The Christmas Card Effect

On Cedar Street in the Dark

By Corki Hibbard Mattila

It’s strange that I don’t remember my family’s first drive to Wallace, a week or so before Christmas in 1966. 

I barely remember where we stayed, and I couldn’t tell you how many days we spent there. I recall looking at a few homes. Mining was on the upswing and there were very few housing choices. One rental, a grand old home built around 1910, stole my heart. Not only was it a huge two-story house with a big front porch and a beautiful interior but it was directly across the street from the high school. What could be better? The buildings downtown were architectural wonders, and the turn-of-the-century homes inspired fanciful imagery in my young brain. Wallace was something to see in those days: two train stations, department stores, small shops, and a few unusual businesses that I knew nothing about. What I remember most from that trip was a dark December afternoon on Cedar Street, when my love affair with Wallace began. Fifty years later, I recall that moment as clearly as if it were yesterday. 

I have lived in Idaho all of my life.  When my family moved from Salmon to Wallace, I was fifteen. It was a change I had thought could never happen. Graduation from Salmon High School seemed a certainty. How could I leave my lifetime friends?  My life had a plan, or so I thought. It included graduation, college at a southern Idaho school, and someday a wedding in our family church.  

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4 Responses to The Christmas Card Effect

  1. Jill Ross - Reply

    December 4, 2017 at 2:14 pm

    I really enjoyed your story and hope to visit you in Wallace

  2. Janet Hoffman - Reply

    December 4, 2017 at 5:10 pm

    I love this Corki! Kind of my own story a few years later. I am going to find the complete artical right now!

  3. Bob Seitz - Reply

    December 12, 2017 at 8:10 am

    I enjoyed your article since I lived in Osburn between 1973-1987 and remember how nice historic downtown Wallace looked after a fresh snow fall. I was the mgr of the IFN Bank for several years in Wallace and use to have coffee with your dad Chuck and a few other downtown businessmen almost every morning at Sweet’s Cafe.

  4. Mariann FitzGerald - Reply

    December 15, 2017 at 8:38 pm

    Loved your story Corki. So glad you came and stayed!

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