootsie”) was born May 2, 1884 in Maine. Her parents were Joe and Susannah McElhaney. When her mother died in 1889, white friends of the McElhaneys asked to adopt the little girl. Mr. McElhaney being a blacksmith and having twenty-seven mouths to feed agreed. Mattie said the total number of siblings may not be correct, but it made no difference as she didn’t know or remember any of them anyway.
Mr. and Mrs. J.D. Wade were wealthy and caring people. J.D. worked
for United Fruit Company which was based in New Orleans. The couple treated her
like a queen according to an interview by the late Alaska writer Helen
Gillette. Much of the following was gleaned from Mrs. Gillette’s article, as
well as a piece written by Charles C. Hawley and Thomas K. Bundtzen for the
Alaska Mining Hall of Fame. The bulk of my information though, came from a 1962
interview of “Tootsie” by Mr. Clinton Clark.
The Clark interview started in Flat right before Mattie left for Sitka, and was completed once she arrived in the historic town located on Baranof Island. There are several discrepancies between the Gillette and Clark interviews, with the most questionable being how Mattie received her last name. She told Helen Gillette she got it from marrying a miner named Crosby in Alaska. On the other hand, Mattie informed Mr. Clark ten years earlier, it came after she’d wed a hotel worker in Seattle. I chose to report the Clark version although we’ll never know for sure which is correct. No marriage license was found in either state.
In the 1920, 1930, and 1940 United States census, handwritten data shows several other facts misaligned. In 1920 she claimed to be born in Florida, in 1930 it was Pennsylvania, and in 1940 it was said to be Maine. I chose Maine for sake of this story as that’s what Mattie told everyone in her later years. Personally, I believe it was Florida as that’s where the Wade family lived. Her birth year changed several times as well.
She gave different answers as to her ethnicity in those reports. I had to chuckle after seeing she told a census worker in 1930 that she was Indian. Whatever her reason for doing so, it only adds mystique to Tootsie’s amazing life. It appears to me she loved messin’ with the government where personal information was concerned!
The Wades allowed Mattie to attend schools normally reserved for white children. During summer months, with Mattie in tow, the family traveled throughout Latin and Southern American countries; especially Cuba. When J.D. tired of his job he decided to pursue gold mining. Like many adventuresome gold seekers, J.D. took the family via ship to Skagway. They arrived in the rip-roaring town on September 2, 1900. Mattie followed them up the Yukon River to Dawson. Finding things tough the family pulled up stakes relocating to Fairbanks. Eventually they ended up in Koyukuk.
Mattie last saw her foster parents at Skagway in 1909. “No white child was ever raised better than I was!”, she told the Clinton Clark. The Wades left her a sizable amount of money in the Bank of Commerce – Dawson. Records show J.D. Wade returned to fruit growing and fruit harvesting equipment after returning to the states. Wells & Wade Manufacturing Company is still in operation.
Mattie traveled back to Seattle in 1909. She met a black man there
working in a hotel there and married him. The day after their marriage she got
the notion that he was about to run off with her sister. Mattie immediately
left for Chicago and never saw the fellow again. She kept the Crosby name even
though her marriage lasted 24-hours.
While headed to Chicago on a steam-powered train, she befriended a young lady that talked her into trying out as a dancer. When the dance director shouted, “Keep going, keep going,” Mattie thought the guy meant, “Git out!”
As she headed for the door he yelled for her to come back. “Where’d ya learn to dance?”, he asked. She was that good. For over a year Mattie performed on stage at the ‘Amateur Theater’. In 1911, tired of the Windy City, she left for Iditarod with another African-American girl. The two performed dance routines in Iditarod until Tootsie grew bored with that.
Needing income, she purchased a gasoline powered boat and
began hauling supplies up and down the Iditarod River including the mighty Yukon.
On one of her trips, loaded down with 18 passengers and headed to St. Michael,
she ran into a storm and the boat almost capsized. Miraculously all survived.
The industrious woman ran dog teams hauling freight during
winter months. That’s when she frostbit both eyes. Making plenty of money from
these businesses she opened up a combination roadhouse/bathhouse. On the side, Mattie
boarded sled dogs sometimes overseeing as many as 200 at a time. She charged
$5.00 monthly per dog to take care of them. The venture was so profitable that
she hired a couple of men to help out. The canines were fed fish, reindeer
meat, and meal.
“Every four weeks, I bathed every one of them dogs. I had a great big tank, and I had two great big men that used to souse (soak) them dogs. Folks said their dogs never was kept so good. I had a house for each dog, a feed can and a water can.”
Her roadhouse, known for its yummy food, oftentimes served 50 to 75 men at a time.
“Days, days, I never got a chance to go to bed. Handled whiskey too, got pinched too!”
When fires destroyed a good portion of Iditarod in April and July of 1911, Mattie survived both. Her home and business was far enough away from flames to not be in danger. In spite of things, during her stay in Iditarod and Flat she lost three cabins to fires. One appeared to be accidental while the other 2 were of suspicious nature. Tootsie talked about losing all her worldly goods and having to start over. How she came to be known as “Tootsie” is a mystery? We can only speculate.
A daring robbery took place in Iditarod City on September 21,
1911. The transportation tram that ran between Iditarod and Flat was held up by
ten masked and armed men. A total of $35,000.00 in gold dust was taken. That’s
the equivalent of $2,275,000.00 today. As soon as the tram arrived in Flat a posse
was organized to find the bandits. No trace of them was found although there
were suspicions. Surprisingly all of the gold was quickly recovered from three
locations. There’s no mention of Tootsie in any of this, but I’m sure
authorities questioned all ‘working girls’ for possible leads.
By 1916, Iditarod was practically a ghost town. What’d been a bustling city having close to 5,000 occupants was reduced to a handful of people. Commercial buildings sat empty except for a few. Much of the city was disassembled and hauled to Flat. Items of importance were left behind such as newspaper printing presses and other heavy equipment. The cable tram running from Iditarod to Flat was taken down. The town was stripped of all reusable commodities. By now “Tootsie” was a full-fledged Flat resident.
Tootsie was recognized as one of the best in Flat when it came to manufacturing moonshine. Although she never drank or smoked, the woman had zero reservations about profiting from such. For several years Tootsie’s moonshine still ran non-stop. This was during the prohibition. One summer day, federal agents came to town on a mission. Most of the people making liquor in Flat had been warned beforehand. They were able to hide their equipment.
For whatever reason poor Mattie wasn’t informed. She was cookin’ when they came lookin’. Her place was raided and behind bars she went. Tootsie spent two years incarcerated in a Fairbanks’ jail before coming back to town. When she did, the savvy businesswoman decided to forego a portion of her former occupation.
On July 20, 1933 famous adventurer and aviator Wiley Post
crashed his airplane while landing at Flat. Reports of the accident shot across
the nation helping put the small gold mining town front and center. Pretty much
the whole population turned out to see him. Without question the good-hearted
Tootsie was there. Her excellence in cuisine was known throughout Alaska at
that point. More than likely she fed Mr. Post breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Wiley
Post being in Flat was a momentous event to say the least. An adventuresome
person herself, its probable Mattie obtained his autograph as a souvenir.
Mattie Crosby opened a restaurant and bar in Flat called “Tootsie’s
Tavern”. Because her cooking was over the top, the establishment became an
instant success. Several vintage photos show her standing out front of the
establishment. In each picture she appears happy and content. It seems she’d
finally found a business that was endearing to the soul.
Mattie invested much of her profits in several gold mining
properties. Certain unscrupulous people in the community were always trying to
rob her of it. She was smart enough to ward them off, but eventually funds
needed to mine the ground ran dry. She sold her claims for a song to an
investment group having sufficient capital. Within a short time they were
pulling gold out of the ground by the bucket load.
“I was making money as
fast as I could, and putting it back into the ground as fast as I could get it.
I never had any luck in my business. No matter what business I went into, I was
a failure. I made worlds and worlds of money, but always put it into the gold
mines and lost it all.”
Mattie lived in Flat until February – 1962. At that point she
was 77 years old. Friends wanted her to move to the Pioneer’s Home in Sitka. Mattie
Crosby wanted no part of it. She’d frostbitten her eyes years ago, and was
blind in one with partial vision in another. Her ability to walk was reduced to
almost nil. Several men in town helped by gathering firewood and performing
other jobs, but looking after her soon became a full-time chore.
It’s said they basically had to drag Mattie out of town
against her own will. On the trip to Sitka, because of bad health, she stopped
in Anchorage spending time at Providence Hospital. While convalescing there she came in contact
with several old mining buddies.
“Great day in the morning! I have never been so happy in my life. This is one of the greatest meetings I have ever had!”
When reminded how they’d been like one big family in Flat Tootsie replied,
“Ain’t that the truth, and the Lord surely blessed us.”
An old sourdough friend, Mike Burns, traveled to Sitka with her. Mike passed away several months after arriving at 92. Time spent in Sitka Pioneer’s Home was not akin to living in the bush. She had few friends at the start but before long there were many.
When a new Pioneer’s Home was built in Fairbanks opening doors in 1966, Mattie was one of its first residents. Many old sourdoughs from her Iditarod and Flat days were residents at this place. She felt at ease. Tootsie spent days socializing, reading the Bible, including continuing to write her book. She said it was tough going having only one eye, and a bad one at that, but overall the woman remained in good spirits.
One story she told Clinton Clark had to do with the mail. Evidently Tootsie loved getting letters.
“The prettiest thing in the world was to see the mail man comin’ with 18 or 20 dogs with their tails curled up and their little bells a ringin’. Great big dogs – Huskies. Them was the kind of dogs to have. I wouldn’t have these little playthings they have now, they can’t haul nothin’.”
Tootsie was confined to a wheelchair in Fairbanks yet still
made the rounds. Workers at the facility as well as elderly residentsabsolutely adored her. She was invited to birthday parties
and dinner socials, with many such appearances written about in the Fairbanks
newspaper. Her name was generally listed as special
attendee. At Wednesday Bible meetings, Tootsie was called upon to sing. One
of her favorite songs was, “In the Sweet Bye and Bye”. She sang it often.
Mattie Crosby died on October 19, 1972. A newspaper article mentioned that more people turned out for her service, than any other person in Fairbank’s history at that time. She was much loved by the community. The longtime Alaskan is buried at Birch Hill Cemetery.
Although she departed for a better place free of pain and suffering, Mattie “Tootsie” Crosby left behind some fascinating tales. Examine her writings very closely and you’ll find subtle, between the lines humor. I’ve left the excerpts ‘as is’ which include grammar and punctuation errors.
The following compositions are penned from Mattie’s wrinkled fingers. They will never be lost or destroyed!
LETTER FROM A SOURDOUGH – Marijuana Makes Mice Chase Cats in Alaska
(A group of
letters to the editor which appeared in recent editions of the Star-News has
attracted the attention of a woman living in Flat, Alaska, and this week the Star-News
received an airmail registered letter from Mrs. Mattie Crosby, who says she is
known throughout Alaska as “Tootsie”. In her letter “Tootsie” agrees with
Harold Spear Young in regards to his calling all drugs, not heroin alone,
dangerous. Dr. P.C. Means, a retired Army medical officer has written letters
contradicting the opinions of Young. Mrs. Crosby’s letter follows in part –
“We here in Alaska agree with Harold Spear in regards to his
calling all drugs, not heroin alone, dangerous. Dr. P.C. Means seems to bring
out that marijuana is not dangerous.
GUNNING FOR CATS
“We were certainly surprised.
Scientists are always experimenting and when they tried marijuana on white mice
over in Fairbanks, a few hundred miles from here, the mice got loose and killed
two cats that had been running for the mice.
“The marijuana was tried on a big
salmon and when put back into the water the salmon took off and swam to the
ocean and took on a whale and killed the whale. (The whale was not full grown,
Mrs. Crosby points out). The rabbits that got a few sniffs of “the weed” chased
the moose all over the place.
“Dr. Means says it’s okay to smoke one
to prove there is no kick. What if a person would light up one of these weeds,
“An old maid came out here looking for
a husband and no luck until she tried a marijuana weed, then she kidnapped
three trappers and an old ancient prospector, but she didn’t puff on the
harmless kind of weed that Dr. Means talks about.
“I am an old sourdough of Alaska and the Yukon Territory and
have been breaking trails for 56 years. I have lived in this part of Alaska for
45 years. Flat is a ghost town and was once one of the richest towns in Alaska.
“When the long winter sets in and the
northern lights dance for us in the heavens up here, I think of the old fool
who smoked two of those harmless weeds and applied for a job turning on the
northern lights, or had another harmless weed and went out to chip ice off the
“Up here we have fermented blue
berries and a few swigs of the juice will cause some of these old bean eaters
up here to go clear off the beam. Like the monkey who smoked a harmless
marijuana weed, went out and beat up on a gorilla, than ran off with his wife.
“Harold Young left Fairbanks by boat
years ago and was one of the first to settle in Flat, when he was just a boy.
He wrote articles for newspapers up here in 1910. His grandparents operated the
largest store in the camp and after the rest of the family left Alaska, his mother
stayed and was here for many years. She was one of the finest ladies that ever
came to Alaska, was loved by everyone for her kindness to all.
