Some know me though likely most don’t, but I grew up in Arbon from 1951 through 1973. Our home was on the Knox Canyon Road where the beautiful log home now sits. My grandpa William Allard homesteaded there in 1909. I went to school there and was one of the students that helped put up the A on the hill just north of the school… My teacher Mr. Fackerell, lived in the cottage there. The Lewis’ drove the VW school bus; the blizzards would close our road for weeks (before rotary snow plows) and bury the bunk house. Our phone number was three shorts and along and everything had to go through Gena Newport, one long.
Though I have left the valley I still feel as though I’m home when I crest the mountain from Mink Creek. A few weeks ago my sister Linda and I made our annual trek to Arbon. We visited with Nelda and Dejanet Williams, Steve Purdy and met with new friends we didn’t know we had. We recalled or days riding the bus to Am. Falls with Sherm or Rhea Swim behind the wheel.
I want to thank the residents of the valley for keeping it so much as we have remembered… Beautiful and Friendly. A couple years ago I even got to ring the old school bell I rung back in the 60’s. Thank you Arbon for holding my heart with the care you always have..
Thank you and your people Arbon…..
Dan Nuckols