My sister sent me a couple boxes of old MP220 Homestead papers. Below is scans of the bills of lading.

Everything we needed had to come by train.  The Jeep the tractor, the gas, even the cabin since dad bought a log cabin kit.  Everything came up on a train they called “The Peddler”—It came up once a week.

We flagged down the passenger train to have it stop if we wanted to go to Talkeetna or back to Anchorage.  We built a shack out by the tracks to wait in.

We never knew when a freight was coming in front of the passenger train and sometimes tried to flag them down—the track is straight for about six miles where we were at MP220. If the train did not give us two “toots” on the horn we realized it must ne a freight and got off the tracks and it would go tearing by us—in the winter blowing snow all over the place.

Bills of Lading: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35