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Old mud houses don't burn
9-6-06
by Sandra Kleven
Neva Rivers is visiting Anchorage. She comes in hoping to get her watch fixed. She leaves sons and grandsons in charge of her house back in Hooper Bay. She calls home a lot. She tells them what to do with the fish and wonders if they are taking care of her house. Her house escaped the fire because it's on the side of Hooper Bay closest to the airport. But even her old house located over on the hill not far from the fire, made it through all right.
She says "Akleng" when we talk about it. It means "poor." She says akleng when she thinks about the fire and the people who now have no house at all.
She stays here in Anchorage at my house. She works on a basket. It is June. She has been working on it since February. She does fine work. She also plays the keyboard. She can play all the old gospel songs but she says she can't read one note of music. She taught herself when she was young using the piano in the Covenant Church in Hooper Bay. This would be the 1920s. She goes way back. She knows so much, I have to pull out a pen and take notes.
Neva is wondering why they don't build the old wood frame mud houses for the people whose homes burned - just for a temporary shelter. She says it would be much better than a tent.
"If I were a man, I would make a little wood framed mud house. For just in case - to have for emergencies."
When it wasn't needed, she says she would use it for storage. This way she would always have it, handy, when someone needs a short term house.
She thinks young adult boys should build such places for themselves. They could build it in the yard "just for in case and to remind them of their background".
Neva applies this idea globally, thinking of the people made homeless by war. If they do it in the old way, they can make a good shelter anywhere just using mud, wood and grass. She's thinking of the wandering refugees - why don't they just stop and make a house, where they are?
She sketches the old house. Is it muddy on the inside? I ask. "No," she says. There was no mud on the inside. It was a nice warm house." With a house like this "people could stay in it until they have a new house."
It's hard to make people today realize that a house like this really would be comfortable and handy. It sounds primitive and early accounts too often make them sound deficient. She's convinced me so Neva and I talk about how she might make a model to demonstrate what a good house it is. Neva raised her kids in what they call a sod house and she sketches it out exactly. She shows how the logs are crisscrossed on the inside "Just like a basket." She says. Then she shows how the grass is placed row by row on the outside with overlapping slabs of mud placed just so, like shingles.
She says that a huge bonanza of driftwood blew in from the Yukon a month ago. That's what you need to start a house like this. Everybody is gathering driftwood for steam and to heat houses. Neva can show them how to build the old style house. It's better than a tent. A house like that can keep you warm at 50 below zero - with nothing but oil lamps for heat.
Bringing Home the Books
2/14/06
By Sandy Kleven
Long ago, before I was born, a man named Charles
Gillham went to Hooper Bay. He sat with the men and heard the old stories.
He wrote them down and some years later he published them in two books,
Beyond the Clapping Mountains and Medicine Men of Hooper Bay. Helen Smith,
14 at the time, made ink drawings for the title page of each chapter.
Helen?s photo is in the book. She looks happy and pretty.
Her older sister Neva Rivers told me about this.
Neva is my dear Eskimo mom and how that came about is a long story for
another time.
Gillam writes in the introduction ?Eight different
summers I spent among the Eskimos, as a biologist for the United States
Government. Most of the stories were taken through an English-speaking
Eskimo.?
There is a question about what happened after Gillham
left the village. Certainly there was the expectation that he should pay
young Chanimun for her drawings. After the books had been published, they
waited for something to come in the mail.
When a reporter from APRN went out there last month,
Helen told her that Gillham once sent her a gift certificate for a sewing
machine. In spite of questions about money, Helen is proud of the book.
I can see that Neva is, too, in her own way. She reads the stories and
says, ?This is wrong. He got this part wrong.? When she says this, I think
we should make the corrections. But we never do. We recently found out
that Gillham died in the 1970?s.
Gillham writes, ?It is hoped that my readers will
get the picture of the Eskimos as they are ? bright, cheery and intelligent.?
I smile when I read the next part, ?The white man never lived who could
fathom the working of the Eskimo mind. It is Oriental in origin and, cut
off from the outside world, it has been tempered by hardships of starvation
and cold and persecution of warlike tribes.?
I am not sure if his observations are fully respectful
but I can see it through the lens of another time and know that he means
to praise.
