TIME PASSAGES

“Sadly, for so many of us seniors, that’s no longer possible.”

Manassas National Battlefield Park

Quite often on Facebook, someone will post a photo of a place taken years ago, with a revisit to this exact location in a side-by-side comparison pic. Some of these “then-and-now” photographs can be funny or sad, others are touching, yet occasionally, a graphic one comes along.

The funny shots usually involve a group of guys or gals with old and new pictures. They try to replicate their exact look in the vintage photo, and in some cases, successfully pull it off except for being a bit more weathered in the face, arms, and legs.

An old black & white photo showed a family gathered around the Christmas tree with unopened presents. The children were small, with dad and mom in their late 20s or early 30s.

Four decades later they tried to duplicate things, but unfortunately, the artificial tree, professionally wrapped presents, and physical appearance of each individual didn’t cooperate. Even so, it was still a cute and touching comparison.

Another photo group I came across has a young couple standing in front of their recently purchased 1956 Chevrolet. In 2014, they still owned the vehicle, and some 60 years later, they reenacted the same pose with big smiles.

One of the most popular Facebook shots involves Main Street in Oatman, Arizona. I’ve encountered several 1920s scenes with Ford Model T and Model A vehicles coming and going, and recent ones having rows of shiny Harley Davidson motorcycles parked in front of stores. The unchanging Black Mountains are prominently in the background of each shot.

Al Stewart wrote a classic song in 1978 titled, “Time Passages.” It’s a tune about thinking back to the past while wanting to return home and hopefully relive things as they were. I have to assume he looked at a photograph album while writing this.

In his song, Al longs for Christmases of long ago and the associated memories. Sadly, for so many of us seniors, that’s no longer possible. A good number of those family and friends in our vintage pictures are no longer with us.

We can still return to the past though, because in so many photographs of the places we visited, things haven’t changed at all. A good example of this would be posing in front of the Grand Canyon 40 years ago for a photograph, and standing there now. Replicating such makes for a great comparison.

Ten years ago, I hiked up a hill near Sara Park In Lake Havasu City, with my wife in tow. The reason for this short expedition was to have Joleen snap a photo of me, with a picturesque background that could be used for writing projects. I especially needed an outdoor shot to go with my short writer’s biography. Now a decade later, I wanted to replicate that same photograph.

I still owned the original North Face backpack, the same hat, sunglasses, shirt, and Ocotillo walking stick used in the 2014 picture. The toughest part was for me to line up in the same position, with a specific mountain on each side of my head.

With the glaring sun above us, it was tough for Joleen to align things perfectly on our digital camera, but she pulled it off as best she could. What we couldn’t change no matter how many times we hiked up there was the lighting. It was always different.

Thankfully, nothing had changed geographically in the two images, yet my face is another story. As to be expected for someone who doesn’t use Oil of Olay for beautification purposes, there are more lines and wrinkles than 10 years ago.

Our goal is to hike back up there in 2034 and do it again. I recently placed my somewhat faded clothing and other items in a safe place just for that occasion. There’s nothing wrong with long-range goals, with this one perhaps keeping us above ground.

The one thing that I have no control over, is by that time, will city planning and zoning have allowed storage units and condos up there? If so, it won’t be quite the same posing in front of either!

BLAZO

“Toss a can of Blazo on a fire and you have an instant inferno.”

Over the past 40 years, I’ve written many “letters to the editor” for various newspapers. It wasn’t worth my time to sit down and write one unless it was somewhat controversial and would elicit a response.

I learned a lot about how to write newspaper letters by emulating a fellow named, Edward Boyd. The late Ed Boyd was a successful Anchorage businessman and a prolific writer. I decided to take the time and copy a few of my favorites just for grins.

Looking them over, after all these years, I still think pretty much the same as I did back then. I named this blog “Blazo” for a specific reason. Toss a can of Blazo on a fire and you have an instant inferno. I’ve learned that words can do the same where emotions are concerned.

I added a few rebuttals to make things interesting. The last letter of mine concerns welfare. Two people reading it in Homer and Talkeetna, quickly responded back, with them seemingly lacking reading comprehension skills.

I’ll be adding more to this fun project as time permits.

