No, I haven’t been to Alaska, but I grew up on stories of family members going there. My father spent time in the early 1950’s mining platinum at Good News Bay, Alaska. During that season, March through November, my father and mother courted and exchanged letters. My great-aunt Mary, at the age of 60, flew across the North Pole in 1965. My grandmother, way back in 1923, visited her brother in Nome, Alaska when she graduated from high school. Her brother had gone to Nome during the gold rush years at the turn of the century. I remembered comments from past family gatherings, but I’m thankful for the time my father and I had together before he passed away, me asking questions and he telling me the stories. I have the letters, the flight certificate, two hand-carved walrus tusk napkin rings, and a photo of my grandmother dressed in a caribou skin coat and fur boots.
Several years ago, I started a novel that included a story-within-a-story of the oldest character’s time spent in Alaska. I researched heavily and wrote, maybe, forty pages. I must have a writer in me somewhere; I keep starting novels. Here are some past posts of my writing projects: Writing-“Journey of the Horses” ; More Story Starts ; Memoir or Not? ; Writing Redemption ; Ahania – a Poem . Now the big question for 2012: Where will I concentrate my energy so I can finish a novel? I realize only I can answer this, so I will revisit my ideas and see what gets stirred up. My interest in Alaska also resulted in some art. Enjoy!