Tonight, I’m sharing just a couple more stories of Alaskan pioneers to round out my Stories at the Cemetery posts. One of the things that made the performances so engaging is that most had a sort of Paul Harvey’s ‘The Rest of the Story’ quality to them. Walking through a graveyard, you’d never guess that the person buried at your feet had some sort of influence on Alaska that carries through to modern day. To hear about the full, rich life of someone who lived 20 or 100 years before you, and to hear it “through” them, puts quite a different perspective on history.
Of course, not everyone buried in the Anchorage Memorial Cemetery had a rich, full life. Nate Benson portrayed Alex Vanaja – a Finnish immigrant who was trying to make a life for himself and his family in the 1920s. One evening when his wife and children were enjoying themselves in Anchorage, he and his brother John got drunk on moonshine (“drunk as two homesick Finns should be!”), ran out of the moonshine they had, and proceeded to visit to their neighbor’s farm to see if he might have any moonshine. This was during Prohibition, so having alcohol was punishable by law, and the neighbor was nervous and angered by the request. Fear and confusion mounted, and between the Finnish, the English, and the alcohol, everything got out of control. The neighbor grabbed his gun and shot both of them. The Vanaja Brothers may not have a street or a school named after them, but they do have the distinction of being the first double-murders in Anchorage.
My heritage is Finnish, so for some reason I was strangely proud of this story. Huh.
Tom Bevers (portrayed by Rob LeCrone) found a much better fortune in Alaska than the Brothers Vanaja. He came to Anchorage in 1921 by way of Virginia, and found more opportunity here than he ever could have hoped for or imagined. He immediately became involved in the growing city and its community. He joined the Elk’s Club, served as the first Chief of the Volunteer Fire Department, and became a real estate developer in the city (developing the Fairview neighborhood, which I’m sure was a much better place in his day). Along with three other men, he conceptualized a huge, annual celebration for the city of Anchorage – the Fur Rendezvous – which just celebrated its 77th year this past February.
He passed away unexpectedly in his sleep while out on a hunting trip. When word reached his family in Virginia, his sister came up to Alaska to retrieve the body. It was only then that it was revealed that Tom Bevers was a black man, passing for white. The community did not become divided over this knowledge, but celebrated him. When Tom’s sister saw the impact he had made here, and how proud the citizens were of all that he had done, she decided to let him be buried in Anchorage, where he was honored and loved.