Back in the 1940?s, Gillham wrote, ?As I write this,
little children are coming across the tundra carrying watercress and roots
of edible grasses. A native woman passes by carrying two geese that she
has shot. A mile distant in the bay the men the their tiny kayaks are
hunting seals, white whales and walrus or setting nets for fish.? So much
remains the same.
I found a way to get copies of the books. When you
go to Amazon.com and search for the title the results lead you to small
booksellers offering used copies of both books. One by one, I have ordered
them. Then, I send them to Hooper Bay.
Last month, Ashley Gross, the reporter from APRN
took a copy out for Helen Smith. Today two more arrived in the mail. One
sat for years in the library at a school in Texas. The other one came
from San Francisco. Another on my shelf is from the Kirby School in Oregon.
None of these books have ever visited the source. So I am sending them
home, one by one.
The covers are many different colors. Copyright
1943, black cover. Sixth printing, 1954, orange cover. It makes me wonder
how much money Gillham made but that doesn?t matter anymore.
The books are stories on paper ? correctly done
or not ? they are beyond crass measures of value. These slim pages stir
up discussion and give a frame of reference. I know this is too sentimental.
It?s also crazy, in a way. But I go back to the internet, type in the
title and locate yet another copy. The price is low ? maybe just $5 plus
postage. Then I order the book, bringing it to Alaska.
These books have traveled far and wide announcing
the existence of a northern people. They have been touched by many hands.
They are torn, marked and tired. One by one, I call them home and send
them back to the place of their conception.
Sandy
Kleven interviews rapper Jaye Ulak about
Blood Family Transitions
The basic story has been told before in these pages
but to sum it up - when I learned that Jaye Ulak and his partner Jimmy
Walker were rapping about village issues, against all odds, I was able
to bring them to a conference in Seattle. Word got around fast that they
were using rap to speak with clarity about the problems of Native youth.
As a result, they spent last winter traveling to towns all over Alaska.
They forged a strong connection with others and showed them the value
of standing up and speaking out. This culminated in a ?standing room only?
appearance at Bethel?s Cama-i festival last year.
The career of Blood Family has been short ? 14 months
since the Seattle trip that kicked it off ? but in that time, Jaye and
Jimmy gave hope to many people ? by showing how much it helps to break
the silence of sadness and guilt.
On Christmas Eve, I called Jaye Ulak in Scammon
Bay. I was speechless when he said he was joining the Marines.
Jaye was sworn in last week, and this is his last
weekend in Alaska. Tonight we had a chance to catch up and this is what
he had to say about everything that has happened.
So why did you decide to join the Marines?
I joined because there are only a few jobs in the
village. I thought by joining the Marines, or any military branch, I?d
be able to get a job pretty easily. I also want to be a good role model
for my twins, Tisha & Jerry ? and be able to support them. I also
wanted to do something extraordinary with my life?something that will
challenge my full potential, and explore something new in me.
What?s the connection between Blood Family and
this life path? Are they completely disconnected or did one lead to the
other?
I really don?t know if there?s a connection or not.
First, there was a young high school student, then there was a rapper
who created Blood Family, next a father, and now?a U.S. Marine. I guess
one thing just led to the other. Of course, having kids will definitely
change your whole life. I guess I can say that those were all phases in
my life that changed me in different ways.
What were you thinking as you said good-bye to
everyone?
I was thinking, ?OH GOSH?I?m not good at saying
good bye.? I cried saying ?good bye? to my twins. That was very hard for
me. I?m really going to miss my family and all my friends and I know that
they?re going to miss me too. Most of all, I?m going to really, really
miss my babies very, very much because I?ve grown so attached to them
that I don?t know what to do without them, but my heart is strong?so I
can handle the pain of missing them.
What are your thoughts about creative self-expression?
Well, I believe that everyone expresses themselves
in their own creative way whether if it?s good or bad. If you?re not expressing
yourself, then you?re fake, meaning you?re not being yourself or being
true to yourself. Some people may not appreciate how other people are
expressing themselves, but that doesn?t mean you have to stop being what
your heart wants you to be, do what your heart wants you to do.
What parting word do you have to young people
in Alaska?
