Pioneer Potluck: About landing at our final destination: Kenai, Alaska

July 10, 1967:
David’s eighth birthday



Anxiety played a big part of my growing up. My mom had “what-if” and “what would the other people think” anxieties and she instilled that in me and probably my sisters and brothers. It forced her to not go places or meet other people because she would fret over the unknown, what she (or we) would wear and what she (or we) would look like. She talked herself and everyone else out of going anywhere. It was actually a sign of her times, as I can remember my Grandma Cogswell fretting over such things as what to wear to church and going “to town” about 14 miles to Fort Collins.

I sometimes was invited to go with them, in their old black car that Grandpa drove like he would a team of horses. He would push in the clutch — roar the engine into gear — push on the steering wheel, let out the clutch and we would lurch forward, with Grandpa hunched over the steering wheel as if he was pushing the car. He called it “fore-eerdge gear” and if he had to back up in reverse he called it “return gear” letting the clutch out with a lurch and chug “back-eerdge.” He drove white knuckled all the way to Fort Collins chugging along about 10 and sometimes 15 miles an hour.

But before I ever got in the car, Grandma would say to me “Edith Ann do you have clean underwear on? If we have an accident I do not want the doctor to see your dirty underwear!” Mom had scrubbed and polished me, curled my hair and ever piece of my clothing was clean and ironed. I was shiny clean! Grandma always asked me the same thing every time I was asked to go with them. If we had an accident — humm guess what — I probably would have had dirty underwear!

These lessons in anxiety I learned from my Mom and Grandma made me stop in my tracks one day when I realized I was doing the “anxiety thing” to my kids. I forced myself to start thinking positive and focus on the present and the future, not what “might happen” and “what other people may think.” I started being more positive and not so afraid of the unknown — and that is how I ended up flying to Alaska!

When we arrived in Anchorage, my old anxieties kicked in and almost overwhelmed me. The flight to Kenai set off the panic button. Our first airplane ride and being responsible for three kids, not much money in my pocket, an old noisy airplane with oil dripping off its wings, not knowing a soul and no one to meet us ... was my dad right?

The big old “Connie” circled slowly, came down even slower and finally landed on a dirt runway — with dirt and volcanic dust growing into big clouds and with the oil still dripping off the wings of the airplane — we landed at our destination, Kenai Airport. I cannot tell you how relived I was to get off that airplane.*

As we walked into the “terminal” and the dust hovering over the whole complex, it was surprisingly very warm. I had no idea what time it was! Mom bought David his wool clothes and Gail and Susan in their warm dresses, because we were going to “the land of icebergs, Eskimos and igloos.” It was way too warm for what we thought was Alaska! There was no snow, no icebergs, and igloos, and we did not see any Eskimos! As we entered the Army barracks terminal (old Army barracks were used for many things in Alaska), the baggage handlers were working in T-shirt or no shirts, complaining about how hot it was and wouldn’t it be nice to have some ice cream. Summing up the situation, David looked all around, looked up at me and said in a big voice “Mamma, weeze in the WRONG PLACE!”

Well, I thought – maybe we are!

I had to be calm and appear to be in control. I herded my three children, the three suitcases over to someone who looked like the worked at the airport, and I said in a very confident voice, “I need a taxi and hotel for the night.”

With a stunned look on his face he said, “AHHUUU Oh — uhhh, well, uhh, I will have to find someone to take you to the Harbor View Annex, that would be the best place to go.”

He walked off and came back with a gentleman who simply said “follow me.” He opened the door to an old dust covered, rusty, bent up car. We got in, he got in never saying a word and took us to the Harbor View Annex (which still exists next to the Seaman building). I fished in my purse to pay him and he just waved at me and said “That’s OK m’am, anything else I can do?”

No ... I guess not, I said and he drove off.

I paid $12 for motel room No. 2. We opened the door into a clean, pine finished, two bedroom, (one bedroom in the loft) with a bathroom and a small kitchen. I heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the clock on the wall — it was 2 o’clock in the morning. It was still light out and the birds were chirping in the land of the never setting sun, in the middle of July, in the middle of Kenai, Alaska. We had arrived safe and sound!


Next week loud pounding and screaming on the motel door next to us, the “po-lice” and the dad catching up with us.

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* — I flew on that “Connie” many, many times after that, until it was retired. I grew to love it and trust it just like the rest of the passengers.


We call it “Upside-down apple pie.”

