Time is NOT standing still.

I have always listened to my mother.  Well, not!  But as I have gotten older and wiser, I try to value her opinion whenever I can.  She has been saying for years, ” Wait until you are forty, and see how fast time goes by.”  Then it was “Wait until  you are fifty….”  Well, let me tell you, time is just whipping by me like I was standing still.  I can’t believe it is almost April.  30 more days to record your conversations.  I can’t believe it is almost Easter.  Didn’t we just go through the holidays? 

This past week has been just as busy as the previous ones.  I participated in many of the offerings, but – can you believe it – I didn’t take my camera!!  I should be fired from this blog site. 

To appease the blog god, I am offering up a couple of shots from last week…one that we don’t usually get around here.  And let me caution all you young whipper snappers.  Slow down and smell the bog candles.  Life is too short.

Ice in the bay.
Ice in the bay.
It is just the fresh water run-off, but it looks like little icebergs!
It is just the fresh water run-off, but it looks like little icebergs!

StoryCorps Unalaska Update

 StoryCorps Unalaska is quickly approaching the point of no return.  April 30th will be our last recording day.  This evening  Kristine and I recorded our 72nd Unalaska story.  Woo hoo!!!  We are getting so close to our goal of 105 stories.  We have booked slots up and actually only have about 25 slots available for booking. 

Kristine and I have gone all philosophical during breaks while waiting for folks who have forgotten their appointments  (isn’t that a nice way of putting it?).   We have decided that although we have always appreciated the people in Unalaska, we have been priviledged to get to see factions to their personalities that sometimes are not visible as they present themselves to the public.   We are so in awe of this opportunity.

That being said….we are having a HOOT of a time.  Team Unalaska is dedicated to hard work, but we are the team that just has to have fun. 

Kristine and I have both interviewed priests.  Sorry, StoryCorps NY, this is as close as we could get.  Lots of grey space between us. 

Sharon and Rev. Dr. Michael Oleksa.
Sharon and Rev. Dr. Michael Oleksa.
Kristine and Father Nelson Marilag.
Kristine and Father Nelson Marilag.
We have facilitated for mothers and daughters.
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And fathers and daughters.
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And mothers and sons.
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And a husband and wife, or two.
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A couple of sisters.
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A veteran of three wars.

US Army, Retired Samuel R. Svarny

And best of friends.
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We have our standard issue box of tissue for those tender moments.
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Things can start out quite seriously.
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And sometimes just take on a life of their own.
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Kristine has gotten quite the reputation around town.  We joke that we will have to put an ad on channel 8 and in the Dutch Harbor Fisherman letting people know that after April 30 it will be safe to approach Kristine again. 
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She has, unfairly, I might add,  been called a stalker and has been accused of ambushing people.  We are tricksters of the best sort.  And in all this nudging, and cajoling, we have not had one person who did not enjoy the experience.   And I’ll tell you something…she is the best partner in the world!
New York thinks that Kristine’s and my blurry pictures are because Unalaska people are just so full of energy that they can’t stand still.  We let them think that, but secretly, Kristine and I have both vowed to stand still ourselves when shooting pics!
So, let me invite you all, once again, to give Kristine a call at 359-8016 to schedule your conversation before StoryCorps wraps up the Alaska Initiative.  Ya won’t regret it.  And Akutan….here we come!
Tell your story.   Pass it on.  Remember, for Alaskans, its free.

Ode to the Bowl

 

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Who would have ever thought

A bowl could hold ties to memories brought

By a little bundle that took us like an explosion

On a seven year ride, seemingly without stop in motion. 

 

It went from holding snacks, to spaghetti, to desserts

Always allowing for those sneaky, sharing flirts

Finally reigning supreme over the breakfast tradition

A known comfort as life goes through countless transitions.

 

What happens when you hear out of the blue,

As you are adding the magic organic moo,

“Grandma, I’m big now, I’m seven years old,

I don’t think I need the baby bowl,” you’re told.