To all you young people?ALWAYS keep your faith,
NEVER give up on your most important thing in life which is your DREAMS,
become whatever you want to become, and do what you want to do, but don?t
let yourself go down on the wrong path. Life?s a long & hard road
and we all have to walk on it whether you like it or not. No matter how
many times you fall, you have to get back up and keep moving on.
For more from Jaye, he tells his story on the
program AK on APRN, February 28th at 10 am. If you miss it, find the archives
at http://www.akradio.org/.
Pumpkin fight
10/25/2005
by Sandy Kleven
It seems silly but it?s not. It?s actually the stuff
of tradition and culture. It starts small and pretty soon it?s an expectation.
It?s what we do. It?s the sort of thing that can be sustained for generations.
I don?t remember when we started it, but every year
we have a pumpkin carving contest. I am the mother/grandmother in this
Alaska family. I guess you could call me the matriarch though that suggests
someone much older than I am. But, as the oldest mom in charge, I want
things to happen that connect my kids and grandkids and this contest helps
make that happen.
The pumpkin carving context started small, now it
stands alone without help from me. My adult kids carry on, setting the
date and upping the ante. A highly competitive group of men - my sons
- are creating pumpkin art. Some non-carver believed to be neutral is
designated the judge. The grandchildren are still very young so the competition
has been, so far, limited to these four big guys. The rest of us - wives,
kids and grandpa - are the cheering section - each ready to back a possible
winner.
The resulting Jack O? Lanterns grow more complex
and astonishing. Last year, the winner had a wide toothless mouth. The
winning touch was a pile of seeds and slime from the innards placed strategically
below the mouth as if it had been expelled in a fit of nausea.
The grand moment occurs when the lights are turned
off and bright grimaces cast shadows across the room.
Then we ?oooh? and ?aah,? pictures are taken and
the winner is named. Hopefully, all are in accordance or there will be
grousing and fussing. As I said, they are highly competitive.
The yearly pumpkin fight. It?s tradition. It?s the
way we do it and once you have an event like this established, you don?t
know where it?s going to go.
The boys - the carvers - are stepping up their carving
game. The family gains seasonal memories, spiced with laughter and inevitable
arguments, documented in photographs and also something more - there is
the potential for making history. For creating something that is passed
on for generations, for hundreds of years, a legacy, maybe a dynasty.
And at the very least, this is how we create culture.
When kids
won?t listen
by Sandy Kleven
One mother was sad, the other was scared and both
were at the end of their ropes. The dads too were beside themselves feeling
helpless and frustrated. They all had kids who were out of control. And
these challenging children were not teens. They were 7, 8 and 9.
When parents run out of answers they come to my
office. They tell stories of children who are always fighting, who destroy
things, run off, and won?t go to school. They have kids who swear at them
and never help out. When parents bring these serious problems to a counselor,
we try to help them find answers.
What makes a child obey a parent? Is it lectures,
yelling and threatening? I ask the parents this question and they always
say no. Then I ask what they do to get their kids to mind, the answer
is: lectures, yelling and threatening. Some parents are at the point where
they discipline by screaming.
?It?s not working,? said more than one. ?I can tell
you that, but I don?t know what else to do.?
No families are the same but a few general ideas
can help turn things around.
We start with these basics: You can?t make anyone
else change and you can?t win a power struggle with a kid. You have to
make them want to mind.
The problem to solve is this: How can we get the
child to cooperate? How can we make him want to be good?
Children will cooperate when they want to please
their parents. Many out of control children have stopped caring about
that ? for a lot of reasons. They say they get blamed for everything.
They say nobody loves them. They say no one ever believes them. Sometimes
they will add that their parents fight all the time or drink too much
but the kids talk most about their own sense of not measuring up. Sometimes
the kids will only shrug their shoulders offering nothing at all about
what?s going on.
What can you do with a kid like this? It?s like
they?ve given up on us too.
In some ways you have to start over; re-connect
and make a fresh beginning. Here are some ideas to start out with:
1) Separate the behavior from the kid. Imagine that
the manager of AC walks up with your child in tow and says he stole a
CD player. Make your child accept responsibility for what he or she has
done but don?t call him a thief. Here?s one way to build self-image even
when they do wrong.