(Better known as “Tootsie” all over Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – December 12, 1963
Tootsie Ponders Why She’s Black
A little Alaskan Indian child stood
staring at me and at last I said: “Honey child, tell Tootsie what it is”. She
did, saying, “What makes you black?”
She was so sweet and innocent. I was
so old, and crippled, one eye gone from freezing and other cold storage
ailments and, at my age, that is over 80, I should have had the answer right
there on the spot. I asked that sweet little native child to give me time. She
Now about the time she gave me. Time,
like God, never began and shall never end. We have a big state up here in
Alaska, the 49th state. And speaking of space, I’ll have to mention
in Texas and even in Chula Vista, with all the space there is, some places are
And yet space has no beginning and no
ending. At least that is the latest that I have learned. My, but I feel so
Now back to that little native child.
I did some research and this is what I found:
Men often inflict gruesome punishment
upon each other, and very often all because of such mere trifles such as race,
creed, and color. I am black and if Adam and Eve were white, God in his wisdom
may have had reasons to change some of his creations (humans) to black.
For example, possibly thousands of
years in the heat was God’s reason for a change from white people to black and
the change may have taken place very slowly as we measure time.
Now, if we were all black from Adam
and Eve, some may have turned white. I have been up here where it is so cold so
long that my heart and soul seem white to me and my skin may be turning white.
However, I love you all. God bless you
regardless of any color. I even love those creatures of God’s with feathers,
and those with fur.
Thank you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – December 19, 1963
Tootsie Recounts Christmas Tale
Hi, you folks in the South Bay.
Like so many other oldsters here at the Pioneer’s Home, I am
thinking about Christmas and I have a story to tell.
On the sourdough’s last trip out of Alaska 20 years ago, he
had been greeted at the dock in Seattle by his wife and little daughter. How
happy they were. And now those same streets he was walking along brought back
memories of over 20 years ago when the 3 of them walked together.
They had purchased Christmas gifts from some of the same big
stores and life had seemed beautiful. But this time, over 20 years later,
walking the same paths, just before Christmas, the old sourdough was sad
because his wife and child had been called from life.
The streets were crowded now. Soon the old sourdough found
himself in the basement in one of Seattle’s big department stores. How
beautiful everything looked. There were tables and counters loaded with toys….
artificial snow and tinsel that made him think of Alaska, which he wished he
had not left.
Off in a corner of the crowded room he noticed a small girl
with big beautiful eyes and a beautiful child’s face. Her little body was
dressed in ragged clothing; her shoes were torn and wet. She shyly walked to a
toy counter, holding out a nickel and a few pennies in exchange for some toys.
She was refused because she did not have enough money and he spied tears as she
rubbed her sleeve across her cheek.
She quietly went back to the corner from which she had come
and watched, satisfied to smile at the joy others were having.
As the old sourdough watched her, he thought of his own
little girl. There stood this one living in the early morning of life – the
time when the sun shines and the birds sing to commence the day. His hair was
white; hers was a beautiful golden color. His hands were hard like rocks; hers
were soft but rough from work. Yes, she was enjoying life’s morning sunshine;
he was living in the evening of life just before the stars start to shine and
darkness overtakes us and it is time to sleep.
Smartly dressed children with their parents were picking out
toys and beautiful things; none seemed to notice her.
Then the old sourdough moved close to her, doffed his hat and
asked if he could be of service to her, explaining that he worked for Santa
The child’s face lit up and her eyes sparkled far brighter
that the Christmas lights on the big tree in the store, and she smiled, holding
out in her hand the nickel and pennies.
“First,” said the old sourdough, “We must find a purse for
your money.” They purchased one, in which a goodly sum of money was added to
Next he walked back of a big toy counter just as if he were
the clerk and waited on her, helping her to pick out a beautiful doll.
He then went on a shopping tour with his little friend just
as he had done over 20 years ago with his wife and little daughter in that same
When they had finished, our sourdough called a taxi and the
presents were carried from the big store to the waiting auto.
The old sourdough and child took a long ride to her home,
during which she told him how her mama had been sick since her papa died, but
that now she was well and looking for work.
Mama had given her, her last nickel and pennies to get her something for
She confided that her mama was the best God could have found
for her and that they were so happy together.
The child then asked the old sourdough questions about the
North Pole and Santa Claus. He told her
how the Northern Lights light up the heavens so Santa can see to drive his
reindeer from the North Pole over Alaska and to every place where children
As the taxi approached the front of her humble home on
Seattle’s tideflats, the little girl asked him if Santa was really the first
person that lived at the North Pole.
When he told her “Yes”, as the things were unloaded and taken
into her home, she threw her arms around her mother’s neck and exclaimed
excitedly, “Oh mama this man is one of Santa’s helpers – and Santa was the very
first sourdough in Alaska! Look at all
the lovely things he has brought us.”
And Mother, smiling through her tears, thanked the
understanding soul whose heart was filled with happiness as thoughts of other
days surged through his mind.
Christmas in that little home was one of the happiest in all
that big city during holiday time – and our old friend was perhaps the happiest
of them all for he had brought joy into the heart of a little child.
The old sourdough of this story could be here in the
Pioneer’s home right now. Would you
believe me if I told you he was?
Thank you so much.
known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – September 26, 1963
Red Eyeball Prompts Tootsie Tale
of an article in The Star-News about a pill for men only that makes them safe
under certain conditions and also turns the whites of their eyes red, you have
elderly men talking and wondering and also the ladies here in the home are
I wonder if a man I’ll call Skinner or his son, could be at work outside of
Skinner landed in Flat, he entered a saloon, took from his pocket a tablet,
placed it in his glass of whisky and drank the mixture. Accidentally he dropped
the box and made a great fuss as he asked everyone to step aside while he
located the pills he said were worth a dollar each. One man inquired why such
small pellets should be so expensive.
youth tablets,” explained Skinner. “They make old men young, young
men full of what it takes, and although I’m over 63, I have ideas that go with
a man say 25.” Before Skinner left, he had sold several boxes at reduced
later told an old sourdough he was a successful photographer connected with an
establishment in a Washington state town and he specialized in taking pictures
of the departed.
sourdough said, “Do you mean that you photograph the spirit of the
he answered. “And they all turn out beautifully.”
much do you get for this work?”, inquired the sourdough. “From $10 to $30,” he replied.
offered to take the sourdough in as a partner for the small sum of several
hundred dollars. He went on to explain photographing the dead saying:
called on Widow Jones and said to her, “Mrs. Jones I have a very strange
story to tell you. Last night when I was sleeping, your departed husband
appeared in a dream and told me to come here, go up to your room where he
slept, that he would appear and asked me to take his picture. He told me his
spirit would carry the very shape and form his body used on earth. The widow
gasped and looked horrified.”
she let you up?” asked the sourdough and Skinner continued,
“Yes,” she first however, gave me a dirty look and asked me to
describe her husband as I had seen him in the dream. I told her he was tall, a
little lame, had a little bald spot, a finger missing and he had a pointed
beard to which she gasped, “My God, John.”
went on: She led me into her departed husband’s room. The poor soul had
everything just as he had left it. His slippers were under the bed, his pipe,
tobacco, and tobacco jar were on the table. I asked her to speak to him and in
a soft, trembling voice she said, “John dearest, the photographer is
here,” but there was no answer.
eyes almost closed to slits as he continued: “I asked the widow to pull
down the curtains which she did, and again she called for her husband. I
informed him that I could now see him and would get a good picture.
before I left,” said Skinner. “I told the lady that that in my dream
John had asked me to make a colored enlargement which would cost $50.” She
readily agreed to pay if the picture was good.
did you know what John looked like?” inquired the sourdough.
old-timer,” said Skinner. “I always pick out an old photo
establishment, the father-and-son kind, and go over the old pictures. When I
have all the old husband-and-wife lined up I find out which ones have had
deaths, pick out the departed, study the features, and set out to sell the
survivor a picture of the departed.”
get in the proper room, point my camera, click it, hurry to the studio, get the
old negative, and a little touching up does the trick.”
I delivered the picture the widow gasped, ‘O John, O John, I knew you could be
believe that we will put a man on the moon. Can you folks believe this story?
you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – January 12, 1964
Tootsie Answers Some Questions
As I write it is still 1963 and I want
to thank you folks in the South Bay for the dozens of letters, books and other
things. There is so much left unsolved to keep me busy for a long long time.
And you folks have asked me many questions to keep me both busy and happy
answering at least some of them through 1964.
There is a sourdough here that still
asks, “Which comes first, the chicken or the egg?” Some have tried to answer
In the case of Adam and Eve, Adam
arrived first and therefore was older than his daughter Eve. I say “daughter”
because Adam gave birth to Eve when his rib was removed and therefore was Eve’s
Later they had a visitor, Lucifer of
hell and that is another story. Also they had children (sons) and now let me
squeeze in that there is no such thing as an illegitimate child. All have a
soul given to them by God. No one performed the marriage of Adam and Eve. At least
that’s the way I think.
Now back to the unsolved question
which came first, the chicken or the egg. A darn old ___ here has tried to tell
me that possibly the rooster arrived first and lost a rib like Adam, and the
hen arrived, and next followed the egg.
We so often speak of Negroes as black.
Now it has been discovered that we are, in most cases, a dark blue complexion.
My hair is pure white, my blood is red, my complexion is dark blue, and
therefore I am a true “Red, White, and Blue”.
I am now over 80 and realize and
realize I am not a young woman anymore, and therefore must look more ahead than
behind. Now looking ahead: We speak of reaching the moon soon and also we have
heard tales about “the man in the moon”. No one knows exactly how he got there,
except that there must have been a woman there and another man also – to make a
man on the moon.
You have asked me about gold here in
Alaska, and money and lead.
For a great many years, pennies and
nickels and dimes were never seen or used in Alaska. A quarter was the smallest
money used. That saying, “Gold is where you find it” is okay, but most of the
gold in the world is where one cannot find it. About lead, it is the oldest
metal on earth and the age of the earth has been determined by lead.
In closing, I want you to know that we
are all happy here in Pioneer’s Home and we all wish you a very Happy New Year.
MRS. MATTIE CROSBY
known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – April 5, 1964
Tootsie Ruminates on Dogs and Thought
In answer to a question from Chula
Vista: “Do Sled Dogs Think?” I sincerely believe they do. They are in most
cases loving and hardworking animals, who take good care of their young and
will, if necessary, die for their babies. Their feelings are often hurt, and in
most cases they are a happy lot and play games much like we humans do. They
know their respective names and understand much that is said to them.
Let us examine thought briefly: The
brain is flesh, composed of lime, chalk, water, salt, and 13 or more
substances, and with that substance we think.
One cannot really see a thought;
however we know it is there.
One cannot smell a thought or burn it,
and if it could be placed on a track even a train could not harm it by running
over the thought. It is invisible and the most important part of us humans or
animals, such as dogs.
What good would the universe be
without thought? Love and kindness all depends on thought. With none to enjoy
the universe or parts of it through thought, there would not be, it seems to
me, any reason for the stars, moon, sun and all.
We, of course, all do not think the
same and that makes no two exactly alike. No two sled dogs are the same,
either, and we are all here to serve a purpose according to God’s wisdom that
is the highest intelligence.
Our thinking is, I am sure, on a much
higher level than the dogs. We are humans by the grace of God instead of a
tree, flower, or even a dog. When I depart from life on earth, I would just love
to meet beyond dogs that I have owned and used as sled dogs, as well as many
others that were my tail wagging friends. They are really part of Alaska and
have been, in so many ways, part of my way of life here in this wonderful land.
In short, I love dogs and believe me,
Thank you, thank you so much.
MRS. MATTIE CROSBY
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – April 30, 1964
Tootsie is Irate at Lottery Plan
I almost turned white in this old
black face of mine when I read Mr. John Morrissey’s letter to The Star-News.
“Private State Lottery Backed By Reader.”
The high quality and vivid manner in
which the gentleman presented his views got me to thinking, but I do not agree
The education of our children is a
must in our way of life.
But lotteries are not good and even
bingo used for religious purposes is still like gambling, much like lotteries.
Also such things as that great television attraction, “The $64,000.00
Question,” and that has a long story back to it.
Loopholes in the law to permit
gambling for state, or churches, act like certain sprays to cover up odors. The
smell is there but the spray material perfumes above it. In the case of a dead
horse, a mask is needed.
Should we mask our public for state
lotteries and even church bingo games? Read the Ten Commandments Please.
Lotteries and such gambling as bingo
brings quick and easy money for those on the right end to receive it.
We are told the farmer is a gambler.
Is he? He labors for what he gets. Farming is not a game. Should a judge or
jury render a verdict by the turn of a card or throw of the dice?
A thief steals to get something of
value without paying or working for it. A gambler hopes to get something of
value by chance without paying or working for it. The promoter of a lottery or
any game plays on the desire of what we often call “suckers”. I know, because I
too have been one. Gambling hits the poor and takes away their hard earnings. It
robs children and that is hell.
I am well over 80 and have seen men
sell snake oil that was guaranteed to cure many ailments. I also remember the
selling of Indian Root Bitters that really was a cure for what have you. I saw
pain pads sold by a man with long hair, long beard and all the rest of the gear
used at that time to fool the public. All such junk was supposed to cure
suckers like magic.
