[Hieronymus]

My admitted shortcoming in post 37 are certainly no fault of your Father’s. While I can say that I wish that he had attempted to expose me to Service, I both have my doubts about how much affect it would have had, and would not have wanted to compromise the composition section of his teaching at all.

I did not know that there was a Canadian aspect to your family’s experiences. My contact with the Canadian west, alas, is very limited.

[gundog]

We drove up the Al-Can Highway when it was gravel, end to end. Destination, Fairbanks, to visit an uncle in the Air Force. In hindsight, the VW van might have been relatively luxurious. Four kids stuck in the camper on an old Dodge pickup, our only concession to modernity, an intercom with which to pester the parents, About half-way, some local grease-monkey jacked the rear end of the truck too high while changing a flat. That broke the seal around the bottom of the camper, and we started eating dust when we traveled. Probably the earliest recollection of how great it was to be an American was when we hit the Alaska border and we’re greeted with a nice smooth blacktop highway.

If memory serves, mom was more influential in introducing us to RS.She read it aloud so that my younger siblings could get some appreciation of it.

[gundog]

I did not know that Service had misspelled Lake Laberge.