?It is so unlike you to steal. You have always been
honest. I am disappointed but I know it won?t happen again.?
Compare this to ?You are nothing but a common thief.
I will never be able to trust you again.?
Which do you think will have an effect on the child?s
behavior?
2) Build your loving, friendly, and supportive connection
with him or her. When this connection is intact, they want to please you.
They want to make you proud of them.
3) Reinforce their good behavior with praise and
recognition. Say ?Hey, good job.? ?Thanks a lot.? ?You are so thoughtful.?
?That was so nice.? A child who is berated and but down will not rise
up strong.
4) Let them hear you talk to others about them ?
saying good things and telling amusing stories about things they have
done. Show your pride.
5) Don?t try to have talks about behavior when you
are angry. Wait until you both have settled down. Wait until the next
day.
6) Negotiate. When you want a child to make a big
change be willing to give them a reward to work for. The rewards don?t
have to be big but they can be plentiful. Like this: Tonight you can chose
the TV show we watch. Tomorrow you can decide what we will eat for dinner.
Here?s a coupon for ?get out of jail free.? The next time you are in trouble
you can trade it in instead of being grounded. ?You can ride shotgun.?
Sit with your child and make a list of possible rewards. Use them to keep
your child moving along the right track.
7) When they mess up ? and they will. Make consequences
strong but short. Don?t ground them for a week. That?s the same as punishing
yourself. Express your feelings but not with your own emotional explosion.
Just say it.
?When you stay out and don?t even call me, I worry
about you. I don?t like to have to go out and look for you. I want to
be able to trust you.? Use words that move a child in the right direction.
8) When you look at them ?see? the child you want
them to be ? a confident adult with self-respect and respect for others.
Kids live up - or down - to our expectations.
Some parents say, ?I can?t just sit there and smile
when he?s doing bad things.?
?Did I say that?? I ask. ?Did I say to do nothing??
No way. Speak your mind. Just do it in a way that keeps you on the high
ground? not on the level of the child with your own out of control reaction.
I remind parents of their goal: to encourage this child into responsible
adulthood.
Even when children act up, scare you and disappoint
you, treat them with kindness and respect. They will respond to your positive
direction and begin to change. Don?t give up. And let them know you love
them no matter what.
A parent called me last week. She said she had a
bad weekend with her child but added. ?I was mad but I didn?t yell. I
didn?t feed into it. It was better. The whole thing was over a lot sooner.
I just wanted you to know that I am trying to change.?
Make it happen
by Sandy Kleven
The conversation started out like this. He said,
?What is your dream?
I said, ?I don?t know exactly.?
He said, ?Do you want to be rich or famous??
And I said, ?I don?t think so.?
?What do you really want?? he asked again. ?Because
if you don?t know, you aren?t going to get it. Not only that,? he added,
?if you can really see it you are on your way to making it come true.?
I believe this but I forgot to work on ?seeing?
my dreams for the future. Are you working on seeing yours?
You can start the same way I did. First, try on
some ideas. I thought about being rich and I thought about being famous.
I was trying to imagine myself all decked out, acting uppity, maybe bossing
people around, ducking to avoid all the photographers. No, rich and famous
didn?t do a thing for me.
You need to find a dream that lights up your mind
when you think about it; a dream that gets you excited. Then you need
to relax into the scenario and experience it in fine detail. As kids,
we had fantasies about grown up things like driving a car, having a job,
getting a check. These vision dreams were exciting and because of that
the first time we did these things it was a tremendous pay-off. We thought,
?I finally did it!? I have arrived.
When you were a kid you were dreaming all the time.
Kids always talk about their big plans. They sit in class, look out the
window and dream.
When we get older, we don?t get into it in the same
way. We get practical. We get busy. We forget to dream.
Bloody Mary, in South Pacific a musical play from
back in the 1950?s, says ?If you don?t have a dream, how you gonna have
a dream come true??
It?s worth it to try a new fantasy for your future.
Once you can see and feel it, you will start to make it real. It?s part
pure magic as if the thoughts themselves start to change from mist to
something solid but the other part is logical ? once you know what you
want and get excited about it ? then you can go after it and do the things
you need to do to make it happen.