And now I have seen it all with this
idea of a lottery to raise funds to be used by our public schools to reduce
How about a chance in the church
collection plate? Every person putting money in could take out a number that
could be the winning number?
Thank you, thank you so much.
known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – May 14, 1964
Tootsie Gives View On School Prayers
is a great deal in the newspapers about prayer in our public schools.
teachers by law have to lead children in prayer, regardless of how simple? If
so, what prayer or prayers? For example, Christ’s parent took him to a Jewish
synagogue and he went to church on Sunday. Any prayer that was good enough for
Christ and his parents certainly should be good enough for all. However, many
seems that a great many fear a compulsive system of prayer by law and therefore
our Constitution is brought into the picture. Some say than an amendment to our
Constitution would put everything in order for prayers in our public schools.
it? Many do not believe in the same creeds such as the Buddhists, and there are
over 350 million. I do not believe in the Confucianists and Taoists and there
are over 300 million and again we have the Mohammedans over 225 million and the
four make more than three quarters of the world’s worshippers. Many are in our
U.S.A. and have their respective prayers.
child or adult be required to say a prayer that he or she does not believe in.
Prayer is between the person praying and God, or at least should be. No person
should condemn another because of his or her religion.
are many creeds here in our U.S.A. and it should be possible for those who go
to Jewish synagogues, Roman churches, or any other of our many churches here in
the U.S.A. to get together on one or more prayers.
our earth we can at least see some of God’s universe. How wonderful and could
mere men have accomplished that? The air pressure here is exactly right to keep
we humans and animals and all from exploding. The air, water, and all are just
right for us and even the sun is the right distance from earth to keep us from
burning up or freezing.
the moon is tilted exactly right to control the tide so that it will not drown
could go on and on; however, what I am getting at is this: How about a prayer
that will have incorporated in it how wonderful God’s creation is and that God
had no beginning and shall never end.
you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – June 11, 1964
Tootsie’s Views on the ‘Retarded’
So-called “retarded children,” as well
as “retarded adults,” are very often only different, and in a great
many cases are those who refuse to reason as others might want them to.
all children and adults are not exactly what Ma and Pa might have placed their
respective orders for. But I believe that every living thing is in God’s plan.
We know in the first place that we did not make ourselves and we are here on
earth. Also no other thing such as a tree, animal, etc., could make itself.
Life and all else because of the power of our Maker.
back to the so called “retarded.” Not too long ago, children and
adults were thought to be strange, odd, and even retarded because they had what
others thought was too much imagination. Animal’s brains are not capable of
generating imagination and our advances are a product of imagination.
let us suppose that we humans in 1964 could see exactly how, for example, the
medical profession operated 100 years ago. We would not want any part of it
should we need an operation or tooth extracted etc. If we should be living 100
years in the future, we may feel the same alarm about today’s medicine. And so
it may be we are all retarded today, considering what may be the average
intelligence 100 years from now.
valuable mining claims were discovered here in Alaska by the Chechako and
others because they were chosen by seasoned prospectors, etc., to be dumb
enough to believe them when they were told to climb to the top of a very high
hill and stake claims there.
skilled prospectors “knew” that the pay gravel was always on the
creek bedrock where the water flowed or close. Those that were supposed to be
fooled and staked high on the benches made great discoveries such as Chechako
Alaska was purchased from Russia in 1876, the deal was called “Seward’s
Folly,” for a great many years. You
know, Seward was sort of retarded.
am of the opinion that many are classed as retarded or worse (merely) because
they are not on thinking terms with others. Thank you, thank you so much.
known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – June 25, 1964
Tootsie Knows All About Goldwater
It is easy for one who writes to be
misunderstood, especially in connection with politics. For example, we are
hearing much about Senator Barry Goldwater these days and I have been asked:
“What do you think of Goldwater?”
Now, goldwater here in Alaska has been
used for cooking, bathing, and many other uses and it has been piped to us. And
now we are getting Goldwater over the air, through the mails, etc.
I have heard for a great many years
about that d _ _ n goldwater, and heard language used to describe goldwater
that even a reformed malamute would run away from. Too much goldwater has
ruined many a man in Alaska. Any person that might solve the goldwater curse to
mankind might not only get rich but be of great value to the world.
By now you should be really wondering.
I am not sure from whence came the name Goldwater. However from a standpoint of
Gold mining and especially placer, goldwater is a problem, and here is why.
Goldwater is found in a great many
parts of the earth. Gold comes first from the solid rock and is so mined and
known as “hard rock, or quartz mining.” Next gold is found in the gravel on
earth, after it has been by nature removed from the rock and washed out, etc.
Even sea water averages one grain of gold per ton of water. Now we are getting
close to goldwater.
Much gold is lost when the pay dirt is
sluiced because it is flake gold or so light that it cannot be caught. This is
often called “goldwater.” If there is a great deal of flake gold or flour gold,
etc., the loss is great. Clay or the
like that also carries off flake gold or flour gold is called “sluice robber.”
Too much goldwater is dangerous to the
success of mining and I have heard goldwater called names that would shock even
Do not pay too much attention to my
political views because I know so little about politics. I am so dumb that for
years I did not even know I was a Negro until I would look in the mirror. And
now, at well over 80, I think back to my gold-mining days, trailmaking and my
over 64 years in Alaska.
Why even Republicans here in Alaska
still say “something must be done to stop goldwater.” One thing is sure: mud mixed with water makes
the best mixture for goldwater.
I’ll just bet my legs, that have been
frozen so many times, that both Goldwater and Rockefeller and even our
President would have made wonderful trailblazers and prospectors. Who knows but
what all three might have under certain conditions been frozen in exactly the
same places and needed social security medical care.
MRS. MATTIE CROSBY
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – July 9, 1964
How Tootsie Feels On Being a Negro
I am asked how one feels to be a Negro
and if “I ever feel discriminated against.” I am not so sure so late in life. I
can give a good answer.
There is not much use telling about
injustice because there are so many circumstances to be considered.
For example, let us briefly consider
women. Injustice to women has lasted thousands of years. The Negro has no
monopoly in suffering from it.
The thing that counts is what may be
done to diminish injustice. Now you may sense how I feel about being a Negro
because to me, at times, I seem to see the world preaching Christianity and not
always practicing it.
Right now I wish to make clear that
everybody, especially during my later years in life in Alaska and here in
Pioneer’s Home in Sitka, has been so good and kind to me that it seems like
heaven on earth here in the land of the midnight sun.
There is the question, “How does it
feel to be a woman?” You all know the story of the men prepared to stone a
woman. Like thousands of others, this woman would have met her death, the
victim of what some call a crime and committed by two with usually the man the
In this case, however, there stood a
man with no stone in his hand, no excitement to destroy, and no hate in his
heart. The fearful woman, hunted by men like an animal looked in His face and
saw love and pity and she threw herself at His feet for protection from the men
with stone in their hands. The rest is a long story.
Can you imagine how it felt to be a
woman at that moment?
Women still jump off of buildings and
into rivers and the like because they have as we humans often describe it,
“sinned” and been found out. The other party that also sinned does not jump in
It seems that many do not care how it
feels to be a woman. And I doubt if such a woman could really describe how it
I can tell you how it feels to make a
good gold strike, and also to be burnt out three times in the dead of winter
far in the interior of Alaska, with all my supplies gone.
I could go on telling how it feels to
be nearly frozen to death, and to almost go blind. Also the joy of finding
after freezing that there was some sight left in one eye.
I can tell you how it feels to have
lived in Alaska over 64 years.
How it feels to be lost on the trail
and also off the trail.
How it feels to live where only 12 or
14 humans were, far in the interior.
However, best of all, I can tell how
it feels to be wealthy and how it feels to be poor. How it feels to be young
and, now well over 80, I still feel young and know how good it feels to still
I know how it feels to love and not to
How it feels to be hungry as well as
to eat too much.
How it feels to see a brand new baby
and how it feels to see death.
How it feels to believe and also not
How it feels to dream and how it feels
to awaken from a dream to be the real thing.
How it feels to see the midnight sun
in summer and the beautiful northern lights during the winter.
How it feels to own big dog teams and
later to be so down and out that I pulled my sled by my neck, and felt good.
I was in Alaska where I could only see
what a Negro looked like when I looked in a mirror. Honestly, I cannot tell you
how it feels to be a Negro. I just do not know. I have even at times, forgotten
that I am a woman and have gone on living, having and being thankful for life
here on earth.
MRS. MATTIE CROSBY
known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – September, 24, 1964
ANOTHER LETTER FROM TOOTSIE
will just imagine that you are on vacation and decided to visit me here at
Pioneer’s Home in Sitka, Alaska and we are answering each other’s questions.
about your bald headed dogs? I know that it is true because I saw one from your
area. A fellow was sort of in love with one of the girls at Flat about 1916 and
he made a trip outside. While in Tijuana, Mexico he bought a bald headed dog
for the girl.
the animal was nudist. I mean that it was bare behind, in front and other. Even
a malamute in Flat sniffed the animal, jumped back and hit the trail leading to
the tall and uncut, and plenty fast. You have a fancy name for those dogs and
call them “Mexican Hairless Chihuahuas”. When you think of our malamutes keep in mind
that not all of your dogs are perfect at least when it comes to a covering.
I am asked if it is true that during very cold weather in Alaska should a
person throw a pan of water out of a window, if the water will freeze before it
hits the ground? Yes – go high enough in the air by plane or balloon in Alaska
during the cold weather and throw out a pan of water and it should freeze. Also
go high enough above Chula Vista and the water will freeze at any time.
gold mines in Alaska: California is also a great gold-mining state. I’ll take
up the matter of gold at some future date, with the exception of calling your
attention to a sort of gold mine that is not too far from Chula Vista and I
mean the race track over the Mexican border where too many go to see the horses
race and to wager money. I am wondering how they get the horses so fast, slim
and trim through breeding and the jockey’s so small? I understand that some of
the race horses were so polite that when a male horse passed a female horse in
a race, that the male horse has been known to tips his jockey.
briefly about bull fights: I am informed that the bull is always killed. I do
not understand the sport that would seem very dangerous to me. I do not know if
the “bull” is always correct, unless there was, for an example say
99% bull and 1% fight. There was and may still be an old saying in Alaska: TIE
YOUR BULL OUTSIDE”. If the weather is too cold, even the bull, if left
tied outside would freeze and there would, in that case be very little if any
fight in any bull.
MRS. M. CROSBY
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – December 3, 1964
Tootsie Gives View On Poor People
reading your “Dear Editor” column of Nov. 19th, sent to me air mail,
please let me give my views regarding one of your letters (i.e., from a
Southern lady who calls Negroes “the most dependent breed of people in the
am a Negro reaching for 84. I have not been out of Alaska for 54 years. I first
arrived here in Alaska from Chicago in 1900. Now, as a Negro, I have seen
outside of Alaska, in Chicago and other places, young and especially old women
on their knees and they were not praying but working and very hard.
were called “scrub women,” and would work in office buildings and
other places, often throughout the night. I so remember the bucket, the soap
close by, and the brush in hand. All that was long long ago. Times are
tired old, as well as young, backs would be a sight to see. While others would
be sleeping, I saw those folks doing their tiresome labor through the night,
and then they would probably go home in time to possibly prepare some food and
get children off to school.
much time for them to attend bridge parties or go to City Hall and complain
about this, that or what have you.
have seen what I have described. And please still keep in mind that I am a Negro
and have my thoughts and know those women worked for the smallest wage such
people could be made to accept.
