Having lived in Curry, I don't find the existing pictures of Curry as being quite adequate to portray the visual aspect of the town. The variety of available photos serve better to photographically chronicle Curry; they don't always enable the desired intensity of visual impact. For example, in the best available photos, the old dormitory building is shown in a small perspective, defying being blown up, to reveal the desired detail of what became the school house. Thus, I elected to do a set of sketches, to visually punctuate my descriptions. The sketches served to both illustrate Curry, and also to jog my own memory. A huge volume of memories came back in the process of creating the sketches, as well as identifying some 'memory blanks.'

Special thanks are due to Ken Marsh, author of "Lavish Memories." He did a remarkable job of capturing the history and images of a very interesting place – now lost to time and the forces of nature. Ken went out of his way to inspire this effort; generously furnishing me with a copy of his book. The book went a long way in restoring and enhancing many memories. Amazingly, when I opened the book, the first page which appeared displayed a picture of myself, in the Curry school house. Directly behind me, was my older sister, Karen. Another picture of the train platform captured myself and my younger sister, Julie, with our backs to the camera. In the background stood Dad, talking to the railroad Conductor, Jerry Allen.

Curry Students
Ralph Omholt, Karen Omholt and Nina Wolford


Railroad platform
" Arnie" Omholt talking to Jerry Allen


One can only speculate what Ken's book would have been, if he'd encountered me, years ago. At the time of this writing, my two sisters have been put on notice that their memories are also welcome; silence, so far.

Beyond Ken's book, an Alaska Railroad special interest history group and an Alaskan ski group also collect and display Curry's history, to the best of their ability. They have been as encouraging as Ken Marsh, as to the chronicling of the memories of Curry.

Towns are like people; they have a unique history, character, persona and a soul. One can only say that Curry was just one special place.

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