Seattle Sparked the Yukon Gold Rush

 

 

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SS Excelsior leaves for the Yukon, 1897 Courtesy Wikimedia Commons

 

After the 1893 world-wide depression brought commerce to a halt, Seattle took off in 1897 when the steamer Portland struggled into port, her decks filled with prospectors guarding their sacks of gold. Soon headlines and flyers proclaimed the news around the globe that Yukon gold was there for the taking along the Klondike River.  The mad dash to claim the nuggets really  lasted not much more than a year.

The headlong rush to the Yukon came shortly after a depression where many who had found work again felt trapped in office, factory, or low-paying retail jobs. Eager hordes grabbed the chance to set off for the real frontier, the  vast Canadian wilderness that offered the bold an opportunity to earn their fortunes.

My father, Hans Pederson, a risk taking Danish immigrant, joined the exodus. “He was among the first to answer the call of the North when the manhood of the world stampeded toward the arctic and the sparkle of gold,” notes his obituary. He and a partner soon crammed themselves aboard a ship and joined the throng of prospectors who washed up on Alaskan shores like flotsam on the tides.

He didn’t stay long enough to make his fortune. He returned to Seattle, became a builder, and grew along with the city until the next depression in 1929 ended contracting along with everything else.

Roosevelt,Polio, and a World War II New York Childhood

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Churchill, Roosevelt, and Stalin at Yalta, 1945 two months before Roosevelt’s death courtesy Wikimedia Commons

 

I spent my World War II childhood in New York City. My parents allowed no talk  during dinner as we listened to Edward R. Murrow or H.V. Kaltenborn describe the battles — these commentators often said we’d won. Before the days of TV, they didn’t tell us much. We listened to the radio or watched the newsreels at the movies. We didn’t know.

Every home had rationing books filled with coupons to be used for butter, sugar, meat, and gas. we kids rolled all our gum wrappers into tin foil balls for the war effort. My job was to pull down the blackout shades every night so that the German, Italian, or Japanese planes would not see our lights and bomb the city.

How fortunate we were compared to the rest of the world where there was no escape from bombs, occupation, hunger, and death.

Our big fear was polio, or infantile paralysis, a disease that ran rampant until 1955. Just imagine: one afternoon you’d send your kids to the swimming pool. Two days later they’d start running a fever or throwing up. The next morning they might wake up paralyzed.

Polio got strong support. Although primarily a children’s disease, President Roosevelt contracted it when he was 39. In his photos he is always seen sitting at a table, or in a chair. His condition sparked the creation of THE MARCH OF DIMES, a charity established to help those with polio, and to do the research to find a cure.

Polio victims required months of physical therapy so that their paralyzed limbs wouldn’t atrophy. The most serious victims were paralyzed in an iron lung.

President Roosevelt enjoyed lifelong therapy in Warm Springs Georgia.  We kids all had cardboard folders containing slots for dimes. We filled them up for THE MARCH OF DIMES.

Today, the vaccine is given routinely as a childhood inoculation. Few remember the scourge of polio.

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