Fun to make – pretty and tasty

1/3 cup sugar-I use brown sugar

1 tablespoon butter

1 cup flour

1/4 cup quick cooking rolled oats

1 tablespoon sugar

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/3 teaspoons salt

3 tablespoons butter

1/4 cup apple cider or apple juice

1/4 cup dried cranberries-optional

6 medium Golden Delicious or Granny Smith apples peeled, cored and sliced

Cook the 1/3 cup sugar and 1 tablespoon of butter in a small skillet about 4 min. until the sugar turns a golden brown. Watch carefully it will burn. Remove from heat and pour quickly and evenly into a 9 inch round buttered pan.

For the pastry, stir together flour, oats, 1 tablespoon sugar, baking powder and salt. Cut in 3 tablespoons butter until mixture is crumbly. Add apple cider or apple juice and stir till all flour is moistened and forms a ball. Cover and set aside.

Sprinkle cranberries over caramel sugar in pan. Place the sliced apples evenly in the pan.

Roll pastry out on lightly floured surface in 11 inch circle. Trim to even the edges. Place pastry over apples and over side of the pan. Tuck the pastry between the apples and inside of the pan. Cut slits for steam to escape. Bake at 350° for 35 min. until apples are tender and pastry is golden. Cool in pan on wire rack for 15 min., invert into a serving platter and serve warm. This is very good serve with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream or our favorite, 1 cup sour cream mixed with 1 tablespoon brown sugar. Makes eight servings. You can use pears or peaches also.



A good, not so sweet, apple treat

For the bread machine (or your favorite Focaccia recipe)

1/4 cup warm water

3 1/2 cups white flour

1/3 teaspoons salt

1/4 cup olive oil

3 tablespoons sugar

1 1/4 teaspoons rapid rise yeast

Place ingredients in machine and while machine is processing on dough cycle, thinly slice

1 1/2 cups green unpeeled apples

1 1/2 cups red unpeeled apples

1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon

3 tablespoons sugar

After dough rises in bread machine, roll to into 10 x 16” rectangle. Place on an olive oiled baking sheet and dimple with your fingers. After it rises for 45 min., re-dimple, place apples one layer in circle design on dough, drizzle with 3 tablespoons olive oil, the sugar and cinnamon. Bake about 25 to 30 min. Cool and drizzle with powdered sugar frosting and cut into squares.


Simple, very good, makes a nice lunch.

3 cups cooked chicken diced, mostly white meat

1 small jar marinated artichoke hearts-do not drain

1 small onion-diced

1/2 cup lemon juice

1/2 cup parsley-fresh if possible-(1/4 cup dried parsley)

1/2 teaspoon garlic salt

1/4 teaspoon black pepper

1/4 cup celery sliced thin

1/4 cup green or red pepper

1/2 cup pineapple chunks-slice the chunks in two.

Toss all ingredients, cover and chill at least two hours. Make the day before for a better flavor. Serve on lettuce, sprinkle with toasted sesame seeds. Garnish with chilled green grapes.



My brother, John’s wife sure is a good cooke. They live in Somers, Montana.

This is very simple and very tasty.

Brown 1 pound of good round steak, cut into thin strips. (Freeze half an hour –it is easier to slice)

Add one large bottle of your favorite salsa

1 can stewed diced tomatoes

1 pkg. taco seasoning

1-4 ounce can green chilies

( I add 1 cup sliced in strips, green and red peppers)

Simmer 30 min. serve with warm tortillas. Makes four servings

Pass the sour cream and guacamole.

This is good with thinly sliced chicken breast also – about 2 cups.


1 1/4 pounds round lean beef

2 packages Ramen noodles-Oriental flavor

2 cups of your favorite frozen vegetable mixture

1/4 teaspoon ground ginger or 1/4 teaspoon fresh grated ginger

3 tablespoons thinly sliced green onions

1/2 cup sliced fresh mushrooms

Heat skillet and brown until beef is no longer pink, breakup pieces with a wooden spoon or a large meat fork. Remove from skillet and drain well in colander. Seasoned beef with the one of the packets from the noodles and set aside.

In same skillet combine 2 cups of water, vegetables and noodles that you have broken up, the ginger and the other packets of seasoning from noodles. Bring to boil and reduce heat covering and simmer 3 min. until noodles are tender, stir gently. Return beef to skillet stir in green onions. Serve in the bowls. Makes four servings. PS We do not use the little packages of flavoring in the Ramen noodles, we used teriyaki or soy sauce to taste.