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  2. Those pictures are downright incredible. Not only is photographic quality excellent in general, but we can easily recognize most of the places around Seward. It is amazing how much (and how little) has changed. Thank you for sharing!

  3. Thank you so much for sharing! I grew up in Moose Pass and heard stories about back in the day from old timers like Ed Estes and Gar Smith. It was great to see photos from the time frame they spoke of. I have been sharing this link and people are VERY pleased to have the opportunity to see these photos. I was telling Dan Estes that we need to work on get Ed’s photos into digital form for all to enjoy.

  4. We moved to Seward and Moose Pass in 1959. Great history of earlier days. Elwood and Helen Nielsen now deceased.

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