I want to be a poet, writer and filmmaker. I want
plush overstuffed chairs in front of a fireplace where I can sit with
my production team planning scenes and checking our latest work as it?s
projected on the wall. I want to work with a cameraman named Jack so I
can say, ?Hey,
Jack, great shot.? I want to say ?Nice work, everybody.
It?s a wrap.? I want to get a phone call that says, ?This is Sun Dance.
We are interested in your film.?
Stay tuned. Maybe it will happen. What about your
dream?
Stand up and
speak out
by Sandy Kleven
Yeah right. It?s not that easy.
Fear of public speaking is next to fear of death
for a lot of people. Did you ever dream that you were giving a speech
when all the people start laughing and pointing? And then you are horrified
to discover you aren?t wearing anything? For a lot of people public speaking
is almost a phobia and nightmares like this are part of it.
Face your fear. That?s step one. But why bother?
That?s the big question.
Everybody is for or against something. You have
important ideas and experiences to bring to the public conversation. You
can do this through letters to the editor. You can write emails and articles.
But at times the best way is to stand up and speak out.
It?s not that hard. Really.
It starts with a need to get some practice in places
you don?t have fear. You can start in front of the mirror. Who is the
man in the mirror? Who is the woman looking back? When you check yourself
out think about smiles, expressions and eye contact. Go ahead, smile at
yourself.
Make some notes or write out an entire speech. Then
practice. First, in front of the mirror and then in front of friends and
family. Ask for feedback.
Don?t just read your speech. Write it large so you
can catch a line with a quick glance, then look back at the audience and
address them directly. Sometimes an outline is better. It will keep you
on track but you will still sound natural. A speech that is read quickly
bores an audience.
Dress for the occasion. If you want to make sure
all eyes are on you, wear red. It really attracts the eye.
When you are starting to talk to a group, it?s good
to say something brief about yourself to break the ice. Not a long story
that is off topic. Like a comedian, you could try ?A funny thing happened
to me on my way to this meeting??
An opening like that would get people?s attention
even though it?s corny because everyone likes a diversion. Especially
if it really is funny. If you go off topic you will lose them so other
than a quick story get back to the subject and stay there.
Who are you talking to? That makes a big difference.
It could be a
?group at work
?council
?radio show
?committee
?school board
?court
?kids
Your approach to each group will be a little bit
different and it?s best to think about this before your big moment.
Know what you want to say. What is your point? Too
often people ramble on as if they like the sound of their own voice. Don?t
make this mistake. Instead, make your point. Strongly with clear and direct
language. Support your point with some evidence. Then repeat your point,
in case they missed it.
End by letting them know what you want. If it is
a call for change make your point loud and clear. Say ?The time for action
is now.? If it?s a donation, ask for a check. If you want their vote,
end that way. ?Your vote for me will assure honest government and a chicken
in every pot.?
Stay connected with the audience and respond to
their reactions. If they applaud, say thank you. Thank you very much.
When you stand up speak out you are doing your part
toward making the world a better place.
More applause. Standing ovation.
Meeting the press
by Sandy Kleven
It was a really sad situation - an 8-year-old boy
had died senselessly and that?s about as terrible as these tragedies can
get. It was so heart wrenching that Channel 2 sent some reporters to cover
the story. It costs a lot to send a TV crew to a distant village so it
doesn?t happen all that often.
When the reporters arrived, everyone was mad. People
said, ?We don?t want no reporters nosing around here.? Others agreed.
?No way. They?ll just make us look bad in the paper. We don?t want to
air our dirty laundry ? that?s for sure.?
I was listening to this but I wasn?t saying much.
I was thinking about how sometimes you really need to get the word out
about something. The time of a tragedy is not the best time to be thinking
about this but that?s when the reporters turn up.
I had a chance to talk to the family who had lost
the child. I suggested that they might want to prepare a statement for
the press. Maybe they had something to say that would help people or protect
children. It turned out that they had a lot to say so the family sat down
together to compose a statement.
Meanwhile, the city manager was making it clear
to the TV people that there was no news for them in the village. By the
time the family was ready to read their statement, the news crew was back
on the charter heading to Anchorage. The chance to talk to Alaska and
maybe even America was lost. Not only that, the news crew might have gone
away thinking of the village as hostile and unfriendly to outsiders. Later,
if the village wanted to draw attention to something important, they might
not be able to get any reporters to listen or embrace a cause.
