Around theVillage!!
98 Days of Sam!!
even some Villagers!! are starting to rejoice in this Countdown.
It's like an New Years Eve celebration or an countdown to sending someone (most likely Me!!) off somewhere else.
Little do they know that I'm staying put!!
Completely Kaput!! in theVillage,
I'll be here to stay for about, oh.. say, 2.5 yrs!!
And that 2 point 5 is being generous, when I've actually stayed in theVillage!! 2 yrs 8 months.
A little over 3 individual VillageChicks!! enduring 3 Trimesters each!! would be the Official count,
give or take an extra week or two of Morning Sickness and just plain out Nausea that I'M even there amongst them and ... and..
(what!?)
I'm just making an observation in "Village-speak" that everyone can easily understand.
I could say that "She puts theLime in theCoconut" and heads would nod and tongues would wag in agreement that she was certainly doing....
doing....
ok.
I don't know what that means about putting theL in theC and shaking it all about!!
or whatever.
But Villagers!! know, and I obviously don't.
A Tisket, A Tasket,
nails and glue upon my casket,
Villagers all toss dirt on me
and off I go to sleep!!
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When Spring spranged upon us Villagers I was surprised that one yearly event was held Outside in April, see,
it was still snow upon theGround and yet theBitter cold nights and days were subsiding
making time outside tolerable and downright Nice.
A few miles away from theVillage!! in the rolling hills next to theLakes was theFamily cemetary.
I had even taken an Winter walk out to this place and only walked up to theFirst line of snow covered Headstones, Crosses and WoodBoxes
(theLattice work, coffin sized fences that resembled small boxes and represented Houses and dwellings for theDeceased)
These Monuments, like me in theVillage, Stood guard at their Posts and I didn't challenge them at all, just stopped in theKnee deep snow and solemnly gazed at all theHeadstone markers.
In time I would get to know theGraveyard much better and see each respective VillageFamily's burial plots in relation to everyone elses,
In time I would get to see the Correlation of thePlacement of theBurial plots and theVillage peckingOrder too, they were one and theSame!!
Was in Life is in Death and in death was in Life.
My first Outdoor gathering I attended in theVillage!! was held on an Sunday.
theLiterally emptied Village!!
oops.
theVillage!! literally emptied!! for a few hours that day.
And as we all drove out (some even walked) out along theRoad side and parked our vehicles to see what place amongst the trees to make campfires and cook food and sit with our family,
I saw that theVillagers were happy with this yearly Tradition.
Sure we've all seen the get togethers held elsewhere like Bar-B-Q's and cookouts and we've stopped by for a Hotdog, or hamburger and chatted a bit before leaving.
But out there in theVillage!!
You stayed put a few hours and went from campfire to campfire, from Group to group and most people talked to you,
Forget that you were yelled at by Grandma or tussled with her Grandson just days before when in a fit of anger, Grandson slapped theFrying pan of chicken from his mothers hands and throttled his mother,
who'm still had blood shot eyes by the way, as she offered you some "indian bread" or "scones" at her family's campfire. She really was a great cook.
forget that you dressed passed out grandDaughter and cleaned up after infant Grandson too when everyone else was too sick to tend him, etc.
My God, never since theSalonDays had you seen such physical beauty and yet, knew that such flesh was off limits for Even You!!
Maybe she was reaching out to you a few days previous when she walked by to talk and dropped some condoms on the floor.
She's still going strong with her myFace web page Years later!!
Forget that you had an BirdsEye view of Uncle's scalp laceration while helping theHealthAide as she stitched up theAvulsion, working her fingers expertly with theTiny clamps and forceps,
She'd numbed up theWounded mans scalp with theNovacaine earlier (as if he NEEDED any numbing to begin with) and would occasionally Drip a few shots into the wound directly as she worked,
Peering at you over theRims of her thin glasses and page by page from her Medical books telling you what she was doing and why,
Her pedigree'd and college degree'd White medical instructors were almost there with us in that small Log cabin!!
forget that you still had your pockets full of confiscated bullets from one Suicidal male whos weapon you found in theSnow out in theWoods the day earlier and his rifle still in your Office,
let him eat his Moose meat and drink his coffee and hope that he didn't Combust from all theAlcohol still escaping his pores, he who was sitting so close to theCampfire!!
Forget all this and just be friends, eat something and hey, My sisters/Uncles/Brothers family is right there, Go see them!!
Moose, Black bear, Porcupine!!
and none of thePorcupine was as good as Your Grandma's food in your Home village.
