The title summarizes one of the stories Mrs. Nash tells on a tape my daughter made before Mrs. Nash died. There are a number of interesting bits of Anchorage history on the short audio tape below.
Mrs. Mildred Nash was our neighbor for over 25 years. It would be more accurate to say that we were her neighbor, since she'd lived in this neighborhood 20 years before we moved in. When our house, our side of the street, was still woods. I don't even know if our street was even here. I wrote about Mrs. Nash recently because the ally across the street was made into a street and called Mildred Place.
Today, November 25, is her birthday. This seems like a good time to post the audio my daughter made with Mrs. Nash.
[Note, it might take a while - it took me a few minutes - for this to upload, but read something else and come back to it.]
If I close my eyes and listen to the tape, it's like Mrs. Nash is here in the room with me. And you can catch the infectious love of life in her voice. She was about 86 and dying with cancer when this recorded. But you wouldn't know it. If you want to get a little boost today, listen to a truly at-peace woman thinking back on her life. And hear the story about how she had to go to Seattle to adopt her son, because they didn't have black babies and they weren't going to give her a white one.
I should note it would also be my mother-in-law's birthday today. In one of those strange coincidences in life, her name was also Mildred. Happy Birthday to both my Mildreds.