I have also seen children doing work that was far
too hard for them. They were denied an education. Sur, that was a long time
ago,. However, I feel that we have not yet reached perfection. There are still
folks doing what we call “hard dirty work.” Some will say they were
not well educated. Others will say other things such as printed in your
“Dear Editor” column.
say to you that I really love our people and that while in Chicago before 1900
there was sorrow in my heart for those I have described. Those women on their
knees working through the night. Also children working very hard and deprived
of schooling in nearly every case.
folks I have described were white folks and I love them all and still do, just
as I love the Negroes and Indians here, as well as the Eskimos.
have at times lived for years without even seeing another Negro. Going back to
the days before 1900 in Chicago, and now up here in almost 1965, there are some
brave souls that are making efforts to end poverty in our great U.S.A.
am so proud to be a little black speck up here in this big white land of snow
in winter and midnight sun in the summer, and again I love you all so much.
you, thank you very much.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – December 17, 1964
A CHRISTMAS STORY FROM TOOTSIE
reply to one of my letters to you, a party has told me that; “We are all
born equal.” I am thinking now of a boy who in my opinion was not born
equal to other children.
a town supported by a large refinery lived a girl of about 18 whom I will call
“Mary”. Mary’s father worked in the refinery. Her mother had died in
that same town years before.
was a sweet girl and she kept house for her father. Mary did something most
girls do in time. She fell in love with a man and they were to be married. Yes
he promised to marry her but kept putting it off.
an old doctor’s home early one Christmas morning a baby boy was born to Mary,
and the old doctor was kind to the girl and kept her there in his home and he
cared for her. The man Mary was to marry had left town for parts unknown. He
already had a wife and child.
soon was out and around with her baby. Her father would not let her back into
his home. Some people on the street whom Mary had known all of her life time
would not even stop and talk with her. Her girlfriends seemed very cold toward
her. Mary even read in a local paper a very cruel story about her. Yes, that
was a great many years ago and times have changed – however not completely.
wanted to be good and she took her baby to church. People were somehow
different to her, and Mary, of course, knew why. In her sleep she saw accusing
fingers pointed at her and her baby. She applied for work at the stores and was
refused. She even tried the refinery and they just could not use her.
old doctor gave Mary work as a practical nurse, and certain people of the town
protested to the old doctor. Some of the town ladies warned their daughters
about associating with Mary.
loved that boy of hers and he was sent to school and when he was told enough to
understand he heard other children explain just how he arrived into this
troubled world. Sermons were preached
that did not name Mary. But Mary knew and her boy got the message.
boy fought with Mary’s son at school and lost. The boy who lost was the son of
a powerful man in the town. Mary’s son was called to the principal’s office and
was questioned by several indignant and enraged folks. Harsh words were spoken
and Mary’s son said as he stood, “Joseph being a righteous man took unto
himself Mary as his wife.”
principal sternly said, “Sit down.”
boy replied, “I choose to stand now alone as I have always except for my
dear mother, stood alone. I now stand in defense of my mother. The Lord sent
Christ to this world and every other living creature, and if you condemn my
birth, you condemn the work of the Lord because I am created not by man, but by
boy was promptly expelled. I guess he would not at that early date, be called a
Mary’s son headed for Alaska and got to Iditarod City and Flat during the first
stampede, in 1909. He staked his claim and got to mining.
boy got to buying certain mining ground, as well as property in Settle. There
was a wireless station in old Iditarod City, eight miles from Flat and the boy,
now a young man, would often wire his mother.
it was discovered that Mary’s son had arranged for a large Christmas tree to be
put up every year in the park owned by the refinery in the town of his birth.
There would be presents for every man, woman, and child. Also Mary’s boy arranged
a trust fund for girls in sorrow.
this was quite some time ago, I just wonder if the breeze whispering through
the branches of the Christmas tree did not say for Mary’ son, “Merry
Christmas to you all?”
men now living in Chula Vista were in Iditarod and Flat during the early days.
Both those men are now over 70 now and they know about what I have written.
you folks, and Merry Christmas.
Better known as Tootsie
Chula Vista Star-News – January 28, 1965
Tootsie Tells Why She Chases Rainbows
have a letter from one of your readers in Chula Vista associating Alaskan
prospectors with rainbow chasers. I
think that we all chase rainbows.
Children are known to try and walk to the spot where the rainbow comes
down and seems to touch the earth.
fact, I pity those who do not permit life’s rainbow to shine in their
lives. The prospector is blessed while
he chases the rainbow that sort of shines in his soul.
some believe that all human beings were drowned on earth except one
family. Also that all animals except one
pair of each were drowned. And after all
that, it is said, God made the rainbow as a sign that such a thing would never
is all in Genesis 1X: 13, 14, 15: “I do set my bow in the cloud and it
shall be a covenant between Me and the earth … And it hall come to pass, when
I bring a cloud over the earth that the bow shall be seen in the cloud. And I will remember My covenant, which is between
Me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more
become a flood to destroy all flesh.”
the study of gold mining, we are taught that rainbows were shining on this
earth millions of years before the Bible was written.
I have followed mining in Alaska for over 60 years and am a professional
rainbow chaser. I even see a sort of
rainbow in the spray of waterfalls and I see it in the glad hearts of children
as well as adults at times. Now that I
am over 80, there is still a rainbow in my soul and I love it.
at this if you must, but remember that many children still believe there is a
pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Once grown folks believed that gold could be found at the end of the
rainbow. Some say that the rainbow has
nothing to do with gold or wealth. I
know that it has. I should know because
I have chased it enough and more than once I found it and got the gold.
is still full of rainbow chasers. Some
will succeed and others must fail. They
all know that the gold is here if only they can locate it.
have seen a great deal of nature and with the exception of our Northern Lights,
I think the most beautiful thing is the rainbow. I see all the lovely colors of the sunlight
and even more, such as beautiful red blended with the violet. Can you wonder why Alaskan prospectors are
rainbow chasers and rejoice in the chase?
think that humans that are not rainbow chasers are to be pitied because it
signifies that hope is dead. When hope
shines in one’s soul he is happy and eager for the chase.
chasers made Alaska. Other rainbow
chasers discovered the earth is round.
Do not discourage the rainbow chaser because there is a rainbow of hope
in so many hearts. Keep your thoughts of
the rainbow chaser kind because there is one real joy and that is hope.
rainbow shines somewhere on this earth and possibly on millions of other
planets every second. Should there come
a time here on earth that there are no more rainbows – all will be darkness and
all hope also will be gone. As an old
time rainbow chaser please take this advice:
Keep your rainbow with all its splendor and never let it fade or die.
you so much.
Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska
Chula Vista Star-News – January 31, 1965
Tootsie Ponders Why We’re Taxed
it is tax time. Many will be working on their deductions such as doctor’s
bills, and medicine. I am very much mixed up in the matter of taxes and other.
“A very poor person.” Taxes in such cases often help. Charity:
“The relief of unfortunate or needy persons. Something given to a person
in need.” Taxes help.
often a fine line is drawn between charity and that which is supported by the
taxpayers. In many cases donations such as money willed to universities and
hospitals help both rich and poor alike. Believe me, one would have to be very
rich to go through life without taking, in many forms, relief from taxes. I, of
course, have in mind public schools. In fact, we all take tax handouts. We all
profit from the cradle to the grave from taxes.
students in great universities surround police cars and hold them sort of
prisoners… When the students take over in a forceful manner and demonstrate
for free speech, free this, and free that, I am wondering if those bearded and
long haired fellows realize that Mr. and Mrs. and even Miss U.S.A. taxpayer, as
well as those who leave money in wills or give it in other ways, have made it
possible to have a great university. Should taxes and donations help such?
USA Presidents and doctors have moved through life because of the person who
paid taxes and made donations. Some gained great success and others not so good
however, all have in some manner profited.
time ago a good doctor on vacation in Alaska journeyed to the interior. He gave
several lectures, and many learned a great deal from him. He did not believe
that those highly educated and skilled should continue to wave before the eyes
of others the fact that their education cost them or their parents a fortune.
brought out what I have tried to tell you here, that taxes have given us most
of our education. Sure, Ma and Pa in degree pay for the schooling of the garbage
collector or dog catcher.
doctor who spoke made very clear the need of medical care for all classes. He
did not believe too much in, “charity,” and even suggested that the
word “charity,” should be replaced with entirely.
kindly doctor returned to his home, and I am wondering if many of you folks
will not agree that the doctor, who was a doctor of law, would not have made an
exceptionally good medical doctor?
known as Tootsie throughout Alaska
Chula Vista Star-News – June 27, 1965
Tootsie Gives View On Medicare
Hospital security for those over 65 is
discussed a great deal by those in the home here. Also I have had letters from
Chula Vista about the medical bill that may become law.
I want you to know that I am not
qualified to answer questions asked of me. I have been here in Alaska over 55
years without a trip to see what we call “outside”. However, I reason this way:
We have public schools and need them
badly. We have fire departments to save life and property. We have police
departments to guard our lives and others lives. Along with all these things we
need hospital care and even doctor’s care – most of all for those over 65 but,
to be frank, for all our people.
If one’s home is burning, the fire
department does not ask questions. They put out the fire as quickly as
possible. If any human is in danger and may die, hospital care may save a life.
Should a house or other building burn down, that is not too bad. If a life
could be saved but is lost because of lack of hospital care, that is very
All cost money. Police departments,
fire departments, hospitals, all save life. What an awful thing it must be to
arrive at some hospital with death close and be questioned at great length
regarding insurance, money in bank and all the rest, and at long last not
That does not sound like the police
department, fire department, etc. Surely only a very few must have been turned
down by hospitals. However, it could be true and such conditions can be
Those who oppose the contemplated
medicine plan for those over 65 have their respective rights to their opinions.
However, if they are heard on television, radio, or in certain newspapers etc.,
ask yourself: “Who is talking? What is their profession, such as insurance or
Government, like free enterprise, is
open to improvement. If hospital care for all of those over 65 can be made
possible, I think that will be great improvement. The saving of life should be
our first task in government. Our military strength is to save life, country,
and all. We fight floods, spend much to save animals, trees, crops from death,
and now there is a great fight to keep our aged well and strong.
Constructive thinking and cooperation
will make possible such hospital care. Why must people with degrees and what
have you, as well as others, fight such a noble cause?
Thank you. Thank you so much.
MRS. MATTIE CROSBY
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – July 8, 1965
THE ‘JUDGES’ TALE TOLD BY TOOTSIE
am so thrilled through and through to receive the letter from South Bay
students and others about precious stones and blond Indians and Eskimos in
Alaska. You surely have wonderful teachers in your area.
is a story about precious stones and I am afraid to give real names. One person
named in the story could be right here in the home now. One that knows about
all to follow lives in Chula Vista and lived in Flat, Alaska many years ago.
knew gold to the extent that he could, like a great many others, name the creek
from whence it came. He knew whether the gold had been mixed with gold from
other sections. He also thought he knew precious stones such as diamonds. He also
had a slight knowledge of law and some called him “Judge”.
made a trip to Seattle just before the freeze up in the fall. Also along was a
young couple who were going to be married in Seattle. They took it upon
themselves to sort of look after the Judge. He liked fermented juices, often
called “Bug Juice”.
Seattle the Judge may have hoisted one or two or three too many. He told a glowing
story about his success in Flat and how he made the trip outside to straighten
out a young couple that had to get married or the like. His talk was inspired
by bug juice or stronger.
following morning while the Judge snored the Seattle papers carried the Judge’s
story. It was indicated that the Judge might be wealthy. The two young folks
tipped a bellboy and got into the Judge’s room. They gave the Judge a severe
going over and at last forgave him for talking about them.
in the hotel lobby, the Judge asked where there was a barber shop. Some dirty
bum pointed out a beauty parlor attached to the lobby and the Judge went in and
asked for shave and haircut. The proprietor had one of the beauty operators
give the Judge the works. Even manicured his nails, the first such experience
the Judge ever had. In the beauty parlor the Judge talked again and must have
after, when the Judge was reading the paper in the lobby, a stranger seated
himself beside the Judge, saying, “Good morning. I have an important
message for you. May I see you alone?”
The stranger got up and walked toward the elevator and the Judge
followed. In the elevator the stranger said, “We will talk in your
the Judge’s room the stranger took from his pocket six very large precious
stones – diamonds and what looked like good carbon. The stranger said,
“$12,000.00.” The Judge was no fool and said, “Not interested
and started to leave the room and asked the stranger to follow him out. “Fifteen
hundred.” pleaded the stranger, appearing very nervous. The Judge took a
glass from his pocket and studied the stones and scratched a glass with one of
them as the stranger stood behind the Judge’s back and the Judge said,
“No, positively no!”
last offer.” said the stranger. “$1,200.00 and quick.” The Judge
looked at the diamonds again and said, “$1,000.00 and not a dime
me the money.” said the stranger and the Judge gave him a traveler’s check
for $1,000.00, carefully putting the diamonds in his pocket.
the hotel lobby the young couple, now married, almost bumped into the Judge and
gave him more instructions on how to take care of himself outside. The Judge
showed them his diamonds. They informed the Judge that he had fallen for one of
the oldest games known. They took the Judge to the hotel manager and was told
that the hotel could not assign a detective to the Judge.
Judge tried a few innocent games of cards and lost about every game.
later the young couple was going to head back to Flat by way of Seward and go
in over the trail by sled. The Judge was broke and they were not too flush with
that stuff we use for money.
Judge decided to try and sell his precious stone that were called
“diamonds”. He took the two newlyweds with him. In an establishment
that loans money on such things as diamonds, watches, etc., the Judge asked how
much they would give him for his stones. The proprietor looked at the stones
and laughed and called two of his clerks and they shook their heads laughing
and walked away as the proprietor handed the stones back to the Judge saying:
“What would anybody think such stones would be worth?”
paste.” whispered the newlyweds to each other. The Judge hung his head and
started for the door. At the door the proprietor said, “$2,500.00.”
The Judge gasped, “What!”, and the proprietor replied, “Well
I’ll make it $3,000.00 and not a cent more.”
Judge sold his diamonds and walked out with what he called his two kids he was
looking after. They all got back to Flat and that was 1911. All three are still
you. Thank you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – July 22, 1965
Tootsie Gives Views on Hoppe Column
This is in reference to Art Hoppe’s
column, “Beauty Is But Skin Deep” (July 11).
How deep do you want beauty? Skin deep
should be deep enough for most any human. This is awful but I just had a
thought that Mr. Hoppe might be as nutty as I am and crazy thoughts are not too
deep – or are they deep at times?
As you know by now, I just happened to
arrive here on earth black, no – hold it! All Negro babies are born a sort of
gray, which is a color between white and black.
