Here are a couple of pictures from Heceda Head Lighthouse from our visit there at the end of March.
My cousin, Deanne Driscoll, shared this article with me about my Great Uncle and Aunt Otto and Elizabeth Andra.
Adventuring in Alaska – for less than $120 a person
By Phyllis J Park Tribune correspondent
A three-and-a-half week tour through the rugged Canadian country … spotting moose, lynx, mountain goats, there are and caribou along the highway … Fishing, swimming and leisurely sightseeing their way to Alaska for less than $120 per person, proved to two Utah couples that vacation time can be “Adventure Time.”
Mr. and Mrs. Otto Andra, 4406 S. 3200 West street Granger, and Mr. and Mrs. Dan D. Lehman, 4425 Albright Dr., Holladay, were a bit apprehensive about tackling the Alaskan route and had been warned to be prepared for any emergency but, at the conclusion of their 7000 mile round trip with no flat tires, no car trouble, and good driving conditions, “We’re ready to go again next year, it was great!” they commented.
With a suitcase each, a grub-box with a small supply of food including dehydrated goods, a five gallon can a fresh water, and one spare tire, they started out.
They made camp by the roadside each night or at handy camp-grounds in the Yukon Territory, replenishing their food supply along the way and getting fresh water from nearby waterfalls and streams. Meals were cooked over two one-burner gas stoves and they took the collapsible table and chairs for added comfort.
The Lehmans slept in sleeping bags on air-mattresses in a tent while the Andras “bedded down” in the back of their 1954 station wagon.
They took ten days to travel from Salt Lake City, to Alaska, going via Glacier National Park in Montana.
There were a few rough spots along the famed 1527 my all Alaska highway, built in 1942, connecting Dawson Creek, B.C. With Fairbanks, but they found road repair crews constantly on the job and their only trouble came from dust and flying rocks from passing cars.
“Cautious driving was our secret to no car trouble!” Mr. Andra stated “and we took our time, never going over 50 miles an hour, with frequent stops and lay-overs to enjoy the sights.” At a service station half-way up to Alaska we heard a fellow in an expensive make car, bemoaning the fact he had already experienced 14 blowouts and when he “dug” away from us leaving a shower of gravel, we thought we knew the reason why.
“The milepost were what we liked,” they said. It’s a simple yet thorough method of guiding travelers along the way by means of numbered milepost and a mileposts guide-book, describing conditions, accommodations, and services at each post. There are also handy telephone boxes on poles along the roadside for emergency calls.
Six fun-packed days were spent in various cities in Alaska where they visit the huge gold dredges that strained out thousands of dollars worth of gold each day, splurged $25.00 for a fling at boating and fishing in the Valdez Harbor with the net result of 64 various, tasty fish, and they watched it become dark at 12:45 a.m. and begin to lighten up an hour later.
And what did the women wear on the trip? “We packed lightly with pedal-pushers and blouses as the main items in our wardrobe,” said Mrs. Andra. “We didn’t need our coats, it was hot in the daytime and sweaters were enough that night. We found we needed our two pairs of flat-heeled shoes and advise others to take plastic or rubber overshoes to use in the wet, muddy spots they may encounter.”
They said at the border it was necessary to show identification such as driver’s license or birth certificate and since Mr. Andra was born in Germany he had to show a passport. And they had to assure customs officers that they have sufficient funds with them to cover their trip and possible emergencies. Checking with your car insurance company concerning foreign coverage was suggested by these travelers, too.
The Salt Lake Tribune HOME Magazine, September 15, 1957, p 30.
Otto Carl Andra was born 15 May 1902 in Meissen, Germany.
Otto married 25 November 1925 in the Salt Lake Temple to Rebecca Amelia Christensen born 6 March 1904 in Mink Creek, Franklin, Idaho. She died 16 December 1931 in Salt Lake City.
Otto and Rebecca had two children, Rebecca Ila Andra (1926-2006) and Otto Carl Andra (1929-1929).
Otto remarried 17 February 1932 in the Salt Lake Temple to Elizabeth Mauermann born 27 October 1911 in Salt Lake City.
Otto and Elizabeth had six children, Elizabeth, Iona, Carl Otto, Albert (1938-2009), Carol, and Virginia.
Otto died 20 June 1982 in West Valley City, Utah.
Elizabeth died 14 June 1998 in Salt Lake City.
Otto and both wives were buried in Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park, Salt Lake City.
Last weekend, I went fishing with my in-laws to Flaming Gorge. I thought I had a couple of fish photos that I might share.
I believe this is one of the first pictures I have of me fishing.
Here is another of a series, but this is the most modest.
That is my foot, not some other anatomical body part!
Here is one where I actually caught something.
