At this time in 1965, right after Christmas, we had had weeks of no warmer than 40 below zero - mostly 50 below.
The base coal supply for the steam heat was getting critically low, and they actually were planning to evacuate all the dependents to Seattle and group the men in as few barracks as they could to conserve what was on hand.
Can you imagine how heartbroken we were when the temperatures broke and 'soared'??
We were dying to go to the Lower 48 and a degree of 'normalcy!'
One 'must' to get in the Lower 48 was fresh milk. What we had in stores was milk from which the water had been extracted - shipped - and Alaska water added to it. Never tasted 'right.'
That fall, too, we had a three-month period when not one fresh vegetable of any kind was in the commissary - - depressingly barren section.
I also hungered for current news of any kind. Our tv programs were tapes 3 weeks after they played in the lower 48 - sent to Juneau - then Anchorage - and then Fairbanks.
Never got news analysis programs, nor did the Fairbanks paper report any world/Lower 48 news - just local issues like the Police Report - "Mrs. Jackson on 9th Avenue had a moose loose in her yard yesterday." Important stuff..:)))
Heard lots of stories about the frigid conditions up there by the crews.
Also had another co-worker who worked a season in Antartica. Now there was some chilling tales he told.
Sounds hellish.. but somehow I bet that you made the best of things
and had fun despite all the privations.. and unimaginable cold..
(Hey, I'm in Houston, snow is something made up by greeting card companies.)