I spent a sunny January afternoon in Whitehorse with Frances Woolsey.
Born to a Tlingit mother and English father, Woolsey was a preteen when the highway came through.She spent her early years in southern Yukon, splitting her year between her father’s prospecting camp at Livingstone and Whitehorse.
She has spent her entire life in the territory, and below, she tells us about it.
The black dot on the map is Livingstone, where Woolsey’s father’s camp was.
Sound quality note: we met at a mutual friend’s house and this friend has a parrot, which is what you’re hearing in the background.
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