Sometimes that?s what you need. Out in rural Alaska
there are many causes that need attention. Take the water and sewer problem
as one example. There is not enough about that in the news. Another problem
is the questionable justice in the courts, especially when you consider
how many cases the public defenders have to carry at one time. That?s
a cause that needs some investigative reporting.
I get riled up about the fact that they send Alaskan
prisoners to Arizona where they can never receive visits from their families.
I also feel sad about the old people from the delta who are sent to care
facilities in Anchorage who end up separated from the foods they know
but worse sometimes no one speaks their language and no one around them
knows who they are - who they belong to or what that means. Being cut
off like that at the end of my life would really bother me.
Rural Alaska needs to be in the paper and on TV
all the time because of causes that need champions, wrongs that need righting
and because of the exciting positive things that happen all the time.
Take the Dragon Slayers up in Aniak - the fire fighting teenagers. That?s
good news. The rappers who have come up in Scammon Bay. They are good
news too.
To make the news you have to connect with the press.
It?s good to get to know reporters as people so you can develop trust
with them. Rural causes pull at the heartstrings of people. The stories
are deep, sad and sweet. The rural people I?ve met are warm, sometimes
tragic, but always brave and persevering. They are not hostile and unfriendly.
I hope the reporters who left that village up on the Yukon all those years
ago realize that. I hope somebody thanked them for making that long trip.
I hope they?ll be back again to get the real story and to champion a few
important causes.
Whenever I write about rural issues, I get nervous
that someone will get mad at me for presuming to know what I am talking
about or for butting in. I have read some of it to an elder who calls
me her daughter. Sometimes I am writing about her. I read to her even
when she?s tired of hearing it and then I ask what she thinks. Lately
she?s started saying ?I already told you, its okay.? She makes me smile
and her nod of approval helps me to stick my neck out.
Scaffolding for Success
by Sandy Kleven
When I go to the car, my keys are always in my hands.
They dangle from a big key ring, a true ring of steel. I bought it at
AC in 1984. Its diameter is about 2.5 inches. This helps me hang onto
it. The ring is almost as thick as a cigarillo.
My key habit is so constant that it is no longer
an intentional act. Like the smoker who is surprised to see that he?s
lit a cigarette, I find myself on auto-pilot rooting around for my keys
before exiting. It is as unconscious as breathing.
This is a beneficial habit. You don?t want to be
digging for keys when you are out there in sub-zero temps. When you are
outside with groceries and a kid balanced on a hip, you do not want to
discover that you left your keys at the video counter. This great habit
has saved me time and trouble.
We can intentionally set up habits that make life
easier. Habits and routines create a scaffolding that you can hang other
things on. When you make a move, you set up new habits and routines. My
good habits include folding clothes on Sunday night; putting my work badge
and keys in the same pocket of my backpack; reading the paper while riding
the stationery bike on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. These small constants
really pay off. Then, last week due to carelessness or rebellion, I slipped
up.
I got tired of carrying my heavy backpack so I put
some essentials into a much smaller purse. At work, after the trade, I
was no longer carrying my work keys or my badge. I had to ask other staff
members to open my office. Not a good thing.
I bought groceries at Carr?s. At the register, I
had neither debit card nor checkbook. Didn?t have cash either. I called
my husband. ?Please bring your debit card,? I begged. He was getting ready
to go to our granddaughter?s play and this really threw him off kilter.
A few minutes later he called me. ?I locked myself
out of the condo!? My turn to help him. I abandoned the groceries and
rushed home.
I let him back in and then grabbed his debit card.
I memorized the PIN. It?s 9999 (Just kidding!). I drove back toward Carr?s.
My cell phone rang with its pretty tune ? ?Dancing queen.? It was my husband,
?I?m locked out again!? he lamented. ?I was sure I had my keys!?
?Okay,? I calmed him. ?I?ll have to pick up these
groceries then I?ll be back.? I rushed home and let him in again. He rushed
across town for the performance. He got there before it was over but he
missed Carmie?s part. That was sad.
With all this craziness, I saw the error of my ways.