That does not necessarily mean I am a fisherman. I will be the first to admit that I know nothing about fishing. But I still enjoy it. I will have to post some of the pictures from our fishing trip last week as soon as I get the pictures. Obviously I did not take pictures of myself fishing. But here are some pictures I took on the trip.
After filleting a fish, Derek Hemsley, my brother-in-law posed for this gruesome picture. This was in the home we were staying in Manila, Daggett, Utah.
Here is a picture I took along the side of the River Green below the Flaming Gorge Dam.
It was cold, but hauntingly beautiful. It was not cold enough for ice, but we did not wade into that water for terribly long periods of time. Looking forward to next year!
Here we are on Mother’s Day 2015. Interestingly enough, I really don’t have many pictures of me and my mother. But there are a few.
But the above photo you cannot see Mom’s face.
Don’t we look like a happy little family? Kinda wish I had a shirt like the one Dad has on…
I haven’t seen my Mother in 17 years due to misunderstandings. But nonetheless, thanks Mom. I love you.
I do not overlook the contributions by my Grandmothers.
Life moves on and I have a new Mother in my life. She is everything my Mother was and more. I am very lucky to have her as my wife and the mother to my children (and me). Thank you dear, I love you.
Amanda and I are struggling to keep up with visiting the new Utah Temples. In 2006 we had a goal to visit all then eleven Utah Temples. We ended up hitting Bountiful, Jordan River, Logan, Manti, Monticello, Mt. Timpanogos, Ogden (before rebuilt), Provo, St George, Salt Lake, and Vernal.
In the intervening years and miles for us, Brigham City, Draper, Oquirrh, and Ogden have been dedicated (or rededicated).
Since we arrived back in the Intermountain West, we have struggled to get to these new temples. Now with a family and two work schedules, taking the time to hit the new Utah Temples has taken a little more time and effort. Here is a picture of our visit to the Draper Temple in 2013.
We had better hurry to catch up some because Cedar City, Payson, and Provo City are all in the works.
I wanted to share this picture because it is very captivating to me. This is a view from the Astoria Column parking lot, we did not have time to climb the Column.
Astoria, Clatsop, Oregon is a place one needs to visit. We did not do it justice with our short drive through and little stop in the morning. Some day hopefully we can return.
As if the name is not enough in and of itself! She is my Great Great Great Grandmother and since we stopped at her grave in Portland, Multnomah, Oregon this past week, I thought it fitting to write about her.
Constance was born 23 April 1857 in Drammen, Buskerud, Norway to Olaves Jorgensen and Hanna Mathea Christensen. According to the 1875 Norwegian Census, her name was Konstanse Elise Olavesen, but when she immigrated to the United States she was given her father’s last name, Jorgensen. Actually according to the 1875 Norwegian Census, however correct it is, the last name is Jørgensen, but Americans don’t use that extra letter in our alphabet, so it dropped to the regular ‘o’. I don’t know where she picked up the Josephine, if she ever really did.
She married Ole Christiansen about 1874, I have yet to find that date and location. The two of them immigrated in 1889 through New York, New York, New York. However, they both took the long way to America. Walborg and Martha, their daughters, were born in Fredrikstad, Ostfold, Norway in 1875 and 1879 respectively. Martha is my Great Great Grandmother. Eivelda and Constance was born in 1881 and 1883 in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. Then Henry was born back in Fredrikstad in 1887! Then, the remaining six children were all born in Cache County, Utah starting in 1890.
Her parents later emigrated and lived nearby in Richmond, Cache, Utah. Two of her sisters, Matilda and Amanda, also emigrated and lived in Cache Valley.
Her husband Ole passed away 27 February 1900 in Richmond, Cache, Utah and is buried there. She passed away 10 December 1932 in Portland while staying with her daughter Jennie. She had stayed for some time with Jennie as she was listed as living with her on the 1930 census. I don’t even know what she died of for certain. I was told at one point she stepped off a trolley in Portland, slipped and hit her head, and she later died from those injuries, but I cannot confirm that lore.
I knew she is buried was Multnomah Park Cemetery in Portland and while driving through made it a point to stop and visit her grave this past Wednesday. I knew she had passed away and was buried there, I am not aware of another single relative in the entire cemetery. Not that the cemetery is that large. But I knew she was there, that she has an empty grave in Richmond so the circumstances were such that her body was not brought home for burial beside her husband.
It struck me how solitary her grave is. She does have two daughters buried or interred in Portland, but neither of them are in this cemetery.
It even took me a while just to find it, it is near one of the roadways in the cemetery.
I cannot help but think of how far away she is from her parents and husband, even though she does have two daughters at least in Portland. But for some reason her location disturbs me. I don’t know why, I obviously had nothing to do with the decision 80+ years ago to bury her in Oregon. Any person who might have known is long gone. A death certificate might tell me more about her death, but not the reasons for her burial in Multnomah Park. Some things we will likely never know in this life.