In time they turn black, or to be exact, a dark purple or blue and at
times a high yellow or the like. Some grow up and have red hair.
Now about white folks: So many babies
are born blue or black and must be spanked or other to get them to turn white.
Art Hoppe writes: “The white ladies
decided being white was really kind of insipid looking. It was much prettier,
they decided, to be brown so they traveled to Deauville, Miami Beach and the
Galapagos where they poured millions of gallons of sticky lotion over themselves
and laid motionless for trillions of hours in boiling sun. In order to turn
How long a time is “trillions?” Mr.
Hoppe, are you really nuts?
I left Chicago about 1900 for Alaska
much as I am now, a Negro and black or blue and going over 17 years up here
without seeing another Negro, I would look in the mirror at times and tell
myself white lies.
I would say: “Tootsie, you are talking
to a wonderful person. You are going to hit the pay streak. Keep trying.”
“And do you know – I have hit the pay
streak and found almost pure white, yellow, and what we call black gold. All
kinds of gold such as white, yellow, and black, and all kinds of humans.
Like you say Mr. Hoppe: I am sort of
commenced to change. And when I had a big poke full of gold, some of the white
folks sort of commenced to change and took more notice of me. A few were good
enough to borrow from me, and some even paid me back.
I would have just loved to have run
into Art Hoppe back there in Flat or even Fairbanks or the Kuskokwim and talked
about mining with him, or even about how deep the skin must be to be skin deep
beauty. Skin deep should be deep enough for any man, woman or worse.
You know that way out prospecting,
when beans are scarce and there’s not too much rice or flour left, folks like
Art Hoppe hand out help when there is a crimp in one’s belly, regardless of a
black belly like mine or a white belly like his, and when the grub is scarce
and the stakes are high, if you strike it, a black belly or a blue or a white
belly will feel the hunger just the same, as well as the freezing cold.
And what a blessing that our good
U.S.A. has bellies, black or white and covered with skin that is not too deep –
but deep enough to cover and protect the guts that are needed to pioneer, fight
together and keep our good old U.S.A. going and able to enjoy guys like Hoppe.
MRS. MATTIE CROSBY
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – July 29, 1965
Bullfights Are For Bullies, Tootsie Says
This is about pets and bulls. Sometime
past I read in your paper about a dog in Chula Vista that the owner tied up
outside with a long rope or chain and it rained and the dog got wet. (The dog
as described, should have made a good sled dog.) People then complained about
cruelty to animals and worse.
Now, if it is cruel to tie up a big
dog that might get wet, how about the bullfights not too far from where your
paper is located. Think of thousands paying money to see a bullfight! I am
informed that the bull that fights has been carefully segregated from the
common bull. Also his horns are sharpened needle point sharp. Now all this
sounds like some bull; however, it all is said to be true.
I even read in your paper about a
woman bullfighter who lives in Chula Vista. She surely is brave and wonderful.
She might, however, be afraid if she saw a mouse. Many brave women are.
One man right here, an old sourdough,
attended a bullfight in Mexico and saw some bum wearing a big hat and other
garb that would indicate him as a Mexican, explained the fine points about a
bullfight to the sourdough, who has explained bullfighting to me.
He explained in great detail how
either the bull wins or the bullfighter wins. The Mexican explained that he
would place a bet 10-to 1 that the bull would lose. He also stated that the way
to tell if the bull loses is that the bull would die at the hands of the
bullfighter. The old sourdough lost with 10-to1 odds. The bull died.
We hear so much about cruelty to dogs,
cats, etc. and nothing about the humane treatment of the bull. Considering the
bull always dies in a bullfight between man and bull, we up here are wondering
if those fights are fixed? Also, considering the type of bull, I am wondering
what percentage of fight really is in most bullfights.
I mean how much fight and how much
A woman fights a bull and that is big
news. A bull fights a man and that is more common news. People, I understand
will at times cheer the bull during a bullfight and at last the bull must die.
Now back to the dog that was tied
outside, got wet and people out where you are complained. Up here, many who own
malamutes are told from time to time to tie their bull outside. Those who read
this may have a hidden desire or other to tell me the same thing, and I never
owned a bull in my life.
We have Bull Moose in Alaska that
have, in their fury, charged head on both passenger and freight trains. Would
one of those bulls that fight in the ring dare charge head on into an oncoming
passenger or freight train?
Thank you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – August 12, 1965
‘Tootsie” Tells How She ‘Reads Baldies”
I have read and heard about an
earthquake that was to be pulled off in your area and was predicted by one
highly qualified and skilled in such predictions. I have a knowledge of
earthquakes because we have had them up here in Alaska.
I know that earthquakes and much more
are predicted by those with special powers. Some tell us by the cards, the
stars, the palm of one’s hand and the lines, etc. who to marry and who to
avoid. You understand, love, marriage, happiness, wealth, health, and all for a
small fee or in a great many cases large sums of money.
I may be the only person on earth that
reads bald heads. They are the best because there is no messy hair to cover up
those delicate lines and one may observe the shape of the head that is bald
much better than one loaded with hair.
Bald heads are not as close to one’s
heart and they are a great distance from the planets. But they do furnish a
covering around the brain.
Not let us reason together: Thoughts
come out of a bald head and thoughts are not visible, cannot be weighed on a
scale, could not be hurt should the thought be placed on a track for a train to
run over, and yet it is the most important function of the body. So bald heads
are my baby. Nothing to do with crystal balls.
Speaking of “my baby” and bald heads.
I was called in Flat a great many years past, to help with a confinement case.
I told the husband as I entered the cabin: “I am your mid-wife.” He seemed
shocked and was excited and nervous and replied: “Like h _ _ _ you are, I am a
decent and ______.” At that moment things started to pop and there I was. I
moved fast and I think that he even accepted me as a mid-wife or anything.
The baby showed up black. I was given
a dirty look by the father. I was scared and talked to the baby saying: “Please,
please turn white.” It was a nightmare in the daytime. I was the only black
person in five days by dog and trail. Only about 20 people left in the camp of
I studied that newborn black head.
Well shaped, bald as the black bottom. I gave that end opposite the head a
spank saying and praying: “Turn white you little ____.” And I did other things
and held him by his feet and also spanked again. The father thought I was
hurting that poor little fellow. “Oh, Lord,” and the baby cried and soon turned
I studied that little bald head
carefully and told the proud parents what a well-shaped head he had and much
more that goes with bald head reading. Folks, that was the youngest bald head
that I ever read.
Do you know that certain people said
that I got mad and spanked that little bundle of black that turned to white.
Lucky for me that there was no humane society there in Flat. There was not even
a doctor there. Keep in mind that there I was, and now old Tootsie, the only
bald head reader ever heard of in Alaska.
I think that the last bald head that I
started to read had to first have a heavy mess of hair removed to make the head
bald enough for my reading. The head was so full of dandruff that had legs that
I was busy defending myself with a coal-oil solution of pure kerosene.
I have never read a female bald head.
I have heard a great deal about the wigs worn by many. I understand that some
women have as many as three or even four wigs and all different colors. Some
pay as much as $10 or $15 each for those creations. Would be awful should some
woman tip her hat to a gentleman and her wig would come off with it. That might
be a bald head to read.
Thank you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – August 26, 1965
Tootsie on Rocks, Salt and Candy
Vista and those in other sections close seem to be very much interested in
rocks, salt, and gold.
am wondering if some are trying to have fun with me.
“How did the salt get in the ocean?” My, but that is an old one and
like the new one, “which came first the chicken or the egg.” Anyway
here goes: It is often claimed that no one knows how the salt got in the ocean
– except me.
is in the body if human and animals and in plants. Salt is in the soil, solid
rock and water. It starts from rock and how it first got there is a long story.
It is a mineral. From rock salt goes to soil and washes into the water and much
reaches the ocean. The water evaporates and the salt is left.
Lot’s wife who looked back, and became a pillar of salt. (Gen. 19:26). I have
been looking back a great deal and must be careful. I suggest that you contact
a priest, minister or other about such a salt wonder.
us consider that rock was formed when it was too hot for a sea or any body of
water to exist and so salt was ahead of salt water.
that the earth once was molten and that frogs (or is it toads?) are found
sealed in rocks and even coal and when the solid rock is broken open they come
out alive, however, soon die, and that they, too, have salt in their respective
bodies, tells quite a story.
of the millions of years that those frogs or toads were there. Also considering
that fish frozen in ice for no one seems to know how long, will, when thawed
out, swim away also tells a story.
there is salt in the fish.
is one penalty of pride. I mean that we, if not too proud may learn much from
mere children. I have learned a great deal from children living in your area.
Katherine Burns who lives on Sea Vale Street in Chula Vista has, the way that I
think, the making of a wonderful teacher. I owe you three letters dear girl.
Would love to have your picture. You would make a most wonderful mining woman.
A little more about salt: I feel sure that there
is salt on the moon and other bodies out there. Salt once had more value than
gold and has been used as a medium of exchange just as we use money now, Please
do not laugh: Men now living in Chula used gold here in Alaska such as nuggets
and dust in payment of food, equipment and most everything. Those who did use
money used only quarters, halves and silver dollars as well as gold money (no
rock-candy or candy rock: Before I left for Alaska in 1900 I would buy rock
candy that had a string through it. It was sold in long pieces and looked a
little like glass. Often another candy would be in a jar beside the rock candy
gold, like salt, originated in rock, I should know about candy rock. I followed
placer mining and did not go too much into the quartz end of the greatest game
of you interested in diamonds surely cannot expect too much from me. I have
some news, however for you and if our editor will print what I write you will
you so much.
known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – September 26, 1965
Tootsie Explains Savages – Religion – The Jewish Faith
A letter to Editor Ruth Nuttall:
Ruth Nuttall: We writers have our trouble. In your Sept. 12 “How ‘Bout
That?’ you wrote: ‘No naked savage in darkest Africa with a bone stuck through
his nose has ever had more passing missionaries concerned with his immortal
soul than I have.’
is one exception, Ruth. You should have said ‘none with the exception of
Tootsie and me.’
did the naked savage get that bone stuck through his nose? Sounds terrible to
me. There are worse places for one to get a bone stuck, though. For example,
you appearing to be heading for hell in a handbasket, Ruth, may I
warn you to watch your language or you are going to be reminded just like I was
about the improper use of the English language.
two must remember that ladies read out stuff.
mentioned all those religions. There are at least 312 denominations.
The home here in Sitka receives money from all faiths to talk with us in an
effort to save our souls.
have been giving a great deal of thought to the matter of my soul. I think that
I shall choose the Jewish religion. I mean that the synagogue is the place for
me. Understand Ruth, I can take my choice of 312 different beliefs and
Jews are not here talking to us about their religion. I happen to know that they are a very busy
people. I have needed credit and other things badly through my life here in
Alaska. I have turned to my Jewish friends when really in trouble.
have never failed me.
me, they were good and kind to me in all weather, stormy, freezing or worse and
even when all seemed hopeless.
I get rolling, Ruth, you might think along with me briefly, Christ was a
Jew. We all of course know that his parents were Jewish. Here is a hard and
cold fact that is positively loaded with the truth:
went to the Jewish synagogue on Saturday with his mother and father. He never
attended any other form of church. If the synagogue was good enough for Jesus
Christ, it certainly should be good enough for us, Ruth.
along with me, Ruth, and keep our choice simple. I mean simple enough that
even the naked savage with a bone in his nose could understand the religion and
would not need to be confused with 312 or more different forms of religion.
Enough to make us nuts and might cause the savage to remove the bone from his
nose and throw it at those trying to make him believe as they do.
do not mean by what I have written to condemn any
person for his belief. And I am sure, Ruth, that you have the same thought. I
mean Christian, Turkish, or other. All have a right to their perspective
beliefs. Jew or other, we agree that we believe in one God.
those naked savages in Darkest Africa, or in Hollywood, in the movies or on the
stage, I feel for them because I am, as you know a Negro. I know that the cold
is not always best for me and my dark skin.
naked savages better stay out of Alaska unless they put on proper clothing
because the mosquitoes will get them in the summer. During the winter, they
would freeze all or the most important parts of their bodies if they did not
cover up with proper clothing. They might even get arrested where you are if
not properly clothed.
you so much,
Mrs. Mattie Crosby
Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska.
Chula Vista Star-News – October 14, 1965
Tootsie Tells Tale of Law (and Love)
To you who have written to me about
race riots and the like, please keep in mind that I told you through this paper
that I once went over 17 (seventeen) years in the interior of Alaska without
seeing another Negro.
Also I first arrived in Alaska in 1900
and have not been out of this land of the midnight sun for over 55 years.
I believe, of course, in law and
order. In the case of arson I would not
be qualified as a juror. Far in the
interior of Alaska I was burnt out three times and each time lost my winter
supply of grub, my cabin, clothes and much more.
Killing, rioting and looting are
contrary to our laws. No person has the
right to inflict harm on the life or property of others. Every person has the responsibility to uphold
law and order.
The laws are for me regardless of my
race, color or religion. I am so proud
to be an American. To plunder is an act
that should be dealt with on the spot if possible. The same for arson.
There are cases, however, that look
very bad for the accused until a just court digs out all the facts.
