The subject of today’s column is “the town we used to live in.” It gives past and present residents a chance to reminisce.
Here are the different perspectives.
Valerie Peterson loves everything about our town. She remembers cross-country skiing to the Cowboy Bar with her sister during heavy snowfalls. So peaceful.
Kimberly Mullikin remembers that when the power went out in town, all the kids headed to Snow King to ski because the chairlift could be powered by the big diesel truck in the shack.
Roy Garton misses the football games down by the old grade school. There was only one set of bleachers back then. In 1969, Jackson State Bank purchased a digital scoreboard for the end of the field.
Christy Beckett Davis remember how, when the siren for the fire department went off, she would run out in front of the house to watch the volunteers race by to get to the station. She misses playing in the bushes of Town Square, which are now gone, and climbing the rock, which is now forbidden. She has so many memories, and it is hard for her to come home to visit and see all the changes. Seeing the crushing of the whole character of Jackson is heartbreaking for her.
In about 1970, Dawn Meckem lived with her family in a cabin on Highway 390 where West Bank Anglers is now located. Dawn and her mom, dad and brother, Jon, would get on their bikes after dinner and ride four abreast on the highway to Teton Village and back without ever seeing a car.
Bonnie Budge and Rosemary McIntosh do not miss the dirt streets of the 1940s and ’50s.
Sherry Evans said that when fall came, the Trading Post would have its sale before it closed the doors for the winter. That is when school clothes were purchased. Couldn’t afford them before.
Lin Hazen misses the old ski shelter. That building was the community center for weddings, ski awards, ski training, high school dances and 4-H and Scout meetings. Lin said everything happened at the shelter.
The post office could and would deliver a letter without your box number, according to Flicka Scott. Kay Northup said her husband, George, once received a letter addressed to “Clyde the Guide” Jackson Hole.
Robyn Ranck Jones remembers sledding down the Old Pass Road at night with flashlights. They would bail over the banks when they saw a car coming.
Patricia Bartholomew misses working at the soda fountain and candy counter at Jackson Drug with Johnny Ryan, Marge Knutsen, Moosie Woodling, Becky Robertson and Matt Mahoney. She was able to let her young son ride his bike to town and never worry because everyone knew who he was, who he belonged to, and watched out for him and the other children. Patricia misses all those who left Jackson for some of the same reasons she did: health, money, etc.
Bert Feuz was in the Jackson-Wilson High School Class of 1956. He said his classmates were like brothers and sisters to him.
“The nature of life is change,” Julie Wilson said. She loved the Jackson of the 1980s and also the Jackson today. The big difference is that in the ’80s she starved during the offseason.
Kim Harpster and Vickie Giles used to play hide-and-seek at Jackson Drug with Robert Goulet on Wednesday when he came in for his paper and a roll of Lifesavers.
What a blessed place to grow up, Sharon Dockham Nethercott said.
“Even though it has changed there are still those core group of families who live here that never give up. We have always invited people to come and see our valley, and when they do they want to stay.
“To those of you who no longer live here, you can’t see or know the generosity of this community when the chips are down. We still take care of our own and even those who aren’t.
“If you no longer live here, all you see are the changes you don’t like when you visit. You don’t see what I see.
“This has been my home and has been for six generations of my family. The Living Center, hospital, assisted living center as well as the Pioneer Homestead apartments have allowed our seniors to live out their lives with dignity.
“We don’t like all the changes, but I’m betting in 30 or so years my grandkids will be talking about how wonderful it was to grow up here and how it’s just not the same anymore.”