The Story of Esther Haakenson
"A Thankful Pioneer"
Story by Dana Jaworski | Originally published in the September 2013 issue of Last Frontier Magazine
She lay in a hospital bed bruised and broken from a nasty fall. Down the hall, in the early hours of the morning, her husband’s battle with cancer ended. She had attended his every need, and loved him for over 64 years. Knowing the inevitable was near, they had said their goodbyes many times over. Her grandson came in to give her the news. With swimming eyes she looked up and responded, “We have a lot to be thankful for.” Esther Haakenson did indeed have a lot to be thankful for, but her journey was not without hardship and struggle as she and her husband carved out a life homesteading on the North Fork of the Anchor River in Anchor Point, Alaska. Her life began, six weeks prematurely, in July of 1920. The middle child of five, she was born in International Falls, Minnesota, a town known as the “icebox of America.” Determined to help Esther survive, her mother made a make-shift incubator in the cooled oven of the wood cook stove and hoped for the best. It was this kind of ingenuity and will to persevere that equipped Esther for a lifetime of overcoming.
Esther and friends headed out berry picking. Times were lean for Esther’s family, and became even leaner during the Great Depression. Esther remembered her daddy, Fred Larson, working at whatever job he could find, whether it was mending a fence, digging a ditch, fixing someone’s car or butchering meat. The Depression was especially difficult for those in the Midwest, as they endured not only economic decline, but drought as well. This is why President Franklin D. Roosevelt invited 203 hardy families in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Michigan to “hitch their wagon to a star” and move to Alaska. In May of 1935, the Federal Emergency Relief Administration (FERA) allotted a 40 acre tract to Esther’s family as a part of the Matanuska Colonization Program. The original colonists met a long, muddy spring and summer, living in tents with inadequate supplies. That first winter was so challenging that a little less than half of the first families stayed into the second year. The Larson clan however, farmed their land with supplemental work in Anchorage and nearby Palmer for five years and remained in Alaska for the rest of their lives. Esther met her future husband, Lionel Haakenson in 1937. Lionel had moved from the farms of North Dakota to seek his fortune prospecting for gold. When the gold didn’t pan out, he stayed in the Matanuska Valley working odd jobs. It was then that he met the love of his life. Their lives changed once again, as Lionel enlisted in the Army Air Corp after the bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941. Their relationship grew, but their marriage was put on hold until a furlough from his war-time station of Atka in 1943.
Esther and Lionel’s wedding photo In May of 1945, three weeks early, Esther delivered the first of their sons and thus began one of the greatest adventures of her life. James Lionel Haakenson (Jimmy, to his family) was born with Down Syndrome (DS). His diagnosis (known as Mongolism at the time) wasn’t made until age 2, when a tactless consulting physician made a comment to their family doctor in front of Esther and Lionel. During a time when most DS children were institutionalized, the upshot of this tardy diagnosis was the family had already determined that Jimmy was uniquely challenged, but fully capable of learning and thriving in his own way. They were appalled when it was suggested that they weren’t equipped to keep him home. Believing it might help, they tried a specialized boarding school located near a beloved aunt in California for one year. This time away from the family taught them all that Jimmy achieved his fullest potential in the bosom of his family. So, against all odds and societal norms Esther and Lionel faced the challenge of Jimmy’s disability like they did all others: with grace and courage. They quickly added six more children to their brood, and in 1955 a love for fishing on the Kenai Peninsula prompted Lionel to purchase—sight unseen—a derelict homestead that had been abandoned by a nightclub entertainer. Forty-acre homesteads couldn’t be sold, but rather ownership was proven by living on the land for a certain amount of time. The man sold his “improvements” for the cost of a ticket out of Alaska. Esther agreed to this move on one condition: that she would have an indoor toilet by winter, so she didn’t have to potty train all her babies in an icy outhouse. After an initial recon trip during the sloppiest part of what Alaskans call “break-up” (that fifth season between spring and summer, when the winter’s frost melts and turns into oceans of mud), the family made their official move on Memorial Day weekend. Their new milieu included a 12 x 16-foot log shack, complete with hand dug well with floating dead mice, a table, a piece of canvas strung between some trees for the toilet facilities, and thankfully a wood-burning cook stove.