Here is a case in Alaska where the
accused was tried for rape: A lovely
lady that was recently from another country was hired to help with cooking etc.
on a mining claim. She did not speak
very good English and was warned about going down in the open-cut pit where
very often men were working, taking out the bedrock for sluicing.
Out where you are, love seems to
flourish under a harvest moon. Here in
Alaska during the summer months love makes it under the midnight sun. The lady in question did take a walk under
the midnight sun. She met a man down in
the pit. Her boss, the mine operator’s
wife, followed her. The man in the pit
was accused of raping the girl by the operator’s wife. It was awful.
I now know that out where you are
certain of you folks need shock absorbers.
I mean that you are shocked easily.
I shall be careful. Believe me, I
cannot tell you all of the facts. You
People were enraged and shocked. The case was brought into court. The young man in a roundabout way denied the
charges. He did not seem to have a good
lawyer. The lady in question was very
much mixed up. She had to have an
interpreter to bring out the facts. She
had to answer questions “Yes,” and “No.”
The accused took an awful beating from
the prosecuting attorney. His lawyer
just could not get his case over to save the accused.
As the case ended, the young man who
was charged managed to say to the lady in question these three simple
words: “You are welcome.” His attorney just grinned. The accused hung his head.
The judge asked the accused’s
attorney: “Have you made any preparation
for this case?” The attorney said: “Yes, your honor.” I wish to question Miss ——.”
He did. He asked her what the last words were that
she spoke to the accused as the mine boss’s wife pounced on them. The young lady said: “My English is not—I said — “I thank
The accused had not had the
opportunity to say “You are welcome.”
The case was thrown out of court. The accused would possibly have been sent up
for 30 years. Every man woman or child is
entitled to a fair trial here in our great U.S.A.
I shall not end this as usual
with—“I thank you.” Also you need not
say, “You are welcome.”
MRS. MATTIE CROSBY
Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska
Chula Vista Star-News – November 11, 1965
How Tootsie Started To Turn White
short while back, Ruth Nuttall wrote, “No naked savage in darkest Africa
with a big bone stuck through his nose has ever had more passing missionaries
concerned with his immortal soul than I have.”
this reminded me of a story about a missionary of sorts. It happened before 1900;
because that is the year I came to Alaska. His name was the Great Sampson, and
his free show was going full blast. I was young then, and had a great deal to
learn and, believe me, still have.
was up above the crowd on a crude stage with strange lamp-like stage lights. He
are the victims of progress. Look what has happened to the stage coach since
railroads came in? Some doctors are shaving off their whiskers and going around
with faces like women.”
went on and on and soon got down to the business of selling.
crowd that had seen a crude free show was made up of mostly Negroes. First
Sampson sold love powder with a full guarantee and more. He told yarns about
what the powder had done for many.
had lucky cards for sale and claimed they were 1,000 times better than
horseshoes. He had a lovely sample rabbit’s foot on display. He did not try to
conjure any of the gathering. But he did have for sale a powder that would
break the spell of any conjurer.
told how to detect ghosts. He explained that one could smell a piece of strong
cheese and said: “You see the cheese, you smell the cheese, but you do not
see the smell do you?” Yet you know it is there. That’s how it is with
last Sampson got around to selling a mixture that was guaranteed to turn any
Negro or other person white.
I stood, young, black and dumb. Questions were asked and arguments started. The
Great Sampson explained that he had taken from the insides of white chickens
and animals such as cows and sheep a little thing that looks like a little
wart. And this was taken from strictly white birds and animals.
explained that he knew the secret of locating the little wart that controlled
the color He had to dry the wart-like material and it was ground into powder.
There were even four-leaf clovers dried and ground into the powder. Even white
maiden’s tears had been mixed in the concoction.
stood close and when the selling started one of Sampson’s group pushed a
package into my hands and said: “Only one package to a customer.” I
had not said a word but he grabbed a coin from my hand and handed me change of
a dime. I tried to explain that he had made a mistake in the change and he said
that I should not take an overdose.
was afraid to take that powder at first and after I landed in Alaska in 1900 I
still had it. Then a few years ago I started taking the powder and I commenced
in time to turn white.
my hair started turning and it is pure white now. I had seen black spots before
my eyes many times during my life and I started seeing white spots. I have been
having white dreams and during my sleep have had whitemares instead of
nightmares. A doctor told me I had too many white corpuscles. Instead of
blackheads I am, at times getting whiteheads.
have found myself telling some white lies. Soon a white Christmas will be here.
I hope that I do not have white flashes. Now, to be on the level, much of this
is true but some is more of those awful white lies.
some places other than the U.S.A. and well before 1900, some of my ancestors may
have had bones in their noses. Possibly in Europe or worse, your ancestors may
have had only a tiger’s skin or the like to cover up.
are not going back to Europe or worse, and I am not going back to Africa, so
let’s all get along here together.
you have made a great many think. Sure you shocked them. However, you also put
over an important message. Keep going, Ruth, and if they kick you out where you
are, come up here and be a sourdough, How ’bout that?
you so much.
MRS. MATTIE CROSBY
(Known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – November 25, 1965
Tootsie’s Thoughts on Thanksgiving
year before Christmas certain folks out where you have written to me about
Avenue in Chula Vista and also a Candy Cane Lane and other things. Soon
Christmas will be here, and at the moment I am trying to think of something to
write about Thanksgiving.
must admit that there may be something to the fact many outfits will not employ
a person over, say, 70 or 75. I am up the trail quite a distance from 80. We
all slip just a little as we get older.
I thought of the Thanksgiving Day that a plane dropped a turkey and more out of
the sky to several of us in Flat, Alaska. What joy that brought us. That is old
I thought of the lights going out recently in your big eastern cities. What if
our Northern Lights went out forever? Also what if our midnight sun failed us
up here? That should never happen because the inventor of such blessings never
makes a mistake.
about just plain dogs? When they are brought up here to Alaska they will lose
their bark and develop a howl just like the malamutes and wolves. They never
again return to their barking. But they keep on wagging their tail the same old
way. How about that? It is all true, but no good for Thanksgiving.
about the light from the sun that contacts the air at terrific speed and
produces a friction that gives us warmth? You have experienced some warm
weather out there and we have experienced some cold weather up here. If the sun
was closer we would all burn up, and if further away we would all freeze. It is
all so perfect. Still we kick about the weather.
this is old news and not for Thanksgiving.
the moon that hangs out like a great lantern in the sky is tilted exactly right
to control the tide and keeps the ocean from going all over the earth. Wonder
if there is gold up there on the moon? If there is, a flock of old sourdoughs
here would make the trip.
also wonder how the rabbits and certain birds turn white in the winter and back
to the color of soil in the summer. Those white birds and rabbits have served
as Thanksgiving dinner for me a great many times. However, that is no
that I can think of, looking deep down in this old soul of mine, is this: My
heart and soul is full of love for you. I want to say – have a nice Thanksgiving
and God Bless You.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – April 10, 1966
TOOTSIE COMMENTS ON BIAS IN CHURCH
have been asked about the segregation of Negros in connection with
do not chose to reply as a Negro especially one not too far from the 90 years
of age, but one who is a friend of dogs and, in fact of all animals, as well as
friend of convicts, people who are failures, of people called ‘fools,” of
those who can neither read nor write, and even of some successful people. I am
a friend of the illiterate and also the college-educated, and even those called
“high and mighty.”
of segregation, all of you belong to my church, which is locked up in my
soul. If I should deny you the right to
belong to the church locked up inside this now old black body of mine, I would
also be closing the door to the church in my very own soul.
spirit of love flows through me and I am, of course, the house (my body) for
that love. There is love in all of
us. I am black and you may be
white. We all arrived from the wisdom of
the same Devine Source – God.
who can neither read nor write and so have no knowledge of the Bible may be
deeply Christian and religious. The religion
in my soul and yours, regardless of outside beliefs, does not threaten another
with pain, penalty and much worse should you choose not to believe what I might
soul religion incurs no obligations of others. It asks none to make promises
and no money is involved, and therefore no money need be counted by those
unable to add.
soul church, like yours, is the creation of God. We shall, while here, pay a
price should we break God’s laws. Right brings good and to do wrong brings
misery. We cannot change those laws with money. We must obey eternal laws.
are all members of our soul church and there is no such thing as segregation in
such churches. Our boys fighting and lonely people have their wonderful soul
churches, as well as those behind prison bars, in speeding cars, in planes high
over the earth loaded with bombs, and even in hovels such as flop houses.
have their own church within their respective souls and segregation does not
matter in the case of one’s very own church of his soul.
you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie
Chula Vista Star-News – July 21, 1966
‘TOOTSIE’ WRITES ON PRAYER ISSUE
those of you who have written to me about prayer in our public schools keep in
mind that our U.S.A. as a nation, naturally had a beginning.
viewing the subject let me keep clear in our thinking that we have no reason to
roam for information into what may be the case in certain countries in Europe.
have our constitution and we started with 13 states. In our constitution were
first laid down a declaration of rights and following the form which the
government should have, and the power it should possess the authority of courts
and of judges, and the manner in which elections should be conducted.
article of this constitution could be altered or infringed at the discretion of
the government that was to ensue. It was to that government a law.
Bible or church law is not our constitution. Our constitution was set up for
all and not a select few. It has, as you know, been amended a number of times.
under the protection of our constitution, are protected and the same applies to
our public schools.
children were taught that the earth was flat, however things have changed.
did the world a great service in his discovery of electricity.
is written: “Had Franklin drawn lightning from the clouds at an earlier
date, it would have been at the hazard of expiring for it in the flames.”
at this late date there are those who would not permit the teaching of
evolution in our public schools.
circumstances that we have now about prayer in our public school should not be
compared with other nations of the world, where compulsive systems of religion
have existed and may still exist.
is the U.S.A. and we have, believe me, proven with our compulsive prayer in
public schools, and systems of religion that we are a great and just nation.
have not, like others, lost sight of humanity and kindness. We have even given
beyond our limits to other nations of the world that may believe and practice
compulsive religion and prayer in their public schools or whatever they have as
places of learning for their children.
one surely will deny or question the supreme wisdom and power of God and to
sincerely believe in the Almighty one need not be compelled to pray in public
schools or even in church.
person shall deny another of his right to worship as he may choose. We all
agree on one God and there surely are no more.
our public schools as they are now or should be, are those who believe in the
Jewish faith and Moses, and others believe in the apostles and saints.
human on earth could make what we see and call: “the creation.” and
to this old sourdough Negro now on my way to 90 years of age I see from my one
eye that is not too good. God’s wisdom here and out in space and I am so proud
to be part of my maker’s plan.
you, thank you so much.
known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – September 29, 1966
Tootsie’s Comments on ‘Black Power’
am a Negro, free, black, and over 4 times 21. Because of the color of my skin I
have frightened Eskimos and Alaska Indians. They had never before seen a Negro.
I went over 10 years in the interior of Alaska without seeing another Negro.
got myself all tangled up in a segregation mess several times.
long ago as 1920, for example, I was headed to my mining claims on Ophir Creek
in the Kuskokwim country. I had employed two good dog mushers and had two sleds
well loaded with grub and mining equipment. In the Kuskokwim I picked up a
young native to act as a guide.
stopped at a roadhouse and it was the only one around for many miles. We were
all welcome except the native. He had to sleep out and cook his own grub. I was
about to mush on. However, the native who, of course, understood how to care
for himself, quickly left and made his own camp.
proprietor of the roadhouse let me know in no uncertain language that I should
understand. I had experienced the same thing before and I understood. There
were some roadhouses that would accept a native. Dogs were welcome and I was
welcome in all roadhouses.
I am hearing about “black power.” Strange marches by Negroes and at
times by a few whites.
have been marching for a very long time, such as to war. Once women could not
vote and, as time moved on, they marched and did other things that were not
always ladylike. Now they can vote.
people, and especially women, marched in protest to the legal sale of liquor.
We got the Volstead law passed in 1919 and ended in 1933.
and segregation seem to be making the news throughout the U.S.A. and even the
world. Personally, I do not go along with certain segregation parades because
they bring about bad results such as killing, murders, burning, looting, and
even the use of crude bombs that will cause death and injury to the innocent.
To me, it just is not good.
have been here in Alaska for over 56 years without a trip outside. However, I
well remember Chicago and other places that had beautiful public parks open to
all. Those parks were, and still are, better than most any private parks. Also
I remember the great public places of learning such as schools and libraries.
What a blessing. Here I am, almost at the end of the trail, and a lovely home
is provided for me and a great many other sourdoughs. I, like so many others,
any kind of power must be regulated. Speaking of “power” what a grand
and glorious brought all the good that I have mentioned, such as this home, the
parks, schools, etc. I can understand that kind of power. I do not even know
what black power is. Do you know?
poverty, slums, riots, and much more. It seems to me that we are put here to do
some kind of work and it may be humble. However, the power that rules the
universe has planned a work schedule for all of us, and if black power and even
green power will get going and work, at least a great deal of trash would be
cleaned up and as humans we might move along and develop ourselves more.
in mind that the power that rules the universe is the real power. And that is
love, supreme wisdom and more, and that power is surely not black or even
white. It is real and good.
you so much.
