October 7, 1918
Fred Watson, a recent arrival from the West Coast but well known in Wrangell, had a very narrow escape from a watery grave last Saturday. Mr. Watson has recently purchased a boat from G. H. Tozier and while walking along its side holding onto a slender handrail, the latter broke and Mr. Watson found himself in the briny deep. A pair of high top boots made swimming difficult and he went down the proverbial three times. Instead of staying down as he expected to do according to precedent, he rose again to the surface and this time he managed to draw himself up to safety. Mr. Watson lost no time in fitting his boat out with a more substantial handrail.
October 3, 1943
Tomorrow night is the BIG NIGHT, winding up Hospital Week and putting the drive for funds over the top. The occasion will be the Hospital Masquerade Dance, proceeds from which will be turned into the hospital fund being raised this week by Mayor Hanford’s committee of ten. Maestros Bill Eastaugh and Russ Warfel have lined up a large musical organization for tomorrow night’s affair and the program will be interspersed by novelty numbers and guaranteed fun for everyone, according to report emanating from the ANB hall where the Maestros and their helpers from the Chamber of Commerce and Women’s Civic Club are busy with preparations.
October 1, 1968
The rain in Wrangell falls, mainly. That’s what it did in September. And did, and did and did… Until there was a total of 16.08 inches of precipitation recorded. Surface weather observer Edith Prescott reports that the total was 2.73 inches more than the total for last September when 13.35 inches fell. There were only four days during the month when there was no measurable precipitation, she reports. Highest temperature for the month was 64 and lowest was 36. This compares with an all time high of 82 in 1938 and record low of 11 in 1956. Winter is fast approaching the weather lady warns. The first snow of the season appeared on Woronkofski Island on Sunday.
October 3, 1993
A group of Wrangell Natives watched as a crew unloaded totem poles from a truck and stored them in the old Salvation Army building on Front Street on Thursday. The poles had been stored in the basement of the Wrangell Institute on Zimovia Highway for years. Some were crumbling and severely decayed and several were riddled with bullet holes. As traffic was blocked off by police on two blocks of Front Street, Marge Byrd watched with emotion as the totem pole of her clan, the Kiks Adi, was lifted with a boom and then lowered from a flatbed truck and pushed into the building where it and the other poles would be stored. Byrd wore a floor-length blue robe with a scarlet lining and a frog design in pearl buttons on the back and an eagle feather in a band around her head. She was beating a small drum and singing quietly while small children from the Wrangell Head Start program watched.
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