Fannie enjoying the May snow.
Steph and I trudged through the snow to church this morning. Again, if only I spoke Yupik or at least understood it. The sermon would mean so much more. At any rate, stopped over at Fannie's after where she was cooking up 'greens' and white fish. Both springtime staples here. Greens are comparable to um, maybe taste wise sort of asparagus but in looks they could pass as green onions. They can only be picked in the spring on tundra lakes. To harvest them one must wear waders out into the icy waters, then using a long pole usually fashioned with a point at the tip, dig up the aquatic plant from the roots at the bottom of the lake. After collecting a sufficient amount, you merrily take them home, boil or fry them in butter or oil and enjoy. With boiled white fish it was delicious. "Rashelly" Fannie scolded as she reached over and popped the piece of fish skin I had peeled off and pushed to the side of my plate, into her mouth,"You leave out the healthy part, the skin has all the good oils in it. You are not eating the best part for you." "Okay, okay" I fold eying the fishy skin, "I'll try it", as usual it's not too bad. I still don't like the skin from the dried salmon though, Emma, bless her heart, is always trying to get me to join her in chewing on it but I just can't, too fishy tasting for me. Fannie's son and daugher in law just had a precious new baby girl, Davida, named after her Upi (Grampa). In the Yupik culture it is customary to name a child or even many children born around the time that is shortly after a person passes away, after that person. Davida has her Upi's name in Yupik and English. It is a beautiful custom.
Went running thanks to my friend Tanya back home inspiring me to get out there! Hopefully it lasts. Grandma's Marathon is in 6 weeks. I'm not ready but that's my motto, so what's new.
"Have you ever traveled to where snow is made, seen the vault where hail is stockpiled..."
(I have a hunch it's in Quinhagak, Alaska)