Elise Sereni
Thursday, August 03, 2006

Finding old friends is fun.  Especially if they haven’t aged any better than you have.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 08:31 AM •
Wednesday, August 02, 2006

It doesn’t take long for anyone living in Alaska to figure out that you lose friends and relatives here at a much greater rate than in the lower 48.  Part of this is attributable to the sometimes dangerous work people engage in.  But that alone cannot explain the discrepancy.

For many of us who come here from elsewhere, the obvious difference in the life span of people we know from Iowa or California or New Jersey versus the people in Alaska is just too great to lay at the doorstep of any one profession or lifestyle.
Those of us who spent a lot of time in the more remote regions of the state, regions populated by one of Alaska’s indigenous groups, often find the death rate among friends and acquaintances overwhelming.  I had a friend from the North Slope recently tell me she didn’t think her class would have a high school reunion because there were so few of them left.  She isn’t fifty years old yet.
I’m almost sixty and I can go back to my high school reunion and find the majority of my class intact. The few that have died have left obvious gaps in the gathering because they are so few and it is viewed as so tragic.
Alaska’s Native people suffer disproportionately from a lot of society’s ills.  Their health care lags behind that of every other group in this state. Their rates of addiction, domestic violence and child abuse top every chart measuring those statistics statewide.  They are not alone or unique in this.  Native Americans in the lower 48 face the same dismal statistics on their reservations.  And the death rate of their young people from suicides, accidents or drug and alcohol overdoses seems almost unbelievable.
It’s not as though the people in our villages are not aware of the statistics. I’ve watched them struggle for over thirty years to deal with these problems. I have listened to Elders as they have spoken out in bewilderment at the epidemic that seems to have become endemic in their towns and among their people. They watch the cycle of violence repeat itself again and again through one generation after another and wonder why no one seems to be able to find the right solution to break the pattern. 
A lot of thought has gone into creating programs to deal with these problems in a way that allows cultural strengths to help foster good mental and emotional health in young people who have lost their way.  I’ve watched these programs come and go. Some were total disasters; money holes that sucked grant funds down at a record pace and spit back nothing more than a good pension for some bureaucrat.  Some organizations have created programs that seem to work. Southcentral Foundation has a great program for troubled kids called Pathway.  And Barrow is now trying football as a way to keep young people positively engaged with both life and the adults around them.
Sadly, those programs still seem too few to stem the epidemic that has been slowly destroying lives in Alaska’s villages for decades. Once, when a young man I knew died in an accident soon after his high school graduation, I heard people remark that maybe he was better off that way. He’d been a high school athletic star, they said, and that would probably be the high point of his life, so he went out on top. What a frighteningly sad statement to hear spoken aloud.
Until the solution is found, being close to people in the Bush will continue to mean being close with death. It will continue to mean saying goodbye way too many times to people who were your friends and contemporaries. These people should now be enjoying the journey to becoming Elders in their communities.  Instead, they will spend these years only as memories for those of us left behind. They’ll never have their chance to be first in line at potlucks and to be served delicacies at Nalukataqs.
Whether they died of cancer, heart disease, diabetes, alcohol or drug addiction, accidents or suicide, too many of my friends in the Bush died long before their time should have been up.  I hope we find the right solution for those who remain so that funerals become the exception and not the rule as the main place to see old friends gathered in the Bush.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 09:17 AM •
Tuesday, August 01, 2006

William was a 54 year old Inupiat man in the National Guard whose group had been called up. He was in Mississippi preparing for deployment to the Middle-east. He was killed in a motor vehicle accident before he left the country.
How desparate are we that we are sending 54 year olds to war?

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 09:23 AM •
Monday, July 31, 2006

Wilson, a blue headed conure, has come to live with me as a foster bird.  He joins Baby and Kenya in the downstairs foster home/lounge/TV room. I was never sure what to do with that room when I moved into this house and now the foster birds have defined it for me. It’s their room.  Wilson is still not sure about the whole arrangement. He was found in a tree in Anchorage and captured after heroic efforts and bitten fingers on the part of the rescuers.  No one ever even called animal control looking for him. How does that happen?  How do you have a beautiful pet bird like Wilson who escapes and you don’t make any effort to find him?  What is wrong with people?

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 09:19 AM •
Sunday, July 30, 2006

I got up the morning after our latest earthquake to find that the shaking had caused Mr. T’s butt and legs to fall off his pillow bed.  But being the champion that he is, it did not cause him to either wake up or try to use up any energy getting his whole body back on the bed.  I found him sound asleep, butt and legs on the floor, front paws somewhat clinging to the top of the pillow to keep the rest of his body in place.  It certainly didn’t look very comfortable.  Yet considering that the quake happened around 5 AM and I got up at 8 AM, he’d managed to maintain that position for three hours without a problem.  He’s just an amazing critter.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 09:42 AM •
Saturday, July 29, 2006

My dog continues to go through Aunt Judy withdrawal. He comes out of my bedroom looking as dazed as ever but now it is dazed with a purpose. Where, he wondes, is the lady who made such a fuss over him and gave him treats all the time. And why, he wonders, was he left with the old bitch who insists he take his medicine and go to the vet.  He wants the fun lady back.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 08:15 AM •
Friday, July 28, 2006

I awoke a night ago to my bed shaking and my house rattling.  I knew it was an earthquake because that sort of thing stopped happening in my bed for any other reason about twenty years ago.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 08:13 AM •
Thursday, July 27, 2006

My sister asked about shopping for Alaskan antiques. I asked her what she thought all those things under blue tarps on people’s front lawns were? We SAVE our antiques, sure that there is a future in which we will need a twenty year old carburator from a car that is no longer made.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 11:51 AM •
Wednesday, July 26, 2006

My sister travels at about 948 mph.  And that’s while she’s on vacation. I travel at about 4 mph on a good day. That we are able to travel together at all is a tribute to the strong bond we have.