Canadian Goose, Swan, Ducks and Spruce hen
even an bucket of theColone's finest, much to theAmusement of one Family group, was making rounds after an Incoming (to theVillage!!) car load of Inebriates stopped and headed straight for your group,
they all got quiet when introduced to you,
Just roll your eyes and reach for the mashed potatos that came from Aunties lower cupboards,
in another month, you'd be moving similar potatos aside looking for Alcohol anyways,
And Stews, Soups, Gravies,
oh man. Such Native food is the best and you haven't even considered desert!!
Shame on you boy!!
There was Native Ice Cream made from fish, berries, seal oil, crisco and sugar and all whipped up together in a frothy blend of Heaven.
And of course there were the standard pies, cakes, jello's......
uh.... at least you thought you saw Jello squares at one family's group, but it was gone.
Months later you'd realize that this one Family were not only Bootleggers, but great cooks with alcohol too, and that they hid their "Jello-Shots" from you that day.
Now you know why some Alaskan NativeChicks!! are so huge & beautiful and Intoxicated.
They eat so much, and so often. And theHighness that they experience is of Life.
For Alaska truly is a last frontier where people define themselves,
where one person can axe & chainsaw wood one day, go fishing & hunting the next day,
spend time with theKids just playing with sticks and rocks and then go snowMachining or 4wheeling the next day, and then be found on an odd weekend in their own vomit after a party or under their beds nude,
And then, just when you'd think that embarassment & shame would exile them to their homes, They'd be out again in public as if nothing ever happened!!
Go figure!!
such activity lends growth to Characters and Souls, making hearts and Minds strong in ways that no city person could ever experience in Several lifetimes.
Some AlaskanWomen stay good looking and in shape all their lives too.
While others flat out just "Go Village" and spread out aall over (obese)
Eat hearty,
for in another month you're gonna meet theExtended relatives that lie beneath theSnow and Ice.
*laughter all around from theFamily you are currently eating with*
and one Niece's hands that pushed you out theDoor just last week, as you tried to break up an Out of control drinking party,
Pushes you towards another Village family group,
They gather their Courage,
sock away theBooze!! and put on smiling faces......
*roll your eyes now and go eat!!*
Forget that there was blood on theBedroom walls of one home today..........
theSam!!
slflyinghorse
theVillage
even some Villagers!! are starting to rejoice in this Countdown.
It's like an New Years Eve celebration or an countdown to sending someone (most likely Me!!) off somewhere else.
Little do they know that I'm staying put!!
Completely Kaput!! in theVillage,
I'll be here to stay for about, oh.. say, 2.5 yrs!!
And that 2 point 5 is being generous, when I've actually stayed in theVillage!! 2 yrs 8 months.
A little over 3 individual VillageChicks!! enduring 3 Trimesters each!! would be the Official count,
give or take an extra week or two of Morning Sickness and just plain out Nausea that I'M even there amongst them and ... and..
(what!?)
I'm just making an observation in "Village-speak" that everyone can easily understand.
I could say that "She puts theLime in theCoconut" and heads would nod and tongues would wag in agreement that she was certainly doing....
doing....
ok.
I don't know what that means about putting theL in theC and shaking it all about!!
or whatever.
But Villagers!! know, and I obviously don't.
A Tisket, A Tasket,
nails and glue upon my casket,
Villagers all toss dirt on me
and off I go to sleep!!
---------------------------
When Spring spranged upon us Villagers I was surprised that one yearly event was held Outside in April, see,
it was still snow upon theGround and yet theBitter cold nights and days were subsiding
making time outside tolerable and downright Nice.
A few miles away from theVillage!! in the rolling hills next to theLakes was theFamily cemetary.
I had even taken an Winter walk out to this place and only walked up to theFirst line of snow covered Headstones, Crosses and WoodBoxes
(theLattice work, coffin sized fences that resembled small boxes and represented Houses and dwellings for theDeceased)
These Monuments, like me in theVillage, Stood guard at their Posts and I didn't challenge them at all, just stopped in theKnee deep snow and solemnly gazed at all theHeadstone markers.
In time I would get to know theGraveyard much better and see each respective VillageFamily's burial plots in relation to everyone elses,
In time I would get to see the Correlation of thePlacement of theBurial plots and theVillage peckingOrder too, they were one and theSame!!
Was in Life is in Death and in death was in Life.
My first Outdoor gathering I attended in theVillage!! was held on an Sunday.
theLiterally emptied Village!!
oops.
theVillage!! literally emptied!! for a few hours that day.
