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DOWNHILL SKIING IN THE 50’s

by Shirley A. Ramaley


I slowly tightened my grip on the tow rope and let it pull me uphill to the top of the ski run. I reminded myself not to suddenly grab it or I’d fall for sure. It was 1952.

As usual, there were people ahead of me who fell. Somehow I managed to maneuver around them without losing my grip on the rope. I knew what it was like – I’d taken my share of falls on tow ropes myself.

I skied at Snoqualmie Pass, in Washington State, throughout my high school years. The local newspapers sponsored ski buses to take high school students to the Pass on Saturdays.

Every time I skied my arms ached. Not being a big person or strong, holding those tow ropes took all my willpower and energy. By the end of the day the muscles in my arms screamed. Of course, by the next Saturday I was always ready to go again, because it was the thrill of traveling downhill that made it all worthwhile.

When the T-Bar was eventually put into use at some local ski areas we all thought we’d died and gone to heaven. While we still were pulled uphill by the bar, with our skis on the snow, we could lean back and hang on with one hand. There were some falls, but nothing like the tow rope. But for my high school years, it was the tow rope that brought us uphill so we could take that glorious ride down again.

In earlier years, in grade school, my dad borrowed some skis from a friend. We played around on those on small hills in Washington State for a few years. That experience made me realize I wanted to be on the “big hills” where the “real” skiers went.

My first pair of skis was an old set that my dad found somewhere and waxed himself. To measure the length of skis for our height, we raised our right hand over our head as far as possible, bent our fingers, and the ski fit right in the groove of our hand. Much, much longer than today’s skis, stiffer, and made of wood, somehow we still learned to ski. Plastic surfaces for skis weren’t developed until later, into the 50’s.

Safety equipment was unheard of in the 50’s, or at least on the slopes where we skied. There were no quick release bindings available. In fact, the top-notch skiers all seemed to use leather straps that were attached to the skis, then wound around their ankles. In those days, in a bad fall, the skis didn’t detach. You simply broke your leg! There were many broken bones whether you used those straps or not. For most of us, a metal strap fit around the backs of the boots and another piece hooked onto them in front. Quick-releases were unheard of.

If a ski got loose, it traveled downhill gathering speed like a bullet on a straight course. You’d hear someone shout, “Loose ski!!” and quickly look uphill, trying to see that missile shooting down the hill, and hopefully manage to keep from being a target.

Our boots were leather and soft and did not give much support. Overall, ski equipment is much better today!


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Every time I skied my arms ached. Not being a big person or strong, holding those tow ropes took all my willpower and energy. By the end of the day the muscles in my arms screamed.

In earlier years, in grade school, my dad borrowed some skis from a friend. We played around on those on small hills in Washington State for a few years.

I skied at Snoqualmie Pass, in Washington State, throughout my high school years. The local newspapers sponsored ski buses to take high school students to the Pass on Saturdays.

Safety equipment was unheard of in the 50’s, or at least on the slopes where we skied. There were no quick release bindings available.


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