Now, I put everything back in their assigned places. I still carry that
extra purse but now it?s inside the backpack. I can easily pull it out
when I need to travel light but the backpack, with everything, stays close
at hand.
The point is this - if I fold clothes every Sunday
night, I will be able to dress for work without hassle. I won?t be rooting
through the ?almost? clean just to find something presentable for work.
I?ll have socks and I?ll have clean undies. I?ll have fluffy towels and
clean sheets. It?s good to remove these concerns from daily worries.
With my keys in my hand, whenever I go out, I will
be able to get into my care and drive and I will never be locked out of
my own house. If I ride the bike three times a week, automatically, I?ll
live longer and look better.
These are tremendous benefits. I need more habits
like this. Maybe you do, too.
Writing Holy Land
by Sandy Kleven
If you pick up the new issue of Alaska Quarterly Review and go to page
221 you will find these words, ?I will take you to a place I used to be.
I will take you for no reason. I can tell you nothing. I have no story.
I don?t even want to go there myself.?
This grim invitation opens a dramatic monolog called Holy Land. I wrote
it. It?s about Bethel. I want to tell you how I came to write it and why
I waited eight years to publish it.
Bethel has shaped my life in both profound and silly ways. Last time
I moved away someone said, ?Once a river rat, always a river rat.? I?ve
started to tell people that I never really leave. Bethel has left its
mark on me in ways both good and deep.
The drama continues, ?So...how do we begin this story you refuse to
hear? Should we start this tale of winter here? On this broad reach of
river gone to ice?? I type from memory. Then I open the book to check
it, not that confident.
When I left Bethel the first time, in 1987, stories were stirring, drums
were drumming and the dreams kept waking me. I did not think I would ever
return. When I write, ?This is our store. I see it in dreams,? I really
mean it. I was living in Washington State and my dreams were haunted by
the AC store.
Holy Land finally began to ?speak? to me in 1996. Once I began to write,
the voice changed and it wasn?t me anymore. It was someone talking to
me. The voice was confronting me and all of us Gussaqs who come to Bethel
from Outside ?bringing your brains in a briefcase with school papers for
your wall to show us that someone thinks you?re smart.?
The voice was mad and frustrated. He was sad and disappointed. He had
a wry sense of humor. He was very forgiving and loving. You?d like him.
I don?t think he?s actually real. He probably has a name though. I?d like
to know what to call him. So far, he?s just a Yup?ik man about 45 years
old who is weary with life and very, very powerful by the story?s end.
He might be a spirit at the end as he steps it all up a notch. He says,
?Where ever you go you will hear me calling. My spirit hand will lace
through your entrails. I will squeeze and whisper ?Do you remember me
now???
He says ?I will reach for those places touched by my stories when you
stood shivering in dark rooms your heart as pliant as grass. I will reclaim
the part of you that belong now to us.?
I think this really happens. We who come in from outside?are touched
and shaped by the people we meet and the experiences we have. In a best-case
scenario, we are transformed into better people.
This is what I was trying to capture in Holy Land; the way the region
can transform those of us transplanted there.
When it was finished in 1997, I was not able to submit it for publication.
I didn?t have the nerve to send it off. It was like I had done something
wrong. How could I pretend to speak for a Yup?ik Eskimo man?
So I moved back to Bethel and looked for chances to share it. Last spring
at Just Desserts, I read a large part of it. It was okay. People I respected
gave me the nod. It?s okay, they said. Somebody has to say it. It?ll be
okay.
After that, I knew I could submit it. Alaska Quarterly Review accepted
it right away. The editor Ron Spatz called on June 12, 2004, and said
that the piece had generated a lot of excitement. ?We want to publish
it,? he told me.
On March 15, 2005, I read Holy Land at Title Wave books. The event was
a publication party for AQR. There will be a story in the Sunday March
11th paper about spirit and art and Holy Land will be discussed along
with a photo from the reading.
Holy Land is a stark piece of writing. It is hard hitting and confrontational
but the best part of Holy Land is the way it expects something of people.
If you are one of the pilgrims drawn by fate to the Holy Land, it suggests
that you step up to the plate and get with the program. You?re welcome
here all right. You?ll never get away. Not really. And all we ask from
you is everything.
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