Mattie T. Crosby
(Better known as Tootsie
Chula Vista Star-News – November 10, 1966
Tootsie Comments on Civil Rights
is about civil rights, a subject that I am not qualified to write about
regardless of the fact I am a Negro, as I am not too far from 90 and blind in
one eye and the other not good and frankly my days (and they are wonderful) are
spent in a wheelchair and I have been up here in Alaska over 66 years without a
since I’m honored with a letter from Chula Vista on this subject, I shall, God
bless to all of you, give you my thinking.
rights of man is a subject that covers volumes. We shall surely all agree that
civil rights does not give any the right to break laws, to destroy, to plunder,
to shoot at people or kill.
rights include the right to self-protection. They do not include the right to
any manner abuse or slander one’s fellow man, to do anything that might be
injurious to others.
sense tells me, a Negro, that it is difficult for any government to overcome by
law, long-standing prejudices. The Negroes are not all saints, not are those of
any color or shade. We will have sinners in this world.
there was one in heaven, “Lucifer,” who had to be good to get into
heaven. And, when given all the rights of that glorious place, he turned out to
be rebellious and bad and got kicked out and may now be possibly found in full
charge of hell.
I am trying to get over is the circumstances that now have taken place in
connection with civil rights parades and demonstrations makes me wonder if
there is not some other way that might be better?
do not mean to condemn those who have taken place in such demonstrations. They
have the same right as I to think as they do. But I think that education and
opportunity is the answer to many of our civil rights problems.
out 49th state and much larger than Texas, holds unlimited opportunity for
young folks regardless of race, color, or religion to homestead, to prospect
and much more.
our young men and women to prospect, mine, and farm, etc., and give them a grub
stake to go out on the creeks and elsewhere and punch holes to bedrock and test
it for gold. We need the gold and we have the young men and women who need an
opportunity to prospect for it.
are taught that “youth is the seed-time of bad habits,” and Alaska is
a most wonderful land for youth to get started and in most cases share in the
natural resources of the land.
rights are those which always appertain to man in right of his existence.”
and therefore, “rights of mind and also those rights of acting as an
individual for his own comfort and happiness, which are not injurious to the
rights of others.
rights are those which appertain to man in right of his being a member of
society. Every civil right has for its foundation some natural right
pre-existing in the individual, but to which his individual power is not, in
all cases, sufficiently competent. Of this kind are all those which relate to
security and protection.”
above few quotes were taken from “Rights of Man,” by Thomas Paine.
you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-Newa- December 25, 1966
Tootsie Gives Yule Thoughts
the deepest part of our nature dwells that mysterious little spark we know as
“love”. I think that love has a great deal to do with the human soul.
see that spark of love in children at Christmas time as little girls love their
new dolls much like a mother with her new baby. We see a boy’s love for his dog
and at Christmas even wars will briefly cease.
every day could be like Christmas, what a glorious world this would be.
Possibly wars would end forever.
guess it’s because I am getting old that I am getting more and more into the
wondering class. Now I am wondering about Christmas. I get to wondering and
worrying about this undeclared war, and about our boys that are involved, and
so many that must give the very life that God has given to them.
am reaching up to 90 and I get to wondering if I shall live long enough to read
that a man has been landed on the moon? I have turned out to be an old, black,
half a million years, we have moved from the spear that one might hurl 20 yards
to a rifle, and to cannons and much more. We shoot weapons 70 miles and more
that can hit a whale. We now even have weapons that may spin hundreds of miles
Lord, how this old black Negro that you gave life to is wondering. And Lord,
please help me to be good for others.
I realize that in the desire for better things we have greatly advanced, and I
have lived to see some of this greatness.
realize that, when I was much younger, dissatisfaction pushed me forward in an
effort to locate gold, to build and operate river boats, to do many things, and
through it all I dearly loved Christmas time most of all.
that I am old, I still love Christmas, and most of all I love all of this great
is so much that I do not understand, especially what is taking place in Asia
now. I do not even understand the force of gravitation, holding us down here on
earth. Now men have solved that and circle the earth for several days at a
time. Christmas time can reach men now in outer space. Lord, how I am
I do understand is the faith little children have in Santa Claus, and the love
that I so plainly see in our children. I understand the kindness that has been
showered upon me, especially right here in Pioneer’s Home.
how surprised that the man who lived half a million years ago would be if he
could come back and see humans living in outer space as they circle the earth?
this old black lady could, after departing this life, come back in half a
million years, the thing I would want to see most would be the people of this,
our earth still celebrating Christmas and wishing each other a Merry Christmas.
now that I am still here in life I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy
and Prosperous New Year.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – May 4, 1967
Dogs Make Nuisance? Tootsie Has Remedy
am not exactly sure why somebody in Chula Vista wrote asking mw we what is done
in Alaska to prevent dogs from committing a nuisance on lawns, flowers, trees,
realize that dogs do some highly obnoxious and annoying acts. I know because many
years ago in Alaska I boarded dogs for an entire summer. Also I have owned sled
dogs, hit the trail many times with them and I even transported dogs on my
river boat, the M.T. Crosby. I love dogs.
many of you have lovely homes and gardens and also many of you own dogs and
love those tail waggers. I understand that certain places even have beauty
parlors for dogs.
here in Alaska I have seen some very strange looking dogs. Dogs from Mexico,
very small and some without any hair and even bald headed (nudists). Even the
malamute at times will sniff those queer dogs and run.
have seen dogs that had their tails cut off. That is cruel. A dog needs his
tail to keep his nose warm when he curls up and sleeps. Also when he wags his
tail and he means it. A dog’s nose must be protected. They depend on their
noses and gift of scent. It is their way of life.
is to follow is shocking. Please do not read on if you become emotionally upset
when you hear of anything that might frighten or upset animals. You might keep
this in mind; when the wolf falls or in some other way breaks his leg and
limps, other wolves will kill him and eat him.
is little the humane society can do about that.
problem of dogs going from post to post, bush to bush, lawn to lawn, and yard
to yard, is very old. And so is this remedy – fixing an electric wire to a post
or what-have-you frequented by a dog or dogs.
amount of current may be very, very light. And when the little dog sniffs,
lifts his hind leg up to second gear and releases his amber-like fluid, the
latter comes in contact with the current, touching off great sparks. The dog
will, believe me, stop in the greatest of haste and he will jump the nearest
dog to him. However, he will never again return.
message soon gets around to other dogs and the nuisance will be discontinued.
Flat, Alaska, such a pole was fixed up close to the rear door of a saloon. Two
men had reason to go out the back door. Why those fools ever decided to use the
big pole is a mystery. However, it was a shocking experience.
was no humane society and the men were given several free shots – shots of
whiskey. They suffered only shock.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – May 28, 1967
Tootsie Recalls ‘Memorial Day – And Northern Lights’
I am thinking of the Memorial Day and
of the Northern Lights. God’s flowers are beautiful as well as his Northern
Lights. These manifestations of rare beauty in the skies of the northland mean
so much to me, as well as to all mankind.
Years ago, not far out on a trail from
Flat, there were several cabins. A sturdy miner who occupied one of them was
often seen on clear cold nights, sitting on a bench just outside his door when
the Northern Lights were visible.
Long into the night the old Sourdough
would sit, gazing at the dancing rhythmic motion of the colorful display as it
folded and unfolded its lovely multicolored streamers through the starlit sky –
ending possibly at the end of heaven and beginning where heaven begins.
Often was there a tear in his eye as
the beautiful colors in the heavens passed by, and when the lights would appear
low on the horizon and the malamutes howled heavenward, he would put his hand
on his ear and listen. For when all was quiet – very quiet – he heard a whisper
– yes, a voice – which he knew.
One night the old timer told the story
to a group down in Flat. He confided that way up there in the skies was the
spirit of his little girl.
“Yes,” said he, “her beautiful little
body is covered with a blanket of Alaska snow, but her soul is up there …
That’s why I gaze, for the Northern Lights are dancing for me.”
He sat there in silence and slowly
continued: “Those lights are lighted by angels. Yes, we call them our dead …
they’re not dead. They live up there, and my child now helps light the way.
Walking outside with the others, he
pointed heaven ward saying: “Can’t you see those colors shooting over the sky,
lighting the trails of heaven to guide me where me where she is? Many a time
have I hit the trail since she left me alone. During a blizzard I have often
lost my way, but my little angel lighted the way for me.”
After a few moments pause, he
continued. “California has sunshine; Florida, climate; the South, colonels,
mammies, and cornbread – yes, every state in the Union has something to bring
happiness. But Alaska has Heaven just over our heads – it reaches right down
and kisses the snow covered land.
The old sourdough who loved his little
girl and the Northern Lights now lies under a blanket of winter snow beside his
little daughter. And who knows but his spirit is trailing the heavens with that
of his beloved little girl … and both may be lighting the way for Sourdoughs they
Thank you so much.
MRS. M. CROSBY
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – August 31, 1967
Tootsie Reminisces On Art, Sourdoughs
Vista and surrounding country must be literally loaded with artists because I
am informed that even a large bank has many locally painted pictures hung on
the walls where those who line up at the several windows to transact their
business may look at the paintings in front of them.
I am informed that at times the stores display paintings done by local artists
in their windows.
can sort of picture artists painting pictures under lovely palm trees as bright
and rippling sunshine thrills them through and through.
others may be painting under orange or lemon trees as they live up the mild
climate and gaze in wonderment at whatever they might be painting.
Vista and others around it must have a great many music loving folks. I am told
that in dental, doctors; and other places music is sort of piped to their
offices and as teeth are repaired, music keeps coming to lull the folks into
whatever music might do when one is having a tooth extracted.
send flocks of grey whales down from Alaskan waters to your San Diego harbor to
entertain you. Wonder if any have painted our whales at play in your bay?
I could paint, I think I would do a picture that would be a little different. I
would paint a Sourdough, his squaw, a fish-wheel, a malamute and a tin can.
the Kuskokwim River a few years ago I met a sourdough, his squaw, a fish wheel,
malamute, and tin can. He had blazed many a trail… sunk many a hole… had
plenty of tough luck and at times plenty of good luck.
I saw him he was broke. His only aid was his ambition to move forward with his
squaw and fish-wheel, a malamute and a tin can.
old-timer’s dream of heaven was a squaw, a fish-wheel, a malamute and a tin
can, with beans aplenty in the cache and a patch of dry timber handy.
had come and gone, yet he had kept moving forward with his squaw and fish
wheel, malamute and tin can… always making new trails, sinking new holes in
which sometimes he got gold. At other times he trapped.
a result of his labors, his gold was made into money… gold money on which
Uncle Sam printed “In God We Trust.” And his furs adorned the bodies
of movie stars, princesses, and beautiful ladies the world over who never even
thought of him, his squaw, malamute, fish-wheel and tin can.
have often thought of him and a great many like him whom I met far in the
interior of Alaska. Some of them have finished out their lives here in this
home where I am now.
have since seen copies of paintings by great artists of generals, beautiful
ladies, queens, kings and other such. But I would, if I had the talent, paint
those that are and were real – such as my old sourdough friend, his squaw, a
fish-wheel, a malamute and tin can.
(Better known as Tootsie
Chula Vista Star-News – September 24, 1967
Tootsie Tells of Fairbanks Flood
want to thank you for printing my yarn: “Tootsie Reminisces on Art,
Sourdough,” in your August 31 issue.
had a very severe sick spell a few months past and was hospitalized for some
time. When I had recovered enough I was sent to Pioneer’s Home, Fairbanks.
I was here during the Fairbanks flood and was taken out and to high ground. You
know all about the awful flood and possibly saw pictures on television and in
the press. I have seen many floods through the great many years that I have
spent here in Alaska. However, the Fairbanks flood was really a dilly.
old blow-torch went running around when it was my time to be evacuated and he
said he was looking for a female moose and a male bear. He had the malamutes,
but needed two good ice-worms and looking at me said:
I gotta get a marrying man and fast. You will do.”
asked him, what in the heck was the matter with him. He replied: “An old
hull will be used for an ark.”
tried to say nice words to him and he kept going about Noah and at last I
mentioned a place where all the flood water would be of great value and I told
the old moose to go there.
are taught that God made the rainbow after the flood that Noah was involved in.
In the case of Fairbanks, we shall see many rainbows again and already it is
shining in the hearts of those here who are building again. And while hope
lasts there is no cause for one to quit.
you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie
Chula Vista Star-News – November 23, 1967
Tootsie Muses of Turkey’s People
turkey is so closely associated with our Thanksgiving Day celebrations that we
have sort of learned to love the now famous bird.
our population explosion, it seems that millions of our population are getting
right down to cold turkey about birth control and are holding down the number
of humans to be born.
entire world seems to be birth control conscious. Also we know that when the turkey market is
flooded around Thanksgiving, in some cases that turkey is very cheap. We could raise enough turkeys at this time in
our USA to feed the world. We should be
thankful for that.
are some cold turkey facts I have dug up:
Mural IV inherited 240 wives when he assumed the throne of Turkey. He decided to dispose with their help by the
simple expedient of putting each wife in a sack and tossing them, one by one,
into the Bosporus.”
did not keep one wife to cook him a turkey dinner. We are hard on turkeys at times and the ruler
of Turkey was tough on wives.
