Retiring teacher, coach urges Colony grads to ‘find their 68’
By Jeremiah Bartz Frontiersman.com A football coach using a hockey reference as the centerpiece for his keynote address may
Earl J. Bragg
It all started with ruining the day after Thanksgiving Day leftovers for my parents in 1972. Born in Anchorage, Alaska. I finally kicked the bucket (Babe insert date here—>01/18/2022) after dealing with a lung disease that WAS NOT the damn corona. I grew up in Anchorage until 2nd grade, then a couple in Eagle River before finally making it to Wasilla. I graduated from Wasilla High in 91’. Worked different jobs before ending up doing construction. Met my wife, Jamie in 92’ and married her in 93’ and had a couple kids. I enjoyed the Alaskan hobbies, hunting, fishing, trapping, gold prospecting, reloading, archery, beer and whiskey making AND drinking it, of course. You know, the cheap hobbies. I’m survived by my wife Jamie, and our sons, Micheal and his wife Darian and our grandson River; and our younger son, Tristan. Mom Nola and dad Willie along with sisters, Ronnie, Lynn and Libby and their families and Brothers, Jeff and the other 2 with their families. For those of you that knew me, raise a glass of good beer (not that damn cheap crap) or whiskey and say a cheer or good riddance, either works for me. There will most likely be an informal gathering with family and close friends this summer.