“Anchorage Daily News” – Thursday – June 28, 2001
“Anchorage Daily News” – Tuesday – February 26, 1985
“Anchorage Times” – Sunday – December 15, 1991
“Anchorage Daily News” – Tuesday – May 27, 1997
“Anchorage Times” – Tuesday – December 29, 1998
“Anchorage Daily News” – Wednesday – May 26, 1999
“Anchorage Daily News” – Friday – August 18, 2000
“Anchorage Daily News” – Friday – September 29, 2000
“Anchorage Daily News” – Tuesday – November 13, 2001
“Anchorage Daily News” – Sunday – July 7, 2002
“Anchorage Daily News” – Wednesday – July 10, 2002
“Anchorage Daily News” – Monday – January 28, 2002
“Anchorage Daily News” – Friday – November 27, 1998 –
“Anchorage Daily News” – Saturday – February 1, 2003
“Anchorage Daily News” – Monday – May 10, 2004
“Anchorage Daily News” – Wednesday – March 7, 2001
“Anchorage Daily News” – Saturday – August 14, 2004
“Anchorage Daily News” – Wednesday – August 25, 2004
“Anchorage Daily News” – Monday – August 18, 2008
“Anchorage Daily News” – Saturday – January 15, 2005
“Anchorage Daily News” – Tuesday – November 13, 2007
“Anchorage Daily News” – Wednesday – July 26, 2006
“Anchorage Daily News” – Thursday – March 20, 2003
“Anchorage Daily News” – Tuesday – November 25, 1997
“Anchorage Daily News” – Monday – December 17, 2001
“Anchorage Daily News” – Friday – December 21, 2001
“Anchorage Daily News” – Sunday – November 12, 2000
“Anchorage Daily News” – Saturday – April 15, 2006
“Anchorage Daily News” – January 2, 2001
“Anchorage Daily News” – Saturday – January 06, 2001
“Anchorage Daily News” – Monday – January 8, 2001
“Anchorage Daily News” – Sunday – January 7, 2001

BEYOND HOPE

“We’ve been searching for a place in Arizona that’s similar to Hope, Alaska.”

Hope, Alaska

While living full-time in Alaska, I spent a fair amount of time fishing, panning for gold, and hiking in the old mining town of Hope. My brother and I, along with friends, camped there for weeks on end. Having so much fun—we’d never want to return home to Anchorage.

Hope had a special appeal to me and still does. My wife and I contemplated retiring in the small community, but could never secure property on a bluff overlooking Cook Inlet. That was the only location I would’ve been satisfied with. Instead, Joleen and I chose Lake Havasu City, building our house with BLM land and Lake Havasu at the backside.

Regency Drive is the only area I would’ve been happy with here, and we were able to pull it off thanks to local realtor and former Alaskan, Richard Pagliero. With no property listed for sale on this street, Richard yanked some strings to make things happen. Having faith that he’d come through, our prayers were answered. A unique story in itself, I’ll save that tale for another day.

Hope, Alaska, is supposedly named after 17-year-old miner Percy Hope, although some historians question this. Percy Hope came to the area in 1895 as part of a contingent of gold seekers. With gold being discovered in Six Mile Creek, prospectors by the thousands flocked to the vicinity. Before long, saloons sprang up, with stores soon to follow.

Come 1898, when gold was discovered in the Yukon Territory, Canada, many miners left Hope to seek their fortunes in Dawson. Some of them remained, keeping the struggling locale from becoming a ghost town like Sunrise, located just a few miles away.

We were able to visit some of the old mining camps, with rusty relics still lying amongst the trees and brush. Large pipes that brought water for sluicing can still be seen in the old Palmer Creek mining camp. There is plenty of wildlife in this valley, with black and grizzly bears often spotted.

We’ve been searching for a place in Arizona that’s similar to Hope, Alaska. I wanted a spot to go for short stints and relax, with less noise than Havasu, although the sound of Harleys and Hotrods is music to my ears. It is a bit hard to concentrate at times while writing, with constant roaring in the background.

Listening to a friend one day talk about a small town where he loves to park his RV, I was more than shocked to hear the name, Hope. Joleen and I didn’t know it existed. Jim Brownfield and his wife have been going there for several years to unwind. They find it more peaceful and scenic than Bouse or Quartzite.

Hope, Arizona, is 89 miles south of Lake Havasu City via AZ-95 S and AZ-72 E. Ironically, the distance from Anchorage to Hope, Alaska, is 88 miles. Wanting to visit the town that Jim Brownfield refers to as a desert paradise, last month we traveled through there on the way to Prescott. I instantly fell in love with it, seeing the potential for great adventure.

Maps show the surrounding mountains chocked full of old gold mines to explore, while there’s a grocery store in town, along with a church, gas station, and antique store. Boondocking is in our immediate plans, meaning we’ll carry in our water, power, and septic system while carrying out all trash.

On the way out of this tiny town, my wife spotted a large billboard. Joleen read aloud, “You’re Now Beyond Hope.” Before I had time to chuckle she quickly became a poet, good-naturedly roasting me, “They made that sign with you in mind!”

Geographically speaking – she was correct!

Hope, Arizona