by Gigi Pilcher
March 13, 2004
Back then I was a young teenager still living on the reservation in New Mexico. We didn't have television (only a few people there could afford it at that time) so all of our news still came from the radio. Alaska was a place I had grown up hearing about my whole life. My dad was stationed in the Aleutian Islands during W.W.II and other young men from the reservation were stationed in Alaska at the time of the earthquake. We were all very frightened for the young service men from Laguna (our village) who were stationed so far away from home. I remember the radio reports as being so vivid that I could picture what the devastation looked like. Over the past 40 years, every Good Friday has me thinking back to the day the "Big One" hit Alaska. Funny how I ended up living here less than ten years after the earthquake. Anyway, thanks for the story and reminder.
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