Cordova, Alaska
I have fond memories of living in a small town with plenty of rain and big evergreen trees but no television or fresh milk. It has taken me thirty years, but once again I live in a small town with plenty of rain, big evergreen trees and no television.
I was born in Cordova, Alaska in 1961. My father was the pastor of the American Baptist Church, and my mother was busy raising four young children before we moved to Anchorage in 1965.

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