Solomon, a 10th century B.C. king of Israel famous for his wisdom, I think had
around 500 wives and possibly no turkeys.
However he may have had many elephants and camels, etc.
the wise old king have population explosion on his mind? A professor who lectured here in Alaska
seemed to think that King Solomon with all his wives slept possibly by himself
I doubt if King Solomon celebrated any kind of a Thanksgiving. He may not have been too thankful for his
flock of wives and would have enjoyed a flock of turkeys much better.
wife should be enough for most any normal man and especially during these times.
our great population explosion, we are informed that if Adam had counted to a
billion at the rate of 200 to the minute, day and night he would have reached
the number 598,132,800 by September, 1931.
He would have had to keep counting until the year 5753 of our era to
reach one billion.
we hear of billions of dollars and the same goes for contemplated populations
of our earth.
we had a turkey population explosion along with our birth explosion of humans,
would the turkeys take over and possible eat us? Would everything, such as trees etc., be
loaded with turkeys? Would we have so
much to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving Day?
just as the turkey population has been kept under control, there will be a way
found to limit the human population explosion.
But also be thankful that there seems to be plenty of food here in our
blessed USA to go around and much left over to feed the world.
you, thank you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie
Chula Vista Star-News – December 24, 1967
Tootsie Recalls Strange Alaska Yule
EDITORS’ NOTE: Mrs. Mattie Crosby, known as
“Tootsie” to many former Alaskans in the South Bay, is a Chicago born
Negro woman in her 80’s who has spent most of her life in Alaska. She has been
a frequent contributor to The Star-News “Dear Editor” column.
Now a resident of the Pioneer’s Home in
Fairbanks, she wrote the following personal Christmas story especially for The
By Mrs. Mattie Crosby
I shall call her Dolly because that is not her name. She had spent many a
Christmas with me in Flat, Alaska.
had been times before plane travel started that we would only get two mail
deliveries the entire winter season. We had been together when it was 70 below
and even beans were very scarce. No doctors and also often not even a nurse.
would usually be about 18 or 20 people in Flat during the long winter months.
called at my cabin as usual and informed me that Christmas was only a few weeks
away. She acted just a little strange and thought bug juice (fermented
blueberry juice) would make a nice Christmas for some of the men and one or two
women. Wild blueberries are plentiful in Alaska.
informed me that a new man, young and handsome, had arrived in Flat from Ophir.
He had mushed over the trail to Flat. He was a big Skookum young fellow,
However, he did smell of fish oil used on his body to keep the cold out and
prevent freezing. Also it indicated that he was no cheechako (newcomer).
fixed herself up, not only to look human, but to attract the opposite sex. She
wanted to do something for her breath so consumed a quantity of more bug juice.
She got a talking streak.
reminded me that she possibly was the only woman in the world that wore, when
very cold, real mink fur-lined drawers.
needed warmth more in the drawers’ area than over the shoulders where mink is
used to adorn the lovely bodies of ladies throughout the world.
informed me that she was still beautiful. She said that even the few men left
in Flat would tell her with their eyes that she was full of charm.
rambled on that she might even catch a plane and go outside. The plane was a
small suicide model that would lift one from Flat to the coast where one could
take a real plane for the great outside.
was going outside to lure a few innocent men and much more. I caught the going
outside bug from Dolly. I really made up my mind to leave and I had been in
Alaska a great many years.
got some hot water, hot enough to make white skin very wet and extremely red
when it contacts the water and filled a crude tub. Also I filled another tub
with ice cold water.
getting Dolly’s clothes up and fixed I pushed her down in the cold water first,
and, when she cursed plenty, I pushed her down in the hot water. When she
screamed plenty, I let her up and she was sober.
she left I started packing for the trip outside. I was going to have a real
Christmas in Chicago where I had once lived many years ago.
I packed I thought of new-fangled beauty parlors for strange looking dogs
outside. I might even see jeweled dog collars used to adorn degenerate dogs for
removed from the lowly malamute here in Alaska. My thinking rambled on and on
about shows in the big cities, swell hotels, old sourdoughs living outside that
I might visit. I was chuck full of outside fever.
was one of the happiest days of my life when I was packed and ready to go take
the plane to the coast. This now old head of mine could almost see myself
looking in big store windows and going inside and buying nice things. Things
that I had hardly dared dream about.
seemed to be reaching right down and touching me, sitting in my cabin in Flat.
money, nuggets, and much more were in a safe place on my person. Glory, glory,
how blessed I was. All that I had to do was step up and into the plane, and
away through the sky I would go. Headed for my first step to heaven before I
really departed from life here on earth.
of the people, and even many of the malamutes in Flat, like myself, were old.
Just plain old trail-blazers. Most had, much like myself, missed too many boats
in the early days and too many planes later. I loved those folks.
went to my cabin window and while looking out toward Discovery Mountain, I
could see the dark clouds gathering. I sat down to take it easy. I had been
packing the night before and was tired. I had plenty of time before the little
plane would land. I fell asleep.
do not know exactly how long I had been asleep when I heard a “tap,
tap” several times. Thinking it was someone outside, I called out, “Come
in.” No one entered – so I began dozing again.
“tap, tap.” The wind was blowing and making funny sounds, and the
willow trees were bending towards the windows. Small batches of snow, falling
from the tree limbs and striking against the cabin window were making mournful
sounds, like some strange kind and soft voice talking to me. It was much like
some person crying.
what a strange feeling. I swear that
something was happening to me. Could it
by my very soul trying to speak to me?
was silence. All around me was something
strange That cross wind would blow the
tree leaves against the window and all the time it appeared to me like there
was crying, as if the leaves were trying to say something like “Goodbye
Tootsie.” Who ever heard of crying
trees all seemed to be waving great big flakes of snow, as if they were crying
and saying goodbye.
the malamutes and my friends stood close to my cabin, waiting to bid me
goodbye. They had never before looked so
sad and strange. My God, were they
could understand tears filling the eyes of some of my sourdough friends. Do malamutes cry? I think so.
Nice things were said to me. One
old-timer looked at me and said:
“Tootsie, you are crying.”
I replied, “Yes.”
Another asked me, “What is the trouble?” I could not reply.
I went back to my cabin and the plane came in and left without me.
was very happy getting out of my snowshoes and my sourdough clothes that I put
on. I took a look around and it seemed
like I had been away for a long time and had just returned. There were my old stamping grounds. Up Flat Creek were the old tailing piles, the
old worked-out claims. Best of all were
my old sourdough friends that I almost left.
was very happy because I had decided, (or was it decided for me?) to stay where
I belonged in Alaska. Yes, here I am,
still in Alaska, writing to wish you a MERRY CHRISTMAS.
you so much.
Chula Vista Star-News – January 18, 1968
Tootsie Provides Advice on Skunks
have been informed all the way up here in Alaska that Chula Vista has a great
many small, striped bushy-tailed, fur-bearing, weasel-like animals, commonly
called “skunks,” and that eject a fetid fluid when attacked and
possibly just for the fun of it.
heard that a newspaper delivery boy could not get near a home at the end of a
blind street because of early morning skunk gatherings. Also skunks blocked an
automobile on Seavale from entering a driveway.
street called Kimball Terrace also attracts skunks I was informed, and a street
known as Third Avenue Extension runs through an area that furnishes a park-like
place for skunks.
near as I can gather from my informer, skunks are getting very friendly and
they may be trying to take over. Even dogs and cats are wise to the friendly
and beautiful little animals.
in mind, folks, that Alaska is great hunting and especially trapping country.
There are hundreds of trap lines up here. The very finest furs often come out
happen to know that the fur from the animal kind of skunks adorns the lovely
(and other) bodies of ladies out in your area, as well as all over the world.
If skunk lovers would not object, why not turn the trappers in your area loose
and let them trap the skunks?
inform us that our animal characteristics, mental and physical, were picked up
during the millions of years when we lived in various animal forms.
are taught we get the construction of our hand from a five-toed salamander
“that crawled along the fern trees in the Carboniferous era, millions and
millions of years past.
we are taught that we get our skeleton from higher order of the anthropoid
apes, and that our ears are put where gills used to be in the days when we were
we often hear about “bad breath” and body odor that breaks up
romance. What do you use in Chula Vista to get rid of skunk-delivered odor?
Tomato juice is one good remedy.
we are not directly part of the skunk family why do people at times call each
are some who have the pig’s greed for food and other things. There are people
who have a ferocity much like a tiger and others have the loving way of a dog.
Some have the snake’s cruelty. With all that, we call each other at rare times,
Now Chula Vista has nice, gentle skunks. I almost
overlooked the chameleon who changes color, adapting himself to every shade of
opinion. Know anyone like that? There is the fox. You know what I mean.
in the Chula Vista area one may find the opossum and his weapon is to make
believe. Know any person or persons like that?
have people going around looking like peacocks, blissfully happy and wearing
feathers. Know anybody like that? Back briefly to the skunk. A `beautiful
animal and should make a lovely pet.
be careful and I need not tell you why.
you, thank you so much.
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – May 5, 1968
An Alaskan View of ‘Hippie Dogs’
I think in many cases we actually murder animals, both wild and tame. It is
a sin to commit murder. Yet there are those who would shoot a good respectable
moose or other animal just for the fun of it and not even use the hide or eat
have my name for such sport and you may have a better or worse name and again
you may not give a damn.
still play a big part here in Alaska. Personally I have freighted with dogs,
boarded dogs during the summer months, transported them on my river boat, theM.T. Crosby, and have nursed dogs, operated on them, loved them, cursed
them and many times talked to them when they understood me word for word.
have talked back with tail, mouth, and especially their eyes. I know dogs and
have been in the doghouse many times, slept in the doghouse and they do have
intelligence and they do think, scheme, invent, and reason.
enjoy certain music. Some dogs can sing and dogs dance and in a few cases have
been on the stage.
am wondering about who to really blame now that we have hippie dogs out where
you folks are. In a very few cases, we also have them up here. They were seen
think the hippie dog originated in Europe. I mean those dogs that have in some
cases been to dog and cat beauty parlors. Some are called strange names that
must have originated in Paris.
may identify hippie dogs by their tail job done by an expert on clippings and
such things as big flowers fashioned on the tip of their hippie dog’s tail.
have huge globs of hair on their heads; they may be tinted slightly pink or
even unmentionable colors, such as ice-worm blue, etc. Their nails are done,
they are perfumed, have jeweled collars hippie style and even ribbons. Some
even win ribbons.
have papers that prove their respective parents were properly introduced.
I think that dogs have more respect for their kind than to stoop to what humans
who call dogs dumb animals have forced them to endure. Surely the humane
society out where you are can help those dogs.
I have tried to prove here that is if the dogs in the hippie class could choose
for themselves, none would be hippie. Personally, I cannot say as much for us
(Better known as Tootsie throughout Alaska)
Chula Vista Star-News – December 22, 1968
Tootsie’s Yule Gift – Her Sight
Christmas will be exceptionally happy and merry for me because for years I have
had only one eye. I lost the other because of freezing and several months ago
lost the sight of my good eye and was in almost total darkness for months.
of God’s blessing and answer to my prayers and exceptionally good surgery, my
sight in what was my good eye has been restored to me.
thing I most desired was sight and to see light. I have been here in Alaska
many years. In fact, I arrived here during the horse and buggy days and the
electric automobiles. That was over 60 years ago and I have not been what we
still call “outside” during that time. I love Alaska.
have seen the earth here opened up by prospectors and I have been a colored
prospector. Indians and Eskimos have looked at me in amazement because they had
never before seen a Negro.
in mind that, as a result of the prospector who was game to take a chance,
millions in gold was and still is recovered from mother earth.
Now I can see again and can read and even could
prospect except I am confined to a wheelchair. I may even beat the old chair.
Miracles do happen.
your letters Star-News readers have told me that you can see the lights of San
Diego and even Mexico from your area. I can understand how beautiful it all
are not too far from the North Pole here where I am and, of course, Santa has
his oy workshops there, as well as his reindeers and his helpers. I just wonder
if Santa turns on the Northern Lights that I can now see again?
many of you have seen the rare beauty in the skies of the Northern Lights?
These manifestations of rare beauty seen on clear cold nights, dancing in
rhythmic like motion, showing the colorful display as the lights fold and
unfold in lovely multi-colored streamers as they glide through the starlit sky
– ending possibly at the end of heaven and beginning where heaven begins.
Lord, what a beautiful sight. And now I can again see it all.
these lights be turned on by the angels while Santa is busy delivering toys and
other gifts? Surely such a lovely display is just for us. Lord, what rare
has so much such as sunshine, flowers, and wonderful climate. Every state in
the union has something to bring happiness. Here in Alaska we have Santa Claus
close by and the Northern Lights right over our heads.
times, those lights have been known to reach down and kiss the snow-covered
land, and now I again can see the midnight sun.
is so much to see here in Alaska. Even to see the ice come and go thrills one
through and through.
you folks gaze at the beautiful Christmas trees and Candy Cane Lane and so much
more, such as the street decorations, the store windows loaded with toys and
other gifts, give thanks to our God that you have been blessed with sight to
see our beautiful world.