Haakenson family in front of cabin in August 1958 They immediately began working on a 12 x 20-foot log addition, drained and cleaned the well, chinked the logs to keep out the mosquitoes and built a real outhouse. Lionel returned to his job as a sheet metal worker in Anchorage each week and came home on the weekends. Esther and the crew of seven children (Jimmy being the oldest at 10 and the youngest a 5 month old baby) each had their daily duties. The older boys (Tim, age 9 and Robert, age 8) trimmed the logs felled by Lionel on the weekend while Jimmy entertained John, age 6, Mary, age 4 and Ken, age 2. Ronny, the baby, stayed in the house with Esther who was keeping the fire going, baking bread, preparing meals and hand washing diapers. The days ended with “meetings” as the kids called them. They would sing a few hymns and recite passages from the Bible as the midnight sun shined in through the windows, and Esther longed for a night’s rest. The first summer passed quickly and their first winter came with the promised indoor bathroom (they were one of the first families in Anchor Point to have this amenity) and even electricity. The years went by; Lionel continued working away from home on union jobs around the state. Sometimes he had to be gone for months at a time. All the while the family grew up. All the children but Jimmy attended the two room schoolhouse in Anchor Point. Jimmy was a gifted animal caretaker and busied himself with milking and caring for Bossy, the milk cow, as well as the other animals on the homestead. He loved to learn and in his limited way sought to do so every day. Hoping to spend more time together as a family and quench a long held desire to fish commercially, Lionel purchased a set net fish site 30 miles north of Anchor Point in 1962. The family balanced homestead responsibilities and fishing, for the next two decades, as the fish site turned into a drift-fishing boat operation in the ‘70s. Esther and Lionel’s children matured and left home. The six younger children chose a variety of careers—police officer, electrical contractor, fisherman, sheet metal worker, telephone lineman, and special educator; all of them contributors to their communities as well as a heritage to their parents. Jimmy remained home and became a pillar of the local elementary school, as a janitor’s helper. Jim lived a remarkably fruitful and fulfilling life, his presence at Chapman School making an impression for generations. Whether confronted with economic decline, war, separation from loved ones, subsistence living or a disabled child, Esther faced the many challenges of her life with a tenacious smile and a gentle attitude. Just knowing her and being in her presence encourages one to look at life with a fresh perspective. In her later years she struggled with nearly complete blindness, numerous falls resulting in several broken bones, the loss of her beloved and at times loneliness. Still, she always greeted people with a smile and her classic response, “We have a lot to be thankful for.” *
*The author encourages you to read more about the amazing Haakenson family. Esther’s daughter, Mary Perry has written Onward, Crispy Shoulders! An Extraordinary Life with an Extra Chromosome about the life of her brother, Jim. Her second book, A Lot to Be Thankful For, The Story of Esther Haakenson will be released later this year. To find out more about these great books go to www.fireweedtales.com
Eight years ago, Dana Jaworski and her husband moved from West Texas to Anchor Point, Alaska. Dana is a graduate of Abilene Christian University with a degree in Political Science. She, her husband, and their three children enjoy clamming, gardening, fishing and the many outdoor activities of the Kenai Peninsula.
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My mother, Gwen Risch, knew Esther in Palmer, Alaska. She took me to Esther’s home ec class to demonstrate bathing a newborn when I was ten days old. Esther and my mom were roommates in Providence Hospital when Jimmy and my brother, Fred, were born. We always kept in touch. I lived in Homer for 13 years and would always see Esther and Lionel at Safeway on senior shopping day.
I remember your family. I grew up in anchor point also and your brother was a good friend. Such a tragic ending for suck a wonderful friend.
I had the honor of being one of Esther’s caregivers durning the last few years of her life. She always thanked me for even the smallest tasks and never complained , even when I served her oatmeal ( which I found out later, after I read Mary’s book) was the only thing they had to eat for months durning a difficult time. Out of all the people I have known in my 60+ years she is high on my list of amazing people. She was a true example of a Godly Christian to her last moments ….Thank You Esther!
I live on Canges homestead still the 170 that he started, apparently he built outside his 160 an had to purchase the 10 acres he built on, There was the first rollerskating ring out next to the highway with a wood stove that burned down , maby some of you remember it, I remember some of the people in the story , I love hearing about the old days
I live on Canges homestead just north of Anchor point. They had the first roller skating ring on the penn. Maby some of you remember it , I love reading about the people back then an have raised my kids here , much the same way as back then, I wouldn’t change a day of it all
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Haakenson, are these folks related to the company still doing sheet metal work and such in Anchorage?
Mary Haakenson Perry and her husband Charlie, are still a great addition to the Anchor Point community!
Such a nice story. I was waiting to see if there was a David Haakenson. Not sure of spelling but going to school in Homer, Alaska all my school years, there was a boy I thought from Anchor Point or one of the towns north of Homer. His name was David Haakenson and was a year younger than me. I was born in 1944 so started school six years later in 1950. David was my first boy friend and the first boy I kissed. He was very shy and I chased him under the swings and kissed him when I was in third grade and he in second. I do not know what became of him but I think of him still. My name then was Judy (Riley) Engel. I never saw mention of a David though so maybe a different spelling or maybe a cousin. Great story in any case.
I was their preacher for 7years. They were wonderful people. I loved them very much. I was so impressed with Jim. He always came to the ball games at the school. My daughter played basketball there for several years. I loved this story.
This family has been an amazing part of our families life for over 39 years as we also struggled with the hardships in Alaska. I love them dearly. Thank you, Haakenson family, for sharing your kindness and love.
A great read.
My family just lived down the road from them. My grandpa and grandma Bert and Blanche Paraday lived in a log cabin next to them. My grandpa Bert, that everybody called uncle Bert was the janitor at the school where Jim worked as his helper. I remember him well. We used to watch him shoot baskets while we ate lunch in the gym. Later when my grandpa moved away my mother Judy, became the new janitor and Jim was still her helper. We moved away in 1979. Anchor Point was a great place to grow up.
Wonderful family! I taught two of her granddaughters in Homer.
That is my Uncle Lionel and Aunt Esther!! Amazing family, I was able to see them whenever they would come to Grandma Hulda’s in California. I have a picture of them on my wall from a family Christmas. So wonderful to come across this article, thank you.