She came back to Alaska again this year for some more exploration of the state bringing her friend Janet, which has helped in two ways. One, I had someone to pass the baton to when I collapsed from exhaustion trying to keep up with her and two, Janet is a shopper like Judy and they both did their best to make up for any oil tax revenue short falls we may experience this year.
Living here in Alaska for over thirty years has made me somewhat blasÚ about the beauty that surrounds me daily.  Even living in Anchorage, as close to Alaska as you can get without really being there, you are surrounded by mountains and moose, bears and woods, salmon and eagles. After a while, you think of this as your birthright.  Then people come to visit and suddenly you see the state anew and are once again amazed at your luck in living here.
This year we discovered the Alaska Marine Highway System. We drove to Valdez and took the ferry from there to Cordova and then back to Whittier.  What a great way to travel.  And what great people run that system.  The only thing that spoiled the experience was a two-hour wait in Valdez during which time no one thought it would be polite to make any announcement about the delay. We just sat there in our cars waiting to board the ferry while a surprise Coast Guard drill was occurring.
I know, if it was a surprise, how could they announce it. Well, apparently the staff had been notified the day before about the “surprise”. It was rainy and miserable and people in the waiting cars were very unhappy. But, this being the era of Homeland Security and shoeless searches at airports, no one was inclined to say anything for fear they’d be hustled away as a terrorist.
The wait was made somewhat more pleasant by the fact that we were slowly and happily digesting the best salmon we’d had yet in Alaska from the Alaska Halibut House in Valdez.
In Cordova we stayed at the converted cannery now called the Orca Adventure Lodge.  It was one of those out of body Alaskan experiences.  We had no phones in our rooms and no cell phone service for those with cell phones but had fast speed Internet access in the lobby.
By the time we left Cordova, my company was almost blasÚ about eagle sightings.  We’d driven to the original bride to nowhere and seen a glacier up close.  We saw bear scat and had the Alaskan shopping experience of a store that was an espresso stand/liquor store/grocery store that also seemed to have some connection to a nearby generic Asian restaurant.
Following the long drive to Valdez with a drive to Homer was not exactly my idea of heaven but my sister fell in love with Homer years ago and a trip to Alaska for her is not the same without at least one night at Land’s End.  The view is nice but what really gets her juices going is the spa there.  What a hidden gem. It provides one of the best massages in the best ambience to be found anywhere this side of heaven. And it’s all offered at a reasonable price. 
The massage was so good we almost didn’t mind the constant rain on our trip to Seldovia.  I think it was there that both Judy and Janet realized just how isolated Alaskan communities are.  I believe my sister’s comment was, “What if you just want to run to a CVS for some makeup?” I tried to explain to her that we live in such remote locations exactly because we don’t want to be able to do that.  She didn’t understand.
And so I sit here today taking a much needed break from the running while Judy and Janet spend their last dollars on things Alaskan to bring back East.  A large amount of smoked salmon will go with them to satisfy the craving of a young cousin who got hooked on the stuff while visiting here a few years ago.  After they leave, I’ll go back to my daily routine, hardly noticing the beauty around me until my next visitors cause me to again view my state with new and appreciative eyes. And they’ll go back to America with a new appreciation for how many latte stands you can cram into a very limited state highway system.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 09:52 AM •
Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The good news is I am now healthy enough, and in good enough shape, to climb Flattop, albeit very slowly. Yea gastric bypass and Curves.áThe bad news is that no one with a fear of heights should do this, Going up is not the problem. Coming down is. I made it about halfway, turned around and looked back, got dizzy and hurried back to the parking lot travelling a good deal of the way on my ass.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 09:40 AM •
Monday, July 24, 2006

My sister goes at 948 mph.  I go at 4.  You do the math.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 09:36 AM •
Sunday, July 23, 2006

It’s funny how you can get so used to Alaska’s beauty that you don’t even notice and then you take a first time visitor around the state and everything suddenly stands out in bright new colors and you realize that you really wouldn’t want to live anywhere else in the world.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 12:44 PM •
Saturday, July 22, 2006

I wonder if my ass will ever stop being numb after all the driving we’ve done this week.  First to Vadez, then to the Bridge to Nowhere in Cordova (the first and original bridget to nowhere as opposed to the new ones taxpayers will be building for us), then back to Anchorage and now off to Homer. The numbness is spreading up my back. What a weird feeling.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 09:43 AM •
Friday, July 21, 2006

I’m off with my company to Homer and Seldovia today.  The birds and dog look at me with a scary glare to their eyes as I bring my bag from my room. They know my departure means the return of THE BOY, who takes very good care of them indeed but they feel no one quite knows their unique needs like mom does. 

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 09:39 AM •
Thursday, July 20, 2006

If I never write another blog it will be because I fell off Flattop in my first attempt to climb it. Somebody please make sure the birds and dog get fed so that they don’t haunt me in whatever heaven/hell I might go to.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 12:38 PM •

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