And as we all drove out (some even walked) out along theRoad side and parked our vehicles to see what place amongst the trees to make campfires and cook food and sit with our family,
I saw that theVillagers were happy with this yearly Tradition.
Sure we've all seen the get togethers held elsewhere like Bar-B-Q's and cookouts and we've stopped by for a Hotdog, or hamburger and chatted a bit before leaving.
But out there in theVillage!!
You stayed put a few hours and went from campfire to campfire, from Group to group and most people talked to you,
Forget that you were yelled at by Grandma or tussled with her Grandson just days before when in a fit of anger, Grandson slapped theFrying pan of chicken from his mothers hands and throttled his mother,
who'm still had blood shot eyes by the way, as she offered you some "indian bread" or "scones" at her family's campfire. She really was a great cook.
forget that you dressed passed out grandDaughter and cleaned up after infant Grandson too when everyone else was too sick to tend him, etc.
My God, never since theSalonDays had you seen such physical beauty and yet, knew that such flesh was off limits for Even You!!
Maybe she was reaching out to you a few days previous when she walked by to talk and dropped some condoms on the floor.
She's still going strong with her myFace web page Years later!!
Forget that you had an BirdsEye view of Uncle's scalp laceration while helping theHealthAide as she stitched up theAvulsion, working her fingers expertly with theTiny clamps and forceps,
She'd numbed up theWounded mans scalp with theNovacaine earlier (as if he NEEDED any numbing to begin with) and would occasionally Drip a few shots into the wound directly as she worked,
Peering at you over theRims of her thin glasses and page by page from her Medical books telling you what she was doing and why,
Her pedigree'd and college degree'd White medical instructors were almost there with us in that small Log cabin!!
forget that you still had your pockets full of confiscated bullets from one Suicidal male whos weapon you found in theSnow out in theWoods the day earlier and his rifle still in your Office,
let him eat his Moose meat and drink his coffee and hope that he didn't Combust from all theAlcohol still escaping his pores, he who was sitting so close to theCampfire!!
Forget all this and just be friends, eat something and hey, My sisters/Uncles/Brothers family is right there, Go see them!!
Moose, Black bear, Porcupine!!
and none of thePorcupine was as good as Your Grandma's food in your Home village.
Canadian Goose, Swan, Ducks and Spruce hen
even an bucket of theColone's finest, much to theAmusement of one Family group, was making rounds after an Incoming (to theVillage!!) car load of Inebriates stopped and headed straight for your group,
they all got quiet when introduced to you,
Just roll your eyes and reach for the mashed potatos that came from Aunties lower cupboards,
in another month, you'd be moving similar potatos aside looking for Alcohol anyways,
And Stews, Soups, Gravies,
oh man. Such Native food is the best and you haven't even considered desert!!
Shame on you boy!!
There was Native Ice Cream made from fish, berries, seal oil, crisco and sugar and all whipped up together in a frothy blend of Heaven.
And of course there were the standard pies, cakes, jello's......
uh.... at least you thought you saw Jello squares at one family's group, but it was gone.
Months later you'd realize that this one Family were not only Bootleggers, but great cooks with alcohol too, and that they hid their "Jello-Shots" from you that day.
Now you know why some Alaskan NativeChicks!! are so huge & beautiful and Intoxicated.
They eat so much, and so often. And theHighness that they experience is of Life.
For Alaska truly is a last frontier where people define themselves,
where one person can axe & chainsaw wood one day, go fishing & hunting the next day,
spend time with theKids just playing with sticks and rocks and then go snowMachining or 4wheeling the next day, and then be found on an odd weekend in their own vomit after a party or under their beds nude,
And then, just when you'd think that embarassment & shame would exile them to their homes, They'd be out again in public as if nothing ever happened!!
Go figure!!
such activity lends growth to Characters and Souls, making hearts and Minds strong in ways that no city person could ever experience in Several lifetimes.
Some AlaskanWomen stay good looking and in shape all their lives too.
While others flat out just "Go Village" and spread out aall over (obese)
Eat hearty,
for in another month you're gonna meet theExtended relatives that lie beneath theSnow and Ice.
*laughter all around from theFamily you are currently eating with*
and one Niece's hands that pushed you out theDoor just last week, as you tried to break up an Out of control drinking party,
Pushes you towards another Village family group,
They gather their Courage,
sock away theBooze!! and put on smiling faces......
*roll your eyes now and go eat!!*
Forget that there was blood on theBedroom walls of one home today..........
theSam!!
slflyinghorse
theVillage
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